Holding the wrinkled piece of paper, Master Na Jiu stared at the crooked lines of words and the bright red handprints on the piece of paper. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses: "This is... a dead end..."

With a relaxed look on his face, Xiang Youbao took a grass without caring about it. While carefully separating the scorpions that were put back into the dry pond, he laughed lazily at Master Na Jiu and said, "Uncle Master, are you really not seeing it? Or are you pretending to be confused when you understand? De Bell is a drought leech, and he is determined to lie on you and suck blood! When the blood on your body is sucked dry, he still has to peel off your skin and chew it thoroughly before he will give up!"

At some point, Nalan's door also quietly opened. Standing at the door of the room, Nalan fiddled with the big braid hanging down to her waist, and quietly agreed with Xiang Youbao's words: "In the past three years, DeBeller has snatched away fifteen or sixteen fighting scorpions from our hands! As long as we say we don't give it, we will immediately take the reason to repay the money... This year, we saw that we really can't get the fighting scorpions, so we forced us to pay back the money within three days! I told me that it was a boil that would be a boil and would be pus! It would be better to ask DeBeller to live like this every day and force him to live a life of such a scorpion every day... "

Before Nalan finished speaking, Master Na Jiu had already fallen heavily on the chair and sighed, "My daughter! Are you a fool when you act as your father? But if Debele really asks us to take away our courtyard, your father can be like a lie down in the city gate, but what about you? What should you do?"

He suddenly shook his black braid back and Nalan whispered stubbornly: "I'm not afraid! Isn't it just to make a mat shed in the field outside the city and get a mat shed? In the autumn of the past year, I went to catch scorpions in the field, and I also lived in a mat shed and a mat shed!"

After slapping the armrests of the chair, Master Na Jiu was obviously angry and his voice trembled: "Why are you so ignorant, you damn girl?!"

Before Master Na Jiu was really angry, Xiang Youbao waved his hand quickly at Nalan who was indignant and turned to Master Na Jiu to show a flattering smile: "Uncle Master, don't be angry! We have a recipe for practicing Seven Killing Scorpions, and some good things like gold and stone to help. We are still afraid that we won't win the first prize at the Qiuzhu Club? Then, let alone the five hundred oceans mentioned by Debeile, we are afraid that we can renovate the courtyard and save two dowry money for the junior sister, right?"

He spat gently, and Nalan Fei blushed and said angrily: "I am still a senior brother, why are you talking so seriously at all?!"

He whispered toward the teapot on the edge of the dry pond, and Xiang Youbao smiled at Nalan with a clever heart and said, "It's still the junior sister who is smart. Just such a pot of tea, De Beller made him hold his pants and establish a document with us!"

The redness on his face became even more intense. Nalan rushed to Xiang Youbao in a few steps awkwardly, and pouted and stretched out a slender slap: "Come it!"

She was stunned for a moment, and Xiang Youbao immediately understood: "Junior sister, wait a moment, I will go back to the room and write down the prescription for some gold and stone!"

With a delicate snorting, Nalan rolled her eyes at Xiang Youbao without hesitation: "You can just say it once!"

With her eyes widened in surprise, Xiang Youbao couldn't help but whisper: "I can't tell that my junior sister still has the ability to remember her before? Well, there are only six medicines in this prescription, and you can find them in ordinary pharmacies..."

Just like a treasure, Xiang Youbao recited the prescription with some gold and stone happily. Perhaps he wanted to take a test of Nalan's memory ability, Xiang Youbao deliberately speeded up his speech when he recited the prescription, and even made jokes in it, reciting some irrelevant words and sentences. But when Nalan was secretly watching the memory of his mind, it seemed that he was not disturbed at all, and his lips moved slightly and recounted the correct prescription.

Tickling his head awkwardly, Xiang Youbao reached out and took out two oceans from his arms, and handed them to Nalan, who had obviously remembered the prescription clearly: "Then please let me go for a trip. If you want to go there... let's have some good food tonight? I heard that Quanjude's roast duck is very good..."

After giving Xiang Youbao a blank look, Nalan snatched the two oceans handed over by Xiang Youbao: "It's so beautiful! You are going to ruin the remaining big elbow yesterday?!"

Watching Nalan walk out of the yard, Xiang Youbao turned his head and looked at Master Na Jiu who was still sitting on the chair in a daze: "I said, uncle, isn't it just a Qiuzhu Club? How big can there be? It's so anxious that you can..."

As if you wake up from a dream, Master Na Jiu looked at Xiang Youbao with his eyes blindly: "Isn't it just an autumn insect? How big can it be? Hehe... Your master's wife got the disease back then because of an autumn insect, and she finally got her life in!"

He raised his hand and grabbed a small wooden stool. Xiang Youbao sat down in front of Master Na Jiu: "I heard from the master that the autumn insects in Sijiu City will start three days before August 15th. They will taste grasshoppers, fight crickets, scorpions and other insects. By the third day, each insect will be selected as an insect king?"

With a smirk, Master Na Jiu nodded slightly, but shook his head quickly: "In Sijiu City, there is no gamble! This... your master told you?"

Seeing Xiang Youbao shook his head slightly, Master Na Jiu continued with a slutty smile: "In this Sijiu City, there are such a group of people who have many green-skinned gangsters under his command. As long as there is a scene of a competition, these people can save up a game and make bets on the bets and wins! The squads in the theater sing against stage plays, craftsmen set up stalls to create objects, and even every year when the chefs sacrifice to the Kitchen God, these people will save up a game!"

He nodded spiritually, Xiang Youbao responded and said, "Did these people force the players to lose in order to win or lose in the game?"

Nodded heavily, and Master Na Jiu said in a muffled voice: "Just relying on the skills I learned in the Huozheng Gate, it is not difficult to serve a few fighting scorpions, but I can't resist the scoundrels and secrets of these people! After three years...every time, it's at the critical moment. Either my fighting scorpion jar is asked to apply arsenic or camphor outside my fighting scorpion jar, or a small slurry is inserted into the door frame and a dead mouse is nailed! Who doesn't want to win... But how dare I win?"

He nodded in thought, and Xiang Youbao turned his eyes and muttered, "So there is such a thing? It's no wonder that you can't pay the money you owe De Beller for three years..."

Nodded listlessly, Na Jiu threw the statute in his hand to the ground: "It would be simple if it was just to deal with the people who had accumulated the game! At worst, the bald man followed the moon, and we would drink soup when he ate meat! But when your master slapped his butt, all the rest fell on your uncle's head! Regardless of the other side, the players serving scorpions in Sijiu City, each year at the autumn insect meeting, they competed with the scorpions sent by your uncle! Even if my scorpions are a scorpion-killed arhat, they can't resist the group of ghosts..."

He patted Na Jiu's knees comfortably, Xiang Youbao pointed to the scorpion crawling around in the dry pond, and said confidently: "But this year is different from the past! Since you have a prescription for serving the Seven Killing Scorpions, when the junior sister buys back the medicinal materials that are made of gold and stone, we must get a worm king for this year's autumn insect meeting!"

Subconsciously pulled out the small pocket containing the dots of gold and stone from his chest. Master Na Jiu carefully poured the dots of gold and stone the size of a finger into his palm and looked at the sunlight carefully.

Under the bright sunlight, the golden light reflected by the translucent dot stone was gently projected on the face of Na Jiuye. Perhaps confused by the slightly magnificent light of the dot stone, Na Jiuye couldn't help but whisper the record of dot stone: "...Strange stones from the sky can be encountered but cannot be found! They are strong in nature and have a spicy taste. The insects will die when they touch them! Only by mixing them with medicines and feeding them with insects can make the insects as fierce as a tiger, and they will be inexhaustible in their long battles! They will seize the creation of heaven and earth..."

He stood up gently, Xiang Youbao didn't disturb the Na Jiuye who was immersed in his thoughts, but just leaned against the dry pond and stared at the fighting scorpions wandering around.

After the careful care of Na Jiuye, each of the remaining sixteen fighting scorpions looked extremely strong. Even the tiny thorns on the pliers were clear and variable, and they looked a bit terrifying.

Among these sixteen fighting scorpions, two crawled extremely quickly, which immediately attracted the attention of Xiang Youbao.

One of the scorpions with a purple color is not outstanding in size, but the crawling speed is more than twice that of other scorpions. During the crawling process, once it is about to hit other scorpions, the scorpions with a purple color will immediately curl up their tails and hide next to the scorpions closest to it, and put away two very narrow pliers to protect their heads. They look like an assassin ready to go.

The other pure black scorpion was completely different, and its shape was almost a complete circle larger than the other scorpion. During the crawling process, its strong limbs and feet often rolled around the tiny stones. When they met other scorpions, they had not yet waited for the other scorpions to open their pliers. The pure black scorpion had already crossed the huge pliers and hit them like an angry bull, easily knocking the other scorpions overturned.

Sucking the teeth, Xiang Youbao hesitated for a long time before turning back to stare at the piece of gold and stone, and he didn't even blink for a moment, saying, "Uncle Master, I'm afraid we're going to be in the great fortune this time? A pot of double tiles is a legend in the Huozheng Gate for the past life, but no one has ever seen it!"

With his mouth wide open, Master Na Jiu looked up and beat him up for a long time: "My relative nephew, don't beat your miserable uncle haha! A pot of double tiles... There are a few intermittent words on the fragment of the strange beast picture on his hand, saying that King Zhou killed hundreds of palace maids in the pot. After the eunuch, his yin energy soared into the sky and his soul did not dissipate. That thing has come out! A pot of double tiles... How did your uncle commit such a big sin in his life?"

He pulled Master Na Jiu from the chair, and Xiang Youbao pressed Master Na Jiu next to the dry pond without saying a word, pointing to the two unique fighting scorpions and said, "Uncle Master, take a look? I heard from the master that there are two types of Seven Killing Scorpions, one is to take the lead and kill with one blow, and the other is to rush around and suppress others with power! Take a closer look?"

After staring at the two fighting scorpions pointed out by Xiang Youbao for a long time, Master Na Jiu muttered in disbelief: "It really looks like...!"
Chapter completed!