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A few days later, Yu Fengyao stood in front of a red-lacquered wooden door, guarded by stone lions on both sides of the wooden door.

Looking up again, there is a plaque with gold letters on a black background with the words "Songyin Villa" written on it.

Yu Fengyao got off his horse and stepped up the stone steps ahead, knocking on the copper ring on the red lacquered wooden door.

I saw a crack in the wooden door, and an old man's head stuck out from inside.

"I have important matters to visit the old man of Song Dynasty." Yu Fengyao said to the wrinkled and gray-haired old man in front of him.

"The owner of the old Song village has passed away for two years, and the wife and young lady have already left the village and returned to their natal family. The village has been abandoned for more than a year, and only I, an old man, and a few old slaves clean and take care of it." The old man still poked his head out, It doesn't mean to open the door to welcome guests.

"Oh? Why hasn't the world heard about this?" Yu Fengyao asked with a look of doubt.

"The death of the old owner is strange, Madam ordered him to mourn in secret and not to make it public, so people in the Jianghu didn't know about it." The old man narrowed his eyes and said.

"Then why did you tell me, old man?" Yu Fengyao laughed.

"I saw that you came here from thousands of miles away, so I told you kindly. It seems that the old slave is talking too much." After speaking, the old man turned his head back and was about to close the door.

"Master Song, why do you have to make up these lies? I'm a deceit." Yu Fengyao stretched out his hand to stop the old man from moving, and said, "Even if Master Song doesn't want to welcome me as a guest, he shouldn't curse himself to death."

In the main hall, the old man with an old face just now is sitting on a grand master's chair in front of him at this moment, with one foot dragging his shoe and coiling it in the chair stool, shaking a palm fan in his hand, with an expression of arrogance and impatience on his face .

"Hurry up, hurry up, you are not waiting for Nantan, what are you doing here?" the old man said.

"A few days ago, the flying pigeons in the general altar sent letters to the owner of Songlao Village, but the owner of Songlao didn't reply for a long time, so the head teacher specially ordered me to come here and borrow the Qiankun Cauldron from you in person," Yu Fengyao said. .

"This cauldron is a family heirloom of my Song family, how can I just borrow it, even if it is the head leader!" The old man said with a laugh, fanning the palm fan in his hand.

"That's why the Chief Hierarch specially ordered me to come here and ask the old Zhuang Zhu what's your request face to face. As long as the Chief Hierarch can do it, I will definitely do it for the old Zhuang Zhuang." The Chief Hierarch asked him for a request, so he didn't get an answer for a long time. Isn't it just to raise the price for today's good.

Seeing the old man fanning the palm fan in his hand, rolling his eyes, he cleared his throat and said, "My old man has lived most of his life, so he should enjoy the blessings. I have always been courteous, and I have obtained a lot of rare and rare objects of gold, silver, jewelry, not to mention those peerless secret books or Tibetan books. Now I have retired for many years, and I no longer care about the affairs of the church, so I pretended to have passed away just now, so as not to be disturbed by people who don’t know where I am, spare my peace.” The old man squinted his eyes sideways, holding back towards Yu Fengyao.

There was something in the old man's words, but Yu Fengyao just smiled in his ears, and said: "What Master Song said is true."

Yu Fengyao stood up and bowed respectfully to the old man, but said in his heart, because you saved the life of the former leader, it was just a coincidence.I don't want to be old today, but put on airs and calculate the past.But he said in his mouth: "The junior will not bother you any more. When I go back to the main altar, I will definitely tell the chief teacher what Master Song said from the bottom of my heart today." After speaking, he stepped out of the hall.

The old man Song behind him didn't want Yu Fengyao to leave as soon as he said it. He thought that since the general altar sent him here, he must do everything possible to obtain his Qiankun Ding.Now people have to walk back and forth in the front hall, thinking, if they chase out at this time, they will not be able to get rid of this old face, and they have lost the opportunity.

The old man surnamed Song thought for a while, that Yu Fengyao had already left the Songyin Villa and got on his horse.

The moment he got on his horse, a figure jumped out of the high wall on the side of the villa.

"I said it's good to climb over the wall and steal, but you have to go to the main entrance to ask. But you can?" Yuan Muyi got on the horse and sat behind Yu Fengyao, took out a copper tripod from his arms and put it on Yu Fengyao In front of the road.

"I originally wanted to give the old man some face for the sake of the former leader, and I didn't want to just sell the old man!" Yu Fengyao flicked the whip in his hand, and the white horse kicked all four hooves and galloped towards the east side path.

"You 'stealer' has stolen his Qiankun Cauldron now, if he finds out in the future, he will definitely not let it go." Yu Fengyao said, flicking the horsewhip in his hand.

"I have replaced his real one with a fake one, and put some phantom fragrance in that fake one. I'm afraid I won't find it until I die." Yuan Muyi said proudly.

"Why didn't you see that when you stole the Nine Dragon Cup, you also used this technique of embedding flowers and trees?" Yu Fengyao smiled while driving the horse.

"It's all from my own family, why bother, just leave a note." Speaking of this note, Yuan Muyi felt a chill run up his spine, thinking that his second senior brother was still looking at the gentle and elegant man when he was still in the Qingshan School. , now all because of the little emperor, disregarding the feelings of fellow-family, and seeking revenge with him. "By the way, what is the use of this Qiankun cauldron suddenly, big brother?"

"I heard from the head teacher what kind of miraculous kung fu Senior Hong Ying is practicing recently, and he needs the help of this Qiankun cauldron to achieve it." Yu Fengyao said.

The two of them rode the horse all the way, so naturally they lived in peace, but the old man Song of Songyin Villa was as anxious as ants on a hot pot because Yu Fengyao had gone and never looked back.

Besides, Yu Fengyao actually only knows the superficial use of the tripod, and the so-called miraculous skill is actually a weird piano music.It's just a couple looking for some fun occasionally, as for the difference between the piano music, only the two people involved know.

Years later, when Bai Murong, the leader of the demon sect, asked Yuan Muyi to quietly send the tripod back to Songyin Villa again, the old man Song never noticed any signs of it being stolen.

It's just that although the real tripod was returned to its original owner later, it was no longer intact.

In those few years, the old man Song would send pigeons to the Demon Cult's main altar every now and then, asking the Demon Cult's leader if he wanted his Qiankun Ding, but what he got was some homely greetings from the Demon's leader.

A few months later, Yu Fengyao and Yuan Muyi were riding horses on a lush grassland outside the Great Wall.

It was a sunny and sunny day, but when the two of them dismounted halfway to rest, a pigeon with black feathers landed in front of them.

"What's the big brother this time?" Yuan Muyi looked at the black-feathered and red-billed carrier pigeon, not only slightly frowned, but asked.

Ever since the incident of stealing the cauldron in Songyin Mountain Villa, his senior brother, who is now the head leader of the Demon Cult, would send a carrier pigeon over from time to time to ask him to steal here and there.

The most recent time was to let him go to the Unfeeling Valley to steal the love flowers.

Stealing the flowers is actually fine, but this Valley of Unfeeling Love is far away from the main altar of the Devil's Cult, even if it is done quickly, it will take a few days.

And his elder brother not only wants the love flower, but also the whole thing with roots and leaves.

This is easy to steal, but difficult to raise.

For this reason, Yu Fengyao and Yuan Muyi tried every means to ensure that the love flower was transported to the head leader without any damage.

"It's not the head leader, this time it's Yaoding from the Beitan." Yu Fengyao looked at the note in his hand and said, "Actually, it's your fifth junior brother who needs our help."

A few days later, Yu Fengyao and Yuan Muyi hid among the trees taller than people and peeked at the camp ahead.

Yuan Muyi whispered to Yu Fengyao beside him: "Why don't you send someone from your teaching to handle this matter?"

"It's better for you and me to do this kind of trivial matter like sesame seeds and mung beans in person, and it can also show some sincerity to your fifth junior brother." Yu Fengyao said in a low voice.

"I think it's because you are afraid that people in the sect will know about it, and you will lose your status as the 'Merry Master' of the Demon Cult's Southern Altar. Anyway, you should stay outside this time, and wait for me to sneak into this tent and steal that thing." Come out." After finishing speaking, Yuan Muyi tapped his feet a few times, and jumped into the camp avoiding the guards in front.

Half an hour later, I saw Yuan Muyi quietly returning to Yu Fengyao's side with his whole body dyed with chicken or duck feathers.

"This thing is so powerful!" Yuan Muyi held a black cloth bag in his hand, and spit out colorful feathers from his mouth as he spoke.

Yu Fengyao reached out and grabbed a few colorful feathers that fell on Yuan Muyi's head, and said with a low laugh, "It really is Fanbang's fighting cock, which is different from the ones in the Central Plains, and it will make you so embarrassed as much as possible."

"There are more than 20 of them in that cage, and I don't know if the little emperor will have a place to raise them when these things are transported to the capital. It's going to be really noisy!" Yuan Muyi showed a look of boredom, and shook the cloth bag in his hand. Huang said, "I applied some incense, otherwise I wouldn't be able to cure these annoying creatures."

Yuan Muyi immediately opened the cloth bag in his hand, and saw two multicolored fighting cocks inside, sleeping really soundly at the moment, not only murmured to himself: "When did these five juniors fall in love with fighting cocks?"

Yuan Muyi had this question in his mind, because he didn't know that the nomads living on the Mobei grassland held a special cockfighting competition every year.

Therefore, in order to revitalize the often lifeless Beitan, Guardian Ye Da of the Demon Cult's Northern Altar came up with a way to participate in the local traditional customs and life. The first part of this method is to respect the local festivals and customs.

So this first cockfight with the local people is extremely important, so when he learned that Fanbang wanted to attack the rare and peerless cockfight in the capital, this guardian Ye hurriedly sent a pigeon to send a letter to let the fourth senior brother who has always been the best at stealing kung fu Yuan Muyi came to help with this.

Moreover, this action was also ordered by the elder brother, Bai Murong, the current head leader of the Demon Sect.

I don't want to say thank you for saving people, although this Guardian Ye, several of his fellow disciples who were from the same sect, and a group of people from the Demon Sect expelled the poison for Yuan Muyi.

But now the fourth senior brother seems to be deeply admired by Yu Fengyao, who is known as the "Merry Master" in the Southern Temple of the Devil's Cult. In order to consider the future happiness of the fourth senior brother who has been lonely since he was a child and has many fates, they, as senior brothers, must definitely take good care of it. Check it out, and then ask the "Merry Master" for some dowry or something for a trial.

Hence, the messenger pigeon of the Devil's Cult appeared in front of Yuan Muyi and Yu Fengyao from time to time.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed, Yuan Muyi and Yu Fengyao returned all the way from Mobei to the south, because half a month ago another red-billed carrier pigeon with all black feathers landed in front of them.

This time it was none other than Yuan Muyi's former savior, the second senior brother Zhang Qingyi who had always admired him but now dared not offend him.Moreover, he is also the celebrity next to the little emperor who has just ascended to the Great Treasure for the first time, and the prime minister of the dynasty, Mr. Zhang, who has learned a lot about the past and the present at a young age.

Yu Fengyao and Yuan Muyi rode their respective horses, seeing that they could reach the destination of this trip today, they were not in a hurry and chatted with each other.

"There are many exotic flowers and trees in the south, and it is also a good place rich in famous tea. Your second senior brother really picked the right place." Yu Fengyao praised.

"My second senior brother has always loved famous tea and pen and ink. He is a very elegant person, and he will never lose to you and me." Yuan Muyi said, he would go to the capital to steal the emperor's wine in order to drink the wine from the daughter's building. The Nine Dragons Jade Cup, and he, the second senior brother, could send people around to search for it and buy it with a lot of money in order to drink a pot of good tea and use a good ink.

"In the Forbidden City of the little emperor, I'm afraid there is no shortage of famous tea and ink." Hearing this, Yu Fengyao couldn't help but want to make a joke.

"That's why it's so difficult. I don't know if I can find something rare this time, which will satisfy my second senior brother." Yuan Muyi not only frowned slightly, as if he was a little bit concerned about this matter. The look of a headache.

So one month later, there were a few more expensive inkstones on the table in the study room of the prime minister's mansion in the capital, and there were more good teas more expensive than gold in the tea storehouse.

"In this way, we can save Ziying a lot of money." The young Prime Minister looked at the gift list in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Here, on the sea to the south of Han, a three-storey ship is slowly approaching in the waves.

"Those square inkstones and those bags of tea leaves cost me a lot of silver taels in the Nantan." Yu Fengyao sat in the cabin on the second floor of Xianglong Boat, shook his head and sighed while holding the accounts in his hand, "and I have to go there every year. The prime minister's mansion in the capital pays tribute on time."

"Fortunately, my third senior brother didn't ask for anything. After all, he is a person who has lived in the mountains for a long time. It is easy to eat and use." Yuan Muyi who was at the side had just finished speaking when he saw a petrel fly into the window and land on the two of them. in front of people. "Now that you and I have hid in the sea, are you using this petrel as a messenger pigeon?" Yuan Muyi couldn't help frowning.

"This is the petrel raised by me at the Nantan. It must be something important at the Nantan." Saying that, Yu Fengyao put down the account in his hand, and saw that petrel flew into Yu Fengyao's hand the next moment.

"Ha!" Yu Fengyao couldn't help laughing as he stared at the note in his hand.

"What?" Yuan Muyi looked over, feeling ominous in his heart.

"This time, it's your third senior brother who has lived in the mountains for a long time and asked nothing!" Yu Fengyao smiled wryly.

The Devil's Cult West Altar is located in the Western Regions, bounded by the sky, hidden in the northern desert.

It's just that the leader of the Xitan sect doesn't live in the Xitan sect, but lives in a wooden house in the mountains not too far away.

Apart from the Xitan leader living in this wooden house, there is also a mountain rough man living together.

On this day, the night gradually shrouded the mountain, and under the bright and clear moon, the Xitan leader of the demon sect was sitting outside to cool off after taking a bath.

It is midsummer at this moment, and although there is a breeze blowing from time to time in the mountains at night, the heat is still unstoppable.

After a while, the leader of Xitan had many beads of sweat on his forehead, and was raising his hand to wipe it off with his sleeve, when suddenly a cool breeze came from behind, very cool.

Sheng Kang turned his head and saw Hua Rong standing nearby with a palm fan in his hand.

"The moonlight is very good today!" Huarong smiled, and raised his other hand that was not holding a fan, and saw that it was holding a thick book.

"What? Are you going to use the moonlight to study today?" Sheng Kang cast a glance at the book and sneered.

"That's exactly what I mean." Hua Rong then pulled Sheng Kang to sit on a thick wooden stake beside him.

"Then read slowly, I'm not interested." Sheng Kang closed his eyes, his tone seemed a little displeased, but he still leaned half of his body towards Huarong.

"You really don't read?" Hua Rong asked with a confused smile.

"I don't read." Sheng Kang said, he wanted to have a good time with Hua Rong in the open air in the mountains after dinner and bath, but he didn't want this person to plan to study, it was really boring.

"Then I can read it myself!" Hua Rong then put down the palm leaf fan in his hand, opened the book in his hand and read it carefully.

Suddenly there was no cool breeze here, Sheng Kang couldn't help frowning, and his heart became more and more unhappy.

But for a moment, Sheng Kang finally couldn't bear the anxiety in his heart, he stood up suddenly, threw off his robe and said to Hua Rong, "I'm going back to the house!"

I don't want to just take a glance out of the corner of my eye, and I happened to see the pictures in the book Hua Rong held in his hand, and was about to lower his face to question, but Hua Rong raised his head first and said: "I asked my fourth junior brother to find it for me. The Tibetan book, I just asked someone to deliver it today. This Tibetan book is really good!" As he spoke, he brought the book in his hand closer to Sheng Kang's eyes, "There are a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one styles here, and we can find a day to read them one by one. Tried."

Looking at the picture in front of him, there are two naked men overlapped on each page of the painting, but the poses of each page are different.Although the eyebrows and eyes are drawn very simply, with just a few light strokes to outline, but this move is extremely meticulous and detailed.

"It's really a good book." Sheng Kang took the book, sat back on the stake again and flipped through the pages one by one, Huarong beside him had a lewd smile on his face, and moved his head closer.

"This trick seems a bit difficult." Hua Rong pointed to a page.

"It's a bit difficult for you." Sheng Kang replied.

"But it's not difficult for you." Hua Rong said again.

"How dare you!" Sheng Kang gave Hua Rong a hard look.

"Don't dare!" Hua Rong laughed eagerly, but added without giving up, "But it will be a pity if you don't give it a try!"

"It's better if you do this, and I will obey you next time." Sheng Kang turned over two pages and pointed to one of them.

Looking at the movement that did not lose the move just now, Hua Rong showed a look of embarrassment, but finally nodded in agreement. "good."

"Don't you think..." Sheng Kang held his chin, turned over a few pages of the book, and said, "Where have you seen the two of you in this painting?" Then he turned a few more pages, and continued, "You said It’s a rare collection, but I can see that the ink marks on the paper were painted not long ago.”

Hearing this, Hua Rong looked carefully at the pictures on the booklet, pondered for a moment and said, "The outlines and figures of the figures in this picture really seem to have been seen somewhere..."

The boat on the sea floats with the water, and at the moment there are two people sitting in the cabin on the second floor, playing a game of chess.

"I don't know if my third senior brother is satisfied after reading that book?" Yuan Muyi raised his hand and dropped a sunspot on the chessboard in front of him.

"It's not difficult to find a similar book, but it's still not as good as mine. Taking the two of us as portraits, it is a unique and unique copy of 'Merry' and 'Merry'." Yu Fengyao immediately went to the chessboard. A white piece fell down.

"It's a pity that you only drew one copy, we should draw another one and keep it for ourselves," Yuan Muyi said.

"This thing is good because it is unique. If I draw the same copy again, it will lose its meaning." Yu Fengyao raised his eyes and stared at Yuan Muyi in front of him and said, "I have drawn another private copy, which will combine you and me. The face of the person is also outlined in detail.”

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