Diao Zhupei is doing nothing, staring at the "poor" little lion whose abdomen is facing up, not knowing what he is thinking.

Li Shen withdrew his gaze and asked:

"Chen Zhi, how long will it take to get here?"

The stone lion's claws seemed to move, as if they were counting on their fingers, counting the time, and quickly replied:

"Twenty minutes."

Li Shen hurriedly got up and wanted to leave. The shop owner asked him how he would transport the lion. After learning that he only paid and did not take the goods, he did not force it and planned how to buy a defective stone lion for a good price.

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It's easy to find a sucker.

"Shirt! Do you know that there are old papers behind the antique market?"

"How could I know?"

"Where is Diao Zhupei?"

"Miss Diao must not know. She has been active in Qijing University. How can she know what the people in the Senluo Wanxiang Temple are doing? Even if she can know, she won't care on weekdays."

Li Shen turned the "watch" pointer on his left wrist to a small angle.

Sister Lou Lingyun once taught him how to adjust the moments and maintain it for eight hours before adjustment.

"This technique is from the Water Spirit Root, right? I thought you were a cultivator of the Thunder Spirit Root."

Diao Zhu Pei looked at him and asked curiously.

Li Sen agreed perfunctorily, although she was still as usual, she could not be more leisurely.

At first I learned that the Palace of the Forest and All Things was uncertain, and the lonely clouds and wild cranes were lonely. I also saw Diao Zhupei never forced herself to go somewhere and looked for it directly, thinking:

"I'm very lucky, I can't find it even if I want to!"

But I knew that if I left the university town, I would meet Chen Zhi in the first place.

The only thing that I am pleased with is that Chen Zhi’s goal is not himself.

It’s nothing to be happy about thinking about it. If there are too many lice, there are three halls who are interested in their lives.

I met Zhou Yidan and had a dead end.

No matter how many more Gassenro Halls are, what does it matter?

Li Shen smiled reluctantly, and followed the guidance of the emerald ring to find an extremely inconspicuous store that specializes in spiritual weapons and magical materials.

The secret of the world it tells is: Li Shen can find clues about the song and the night dew flowers here.

In exchange, Li Shen wants to send it back to "home".

There is no one in the store. There are three small display cabinets on the left, with blue, white and red items, or the horns of animals, or the hooves of animals, which are likely to be spiritual beasts.

The outside of the display cabinet is fully covered with glass, and a scent of fishy smell can still be smelled from the gap.

Fu Mo said that in order to maximize the effect of the materials, they will generally not be further processed.

The three small display cabinets on the right are unobstructed. From near to far, they are: they are similar to the appearance of the previous shop, but they feel that there are abnormal copper ore, sword hilt, knife hilt, gun hilt, fork hilt and other broken parts.

and matte metal blocks, strips, circles that pile up into hills.

Li Shen took out the ruby ​​ring from his bag, pointed to the metal piled up into mountains, and asked:

"Just throw you in here?"

"Yes!" Its voice trembled slightly, and the word "Ah" has a wonderful ending sound.

"However, you have to take down the red magic bearing object first, I don't want to stay with it."

"You've always been a banish?"

Li Shen used his spiritual energy, concentrated on his fingers, and broke his left and right hands, and separated the ring and the "ruby".

The shop owner still hasn't come back, and he is the only customer.

Unattended.

Li Shen put the ring ring lightly in the display cabinet and stayed with other metal blocks, strips and circles.

It is hard to tell which one is a talking ring and which one is just ordinary metal.

"Thank you, I've been relieved."

This was the first time Li Shen heard this statement, but he thought to himself that perhaps the burden in his heart would no longer exist after the dream was realized.

"Little Qiankun Sword, have you been liberated?"

"I didn't taste the taste of liberation."

"Has your dream come true?"

"No, the remains of the three of them have not been placed."

They refer to Feng Jiang, Liu Qingxiao and the tired Taoist.

"But their remains have long been broken down."

Xiao Qiankun Sword was silent for a while before saying:

"I don't understand this matter."

Li Shen doesn't understand either.

After returning home from the quarantine circle, I stopped talking and there was no need to talk to myself.

But he still couldn't find any items that could provide clues, nearly a hundred stores, and it could not be finished in more than ten minutes.

When Chenzhi comes, the antique market will definitely be prepared. It will be too difficult to come in again.

He doesn't have the confidence to beat the old man at the door.

Don't try things that cannot be done, it's not Li Shendian's style.

Do your best.

Li Shen ran and shouted softly whenever he passed by a store:

"Know how to find plant items and talk!"

One by one, there were only a few responders. One of the inkstones asked him to go to the Herbal Medicine Hall of the Reincarnation Palace. Even if there was no herbal medicine you wanted to find, there should be relevant information about it.

It's a road, but between you and the road, there are seven continents and five oceans.

Only six minutes left.

Li Shen looked up and looked at the remaining fifty or sixty stores, and suddenly felt what it means to be willing but not enough.

Diao Zhupei followed behind, like a very slow bullet leaving the gun chamber.

It will take a while to go downstairs and pass the corridor, and it's time for him to leave.

Li Shenyi gritted his teeth and would never leave like this.

So I took a deep breath and let the air fill my lungs, shouting:

"Does anyone know how to find plants and talk!"

The shouts started, and the shop owners and customers poked their heads out, and the yaks were among them.

In an instant, a few spiritual energy stirred, as if it was a warning or a reminder.

Li Shen's head was almost exploded, and he didn't understand the "good intentions" of the cultivators at all.

"I!" "I know!"

"Come here!"

…

Different tones and tones were entangled, like two fists with bulging blue veins, hitting his eardrums on both sides of his eardrums.

Many voices have no clear meaning at all, like the murmur of a psychopathic madman, broken and confused.

Li Shen called for a stop.

He can't use this method.

The sound suddenly faded, the tinnitus continued, and the laughter of the cultivators could be heard vaguely, and the sluggish sound of shoes scratching the ground.

The annoying noises are like string music.

The longer you live, the more outrageous you experience.

When Li Shen let go of his ears and was about to start searching from house to house again, there was a small blue and white porcelain basin on a small stool in the middle of the two stores.

A large cluster of daffodils are lush and erected in the pot.

The leaves are tender green, the flowers are as white as snow, and the elegance is dotted with fresh velvet yellow.

Just the opposite color to the little yellow flower.

Li Shen stopped and listened to it:

"I think you shouldn't come here to look for it. Almost all the plants in the city come from the Yingshihuang Botanical Garden. If you want to find it, it's best to go there."
Chapter completed!