"The holy baby of the Xie family?" He obviously recognized the baby in the picture scroll.

"I've seen the stove before. It's Lian Sanyue's Bailian furnace. Well, Lian Sanyue is the owner of Wanbao House, the daughter of the head of the Zhao family. I guess her spiritual ID is not Lian Sanyue." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Mentioning this matter, I can't help but think of searching for "Lian Sanyue" in the official database, but there is no such person.

It was only later that I figured out that the woman was a direct descendant of the Zhao family, and the Lingjing family had strict rules for IDs. Her Lingjing ID was definitely not Lian Sanyue. This was the Jianghu name she gave herself, so the official database could not find it. arrive.

Fu Qingyang stared deeply at the scroll, lost in thought.

Zhang Yuanqing said: "Boss, Nuwa in the fairy tales is a real spiritual practitioner, so does her husband and elder brother Fuxi also exist?"

Fu Qingyang vetoed his idea:

"There are not many credible things in the mythology. The existence of Fuxi is more likely to be fabricated by people after the transition from matriarchal society to patriarchal society with the change of social structure to suppress matriarchy.

"Nuwa is an ancient practitioner, but it doesn't mean that Fuxi is also."

Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, and felt it was reasonable, and offered a silky flattery:

"Boss is wise, both you and Guan Ya grew up abroad. Guan Ya doesn't know much about our ancient mythology, but you do know quite a lot."

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "Don't compare me with trash."

How can I answer your words, Guan Ya is my girlfriend after all. Zhang Yuanqing did not respond, watching him pick up the Ssangyong Jade Pendant, read the properties of the item, and said:

"The secret of Shuanglongyu should be in Gaotianyuan. Do you need me to accompany you?"

"I have an appointment with Palace Master Zhisha." Zhang Yuanqing refused.

Fu Qingyang frowned: "Is she trustworthy?"

The treasures in Gao Tianyuan are of extremely high status, and must be priceless, and the wealth touches people's hearts. He is worried about killing the palace lord.

"Credible!"

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing finished speaking, he saw Fu Qingyang's eyes glow with dazzling white light, staring at him without blinking.

Then, he took out a pair of golden scissors and "clicked" between his eyebrows.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Zhang Yuanqing had a bad feeling in his heart.

Fu Qingyang didn't answer, the white light in his eyes dissipated, put away the scissors, and said:

"Think again, do you want to go with Palace Master Zhisha?"

It's weird, did he cut something from me? Zhang Yuanqing's mind was full of confusion, but he still nodded after hearing the words, "I confirm."

This time, Fu Qingyang did not object.

"By the way, boss, I got a top-quality item in the underground palace, and I plan to give it to you." After finishing the business, Zhang Yuanqing remembered the sword master's cloak.

The number of master-level props is scarce, and even masters at the master stage have limited props at hand. He believes that no matter how rich Mr. Qian is, it is impossible to treat the master-level props as dung.

What's more, this is still an artifact cloak.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qingyang picked up the unfinished document and said lightly:

"Keep it to yourself." JrNovels.com