God-level treasure digging system

Chapter 30 Qinghe Town
The sun shrouded the official road leading from Yangzhou City to the capital. An ordinary white carriage was slowly driving along the official road. Lu Xiaotian was riding on a tall white horse. His face faced the refracted sunlight, and the childishness in his brows faded away. , with a touch of sadness hanging between his brows, he suddenly thought in his heart, let the past go with the wind.

The brows gradually stretched out, and a peaceful face emerged, which was seen by Princess Zhao Wan who opened the corner of the curtain. Princess Zhao Wan smiled slightly, like a delicate flower bud blooming, and gently opened her mouth: "The road ahead is Qinghe Town Yes, I heard that the lotus flowers in Qinghe Town are worth admiring, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to see lotus flowers in this March day. But you can enjoy the willows.”

"By the way," Princess Zhao Wan's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, her slender and slender eyelashes trembled, she stared at Lu Xiaotian and said, "I heard that Qinghe Town will have a very interesting event in the near future, I miss you Might be of interest."

"What activity?" Lu Xiaotian asked with great interest.

"I'll tell you when we get there." Princess Zhao Wan suddenly smiled strangely, and lowered the curtain, her beautiful face was blocked by the curtain.

For Princess Zhao Wan's sudden change, Lu Xiaotian didn't feel surprised at all. Although Zhao Wan was a high-ranking princess, in his eyes, maybe Zhao Wan was like a canary that had been locked in a cage for a long time. I can't wait to get out of the cage and soar, and now I am going out of the palace, I think the folks think it is very fresh and interesting.

The tall and bearded barbarian king at the side released his spiritual energy to the Great Martial Artist Realm, and the strong horse under him was a little breathless under the pressure of his burly figure. Seeing this situation, the barbarian king twitched his face, and actually directly Sitting in emptiness, not sitting on the horse's back at all, the horse suddenly ran very fast.

Lu Xiaotian didn't dare to talk to the barbarian king, his eyes as big as copper bells stared at him, and the spiritual energy on his body burst out again, making people's legs tremble and they couldn't help but kneel down.

So, without talking all the way, the escort team came to the small town of Qinghe.

A stone arch bridge appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Under the bridge, there were women washing clothes. The willows beside the bridge, the tender green willows caressing the water surface gently, showed the unique gentleness of the people in the south of the Yangtze River. A Jiangnan ink painting was outlined.

The escort team crossed the stone arch bridge and came to the market in Qinghe Town. The market was bustling, but it was extremely lively!
A group of family disciples holding colorful flags passed through the center of the market. These family disciples exuded the strength of at least eighth-level warriors, and they were a strong team!

This group of family disciples had the word "Ouyang" embroidered on their clothes, so they should be disciples of a big family named Ouyang here.This group of people walked through the center of the market with a rather majestic face, just passing by the guard team escorting Princess Zhao Wan.

Lu Xiaotian stared at it, just in time to see the leading disciple who was at least at the Martial Master level making an announcement, and soon two eighth-rank martial disciples, one fat and one thin, began to discuss.

"What? The young lady of Ouyang's family will hold a contest to recruit relatives in three days?"

"Old Tie, do you want to try it? The eldest lady of Ouyang's family looks really...Shui Ling."

"I'm only an eighth-level warrior. How can I be qualified to compete for this Ouyang family? I see, this Miss Ouyang is none other than Mr. Ximen!"

"That's true, Ximen Chuiliu is a seventh-rank martial artist, right? Tsk tsk, this Ximen family is amazing!"

"Ouyang Yan is not weak either. Although she is only as strong as a sixth-rank martial artist, her spiritual power attribute is the rare wind attribute!"

"Don't forget, apart from Ximen and Ouyang, there is also the Shangguan family. Although the Shangguan family has always kept a low profile, the strength of the Shangguan family is not bad. Otherwise, they can't be called the three major families in Qinghe Town. Family!"

"You're right, hey, it's exciting again..."

Hearing this, Lu Xiaotian finally understood in his heart that the "interesting event" that Princess Zhao Wan said just now was actually this "competition to recruit relatives", but I don't know why this event is called Ouyang Yan What about "competition to recruit relatives"?

Just as he was thinking, the guard team came to the door of "Qinghe Inn", and Zhao Wan's soft voice came from the carriage: "Young Master Lu Xiaotian, we will rest here tonight."

"Oh." Lu Xiaotian understood Zhao Wan's meaning, immediately got off the horse, walked into the Qinghe Inn, glanced at the full house of guests, was a little worried, but still walked to the counter, and asked: "Shopkeeper, do you have a room?"

"My lord, I'm really sorry. Today, our shop is reserved by Mr. Ximen, and there are no rooms left." The short and fat shopkeeper with a short mustache smiled flatteringly, and replied Lu Xiaotian's words.

Lu Xiaotian turned around and glanced at a group of family disciples who were drinking and eating meat in large bowls. Their clothes happened to be embroidered with the word "Ximen" in large numbers, and they seemed to be disciples of the Ximen family.

Pulling out a hundred taels of silver bill from his body and stuffing it into the shopkeeper's hand, Lu Xiaotian winked at the shopkeeper and said: "The distinguished guests in my car are not something that the Ximen family can afford to offend, you might as well be accommodating as the shopkeeper Be flexible, we only need one room."

Opening a room is good for Princess Zhao Wan to have a place to rest. Others, including himself, can handle it without sleeping.

When the shopkeeper saw the 100 tael silver bill, his eyes lit up immediately, and his saliva was about to flow out, but he glanced outside the door and saw that it was just an ordinary carriage, so his face immediately fell down and he waved his hand. Said: "Guest officer, please go back, the shop really has no rooms today!"

Lu Xiaotian saw at a glance that the shopkeeper was a snobbish person, but he still asked patiently: "Since there is no room, the wing room is also available. As long as the conditions are not too bad..."

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper waved his hands again and again: "There are no more rooms, and today it is reserved by Mr. Ximen! Guest officer, please come back another day!"

"Which one is Young Master Ximen?" Lu Xiaotian asked the shopkeeper.

"This is it." The shopkeeper pointed to a young man holding a folding fan in the center of the hall, with a white, beardless, and feminine beauty on his face. Lu Xiaotian took a look and found that this young man was born dignified, but... the corner of his mouth A mole on his face affected his facial features very much, not only did he look unbeautiful, but rather ugly.

"However, on that day, my young master and Miss Ouyang met in front of the stone arch bridge, and Miss Ouyang blushed... Hehe, her little flushed cheeks are really pretty. I was very happy for a moment, hehe , and sent a handkerchief to Miss Ouyang, and on that handkerchief was a poem I personally inscribed..." Ximen Chuiliu waved his folding fan, bragging all over his mouth, spitting all over his mouth, and his eyebrows beaming when he spoke.

"What poem did you Master Dao Ben write for Miss Ouyang?" Ximen Chuiliu pretended to be profound, and acted like a guanzi.

"What poem?" Several family disciples who were seated at the same table immediately asked in a flattering manner.

"It's here, hehe!" Ximen Chuiliu took out a pink handkerchief from the storage bag at his waist, held it in his hand and waved it, and immediately a family disciple grabbed it and read:

"The beauty is shy and has the same flesh and blood, and the heart is drunk with Bi Luoyin. The deep love leads to the Taoyuan meeting, and the beautiful girl willow leaf frown."

"Haha, great poem! Great poem! Master recites a good poem!" The disciples of the Ximen family were used to boasting about their master, and they couldn't even understand the meaning of the poem, so they hurriedly nodded and praised it as a good poem.

"Hehe, you really copied a lewd poem! Didn't you give away your handkerchief?" Lu Xiaotian couldn't help laughing, and walked to Ximen Chuiliu's table with a teasing smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Ximen Chuiliu frowned, and stared at Lu Xiaotian coldly. With the anger emerging from the corner of his mouth, the mole at the corner of his mouth also floated up, and his face suddenly became ugly.

After Ximen Chuiliu asked, all the disciples of Ximen's family stared at Lu Xiaotian in unison, and secretly picked up the sword in their hands.

"Me? I know your name is Ximen...Ximen Boasting...Uh, no, it should be Ximen Chuiliu. I'm just a passer-by. I heard that you have booked all the rooms in the inn today. Please make sure to give up one room. Let my lady stay overnight." Lu Xiaotian first joked about Ximen Chuiliu's name, then said with a smile.

"What if I don't let it go?" Ximen Chuiliu's face suddenly became sullen, Lu Xiaotian said that his poem was copied, this is the truth that others don't know, it has already swept his face, and laughed at him for not sending out the handkerchief, Since he was born in Qinghe Town, he had never been insulted so much. He felt a bit of hatred for the strange young man in front of him, and his tone became very cold.

"No...don't let...then you will definitely not be able to marry Miss Ouyang!" Lu Xiaotian said casually with a chuckle.

"Why do you say that I can't marry Miss Ouyang! What qualifications do you have to say that I can't marry Miss Ouyang! Who are you? Are you from the Shangguan family?" The disciples of the family immediately surrounded Lu Xiaotian, and the spiritual power of at least seven or eighth-rank martial disciples on these family disciples erupted impressively, and some of them even reached the martial master state impressively!

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