Suddenly, Zhang Jinjin stretched out both hands, held Gu Qingqiao's wrist, and the spiritual power surged out of his body, rushing towards the other party's sea of ​​consciousness along the meridian of Gu Qingqiao's arm.

Gu Qingqiao's whole body shook violently, and he couldn't help but relax.

Zhang Jinjin's demonic energy was withdrawn as soon as he released it, and he knew it in his heart, and met Gu Qingqiao's eyes.

"Your magic crystal is gone."

Just like cultivating Taoism in the human world, it absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforms it into spiritual energy through Jin Dan, and stores it in the sea of ​​​​knowledge. Demons are born with magic crystals, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed by Taoism will also be transformed and stored through magic crystals. Even demons have demon pills, which are all transformed by their own spiritual power. The ancient Qingqiao magic crystal has been destroyed, unable to transport the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, just like a waste person.

"Do you still want to help me take revenge?" Gu Qingqiao's tone was still lazy, but there was a sullen look in his eyes.

Zhang Jinjin was silent for a while, then hesitantly said: "There is a way, but..."

"But what?" Gu Qingqiao raised his eyebrows.

"The devil has a long life, and the magic core is innate. You have lost the magic crystal, and your body is no different from ordinary people. Even if I can give you something to improve your magic power, you still need a core to convert." He looked up. Looking at Gu Qingqiao, he patted him on the shoulder: "Let's rest today and discuss this matter slowly."

As soon as he walked out of the room, Zhang Jinjin's frivolous smile disappeared. He gave Mu Lin who was guarding the door a wink, and the two came to the next room. Zhang Jinjin lowered his voice and said, "Sure enough, the magic crystal has been destroyed. To restore his strength, he still needs to go to the south."

"Okay, I'll go." Mullin nodded.

"Well, go and come back quickly. Take the opportunity to see what the old men want."

Mullin glanced at him and nodded: "We'll see you in Nanping." After speaking, he didn't go to the main entrance, jumped from the window, and disappeared.

...

Gu Qingqiao slept in the inn until noon before slowly waking up from his dream. The dream was bizarre, and the sounds of various colors were mixed together in a mess, and it gave me a headache just thinking about it. Before opened eyes, felt a fluffy warm object sticking to cheeks, and the small hairs were fluttering on face, making it a little itchy.

Gu Qingqiao opened his eyes, and the copper coin kitten was lying on the pillow, sleeping soundly head to head with him. He propped up half of his body and scratched his furry little head, copper coin gave him a sleepy look, buried his head in his little paws, and continued to sleep soundly.

There are two sets of men's clothes on the table. Underwear, middle clothes, jackets, and vests are all ready-to-wear. They are all ready-to-wear from the shops on the street. Gu Qingqiao is also welcome, getting out of bed and getting dressed, his clothes, trousers and boots all fit well. As soon as he finished dressing, he saw Zhang Jinjin bring the inn's clerk in, holding a basket of steamed buns wrapped in oiled paper in his hand.

The guy put down the hot water basin in his hand, bowed, and exited the door.

Fang Jinjin looked at Gu Qingqiao with a smile: "Get up!"

"Well." Gu Qingqiao rinsed his mouth with green salt, picked up the cloth towel, washed his face with hot water, and sat back at the table.

Zhang Jinjin looked at him. The young man in front of him was in his twenties, with a thin body and pale complexion, and his eyes were as black as night. However, looking closely at the sun, the color of the bottom of his eyes was dark and red, and there was also a circle of gold around the pupil, but it was not obvious, but close to brown. The jaw line is tough and sharp, and there is a lazy smile on his lips, as if he doesn't care about everything.

Gu Qingqiao took a bun and ate it, and asked casually, "What are your plans?"

"Let's go to Nanping."

"Nanping? Why?"

"There is an old man there, and he has something in his hand that can help you restore your magic power."

Gu Qingqiao raised his eyebrows.

After eating the buns and wiping his hands, Gu Qingqiao followed Zhang Jinjin out of the inn.

The sun is shining outside.

It's been a long time since saw the sun, Gu Qingqiao squinted his eyes. Although he didn't feel much in the past fifty years, his mood has really changed.

The two came to Linxian Tower. Zhang Jinjin had come here once in the morning, and listened to a book under the hospitality of Xiao Li. Now, he came again. The storyteller had already left. He still sat in his usual seat and ordered two trays of snacks and a pot of tea. , drink slowly.

Gu Qingqiao didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd, so he just sat quietly and looked at the townspeople drinking tea around.

"Hey, have you heard? Last night, there was an accident in the mountains over the Demon Tower!" The voice at the next table was slightly louder.

"What happened?"

"This morning, old man Li from the west of the city went up the mountain to collect firewood. Unexpectedly, he saw three people lying in the grass, wounded all over their bodies, bleeding from their seven orifices, and died unexpectedly."

"That's right, I've heard it too. This morning, someone went to the yamen and brought the body back. My cousin who was a clerk in the yamen said that it might be a group of tomb robbers who dug up the tomb and excavated ghosts and were caught The ghost chased after him and claimed his life!"

Gu Qingqiao looked up at Zhang Jinjin, and in his smiling eyes, he saw a hint of sternness. Those three people were obviously dead in the cave, but they were found outside the mountain this morning, indicating that someone had come to investigate last night.

A scholar-like person walked in in a hurry, holding a few booklets in his hand, and sat directly beside Zhang Jinjin.

"Here?" Zhang Jinjin asked lazily, "Did you bring the sample?"

"Yes, these are just a few of them, take a look."

What the scholar brought is a small picture album that is currently popular in the market. Each page is accompanied by pictures, and the following are stories, which are all strange legends and folk anecdotes that the common people love to hear.

Zhang Jinjin glanced at it and felt satisfied. He instructed the scholars: "First, print 100 copies of each, and add more if the sales are good. Also, about the tomb robbers last night, you should follow up and write them down when the time comes. The place is a little off, and there are no big cities that sell well. I will send other people over to bring you some picture books from other cities, and let them take away the featured stories here after you print them. In Fumo Town and several nearby small towns, you have full control over the business, and at the end of the year Dividends are divided into three and seven."

The scholar was overjoyed and hurriedly responded and was ready to go to work. Excited for a while, the book did not hold steady, and with a "click", a booklet fell at the foot of the ancient green bridge.