Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

how so!

Du Manzhi returned home worried.

Ding Cuiyun put the food on the stone table and invited her to eat. Seeing that she was unhappy, he asked her what she was worried about.

"That's right, I have a friend..." Du Manzhi pondered the words.

"I met her under another identity. Now I have something belonging to her in my hand, which means a lot to her. I want to return it to her as soon as possible."

Ding Cuiyun heard it: "Master doesn't want that friend to know your current identity."

"Yes, and I heard that she is sick..."

Miss Yan's illness was destined in the plot.

But the situation is different.

In the plot, Miss Yan fell into the water to pick up a hairpin and was burned into a fool.

Because Du Manzhi came in, the plot changed - Miss Yan didn't know that she deliberately went to have sex with the reborn heroine, and was taken down purely because she wanted to save her with good intentions.

Du Manzhi helped her ashore that day.

Logically speaking, the total time spent in the water was only that short, and the temperature was not too low, so he shouldn't be seriously ill.

However, Miss Yan...

Maybe she overestimated the physical fitness of ancient ladies?

Or maybe the plot will not let go of this tool who connects the heroine and the second male lead?

There was another guess that she least expected - Could it be that Miss Yan's condition worsened because she was thinking about the silver hairpin that was taken away?

Originally, she wanted to settle down in the Yishi Hall first, then summon a few little ghosts to quietly put the things into Miss Yan's room, and the matter would be settled.

He is now sick and weak.

What if Miss Yan is urged by Yin Qi to hit the road...

Just thinking about it is sinful.

"Ugh!"

Ding Cuiyun was a person who knew how to repay his kindness, so he immediately said: "Then I will send it off."

Du Manzhi shook his head.

The Yan family is a scholarly family, and outsiders must have a name card when visiting. Ordinary people will be blocked from the door.

Even if the servants of the Yan family send the silver hairpin in, it may be difficult for Miss Yan to explain it if other masters find out about it.

She remembered that the concubine of the Yan family had a bad relationship with Miss Yan, and she watched her every day to find faults. If she was framed for a secret relationship, Miss Yan would be angry to death, if not sick.

Ding Cuiyun: "The women of wealthy families make new clothes every once in a while. If they follow the people in the clothing workshop, it shouldn't be difficult to sneak in... I'm just afraid that I won't know how to find someone if I get in."

After thinking about it, Ding Cuiyun suggested that she go to the innkeeper.

Du Manzhi was puzzled: "Why?"

Ding Cuiyun lowered her voice and explained to her in detail.

It turned out that the shopkeeper was running an inn and leasing houses on the surface.

In fact, he is the coordinator of the West Factory and the person in charge of Kyoto Yishitang.

Information and resources are passed through his hands and then distributed.

In addition to earning contribution points by accepting tasks from him, Yishido members can also do many things with contribution points:

buy information from him;

Redeem resources;

Publish tasks;

Ask him to witness private transactions, etc.

If your contribution points are not enough, you can also use money.

In short, the innkeeper is the functional NPC here.

Du Manzhi suddenly realized: "You can ask someone to send the things in!"

Ding Cuiyun nodded repeatedly, that was what he meant.

"Look at Mintang, all of them are masters of Qinggong. Sneaking at night is Yintang's special skill. If your friend is just an ordinary official's daughter, this matter will not be difficult for them. If there are court officials in the family, There are more nursing homes, so it’s a little more difficult.”

The old man of the Yan family was a tutor of two dynasties. He was an upright official and his family would certainly not support so many people.

"I don't have any contribution points now, and I don't know if I have enough money."

Du Manzhi planned to ask the shopkeeper to estimate the price first. If she couldn't afford it, she would ask Danzhu for a favor and pay it back slowly when she earned money.

Ding Cuiyun originally wanted to say that you are now a real living sign of Mirage. What if they ask you to do something? Seeing that she didn't mean it, she thought that the master wouldn't take action easily, so she didn't mention it.

Du Manzhi suddenly caught a glimpse of a red slap mark on the right side of her face. He was slightly annoyed and asked her, "Has Niu Dali been here?"

Ding Cuiyun touched his face, looking very calm.

"I came here, and the neighbors all turned towards me. He had no choice but to leave."

"I'll go find him."

Ding Cuiyun dissuaded him: "Master, I heard that he is going to ask the old doctor of Huichun Medical Center for compensation. He will not come again until he gets the money."

"Medical clinic?"

Du Manzhi wondered if it was the one who prescribed the wrong medicine to kill Chang'er...

"Chang'er told me in his dream that he doesn't blame the old doctor. His uncle is a kind man and often buys him sweets. He also said that it was too uncomfortable to be sick, but now he doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore."

Ding Cuiyun's eyes began to turn red again and he saluted her.

"Master, I understand. I must live a good life. Chang'er will live a better life there!"

Du Manzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great if you think so."

There are thousands of words from outsiders, but they are not as good as the words of a deceased relative. They are probably the same thing.

While I was eating, there was a knock on the door.

Du Manzhi wanted to move away, but was held down by Ding Cuiyun.

The knocks on the door ranged from regular to urgent, followed by almost banging on the door, mixed with sobs.

"Who?"

Ding Cuiyun calmly gave her a piece of pickled cucumber: "Niu Darong's daughter."

"..."

"Niu Darong was imprisoned. I heard that his daughter's marriage was not going to happen. She came to me to plead for mercy. She wanted me to give Niu Dali a pillow and let Niu Dali take care of her dowry."

Du Manzhi was a little worried at first, not knowing how that girl would live in the future, but she couldn't help laughing when she heard the second part of the sentence.

The murderer's daughter came to the victim's wife and asked her to blow her pillow?

Ding Cuiyun put her request for harmony on the table, but the girl wanted her to go back and live a good life with Niu Dali, otherwise how could this pillow wind blow?

These three views are simply explosive.

Ding Cuiyun has experienced the pain of losing a son. No matter how ugly the face of Niu Darong's daughter is, it can't hurt her heart.

"Let her do whatever she wants. I don't want to see anyone named Niu in my life."

Du Manzhi gave a thumbs up without saying anything.

After the meal, she went to find the shopkeeper.

After hearing her request, he stroking his long beard and said in a deep voice: "Is the young lady from the Yan family, the Grand Tutor, the direct descendant?"

"What are you going to give her?"

She took out the silver hairpin wrapped in handkerchief.

There was no one around, and there was only one oil lamp that was not very bright in the small dark room. The shopkeeper looked carefully and carefully under the lamp, rubbing a vague mark on the hairpin body with his fingertips, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Where did you get this?"

I don’t know why, but I saw that the shopkeeper was a very kind middle-aged man before. When he tensed up, she felt like she was facing a military training instructor.

Du Manzhi was silent and said truthfully: "On Miss Yan's head."

The shopkeeper also fell silent.

"This matter...come, follow me."

He went around behind the debris pile and pulled up a cellar door, revealing a dark hole.

Du Manzhi was surprised: "Where are you going?"

"Meet someone."

"Oh, it's coming, it's coming..."

She complied, pretending that the shoes didn't fit her feet, and while she was lowering her head to straighten them, she made a simple divination for herself with copper coins.

--lucky.

That's okay, let's go.