"This is not a scolding you, if this is not a dog, you mean you are steady."

"Oh, but I don't sound like a good thing," Ye Zhiqiu said.

The two of them looked at the Taoist priest who was covered in rags after the flames exploded, and was lying on the ground and struggling to get up.

"So persistent, it's admirable." Ye Zhiqiu sighed, and then he went over and knocked him out of nowhere.

"Hurry up, let's go to the Bianbao. With such a big noise, someone will come soon."

"good."

The two of them came to the overturned carriage and caught fire.

Urgent law!

Ye Zhiqiu recited the magic spell, then opened his mouth and blew it out, and a stream of air came out and fell on the flame, and the flames disappeared in response to the sound.

"Open and see what baby."

He pulled out his sword, cut open the seal, and lifted the lid of the box. The light was dazzling, but it was a gem more than one foot tall, with blood all over it, and there were faint patterns in it, like a plum blossom, blooming in the blood.

"Is this a chicken bloodstone?" Wusheng said.

"Oh, this is a priceless thing! Brother Wang, look?" Ye Zhiqiu turned around and asked Wusheng.

"It's up to you."

"Thank you!" Ye Zhiqiu put this gem into the cloth bag.

The second box opened, but it was a whole piece of jade, green and transparent.

"Emerald Watermelon."

"Brother Wang, this?"

"For you." Wusheng waved his hand.

"Thank you." Ye Zhiqiu put the jade watermelon into the cloth bag.

"Brother Ye's cloth bag is a good thing."

"Hey, it's just a small magic weapon to store some things."

"With such treasures, why do you need to use a carriage to consign tributes, and send them to the capital with one bag, which is more secure and fast. Why do you have to spend so much effort?" Wusheng asked in confusion.

"First, these tributes are all rare treasures tributed from various places, some of which are rare beasts, and these Ruyi bags cannot survive. Second, this method was used once, but there was a big problem. Some people took Ruyi bags and treasures and disappeared, and more than one person did such things. In this way, some people restrained each other. Third, if there are magic weapons to enter Beijing, basically people with a view of immortality must follow them to Beijing, but unless they have to, they will never touch these tributes, to avoid suspicion, fourth." Ye Zhiqiu looked around for a week.

"Tributes are also baits. In order to catch fish like you and me, there are bigger fish, so we have to hurry up."

When the third box was opened, there was a painting inside. When I opened it, I saw that the three-square-meter scroll had turned yellow and was a little damaged. It was obviously because of improper storage. The black ink marks on it were not words or paintings. It was just a few strokes, like a few dots, but the edges were seen between the tips of the pen.

"What's this? It's messy." Ye Zhiqiu said.

Wusheng didn't know what it was at first, but after looking carefully, he suddenly felt that the strokes were a little dazzling, even sharper than the Taoist priest's flying sword, and it was like it was about to break out of paper.

"I want this." Wusheng put away the painting.

"Okay, for you."

The fourth box was opened, but there were two mutton fat jade bottles with seals on it.

"What?"

Ye Zhiqiu tore open the seal, opened the bottle plug, placed it beside his nose and asked. A unique fragrance poured the things inside into his hand, but it was the size of a elixir, peanuts.

"This should be the Nine Spirit Pill. Each person has a bottle?"

"good."

Wusheng took a bottle and put it in.

The fifth box was opened, and there was a small box inside. After opening it, it was a blue bead, the size of an egg, emitting a faint light. Looking closely, there seemed to be water vapor in the bead.

"This should be a water droplet,"

"Give it to me." Before Ye Zhiqiu could react, Wushengjiu brought the water-avoiding beads into his arms.

"Okay, okay, give it to you, give it to you."

The sixth box opened, but it was a box of golden beans.

"Wow, I'm rich! This belongs to me?"

"By you." Wu Sheng stretched out his hand and turned around and stayed.

The first carriage had only these boxes, and the second carriage had only one box.

When I opened it, I saw a three-foot-high pagoda locked in the box with iron chains, fixed to it. There were some talismans and patterns of Yin and Yang fish on the outside.

"What's inside?"

"This should be the precious treasure they rhyme, right?" Wusheng said.

Ye Zhiqiu cut off the chain with his sword, and then gently lifted the pagoda. He saw a crystal clear glass lamp inside, with a little fire in it, which was blue and blue.

"What is this, a little fire?"

"It must be not an ordinary fire, otherwise we would not have mobilized the masses like this." Wusheng said, and he felt that the importance of this firelight was probably better than that of the treasure of the car.

"I don't want this." Ye Zhiqiu said decisively.

"I want this."

Wusheng wanted very much. The moment he saw this flame, he thought of the blood mist in the mountains on Jinding Mountain, and the words that Monk Kongxu had said to him. The blood mist was extremely yin and cold, and the most yang and strong things in the world could be restrained. On the mountain that day, the methods mentioned by Kongxu seemed to be related to those strange flames. Although the fire point as small as a soybean in the glass lamp in front of him looked a little small, it should definitely not be an ordinary thing, and there was no need to be a single car for it. Moreover, there was a seal outside, and it was a chain.

"How to take this away?"

"Just carry this pagoda together. Although it's a bit eye-catching."

“It makes sense.”

Wusheng stepped forward and prepared to cover the pagoda outside.

Suddenly something flew over quietly and landed on the glass lampshade outside, making a crisp sound. The glass lampshade outside cracked a crack, and the blue-blue flames the size of beans inside jumped, and it seemed to be brighter.

Wusheng felt that the treasure behind him also jumped.

"What's going on?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked back and found that it was a Taoist priest who woke up for some reason, lay on the ground, stretching his fingers.

"I'm careless!"

He jumped over and looked at the back of the man's head, then came to the few people who were fixed separately, tied them up, stuffed them with rags in his mouth.

"I'm too anxious." Ye Zhiqiu reviewed himself.

"What's wrong?" Wusheng took out the treasure and put it in his hand and watched carefully.

Crack, the cracks in the glass lampshade further widened, and the flames inside became even stronger.

"I feel very bad." Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath.

"You can escape."

"Well, I'm ready." Ye Zhiqiu had already pinched his fingers and could escape far away in an instant.

Bang, the glass lamp shattered, and the flames inside flew out and soared into the sky.

"Hey, why is it the one who runs? Don't run!"

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

"Could this thing still have spirituality and know that we are going to rob it?"
Chapter completed!