Chapter 587
She also went to the direction of the holy courtyard, and followed Jimo Ya's carriage...
Cousin didn't want to see her, she walked along the footprints and breath left by him, and she also felt happy, except for the slightest pain...
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When Jimo Ya entered the city, he received high attention from all sides.
In a leisure yard somewhere in the holy courtyard, there is an old pagoda tree, and there is a big stone table under the tree.
The two old men were playing Go, and the chessboard was already dark and dark, but the two old men had gentlemanly smiles on their faces, calm and calm.
"You guys from the Jimo family are here. Didn't you just advance to the rank of Xuanling master a while ago? Why, today you have become an intermediate rank of Xuanling master. Could it be the old man's old eyesight?" This is Murong Qiong from the Murong family. .
Strictly speaking, the foreign family belonging to Jimoya has a certain blood relationship with Jimoya, but the Murong family is very big and the blood is scattered, so it does not belong to the immediate family.
Jimo Kaiyuanhe's red skin, even his face was red, he said in a loud voice, "This kid is really foolish, the family has repeatedly asked him to practice step by step, and keep his feet on the ground. Why did this kid get promoted so quickly? It looks like he needs to be taught a lesson. Taught him a lesson..."
Next to him was a barefooted man with big arms, round waist, and a round face. He stood on one foot in a golden rooster stand-alone style, and his other foot was held in his hand, pulling dead skin on the sole of his foot. He was the image of a legendary foot-picking man.
This is Shangqiu Ling of the Shangqiu family, Lingshi Wang.
"Jimo Kaiyuan, you'll get a bargain and be a good boy. Seeing your grandson so excited, the old man will be angry..."
Jimo Kaiyuan couldn't hold back anymore, he started laughing.
When he was proud, he accidentally let Murong Qiong on the opposite side win the game, Murong Qiong stretched out his hand, "Come on, I won, bet on a purple magic weapon, bring it."
Jimo Kaiyuan was rarely willing and made a bet.
He is good at forging weapons, but he is stingy. If he loses chess, he usually has to regret countless moves, and he has to fight until the end before he puts up a bet.
"One more dish, another dish!" Jimo Kaiyuan was in a good mood, and he wanted another dish.
The old man Murongqiong was worried that the magic weapon he won would not be guaranteed, so he waved his hands and refused to come.
Shangqiu Ling, a big man who picked his feet, sat down and said, "The old man will play a game with you! If you win, the old man will give you a million spirit stones. If you lose, our Yan'er, you will be a guarantor and give it to your boy. Borrow a seed, give birth to a descendant, must stay in our Shangqiu family, why not?"
Jimo Kaiyuan's face suddenly collapsed, "Do you think it's a sow for breeding? This kid's marriage is a headache for his mother, I don't want to get involved in this troubled water! Besides, even if he is married, it is our Jimo family. Yes, the patriarch will never let the blood flow outside..."
"Then play chess with yourself." The foot-picking man stood up and picked his feet again in a golden rooster style.
"Hey, hey, everything is negotiable, let's have a plate..."
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A hundred miles away from the holy city, there is a small village called Mask Town.
All kinds of masks are abundant here, and pedestrians in the town wear masks to and fro, which has basically become a custom here.
Some monks who come to the holy city will bend here when they are interested, and take a few masks back to give away or commemorate.
The masks here are all real materials obtained from the battlefields of the human and monster races, and they are all stripped from the heads of the monster race.