Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

So tourists came outside Hu's house, and the locomotive parked directly opposite the gate, and the two sat side by side in the carriage, opened the curtain and watched for a long time.

There is nothing to watch.

The house is full of new houses that have not been in the past [-] years. The exquisite craftsmanship of the craftsmen and masters is brand new. The steps, doors and walls are still quite impressive. At first glance, there is no sense of story that has been settled over time.

About their feelings, what Hu Qing said was - copycat.

The master of Dial Pavilion paid attention to Chun Luo's expression, seeing that she was really bored, she really confirmed that she didn't care about the past at all.

"Come on, let's look around."

Chunluo snorted, but thought of something instead: "By the way, the owner of this new house is known by Chunlie. Before Chunlie didn't know her life experience, she was almost killed by someone. Oh, it's in Baopingfang The woman saved him. It was a wonderful fate to buy this place and build a house by accident. I guess Chun Lie was looking for her to play with."

The owner of the Dial Pavilion: "Oh? There is another matter. Should we come to thank you? After all, you are his elder sister and his parent."

"Forget it. Baopingfang should still be the murderer of Chachun's family. And my reputation is not good, so it's better not to disturb her."

She is not an upright character in the monk world, not to mention the kind that everyone shouts and beats, but she is also the kind that is not welcomed by good people.

As soon as the locomotive turned around, the two went to play elsewhere.

Hu Qing didn't know that her family almost had visitors at night, but she was practicing the Spring God Jue while she was meditating in the refining room.Probe the spiritual consciousness from the ground fire, and the invisible spiritual consciousness is divided into bundles and strands to explore the ground along the path of the flame, and disperse when encountering a branch, and scout separately.

Fire, she needs good fire, good fire without fire poison, perhaps, can be found from the ground.

I don't know what's going on outside.

Hu Huahua, on the other hand, slept sprawled on her big bed.He rolled over as the locomotive pulled up across from the gate, and turned over again as the locomotive pulled away.

Well, it's such a hassle to have a good night without sleep.

Oh, no, ghosts only cultivate at night—then why come to his gate?Still in a hurry.

The organ car drove the two of them around Baopingfang, Chunluo slowly recalled some of the old scenery, and gradually became interested, pointing and introducing her sweetheart, talking and smiling more.

"Crossing this bridge is the mortal area. I used to come here when I was a child, and only here do children look up at me with envious eyes." Chun Luo didn't feel embarrassed at all when she recalled her childish behavior when she was a child: "Those mortals who can't cultivate Children. Facing them, I have a sense of superiority."

Then tell yourself over and over again when you are being bullied: I am also a monk, and I will compare all of you in the future.

At that time, she couldn't have imagined that she would not compare everyone, but kill them all.

She squinted her head slightly, and finally nodded affirmatively: "That's right, I killed all the children of the Chun family who bullied me, and I didn't let any one go. Even if they got married, I found and killed them."

She said murderous words lightly, as if she was saying that she ate cleanly and didn't waste a single grain of rice.

The owner of the Dial Pavilion next to her didn't think she was cruel, nor did she show any mercy, she spoke lightly, but he heard it calmly.

I just couldn't help asking her curiously: "If you find that one is missing, why can't you find it?"

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Chun Luo didn't answer, but when she thought of that situation, she couldn't help picking her nails, ah, that would really kill her.

Fortunately not.Thanks to the Chun family for keeping their children and grandchildren together and not marrying far away, thank God.

When the two arrived in the mortal area, there was actually nothing to see.Most places are dark.This place is far less lively than that of the monks. Mortals have limited energy and physical strength, and most of them still maintain the habit of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.At this point in time, it is the moment when the dream is thickening.

But there are also people who wander in the middle of the night, some people toil, some people have fun, and there are food stalls.

A food stall selling fried dough sticks and soy milk.

With Huo Linggen, there is no need to consider the heat preservation of fried dough sticks and soy milk. Hu Zhuo keeps his products at the temperature with the best taste, and he will only go back when they are sold out.

Some of them have already been sold, but there are still many more. It is estimated that they will be sold sooner or later at dawn.

He didn't wrong himself, seeing that no one came to serve him soy milk, he ate fried dough sticks with greasy face.

In this gloomy night, the moon has gone somewhere, and the candlelight behind the transparent cover is dim, and the handsome young man's inelegant eating is very attractive, tempting people to want to eat the same food.

The locomotive stopped not far away, and the two got down and walked over. Chun Luo whispered, "It's like a kind of food that I ate when I was young, but it looks different."

When Hu Zhuo saw someone coming this way, he quickly put away his own things, and showed a friendly and lucky smile: "Guest officer——"

He was startled by the gaze of Shangdial Pavilion Master, and immediately rejoiced: "Please sit down, please sit down."

The owner of the Dial Pavilion understood: "Have you been to the Qianji Pavilion?"

Hu Zhuo nodded again and again: "Soymilk and deep-fried dough sticks, two servings. Let's go. Wait a moment, I still have some stir-fry here, and I'll come right away."

There were three small tables in total, and the two of them chose one to sit down. The energetic young man brought them two large bowls of soy milk and two small baskets of deep-fried dough sticks. A table took out various condiments of vegetables, meat and eggs.

Bang, kuang, chop up the knife, and heat the shredded pork with oil.

The master of the Dial Pavilion looked at it in surprise: "You, a monk, why do you have to go to a place where mortals live to do this? How many spirit beads can you earn? These ingredients are all good, and I'm afraid you will lose money."

Hu Zhuo swung the frying spoon and smiled sideways at him: "Occasionally, occasionally."

The master of the Dial Pavilion nodded, that is to seek enlightenment, many monks like to enlighten the Tao in the lights of thousands of families.

But this young man doesn't look very old, and he realized life a little early.

Hu Zhuo quickly cooked two small dishes, one in each hand, and placed them respectfully in front of the two, then nodded and bowed, smiling from ear to ear.

Chunluo looked at him and was deeply stimulated by his adoring eyes. Ever since she came to Baopingfang, her man has been coveted by a group of men!

I took a bite of the deep-fried dough sticks, it was crispy and tender, chewed hard a few times, it was full of fragrance.

The owner of the Dial Pavilion smiled and said, "Is the little boss going to treat you?"

Hu Zhuo laughed into a rotten flower: "I invite, I invite. Oh no, I invite side dishes. There is still a charge for fried dough sticks and soy milk. Thanks for your patronage, two spirit stones."

The Master of the Dial Pavilion let out a laugh.

Chunluo is not happy anymore, she has not been away from Baopingfang for many years, so the prices are unreasonable.

"You sell snacks and collect spirit stones in the mortal area? How many mortals use spirit stones?"

She took off her veil while eating, and the guy certainly didn't know her anyway.At this time, his face was straight and scary.

Hu Zhuo groaned and slapped his head: "Wrong, twenty spirit beads."