Elder Gao Feng waved his hand: "The level is too low, it's useless for me to take it."

"Elder, let me treat you to a big meal." Zhang Yuanqing corrected himself.

Elder Gao Feng's eyes lit up, he didn't expect this kid to be so witty, and he smiled:

"Can!

"Come to Hangzhou when you have time, and I will take you to climb the mountain."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to refuse or agree for a while.

Immediately, everyone divided up the funerary objects in the sarcophagus, and Zhang Yuan cleaned up and put away two ancient books, plus a small bronze tripod.

Guan Ya, because of the ancient Han Bafang sword, gave Xia Shuzhilian the small sword that cut iron like mud, took away the Shuanglong jade pendant, and kept the flame flag for Jiang Jingwei.

Deacon Huayu chose the emerald bead, Houde Zaiwu chose the ancient mirror, and the last bronze gluttonous beast, everyone planned to hand it over to the Hangzhou branch.

After finishing the dirty work, everyone held hands, Elder Gao Feng pressed Xia Shu Zhilian's shoulders, and led his subordinate Tu Dun away.

Outside the ancient tomb, beside the bright yellow cordon, a security guard slowly raised his head, with dark eyes.

He looked back at the entrance of the ancient tomb, raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered to himself:

"Good disciple, so you are not dead yet."

On a midsummer night, at 11:30, Zhang Yuanqing's team returned to Songhai by commercial vehicle after having a big meal and exchanging contact information with several deacons and Elder Gao, and arrived at Fujiawan Villa to report on their work.

After listening silently, Fu Qingyang said, "I see."

He looked calm, and was not curious about the history of ancient cultivators. He seemed to have known about it for a long time, and the incident of the ancient tomb belonged to the jurisdiction of the Hangzhou branch, not the Songhai branch.

Zhang Yuanqing said: "I want to convey this matter to Empress Sandaoshan, and use her to verify Master Chunyang's words, but since the last time she came, she has not moved."

Fu Qingyang examined him: "So?"

"I want to apply to the branch for the materials for the summoning ceremony. Well, I hope this is considered a fund, not my personal expenses." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Private expenses must be repaid, but funds are not.

Fu Qingyang saw his careful thinking, and said lightly:

"Make a list for the bunny girl, and I'll send it to the next door later."

But as long as the request is not too excessive, Mr. Qian will satisfy his confidant subordinates.

"Also," Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice, "stay at home these days and don't go out."

He didn't explain why, but waved his hand: "Go back and rest."

Zhang Yuanqing got up, "You also go to bed early."

He turned into a dreamlike starlight and disappeared into the study.

One o'clock in the morning, a small villa.

The Queen and Little Green Tea, who were wandering around in their pajamas, finally went back to their room to rest.

Zhang Yuanqing in the bedroom on the second floor heard the knock on the door and opened the door. A tall bunny girl stood at the door, with a dining car behind her. JrNovels.com