"Old Cui, Lao Cui, you are pounding medicine again! Guess what I brought to you?" Yuan Pengfei asked with a smile on his hands.

Cui Wenzi, like not hearing this, took a small gourd of water and carefully poured some into the mortar and grind the medicinal materials. After grinding, he poured the powder from the mortar into a porcelain bottle.

Holding the porcelain bottle, he raised his eyebrows proudly, "Everyone is alive, what did you say just now?"

This time, Yuan Pengfei was not in a hurry and asked with a smile: "Old Cui, have you developed such a good baby so focused?"

Cui Wenzi held the porcelain bottle as if holding his heart and flesh. "This is a good thing I have developed with a variety of rare medicinal materials. It has the effect of whitening and skin care. If you apply it on your face, you will not mention the effect."

Yuan Pengfei raised his eyebrows and was speechless. Just that old man Cui Wenzi had a messy hair like a beggar. The folds on his face could kill mosquitoes. What he needed was not cosmetics, but plastic surgery.

However, the cosmetics he has developed should have no problem with the effect. After all, he especially likes to engage in innovative research and is considered a scientist in medicine. Even the immortal medicine can be used, so this cosmetics are just a little bit.

After praising a few words as support, he said proudly, "Old Cui, guess what I brought to you?"

Cui Wenzi carefully put away the things and glanced at him, "No need to guess, it must be medicinal materials. What kind of medicinal materials are? How can I guess so many kinds of them? Just tell me."

"You're so shameless to me!" Yuan Pengfei complained and waved to the outside. Xiong Tian walked in carelessly with a wooden box, "Sir, where are you put it?"

Yuan Pengfei gently opened the lid, Cui Wenzi saw the things inside clearly, stood up, grabbed the wooden box directly, held it in his arms and refused to let go, "Such a big ginseng, baby!"

"The century-old mountain ginseng is 8 taels, and it can be considered a treasure." Yuan Pengfei looked at Cui Wenzi and was worried that he would not understand it, so he quickly explained.

There is a saying that ginseng is a ginseng, eight liang is a treasure, which means that 16 liang is a jin of two in a jin. It can be said that ginseng that grows into seven or eight liang will take at least a hundred years.

Since ancient times, ginseng has been the most precious medicinal herb. It has the effects of replenishing vitality and calming the mind and enhancing intelligence. It is still okay to give the dying person a breath.

This gift is not light. A century-old ginseng is placed in any big family at this time. If it is placed in modern times, it can be placed in some solemn places as a treasure in the town hall.

Cui Wenzi knew this thing and glanced for a long time, then raised her head and asked, "You kid, tell me how you got this ginseng? You can't come to me one day, and you don't know which King of Hell you offended."

Yuan Pengfei smiled and said, "Old Cui, you still understand me. This treasure was tributed to the emperor by a county magistrate. If he hit me, he would be considered unlucky."

Cui Wenzi looked him up and down with a surprised look, as if he had known him for the first time, and sighed: "The real person does not show his appearance. You look very kind, with thick eyebrows and big eyes like a righteous man. Now it seems that it is more than that... he is still a fearless master."

"It's too much, and the righteous man can't be said to be a man of justice, he still has the courage." Yuan Pengfei touched his face and said self-deprecatingly.

Things like justice are just talking on your mouth and listening on your ears. Never take it seriously. There is justice in the world, but who knows whether the motivation behind justice is pure?

When Cui Wenzi saw him say this, his smile became even more serious, "Okay, I'll get your wish, but if you want me to owe you a favor, you have to get me something."

After being told about the things in my heart, Yuan Pengfei's smile was a little embarrassed, "Old Cui, if you invite me to drink, I will treat you to meat, share some interesting medicines, I have found some precious medicinal materials for you, aren't we friends? It's so life-long to say that we owe favors!"

"What's that? Friends with wine and meat? You have to know, those friends with wine and meat will not help you when something happens. Are you sure?" Cui Ziwen asked.

This relationship can still be considered a friend who is drunk? Yuan Pengfei widened his eyes and said with special dissatisfaction: "Old Cui, you can't say that.

Take this ginseng for example. If something happens, we will lose our heads. Isn’t this a fateful relationship? I would like to ask you Lao Cui in the future, so you must help me!"

Cui Ziwen slapped the table in a fake way, "Go, I don't want this ginseng anymore. Please give me some advice. Let's continue to be this wine and meat friend."

Yuan Pengfei was immediately happy, picked up the box and left, counting steps silently in his heart. As soon as he counted to the fifth step, he walked to the door, Cui Ziwen said angrily: "Stop, come back!"

"I knew that you couldn't bear to leave me as a friend."

"Go, I can't bear to leave this treasure, I'll let it be ruined in your hands." Cui Ziwen said with her ginseng blowing her beard and glaring.

He really couldn't bear to leave this treasure. He pretended to slam the table just now, just to kill Yuan Pengfei's arrogance. If he really wanted him to refuse, he really couldn't bear to leave this treasure.

Yuan Pengfei also observed it from his actions. He was reluctant to let it go if he was sure, but Cui Ziwen still had to consider it.

He asked, "Old Cui, tell me what requests are. If I can do it, I won't refuse. If I can't do it, I will have nothing to do."

"Don't worry, it's not difficult for you. You dare to even snatch the emperor's things, and no one dares to snatch them?" Cui Ziwen said with a smile.

However, Yuan Pengfei didn't wear his big hat and waved his hand indifferently, "Old Cui, just say it, I'll consider it myself."

"Do you know the best horse in the Qin Dynasty, the sweat-blooded horse, the black wind?" Cui Ziwen said mysteriously.

"I remember that it seemed to be General Meng Tianmeng's mount, traveling thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a day. Lao Cui, you dare to make a decision, you are so brave!" Yuan Pengfei said with a sneer [update quickly].

Cui Ziwen took out a small bottle and said disrespectfully: "You dare to even rob the First Emperor of the world. General Meng Tian’s BMW's little blood is no problem. Just need such a small bottle, okay."

Yuan Pengfei thought for a while and nodded, "Old Cui, I'll get you the blood. You owe you a favor. If you ask you for your business, you are not allowed to refuse."

"No problem, come to me if you have something to do." Cui Ziwen stuffed his newly grinded makeup bottle into Yuan Pengfei's hand, "This is what I, Lao Cui, gave it to you. It would be even better if you can get two more bottles of precious blood."

Yuan Pengfei smiled and ignored Lao Cui's behavior of being good at taking advantage of the situation. He agreed to get the blood of treasure, either because he thought that there was a formula in the immortal medicine, which was the blood of the Black Wind BMW.

But he is not as good as Yi Xiaochuan.

If you want to get the blood of BMW Black Wind, one is to take a little longer, and use a tiger-shaped pendant to make a mark, pretending to be Meng Yi and getting close to Meng Tian.

However, he is now ready to take Zhao Gao's route, and he will definitely not be on the same path as Meng Tian in the future. It would be a bit immoral to deceive his feelings.

Another way is to force it, the risk is greater, but it is still worth a try. After all, he saves time and trouble, and he is the most afraid of trouble.

Meng Tian was an important official of the Qin Dynasty. His mansion was built in the core position of Xianyang City. I don’t know how many guards and slaves were. Once it was alarmed, the imperial guards would come to support him. Running to his mansion to do things recklessly was purely a pity.

However, as a general, Meng Tian naturally had to train sergeants and lead troops to fight. Every few days, he would go to the military camp outside Xianyang City to personally handle military affairs.

He is in the heart of the Qin Dynasty and there is no danger on weekdays, so General Meng Tian only travels with more than a dozen personal guards. In theory, he can beat Meng Tian down, even if he snatched the horse.

At some point, another tea stall was set up on the road leading to the military camp. Because tea was sold more expensive than other stalls, and no customers seemed empty.

The young boss fanned the fan and looked casually at the direction of Xianyang City, while a fat man sat alone on a long bench, holding a watermelon and eating it with red water stains on his face.

"Dadada..."

The rushing sound of horse hooves became louder and louder. The young boss's eyes narrowed and he picked up a long sword from under the wooden table, "Xiong Tian, ​​it's time to start a fight when he's full."

Xiong Tian put his face in the watermelon. After two bites, the red flesh of the watermelon was chewed out, and even bit out the green skin.

He threw the melon peel on the road casually, pulled up the bamboo pole supporting the shed, aimed at Meng Tian who was coming and shot out.

All his movements were synthesized in one go, and Meng Tian, ​​who was armed and uniformed, was also startled and quickly moved sideways to avoid Zhugan'er.

But the guard who followed behind was a little unlucky. He stabbed the ordinary bamboo pole in his chest, but he just stabbed Xiong Tian's unreasonable brute force.

Yuan Pengfei kicked the table on the main road and shouted sternly: "I opened this road, and I planted this tree. If you want to pass by it from now on, you can stay to buy wealth."

This is nonsense. The road was built by Daqin and the trees were planted by others. They should be collected by others, and they have no connection with him.

However, people could still understand the intention of robbery. Until this moment, other people on the road realized what had happened, and fled around in panic, fearing that they would be affected.

Meng Tian was a little angry. The first general of the Great Qin Dynasty was robbed at his doorstep. This was a great humiliation. And what was robbing him? Someone must be instructed behind this.

He drew out his long sword and shouted angrily: "The Meng family army attacked."

The personal guards got off their horses and drew their swords to fight, but Meng Tian underestimated his opponent a little. The fat man in his eyes picked up a thick wooden stick from the ground, and waving the dance and dancing to the wind.

His personal guards held long swords and could not threaten them at all. Instead, they were forced to retreat and could only form a circle to prevent the fat man from running away.

The other bandit in his eyes surprised him even more. He dismounted and fought with him, thinking that he could take it in just a few moves, but he didn't even get any advantage when he fought for more than ten moves.

"General Meng Tian is worthy of being the number one general of the Qin Dynasty. His military power is still good. It's good to be able to tie me..."

Everything was under control, and Yuan Pengfei became very worried. He wanted to say a few words to Meng Tian, ​​so he would not have fought with him.

However, his self-righteousness made Meng Tian feel humiliated. The first general of the Qin Dynasty was compared with a bandit, which was a very self-deprecating thing.

This not only damages his personal reputation, but also damages the reputation of Daqin, which Meng Tian will never tolerate.

He increased the attack and scolded, "Who are you and who instructed you to come?"

At this moment, Yuan Pengfei thought of Blackfu again in his mind. How wonderful it is to let the enemy take the blame, and how much it is to take the blame with his black skin.

He pretended to say, "I am an unknown soldier, so the general doesn't have to worry about me anymore. It's just that your existence blocks our General Li's path, so I'll keep you."

Meng Tian was a little surprised. General Li may not necessarily be so? Without absolute certainty, there were not many assassins who reported themselves to their homes. Is this a frame-up?

There are only a few generals who can be called a general in Daqin. And if Meng Tian blocks his way, it is easy to define the scope. He is determined to go back and investigate carefully, and he must find out the truth.

They were practicing martial arts here, and Xiong Tian was a real battlefield simulation.

The wooden stick as thick as a bowl can make your arms numb and you can't hit it at all. So the group of people formed a circle, several people attracted attention from the front, while others raided from behind, trying to subdue Xiong Tian.

But Xiong Tian is honest and honest, which does not mean that he is stupid. He deliberately pretended not to see it. When the two people stole the two people behind him, the wooden stick stretched back, and a broom almost broke the waists of the two people, and lay down on the ground and wailed.

While the others did not react, they sneaked into a sneak attack and shot one of them, and then stabbed them again. Half of the personal guards brought by Meng Tian lost their combat effectiveness.

However, the rest of the people have learned to be smart again. They rely on their light steps and do not contact Xiong Tian at all. They buzz around him like flies, making people not bothered.

After being walked for a long time, Xiong Tian shouted: "Sir, these guys don't fight me, let's withdraw!"

Yuan Pengfei and Meng Tian cut dozens of moves against each other, and they were very happy. It was not interesting to continue fighting. They opened the distance with a sway and stepped on the war horse and held the black wind. "General Meng, your head on your neck will be placed on your neck first. I will take it later. I will lend it to you first."

The two and three horses ran for about a hundred steps in a flash. Meng Tian looked at them but was not in a hurry, and smiled and shouted, "Black Wind!"

The sweat-blooded horse neighed with a black wind, and its back hooves were erected to kick people. Yuan Pengfei was so scared that he quickly loosened the reins.

Xiong Tian was following behind on the stolen horse. He knew the importance of the Black Wind BMW, so he turned over and got off the horse and pounced on it, and pressed the Black Wind down.

Seeing this guy still struggling, Yuan Pengfei didn't know whether to be angry or happy. This was undoubtedly a very spiritual BMW. No one who often lives on horseback didn't like it.

However, this kind of horse generally only recognizes one owner, and even if it is snatched, it is useless. Meng Tian was chasing him, and he had no other choice.

Amid Meng Tian's stern scolding, Xiaodao cut open the horse's neck, and the black wind's precious blood was poured into the bottle.

Yuan Pengfei and Xiong Tian hurriedly retreated, leaving only one sigh, "BMW is matched with a hero, it should be left to my general, it's a pity..."
Chapter completed!