Chapter 39: Baiwen

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Mo Tianyi is consciously losing money and does not dare to speak. Qingyi relied on the big tiger and fell asleep in a short time. The big tiger, as a cushion, does not need to speak.
Three thousand miles can not be turned in one day, the wind is cool at night, and there are always some demon martyrdoms that appear at night, and the road is not safe. You need to find a repair town to rest. On the way to the Xiuxian City, I don’t know how many things, Mo Tianyi counts the hour, speeds up the speed of the flying boat, and wants to rush to Yijin before the sun sets.
Most of the towns in Xiancheng are scattered, and there are some shops opened by various gates. If Mo Tianyi remembers nothing, this small town called Yijin has a powerful guarding city, and it is not allowed to fight in the city. Otherwise it will be expelled by the law. It is appropriate to spend the rest of the night, and more importantly, there may be news in the city.
The flying boat fell outside the city, and Mo Tianyi walked over. He wanted to hold the sleeping person up, and the hand that stretched out suddenly stunned and stopped at the three-inch distance from the master.
I used to be a light-minded master. I haven't forgiven him yet. If I hold on to my hand, I will be even more miserable. I will touch the restored face and see the beautiful woman who sleeps peacefully. Half of the handsome face is trapped in the thick tiger hair, sleeping warmly, revealing a touch of faint powder, people can not bear to disturb his sleep.
Mo Tianqi bites his teeth, forget it, even if he scratches his face, he recognizes it. Reaching out, bypassing the back of the master, holding the person, the beauty of the full sleep slowly opened, watching him quietly.
"Wake up..." Mo Tianyi whispered, and the hand that had stretched out had not been able to retract it before he was pushed away.
Qingyi stood up and looked around: "Where is this?" The big tiger looked up in confusion, and when he saw the teacher, he stood up and made a big yawn.

Yijin,
Mo Tianqi put away the flying boat and pointed to the lettering of the city.
We have been here before, do you remember?

Yijin, rest and rest, pointing to the maze, here three schools and nine streams, mixed with fish, but the city is unexpectedly very safe, therefore, is also the distribution center of all kinds of news. Secrets are born, Lingbao trading, Zongmen secrets, and many unknown news, can be heard here.
I snorted, I don’t know if I remembered or didn’t remember, and I led the big tiger into the city.
Walking with the demon beast is also a symbol of strength. All the way people look at the beautiful tigers behind the beauty, they are showing their envious eyes. Such a fierce monster, no one would think that he had not booked a blood deed, did not see the tiger like a cat, keep rubbing the owner's legs?
Mo Tianyi followed behind the two, not much to say, all the way to see the past, there are many small stalls on the roadside, a Taiji map on the stall, hanging on the plaque with the words "Fortune Telling", sitting behind A Zhuji monk, when he saw Mo Tianyi, began to sip: "Guest officer, come and count, see when you can fly."
"How many Lingshi do you need to count?" Mo Tianyi stopped at the booth.
"This thing, along with the edge, see what you count, what is the price." The monk was careless.
Mo Tian blinked and turned and left. These so-called "fortune-telling" stalls are actually "packages" for selling news. As long as the Lingshi is enough, the message you want can basically be heard. Looking up, I saw the Master looking at him not far away, and quickly stepped up to keep up. When he approached, the master respected and left.
Touching the nose, Mo Tianyi walked a few steps and jumped to the front of the master: "Master..."
Qing Yan looked at him with cold eyes.
"Master, passed." Mo Tianyi pointed to the opposite direction of the inn, according to the way of his own master, and then went out of the city.
"Oh, of course, this seat knows." Qingyi snorted and turned and walked toward the inn.
This is the largest inn in Yijin City. The price is very high. Qingyi wants a room to go to the house. One room is left, and the house number of the house is thrown to the face of Mo Tianyan. The big tiger followed up and was kicked back.
The brothers and brothers looked at each other and went to the next room.
The inferior room is relatively simple, there is only a wooden bed and a table, but the people who cultivate the immortal are not limited to this. There is a place where you can meditate for one night. Settled a big tiger, Mo Tianyi lifted his foot and walked away.
"Teacher, where are you going?" The big tiger jumped out of bed and became a brother of Meng Hu.
"I am going to buy fried fish for the Master," Mo Tian blinked and said with a sigh of relief. "What can the brothers want to eat?"
I heard that there was food, Meng Hu’s eyes lit up: "You can do it, as long as it is delicious meat."
Mo Tianqi hooked his lips and licked his brother's head, then he lifted his foot and walked out of the inn.
Meng Hu changed back to the big tiger. He stepped on the bed and stepped on it. The big tail of the stripe came and went, and suddenly it stiffened. Just now, the younger brother touched his head again! Who is the brother! No, I have to talk to him tonight about the young and the young!
Out of the inn, Mo Tianyi looked at a few fortune-telling stalls without delay, and finally stopped in front of a building-based monk with a long beard and took out a piece of Chinese stone on the table: "Listen Say there is a 'Baiwen Pavilion' in the city, but now?"
The monk tightened the Lingshi into his sleeve and touched his beard. "The Baiwen Pavilion is naturally there, but the price is no less than my small stall."
Some news, these stalls are inaudible, the monk led Mo Tianyi to the back alley to enter a shop without a plaque. Mo Tianyi put on a black cloak, covered his face and went straight in.
"Please ask inside the guest." The receptionist saw the long-bearded monk, nodded to each other, and led Mo Tian to enter the inner room. There was a golden Danish monk in the house, and the table was placed. A tray with a neat row of jade slips.
Mo Tianyi sat down at the table and took a look at the pattern on the jade slip. The original flame sign was erased and replaced with a strange eagle head, and the twilight could not help but darken. This Baiwen Pavilion was originally his industry. He was in both the towns of Xiuxian, where the two devils were selling, and the news was sold back and forth between the two forces. Now it is a cold tea.
"I want to know the whereabouts of the artifacts of the sculptors." Mo Tianyi lowered his voice.
"One hundred Chinese spirit stone, refers to a direction; three hundred middle-class stone, say a place; five hundred middle-class stone, you know why." That Jindan monk pushed an empty tray to him.
The rules have not changed, the price has not risen, and Mo Tianyi took out fifty pieces of Shangpin Lingshi in the tray. Fortunately, my cat doesn't like counting, there is extra in the bag of stone that he gives him, otherwise there is really no money to inquire about the news.
"Three hundred years ago, when the artifact came to the world, it was always in the elders of Yunzong Ding..." The point was clear, and the man began to talk slowly.
Ding Elder, the Ding Zijin who met on the road, his master named Dinghu. As everyone knows, the artifact is untrained. Everyone hopes that Master Ding can complete the refining of artifacts. But Dinghu has studied hard for hundreds of years, and he has not been able to practice it. Instead, he has let the first thief of Taixuan mainland steal. gone.
After that, it has been circulating between the major cities and towns, and has been bought back by the big gates. However, without a suitable refiner, they sold it again. The artifact was not practiced, and there was no use at all. Now it has not been sold in the square market of the right way, and it has flown to the magic road.
"After seven days, I will sell it in the auction house of Devil's Eight Desert City. If you are interested, you can go and see." Jindan's monk gave the final conclusion and laughed and said nothing.
Eight deserted city... Mo Tianqi raised his eyebrows, and the guy who was too late could not sell.
From Baiwenge, it was already in the sky, nowhere to buy fried fish and roast leg of lamb, and Mo Tianyi swayed back to the inn. The big tiger slept in the house, and could hear the snoring sound from far away. Mo Tianyi looked up and looked at the room upstairs. Some of them were not at ease, so they went up to see.
There are big guards in the city, and there are no more bans in these rooms. Mo Tianyi flips through the window lightly and gently, and the person standing on the bed in front of the bed looks like a long finger of jade carving in the moonlight. White, couldn't help but reach out and stuff the cool arm into the bed. The slender fingers lifted up, and the sharp fingertips popped out five sharp claws, and Mo Tianyi suddenly shook his hair.
"Gangster, what?"
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