I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Vol 2 Chapter 914: Qingdu Baozipu, Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon

A few days later.

Yi Lin, who had stayed up for several nights, yawned and returned to Yingxue Pavilion.

Rao Yi Lin, as the transcendent spiritual apostle, the strongest registered disciple of the Heavenly Sword Gate, and the dignified golden core monk, couldn't hold it in this way.

It seems that he is still a mere human.

Yi Lin sighed lightly.

With the advent of the spring season for everything, the weather is getting warmer and the wind is full of slippery moisture.

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

When Yi Lin came back, he was just about to enter the room to make up for his sleep. Senior Brother Jian fell silently and asked curiously: "Junior Brother, you have gone out early and returned late in the past few days, and you have no intention of cooking. Junior sister has a lot of criticism."

The translation is: the younger sister is not satisfied with the taste of the food in the palace, and the older brother does not cook, she has a big opinion.

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

Yi Lin subconsciously gave an ungrounded explanation.

"What?"

Yi Lin changed back to a down-to-earth statement: "Back to Senior Brother, Junior Brother is busy looking for clues at Tian Xuan Academy."

"Oh."

Jian Nanchun understood now.

Yi Lin let out her senses and found that Xia Xiaoman was not in Yingxue Pavilion, so she asked her whereabouts.

Although Brother Jian was absent-minded all day long, he couldn't ignore where the sister went. Senior Brother Jian quickly told Yi Lin that Xia Xiaoman had added a seat behind the curtain of the court hall as the princess Dagan.

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

Even if she cultivated into a golden core monk under the circumstances, in her bones and soul, she was still the great princess Xia Xiaoman.

When Yi Lin returned to the room and soaked in a warm hot bath in the 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. Please go and see the junior sister for help. Concubine Shu's current position is not clear, I'm not so relieved."

"Yes, master."

Nie Hongsiu glanced into the bucket blankly, and immediately turned and floated out of the house.

Xiaohong was a little puzzled.

According to the young master's past practice, he will find a way to put the uncertain factors in the germ.

But this time,

It seems a little different.

What is the young master worried about?

Although Nie Hongxiu was puzzled, he didn't ask much, and obediently floated away through the wall to perform the task.

There are not many ruthless talks, and it has always been Nie Hongxiu's usual style.

Using the free method, Yi Lin arranged several continuous heat-preservation techniques on the barrel, then closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep, but in fact he fell into the spiritual sea in the hub.

The former soul clone had accumulated three years of energy, and it was consumed by Yi Lin in one breath when breaking through the golden core. Now on the broken throne, the soul clone can only be "charged" again, and it is still in a state of not being full.

At the same time Yi Lin was busy working in the sea of ​​spirit, he could also rest his body, killing two birds with one stone.

Fingertips flashed, Yi Lin continued to conquer the vast "throne" writing project, Yi Lin spoke to Green on the coconut tree from time to time.

Although most of the time, Green doesn’t like him, but getting information is a costless job. Maybe this big guy will say a word or two of precious information when he is too annoying?

But today, Green didn't open his eyes from beginning to end, and a big bubble on the bat's nose suddenly rose and collapsed, giving Yi Lin the urge to pierce it with a needle.

...

At night.

Yi Lin woke up from the wooden bath tub, and while the junior sister was not back, Yi Lin sneaked out of the palace again and strolled around the streets of Qingdu.

He deliberately paid attention to many inconspicuous corners. In 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 area. After all, this is the capital of Qingdu, the capital of the Dagan Dynasty. They dare not be so presumptuous."

When I arrived in Qingdu that day,

Yi Lin noticed that Wanxiang Tower in Qingdu had been shut down for rectification.

There is no such thing as "anti-pornography" in this world. Prostitution without a thesis is still a martial prostitution. In the dynasty of Dagan, they all obtained a business license to prostitute themselves reasonably and legally.

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

The more likely reason is that the Green Luan Tree behind Wanxianglou, a chain entertainment venue and intelligence organization all over Dongsheng Shenzhou, noticed that the wind was not right, and withdrew from Qingdu early and chose to settle down in troubled times.

If not, with Yi Lin's noble status holding Tianxiang Ling, even if he can't prostitute for nothing, it is not a problem to buy some secret information.

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

Without the source of intelligence, Yi Lin can only be honest and investigate by himself, which is extremely hard.

Glancing at the yellow seal on the door of Wanxianglou, Yi Lin sighed and walked around to the next street to buy buns.

It was the "Bao Nai Da" steamed bun shop. The unique taste made Yi Lin know the taste.

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

"You Bao Nai Da" in front of the bun shop, the business is still booming, Yi Lin is still the same as last time, secretly opened like a shadow, inserted in the front, dropped the silver, and left after buying.

"Hey, brother, go slowly!"

The owner of the bun shop is an old man who seems to be over the past few years. He is a handful of years old but has a straight waist. He clapped the flour on his hands and walked out of the counter purposely, and bid farewell to Yi Lin, who was about to leave. He seemed to recognize the returning customer.

Yi Lin turned his head in surprise and looked at the smiling Baozipu boss. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. But soon, Yi Lin nodded to the Baozipu boss and disappeared into the crowd.

After Yi Lin left.

Behind the old man, the old woman who was rubbing the dough hard, said with a dry voice with a weird smile: "Is there something strange?"

The old man stared at the old woman: "Sick lady, rub your face quickly, don't you see so many guest officials waiting!"

When the old woman heard the words, she said nothing.

After a while,

A young girl with a flushed face bounced back to the shop through the back door carrying a light basket.

"Father, mother, Xiu'er is back!"

When the old man and the old woman turned their heads, their brows were kind, and their squinted eyes revealed undisguised pampering. The corners of their eyes and face were wrinkled a little deeper.

The old woman took the basket in Xiu'er's hand with her veteran hands full of sticky wet flour, and complained: "You girl, you don't listen to what you say, and you don't even hear it. She told you not to be safe. When the temple ran away, the bald donkeys looked at each other with kind eyebrows and good eyes, and they didn't know what bad thoughts were hidden in their hearts, and they didn't know what was good!"

The old man echoed: "It's dripping or dripping, bald, there is no good thing!"

"What are you talking about!" Xiu'er had known for a long time that her righteous parents had always looked at the monk as unpleasant. Although Xiu'er was helpless, she did not find a way to correct their three views. She could only explain: "Brother Xiaohu Not an ordinary monk?"

"Oh? Then what monk is he?"

"It's all said, Brother Xiaohu is Xiu'er's playmate in the same village, he is not a bad guy! Who is Brother Xiaohu, I know best!" Xiu'er said, rolling up his sleeves, regardless of the dirt on the stove. Xi'er, stepped forward to help: "Xiu'er will help you knead the noodles~ Don't be angry!"

"Well, just don’t listen!" The old woman returned to the stove and rubbed the noodles violently. While rubbing, the old woman said: "Xiu'er, the mother taught you last time. Do you remember the "Benlei Kneading Technique"? The focus is on the breath..."

"Mother, hee hee hee hee, you don't know, when Xiu'er gave the monks a plain package today, Brother Xiaohu actually ran out to say thank you to Xiuer! Brother Xiaohu was finally willing to talk to Xiu'er!"

"Huh, concentrate!" The old woman scolded with a stern face.

"I know!" Xiu'er sticks out her tongue, closes her eyes, and confronts the dough on the stovetop intently.

She has long felt that this kneading technique is very complicated. The old couple said that this is an ancestral kneading technique that cannot be learned elsewhere. But whenever she kneaded the noodles according to the way her stepmother said, the body was warm, warm, and a little cold, so comfortable.

...

...

Yi Lin returned to Yingxue Pavilion, carrying the steaming big buns for generations.

Along the way, he thought of the two old men in Baozipu.

After stepping on the threshold, Yi Lin shook his head and smiled: "This Qingdu is really a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

Back to Yingxue Pavilion,

Brother Jian is still on the eaves, maintaining the posture where Yi Lin left when he left, holding his hand to face the wind, the clouds are light and breezy.

His stop seemed to be one day.

Yi Lin greeted Brother Jian to eat steamed buns. Brother Jian had already bigu and could eat or not.

But when Yi Lin took a bite, the overflowing fragrance was so fragrant that Senior Brother Jian couldn't help but float down.

When the two brothers were eating steamed buns ~www.readwn.com~ the eldest princess Xia Xiaoman walked hurriedly and returned from the outside.

"Come on, Junior Sister, it just happened to be back, eating steamed buns, it's still the same one, it's warm."

Yi Lin shook the bun in his hand towards the junior sister.

But Xia Xiaoman didn't even look at Baozi, lowered his head and curled his eyebrows, and casually replied: "You eat, Xiaoman has no appetite."

With that said, Xia Xiaoman hid in the boudoir.

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

This steamed bun is eaten by the younger sister on weekdays, and she can still drew her sword in a hurry without giving it to her.

Today, Junior Sister is so abnormal, there must be weirdness in it.

Nie Hongxiu's figure was looming, following Xia Xiaoman, back to Yi Lin.

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