Gongsun Zhengdao: "Madam, I don't know. This preparation of Five Stone Powder is like a bird building a nest. Every step is extremely important and there is no room for error. Even though there are samples here, I don't know the formula of this powder. I am really powerless."

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The lady in purple looked at the other five warlocks: "How are you?"

The five people all shook their heads. Even the chief master Gongsun Zheng couldn't prepare it. None of them had that ability.

The lady in purple clothes was slightly disappointed and said: "You must have tasted this powder, so how do you think this powder compares to our five stone powder?"

Gongsun Zheng took the lead and said: "I believe that the quality of this powder is superior to that of our Five Stone Powder. No one in Luoyang City can match it."

The other five people also nodded and agreed with Gongsun Zheng's statement. With their level, they really couldn't prepare this kind of five-stone powder.

The purple-clothed lady looked as usual. If the quality of Xiaoyao Five Stone Powder was not as good as Yipinju's Five Stone Powder, why would she go to all the trouble to summon all six warlocks?

"Then who do you think this recipe came from?"

Gongsun Zheng and others shook their heads one after another. This thing is really difficult to guess. Although they claim to be masters of preparing Five Stone Powder, there are people outside the world. Who can conclude that there are no more outstanding warlocks than them in the folk countryside?

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The lady in purple noticed that the last sorcerer, Qiu Lin, had twinkling eyes, and ordered Gongsun Zheng and the other five to leave first, leaving Qiu Lin alone in the hall.

"Warlock Qiu, you seem to know this recipe?" The lady in purple looked at him with burning eyes.

Qiu Lin lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the noble lady in purple. He looked slightly frightened, hesitating and hesitating to speak: "I'm just... I just have some doubts and I don't dare to make a conclusion."

The noble lady in purple glanced at the big shopkeeper. The big shopkeeper understood it and quickly sent a waiter to bring over a large tray. Ten copper coins were placed on the tray and handed it to the big shopkeeper. The big shopkeeper took the tray and looked at it.

He glanced at the noble lady in purple, and after getting her acquiescence, he handed the tray to Qiu Lin and said, "This is what the lady rewards you."

Qiu Lin's face turned pale, he held the tray in both hands, and knelt down in front of the noble lady in purple with a plop. His voice was trembling and he said: "Young people are not rewarded for their merits. I would never dare to accept such a large reward."

The noble lady in purple said calmly: "Go on, tell me everything you know, but what I want to hear is the truth. If there is even half a lie, you know the consequences yourself."

Qiu Lin's spine felt a little chilly, and he was sweating coldly. He knelt on the ground and said in fear: "No, I don't dare to say anything false. This Wu Shi San seems familiar to me. I used to be my master Ziyun."

The Taoist priest has made it before, and the color, shape, and taste are similar to this one, but there are some differences, so I can't tell whether this recipe was made by the master."

"Taoist Priest Ziyun?" The lady in purple frowned slightly and said, "Is this the Taoist Priest Ziyun who refused to come after being offered several high-paying offers by Yipinju?"

Qiu Lin lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "It's the master."

The purple-clothed lady's eyes became cold, she snorted coldly, and said: "I originally thought that Taoist Ziyun was a noble person who did not want to care about the mortal world, but I didn't expect that he would help Cao Liang and come here specifically to fight with Yipin.

You're right. It seems it's time to go meet this purple-robed Taoist!"

Qiu Lin was a little at a loss. He could see that his wife was very angry, and the consequences must be very serious. He couldn't help but secretly regret it. After all, Taoist Master Ziyun was his master. He was a teacher for a day and a father for a lifetime. He had to do his own thing.

, it’s simply a trick.

But the aura of the lady in purple is there. Even if Qiu Lin doesn't want to say it, he can't resist it. What's more, the lady in purple will reward her with 10,000 yuan. If Qiu Lin doesn't tell the truth, what will happen to him?

Everyone knows this, because Qiu Lin once saw with his own eyes that a villain who had done something wrong was chopped into pieces and fed to dogs, and he did not want to end up in that end.

The lady in purple waved her hand gently and said: "It's none of your business, please step back."

Qiu Lin got up in fear and walked out backwards, dripping with cold sweat.

The lady in purple glanced at the tray on the ground and said calmly: "Take the money away. There is no precedent for taking back the money I rewarded."

Although her voice was sweet and clear, and sounded calm and breezy, Qiu Lin was horrified, sweating, and hurriedly stepped forward to take away the tray.

The noble lady in purple said to the big shopkeeper: "Get the car ready, I want to go to Shouyang Mountain myself."

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Shouyang Mountain was fine, but it was late spring and the vegetation on the mountain became increasingly green.

When Cao Liang came to Shouyang Mountain again this time, his mood was obviously very different from the last time. The last time he came to visit Taoist Master Ziyun, Cao Liang didn't even have the slightest clue and was completely uneasy.

But this time when he went up the mountain, Cao Liang no longer felt nervous at all. He felt much more relaxed and felt that the scenery in the mountains was much more beautiful.

Therefore, Cao Liang was not in a hurry to climb the mountain, but took his time leisurely, enjoying the mountains and water, and walking slowly.

Behind Cao Liang, following closely and not leaving even half a step away, were bodyguards guarding Fang Bu. Different from Cao Liang's relaxed look, Fang Bu had a cold expression and was fully alert, never letting down his guard at all times.

In Cao Liang's impression, Fang Bu's face was like wearing a mask, and it was the kind of facial mask that would not change his face. It would always have the same expression, as cold as ice.

Sometimes Cao Liang would tease him and joke with him, but Fang Bu seemed to be born unable to laugh. No matter how funny Cao Liang's jokes were, he didn't show any expression.

I don’t know if he is tired from living with such a sullen face.

When approaching Ziyun Mountain, I suddenly saw a magnificent carriage rushing down the mountain and passing Cao Liang.

The carriage was driving very fast, and even when it passed Cao Liang on the opposite side, there was no sign of slowing down and it sped away.

Cao Liang couldn't help but wonder. Ziyun Mountain was remote and remote. Apart from Ziyun Temple, there were few people inhabiting it. Furthermore, Taoist priest Ziyun was obsessed with seeking immortality and had no contact with secular people. How could anyone else come?

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Moreover, the carriage was very luxuriously decorated. It was obvious that the people riding in it were of high status. Why did they come to Ziyun Mountain?

Just as the carriage passed by, Cao Liang's nose smelled a delicate fragrance, as refreshing as orchids and musk deer.

This kind of fragrance is very special and has a feeling of déjà vu.

I must have smelled it somewhere. After all, this kind of expensive Western spice is not something ordinary women can afford.
Chapter completed!