"This painting is so good, I want to look at it carefully!"

Lao Miaozhu was full of anger: "What did you say?"

"I said, this painting is too expressive!" Yan Saburo turned up the volume.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" said Lao Miaozhu's voice louder than him.

"......" didn't make sense, Yan Saburo had to take out half a silver ingot from the bottom of his sleeve and handed it over, "This is incense money." ”

Lao Miaozhu's angry face was put away for a moment, and turned into a smile: "Good boy, Bowu will definitely bless you." ”

Chitose couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "This old thing!"

Yan Saburo pointed to the seal and blessed the old temple: "Old man, is this seal originally there?"

"Yes, it's printed there...... Hey?" Lao Miao Zhu replied halfway through and got stuck, "One, two, three......"

He counted to "five" and counted it again.

Or five seals.

"Strange. He scratched his head, "Why did you get an extra seal?"

Shi Congyi was also behind him, and couldn't help but confirm loudly: "Are you sure that there was no such seal on the painting?"

"I've watched it for most of my life!" the old man said angrily, "Do you think I dare to be sure?"

"Who has been to this temple recently......" Shi Congyi asked casually, but when he saw the old temple god's nerd-like eyes, he couldn't help but touch his nose, "Forget it, when I didn't ask." ”

This temple is on the street, and the people of Sanjiao Town still have the habit of worshipping Bowu, and anyone may come, and it is not surprising that they come.

This suspect is not easy to find.

He went back to Yan Saburo: "What is the content of the seal?"

The young man stared at it for a long time, and then shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not words, but charms, and I can't make out it." ”

Except for appraisers, no one will carefully identify the seals on paintings and calligraphy. These authors like to use a variety of obscure fonts, even variations of their own. Not to mention others, his teacher Lian Rongsheng is good at calligraphy, and every time he finishes writing, he has to take out various seals to stamp, and if the students can't recognize it, he will proudly preach it.

In fact, the contents of his seal were similar to those of a charm, and no one recognized him but himself.

Yan Saburo took two steps back and asked Chitose, "Can you follow the blood trail to find someone?"

"You think I'm a dog?" Chitose was annoyed, "and follow the blood trail to find someone!"

Yan Saburo immediately changed his question: "Maybe you can use your magical powers to find the person who stamped the seal?"

"No!" her anger faded, "the blood is cut off by the power of the spell itself, and you can't find the caster even if you get a dirt dog to sniff." ”

"That is to say, there is really something strange in the painting?" a sentry rushed to the court, and Shi Congyi listened to a few words before pacing here, "but the monster didn't jump out of the painting last night." ”

"Then I don't know. Yan Saburo exhaled, and knew that it was a stupid way to wait for the rabbit like this, and the chance of it working was very small, "Is there any news from Huzhou?"

"Not yet. "When inspecting the scene yesterday, Shi Congyi sent someone to chase the survivors. It's only been one night, and the countryside is so empty, how can you get news for a while?

At that moment, he left Yan Saburo for the time being, and led the team out to search for the whereabouts of the princess's team, and the young man stood in place, suddenly not knowing what to do.

They were on a mission to find the Three-Eyed Monster, but it seemed that none of the clues had progressed so far.

The white cat slipped out of the house and meowed at him twice. Chitose attached himself back to the cat and said unceremoniously to him:

"Hey, Qianqian is hungry!"

Yes, it's time to feed the cats.

Yan Saburo walked into the kitchen, and the yellow crane who had transformed into a human form had already boiled a pot of millet porridge and simmered a few salted eggs. The morning market in Sanjiao Town started before dawn, and Huang Er went out with a food basket, and the dozen or so big fritters he brought back almost couldn't be stuffed in.

The cat couldn't eat hot food, so Yan Saburo took the millet porridge and stirred it until it was warm, and then took out a jar of fragrant pine from the storage ring and spread it all over the porridge noodles.

This trip takes a long time, and it may not always be able to provide fresh food for cats. Yan Saburo pulled the chicken he loved and fried it into meat floss, and then sprayed it with cooked sesame seeds and roasted chopped sea vegetables, and filled several large jars for bibimbap.

This fragrant pine is baked by the heat, and it is rich and tangy. Don't say that cats love to eat, and even people have to swallow saliva when they smell it.

The white cat jumped on the table and plunged into the bowl to eat, not even caring about the boy stroking its head, only a tail swept back and forth behind him, indicating that Miss Cat was in a good mood.

Yan Saburo took a fritter and ate porridge by himself, and looked left and right: "Where is Huang Da?"

"Fang was still buying food with me, and suddenly I didn't know where I went. "Huang Er didn't have a good airway," he said to look around for clues. ”

Huang He looked serious: "I mentioned him, I can't make trouble anymore!"

Huang Er tugged at the corners of his mouth, secretly saying that Daddy was too optimistic.

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In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Huang Da walked out of the gambling house, shook the fat money bag in his hand at the big man guarding the door, and smiled like an authentic weasel.

He can win money without tricks.

The latter looked away, too lazy to look at him.

Yesterday, Ambassador Huang offended the gambling house by tricks, and the other party sent people to chase him and Zhang Yunsheng's father and daughter out of the two streets. However, just now he swaggered in to gamble and win, although the people in the gambling house did not give a good face, but they did not come up to do it.

It can be seen that Shi Congyi and the official army have a big enough face and a hard enough fist.

Huang Da was relieved. These guys don't embarrass him, and they won't embarrass Zhang Yunsheng's father and daughter.

It is said that the gambling houses here opened really early, and all the ones in Chunming City did not open until the evening. Isn't it because there are many people returning to their hometowns recently?

There was a gurgling sound behind him. Huang Da turned his head, but saw a big fat magpie with black feathers and white belly flying up from the tree, shaking off the snow on the branches.

I don't know the kingfisher...... Oh no, what's going on at Zhang Hancui's house?

As soon as this thought came out, the next second he saw Zhang Million.

Zhang Million's original name was Zhang Yunsheng, which Huang Da knew yesterday.

The old man has changed into a royal blue jacket today, and his white hair is meticulously combed, and he is a little more energetic than yesterday, and he looks like the uncle next door who sneaked out to buy breakfast.

But the place he was going to enter was a gambling house.

Apparently he was a regular visitor here, and the gatekeeper let him in without even looking at him. Zhang Yunsheng's debts have been paid off, so he is a good customer here, and there is no reason why he should not let him go.

It was Huang Da who stopped Zhang Yunsheng: "Old man, are you still here today?"

"Come on. It was cold, the old man's nose was red, and his smile was particularly obvious, "I woke up and knew that I must have good luck today!"

He shook from side to side twice, but Huang Da was tall and long-handed, and he still blocked him out of the door.

Zhang Yunsheng was impatient: "What's the matter with you in this later life?"

Huang Da pointed to his nose: "You don't recognize me?" He only noticed today that Zhang Yunsheng was speaking very slowly.

"Have I seen you?" Zhang Yunsheng looked puzzled.