The character design is always clear and strange [Comprehensive martial arts]

"Is he troublesome?"

"He's tricky." Even Hua Manlou had to admit that Xiao Li Feidao was really not easy to mess with.

"Then what should I do?" The little flower demon really felt distressed.

However, someone laughed loudly, opened the door curtain of the carriage and broke in. "Naturally let Jin Jiuling do it!"

The little flower demon was a little confused, looking at the four eyebrows that came in and twitched: "Who is Jin Jiuling, is he very powerful?"

Lu Xiaofeng found the wine bag on the carriage very familiarly, and smiled at Hua Manlou: "Since you don't drink, then you can take advantage of me first."

Hua Manlou shook his head helplessly: "Drink, it's all yours."

Shi Yu puffed up her cheeks, "Hey, you haven't answered my question yet."

Lu Xiaofeng drank several sips of wine: "Happy, this journey really made me hungry!"

Hua Manlou smiled: "I remember preparing several wine bags in your carriage."

Lu Xiaofeng twitched the two upper eyebrows: "The journey is so far away, how can I drink it every day? Today I drank it all up."

He took another sip of the wine, then plugged the wine bag, and then smiled at Shi Yu, answering his questions.

"Jin Jiuling is the most powerful head catcher in the six sects. He is a first-class expert and a first-class person who cares about face. As long as you tell him about this matter, he will definitely do his best to make this matter a success. Pretty." Lu Xiaofeng was very sure of this.

Shi Yu blinked, wondering why Lu Xiaofeng commented on Jin Jiuling like this: "A first-rate person who cares about face?"

"When you see him, you will never think that he is a shop with six doors." Lu Xiaofeng shook his wine bag, and estimated the remaining weight.

Shi Yu was curious: "Didn't you say that he is the head of the headquarters of Six Doors, but you said he doesn't look like a head catcher, so what does he look like?"

Lu Xiaofeng deliberately teased him, "I won't tell you, you will know when you see him tomorrow."

He left the little flower demon who was full of doubts, and left the carriage with the wine bag.

he's gone!He's leaving now?

The little flower demon was furious: "Why is he like this?"

How can arouse the curiosity of others, but stay out of it.

He turned his head and looked at Hua Manlou: "Brother Hua Manlou, if he doesn't tell me, you tell me, okay~?"

Hua Manlou rubbed his curious head: "Tomorrow is here, you will know."

The little flower demon was wronged and thought about it all the way, but she really couldn't figure it out. The more she thought about it, the more curious she became.Biansheng even failed Hua Manlou, so he didn't tell him.

I kept suppressing my curiosity until I saw that person the next day.Only then did the little flower demon understand what Lu Xiaofeng meant.

Although he was looking for the head catcher of Liufanmen, Lu Xiaofeng did not take them to the Yamen Mansion of Liufanmen, but took them to a noisy and mysterious antique street until night.

The festive lanterns were like daytime, and the flow of people was not too crowded. Both sides of the street were masked antique dealers setting up small stalls.

When they reached the entrance of the street, Lu Xiaofeng brought them three masks.

Wearing a mask like a white cat, Shi Yu grabbed Hua Manlou's sleeve and followed him, looking left and right curiously: "Here, it looks like a market."

Hua Manlou turned his head, he was wearing a dark golden mask, coupled with his original demeanor, it always made people feel extravagant.

"This is a market, but it's not an ordinary market." He turned around and held the little paw that was holding his sleeve in his hand: "Don't run around, follow me closely."

The little flower demon shook her hands uncomfortably: "I won't get lost again."

He heard the person holding his palm smile: "I'm really afraid that you will get lost."

The little flower demon felt as if a candied haws had been stuffed in her heart, and was speechless for a moment.

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Lu Xiaofeng walked for a long way, and suddenly turned around to find that the two friends were a little far away from him: "Hey, you two stay close. If you want to swim with your arms, wouldn't it be better to go back to the West Lake?

Come here, I think I saw him. "

The little flower demon immediately led Hua ManLou over excitedly: "You saw it, where is he?"

"That's not right. Everyone is wearing masks, are you sure it's him you saw?" The little flower demon was worried that she had identified the wrong person.Moreover, he didn't understand why he didn't go directly to the six doors.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled confidently: "If I say it's him, it must be him."

He pointed to a man not far away who was dressed in the fashion of the capital, waving a valuable fan, and dressed in dark red silk: "That's him."

Next to the man was a woman with a beautiful mask, who was talking and laughing at the antiques on a stall.

Shi Yu: ...

With all due respect, it's not like a headhunter, but more like a flirtatious young man who walks around the stage and is accompanied by pinks.

Shi Yu looked left and right, pressed it against Hua Manlou's ear and asked softly, "I don't think it looks like it."

"Is this how the six-door general arrest will be?"

Hua Manlou lowered his head and asked him, "What do you think he should look like?"

Little Flower Demon: "That's right, that's right... I thought he should be a very serious and unsmiling type."

He was still very curious, so he took Hua ManLou forward, moved closer to Lu XiaoFeng, and was extremely curious: "How do you know it's his?"

Lu Xiaofeng blinked narrowly, without even looking, he could tell that the eyebrows under his mask were fluttering.

"The basis for the judgment is very simple. First, his eyesight is really good."

Lu Xiaofeng observed very carefully: "I saw it just now, he stayed at that booth not long ago, and he only picked out one porcelain bowl.

But judging from the little actions of the stall owner, he was in a bad mood.According to my speculation, it is possible that the real treasure of his booth was picked away, so I have to say that the young man has good eyesight. "

"True treasure?" Shi Yu blinked, a little confused.

However, Lu Xiaofeng continued to observe the young master who was suspected to be Jin Jiuling, and walked forward.

Hua Manlou explained the little flower demon's confusion: "There is a rule in this antique street that every floor shop must have a real antique that can be valued on the stall."

The little flower demon was shocked: "What, do we look all the way and see that so many antiques are fake?"

"You may still see a few real ones now. Before this regulation came out, no one would come to this whole antique street, because no matter how you buy it, you will always buy fake ones."

When Lu Xiaofeng said this, he said in an admiring tone: "The new host of the Antique Black Street is a smart person. After all, the real and the fake are more attractive."

"But now there are still many fake ones?" Shi Yu looked in disbelief at the beautiful marigold cups at the nearby stall, not sure if it was real.

Hua Manlou stretched out her arms to wrap around his waist, protecting him and continuing to walk.

"Buying and selling antiques depends on luck. Besides, everyone now knows that at least one of the stalls is real."

Before taking two steps, he felt that the little flower demon in his arms was still looking back.

"What, want?"

The little flower demon looked at the exquisitely shaped marigold cup inlaid with broken silver beads.So pretty, he thought.

However, he tried his best to look back, and whispered: "Forget it. I don't know if it's true?"

Huamanlou smiled, but pulled him back, went to the stall and talked to the stall owner, but he didn't know how he lowered the price. Made this deal.

When the little flower demon held the calendula, she still hadn't recovered. "Brother Huamanlou, is the calendula in my hand real or fake?"

Hua Manlou rubbed his head: "If you like it, it is your precious thing that is hard to buy. If you don't like it, it is real, and you still don't like it."

"The value of an antique ultimately depends on whether you like it or not."

His tone was so serious and so gentle.

The little flower demon lowered her eyes, only feeling that the calendula in her hand was a bit hot.