A few days later.

Yi Lin, who had been in a row for several nights, returned to Yingxue Pavilion while yawning.

Even Yi Lin, as an extraordinary spiritual apostle, the strongest registered disciple of the Tianjian Sect, and a dignified Jindan monk, could not withstand it.

It seems that he is still a human being.

Yi Lin sighed softly.

As the spring season comes, the weather warms up and the wind is filled with smooth moisture.

I saw Jian Nanchun standing proudly on the eaves, his face calm, looking into the distance, holding his hands in the wind, and his clothes were flying.

When Yi Lin came back, she was about to enter the room to make up for her sleep. Senior Brother Jian fell down and asked curiously: "Junior brother, you have gone out early and returned late these days, and you have no intention of cooking. Junior sister has complained a lot."

The translation is: the junior sister is not satisfied with the taste of the food in the palace, and the senior brother doesn’t cook, so she has a lot of opinions.

"I'm busy going to the library to check information."

Yi Lin subconsciously gave an unearthed explanation.

"What?"

Yi Lin changed to a down-to-earth statement: "Go back to senior brother, junior brother is busy looking for clues in Tianxuan Academy."

"oh."

Jian Nanchun understood this time.

Yi Lin released his senses and found that Xia Xiaoman was not in Yingxue Pavilion, so he asked about his junior sister whereabouts.

Although Senior Brother Jian was absent-minded all day long, he could not ignore where his junior sister went. Senior Brother Jian quickly told Yi Lin that Xia Xiaoman, as Princess Daqian, added a seat behind the curtain of the court and listened to the morning court.

It seems that Xia Xiaoman is really concerned about Daqian's state affairs.

Even though she became a golden elixir monk under the silence, in her bones and soul, the tall Princess Xia Xiaoman, Xia Jian.

Yi Lin returned to the room and was bathing in a warm hot bath in a large sandalwood vat. He thought for a while and called out Nie Hongxiu.

Nie Hongxiu has a calm personality and is more reliable in doing things.

"You are in a state of hiding and help me see my junior sister. The positioning of Concubine Shu is not clear yet, so I'm not very relieved."

"Yes, Master."

Nie Hongxiu glanced into the bucket with an expressionless face, and immediately turned around and floated out of the house.

Xiaohong was a little puzzled.

According to the young master's previous actions, he would find ways to kill uncertainties in the germ.

But this time,

It seems a little different.

What are the young master worried about?

Although Nie Hongxiu was puzzled, he didn't ask much, and obediently drifted through the wall and carried out the task.

He is ruthless and doesn't talk much, and he has always been a common style that Nie Hongxiu has.

Yi Lin operated the free method and arranged several continuous insulation techniques on the barrel. Then he closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep, but in fact he entered the spiritual sea in the inner pivotal space.

The former soul clone accumulated three years of energy, and Yi Lin was exhausted in one breath when he broke through the golden elixir. Now on the broken throne, the soul clone can only be "recharged" again and is currently in a state that is not yet fully charged.

While Yi Lin is busy at the sea of ​​spirit, her body can also get rest, killing two birds with one stone.

With his fingertips shining, Yi Lin continued to write the project to conquer the vast "throne". Yi Lin often talked to Green on the coconut tree.

Although Green doesn't miss him most of the time, it's a matter of getting information that is a cost-effective job. Maybe when this boss is so upset, he will say a few precious information?

But today, Green never opened his eyes from beginning to end. A big bubble on the bat's nose suddenly swelled and shrank, which made Yi Lin feel the urge to poke it out with a needle.

...

It's evening.

Yi Lin woke up from the bathing bucket. While her junior sister had not returned, Yi Lin sneaked out of the palace and went to Qingdu Street for a walk.

He deliberately paid attention to many inconspicuous corners. In the Qingdu, Yi Lin did not find the Black Lotus Seal, which is the activity trace of the Bodhisattva Tower.

"It seems that the scope of activities of the Bodhisattva Tower is mainly in the deserted south area. After all, this is the capital of the Qingdu, the Dagan Dynasty, and they dare not be so presumptuous."

When we arrived in Qingdu that day,

Yi Lin noticed that Wanxianglou, which was in Qingdu, had been suspended and rectified.

There is no such thing as "anti-pornography" in this world. Whether it is prostitution in literature or prostitution in martial arts, in the dynasty, they all received a business license and prostitution in a reasonable and legal manner.

Legal prostitution is naturally not shut down because of illegal practice.

The more likely reason is that the Qingluan Tree behind Wanxiang Tower, a chain entertainment venue and intelligence organization that is spread all over Dongsheng Shenzhou, noticed that the news was wrong, and withdrew from Qingdu early and chose to settle down in the troubled times.

Otherwise, even if I cannot get a free job with Yi Lin, I will not have any problem buying some secret information.

"It would be great if I could find a way to contact Qingluanshu."

Without the source of information, Yi Lin could only go to investigate by herself, which was particularly hard.

After taking a look at the yellow seal on the door of Wanxiang Tower, Yi Lin sighed and walked around the street next door to buy buns.

It’s still the “youbaoda” bun shop, the unique taste makes Yi Lin know the taste.

As for the source of the money, Yi Lin was not worried at all, it was inappropriate anyway.

"There is a big bag" is still a hot business in front of the bun shop. Yi Lin still secretly opened it like the last time, inserted it into the front, threw the silver, and left after buying it.

"Hey, boy, go slowly!"

The owner of the bun shop is an old man who looks over 70 years old. He is very old but has a straight waist. While clapping the flour on his hands, he walked out from behind the counter and said warmly goodbye to Yi Lin who was about to leave. He seemed to recognize the repeat customer.

Yi Lin turned around in surprise and looked at the smiling owner of the bun shop. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon, Yi Lin nodded to the owner of the bun shop and hid in the crowd.

After Yilin left.

Behind the old man, the old woman who was rubbing the dough hard, laughed in a hoarse voice: "Is there something wrong?"

The old man glared at the old woman: "Stinky woman, hurry up and rub the noodles, haven't you seen so many guests waiting!"

When the old woman heard this, she immediately kept silent.

After a while,

A girl with a flushed complexion jumped and carried a light basket back to the store from the back door.

"Dad, mom, Xiu'er is back!"

When the old man turned around, his eyebrows were kind and his squinting eyes showed unconcealed pampering, and wrinkles on his eyes and face were a little deeper.

The old woman took the basket from Xiu'er's hand with a veteran covered in sticky flour and complained: "You girl, you didn't listen to it, and pretended that she didn't hear it. They told you not to run to Ping'an Temple all the time. The bald donkeys looked at each of them, and they didn't know what bad thoughts were hidden in their hearts, and they didn't know what good things were!"

The old man echoed: "Yes, yes, bald, there is no good thing!"

"What are you talking about?" Xiu'er had known for a long time that her two parents had always disliked the monk. Although Xiu'er was helpless, she had no way to correct their views. She could only explain: "Brother Xiaohu is not an ordinary monk?"

"Oh? Then what kind of monk is he?"

"Everyone said that Brother Xiaohu is a playmate in Xiu'er's village, and he is not a bad person! I know who Brother Xiaohu is best!" Xiu'er said, rolling up her sleeves, regardless of the dirty food on the stove, and stepped forward to help: "Xiu'er will help you knead the dough~ don't be angry!"

"Okay, okay, you just don't listen!" The old woman returned to the stove and rubbed the noodles hard. While rubbing, the old woman said: "Xiu'er, do you still remember the 'Ben Lei dough kneading technique' I taught you last time? The focus is on the breath..."

"Mom, hehehe, you don't know. When Xiu'er delivered a bag to the monks today, Brother Xiaohu actually ran out and said thank you to Xiu'er! Brother Xiaohu was finally willing to talk to Xiu'er!"

"Hmph, concentrate!" the old woman looked stern and scolded.

"I know!" Xiu'er stuck out her tongue, closed her eyes, and focused her mind toward the dough on the stove.

She had long felt that the kneading method was particularly complicated. The old couple said that this was the ancestral kneading method and could not be learned elsewhere. But whenever she kneaded the dough according to the method she said to her adopted mother, her body was hot, warm, and a little cool, so comfortable.

...

...

Yi Lin returned to Yingxue Pavilion with several generations of hot buns.

Along the way, he recalled the two old men at the bun shop.

After stepping into the threshold, Yi Lin shook her head and smiled: "This Qing is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."

Back to Yingxue Pavilion,

Senior Brother Jian was still on the eaves, maintaining Yi Lin's posture when he left, holding his hands in the wind, and the clouds were calm and gentle.

His stop seemed to be a day.

Yi Lin asked Senior Brother Jian to eat buns. Senior Brother Jian had already fasted the valley, and he could eat it or not.

But when Yi Lin took a bite, the fragrance overflowed was so fragrant that it made Senior Brother Jian unable to help but float down.

While the two brothers were eating buns, the eldest princess Xia Xiaoman returned from outside in a hurry.

"Come on, junior sister, I happened to be back. I was eating buns, but it was still the same one, and it was very warm."

Yi Lin shook the bun in her hand at the junior sister.

But Xia Xiaoman didn't even look at the bun, lowered her head and frowned, and replied casually: "You can eat it, Xiaoman has no appetite."

As he said that, Xia Xiaoman hid in the boudoir.

Senior Brother Jian and Yi Lin looked at each other and both saw shock in each other's eyes.

The junior sister rushes to eat this bun on weekdays. If she doesn't give it to her, she can even draw the sword in a hurry and freeze a few times.

Today, the junior sister is so abnormal, there must be something strange about it.
Chapter completed!