Master Yue praised Feng Jun. No matter how specific the words were, it seemed like a casual compliment.
Then, he took out an object and put it on the table, "That's it. Could you please Feng Xiaoyou to deduce it."
This object is placed in a transparent box with a seal on it. It looks like a fragment of a fruit shell. It is about the size of a palm and is green and black in color. It is a piece of the round shell that has been exploded, and the round fruit is There are several raised spikes on the surface of the shell.
Feng Jun blinked his eyes, pointed at the transparent box, and asked in a deep voice, "A ban that blocks perception?"
"No," Yue Zhenren shook his head, "It does not block perception, it just prevents the remaining breath from leaking."
Feng Jun took out a cigarette and lit it, took out his phone and flicked it around, "What kind of smell? What type?"
"It's related to the aura, I'm not sure," Yue Zhenren answered vaguely, "There are no obvious characteristics."
Feng Jun nodded, took another puff of cigarette, and asked slowly, "Has it been sealed for a long time?"
He is smoking, so of course he will not enter the phone at this time. In fact, he is not in a hurry to judge this thing, but wants to take a look first to see whether the purpose of this real person from the Qinggang Sect is pure or not.
While smoking, his arm secretly touched the spirit animal bag at his waist - does the senior recognize this thing?
The spirit beast bag trembled slightly twice, and the boss expressed "recognition".
These are some small secret codes that the two of them have decided on, but it turns out that as long as they decide on a secret code, they can basically use it.
Hearing him ask about the storage time, Yue Qing was silent for a while before replying, "Not long at all. The main reason is that I don't know when I can find someone who knows the goods."
Feng Jun knew that the boss was sure, and his mood suddenly calmed down. He was really not sure whether his mobile phone could distinguish such fragments.
So he blew out a smoke ring, "It's not convenient to open it now, is it?"
Yue Qing was a little impatient. He could feel that Feng Jun's mood seemed to be a little more relaxed, and his mood was somewhat affected by this - a golden elixir answers every question, do you think it's fun?
So his face darkened slightly, "If you promise to have a definite deduction result, of course I can open it."
Feng Jun smiled, and then smoked silently. After taking the last puff of cigarette, he threw away the cigarette butt and entered the phone.
The result surprised him. It was not fruit fragments, but "treasure fragments".
After logging out of the phone, he pondered for a while, and then replied in a deep voice, "I guess I have some clues."
Yue Qing's aura leaked out a little, but he immediately controlled it and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"
He still acted quite calmly, but Feng Jun could feel that he was a little confused.
So he answered sternly, "I just have an idea. Don't talk nonsense. I'll deduce it again when I go back and tell you after I'm sure."
Yue Qing's face darkened, "What do you know?"
"I don't know anything," Feng Jun was a little annoyed. "You want me to give you the result in the time it takes a cigarette to deduce something that no one else can deduce? Do you really know nothing about deduction?"
He was annoyed, but Yue Qing calmed down, "Okay, I was too hasty, but this thing is very important to me"
As he spoke, he casually drew out a large aura shield to isolate Huangfu Wuxia from the outside.
Then he looked at Feng Jun and spoke word by word, "If you can tell me the truth, I will be rewarded generously. If you are trying to deceive me, you can go find out about me, Yue Qing, who is your master's guardian." I can¡¯t help you.¡±
"Master Yue, you have gone too far," Feng Jun said calmly, "I am a person who makes deductions, so I will definitely not ruin my job. But your words are a bit insulting to me. I hope you can apologize."
"Apologise?" Yue Qing looked at him a little blankly. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and then smiled lightly, "You have such character."
"Otherwise I refuse to continue the deduction," Feng Jun replied seriously, "I don't have to worry about whether my master can protect me. In this plane, I can protect myself. I suggest you don't try ¡You will regret it.¡±
Yue Qing was startled again, then continued to smile lightly, "Yes, it's my fault. You should be proud of your ability."
Then he stood up and bowed deeply to Feng Jun, "Master Feng, I apologize to you for the rudeness of my language."
When Huangfu Wuxia, who was outside the aura shield, saw this scene, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah", and then immediately covered her mouth. Her eyes were full ofHe only agreed to take out six copies. In the end, Wang Wuji convinced his master that it was worthwhile to use the copies to drive a wedge between Taiqing and Zhige Shan, so the director reluctantly agreed.
Liang Chao felt a little aggrieved when he heard Zhenren Yue's words, "I only dared to agree because he valued the art of earth veins."
Yue Zhenren didn¡¯t pay attention to his excuse. He just rolled his eyes at him and said, ¡°If you cause trouble, I will block the gun. Don¡¯t do this kind of thing in the future¡±
In the small courtyard of Tiantong, the conversation continued. Huangfu Wuxia said that in addition to being entrusted by the Qinggang Sect to be a mediator, she also brought a list of exercises that Mingshafang City could provide.
This is an attempted cooperation between Taiqing and Mingsha Tiantong, as mentioned in the previous article. Now the two companies are working closely together to select some exercises for Taiqing to rent.
With Huangfu Wuxia's help, the two parties basically reached an agreement. The daily rent was originally set at 1,000. Because Tiantong could not supply too many exercises - less than 400 copies, the daily rent was reduced to 8 Hundred.
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