Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 217 The Mad Woman Must Be Treated

In Yunshui City, pedestrians gathered on the streets, talking about something.

At this time, a plump middle-aged woman, with her hands on her hips, said in a hoarse voice:

"These people are not sleeping in the middle of the night, what are they yelling about? They are really sick!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, standing out amid the cacophony of voices.

"I also think they're not quite right. Look at the way they're laughing. Are they crazy?"

A thin man in the crowd echoed this, gesturing exaggeratedly as he spoke.

"You're the one who's crazy! Your whole family is crazy! Stop talking nonsense here!"

Yue Qinghuan was straightforward by nature, and when she heard such slander, her eyebrows immediately raised and she retorted without any hesitation.

Her eyes were wide open, sparks of anger flashing in them.

"Oh my, it's over, it's over. This woman looks really weird. This might be a sign of madness!"

The thin man was stunned for a moment, then spoke more firmly.

Beside him, an old man stroked his long beard and shook his head in agreement:

"Hmm... From what I've seen of his behavior, it's certainly not normal. I'm afraid he might be mentally ill."

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"Miss, if you are sick, we need to treat you."

At this time, a middle-aged man in a brown cloth shirt hurried out of the drugstore next door.

He wore a seemingly kind smile on his face, but in fact he was scheming. He said:

"Why don't you come and take a look at my shop?

I have a wide variety of high-quality medicines for you to choose from.

I guarantee that the medicine will cure your disease and you will be satisfied."

As he spoke, he extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Yue Qinghuan's face turned a little ugly when she heard this. What nonsense are these people talking about!

"hehe......"

Li Qingyuan watched the farce from the side and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Is Yue Qinghuan sick?

This is really insightful.

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Almost at the same time, sword intent surged around Yue Qinghuan, and the purple sword was already in his hand.

She was really angry and wanted to take action.

Seeing this, someone in the crowd exclaimed:

"Oh my god, this crazy woman is actually a cultivator, and it seems that her cultivation level is quite high."

"It's a pity that such a beautiful body was born to this crazy woman!"

"It's already this late, and you're still watching?"

"Go, go, I don't want to lose my life for no reason."

"Yes, yes, yes. We must not provoke such a crazy person. Let's stay as far away from him as possible."

"..."

For a moment, all the onlookers left quickly, not daring to stay for fear of angering this "crazy" monk.

In the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​the originally crowded street became empty.

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Yue Qinghuan looked at the backs of the people fleeing in a panic, but in the end she suppressed her anger and did not take action.

In the cold moonlight, one could vaguely see that her face was a little pale.

Her towering chest was heaving violently, and she was obviously very angry, and her breathing became rapid.

"Okay, okay, Sister Yue, don't be angry."

Li Muqiu saw this and quickly comforted him:

"Don't forget, our main business is to welcome you. So let's be happy."

After hearing what Li Muqiu said, Yue Qinghuan's mood calmed down a little.

However, she caught a glimpse of Li Qingyuan still having a smile on his face, and she immediately became furious.

She turned her head abruptly, glared at Li Qingyuan, and said:

"What are you laughing at? No one said anything about you."

"Uh......"

Li Qingyuan touched his nose awkwardly and his smile faded. He didn't want to bring bad luck upon himself.

"Humph!"

Seeing Li Qingyuan like this, Yue Qinghuan snorted coldly and ignored him.

She took Li Muqiu's hand and walked forward quickly.

When Li Daoyi saw this, he hurriedly followed the two of them.

The thought of eating delicious food soon made his heart beam with joy, and his little face turned red with excitement.

"Alas, it seems that I am still alone in the end."

Li Qingyuan looked at their departing backs, smiled, shook his head, and sighed helplessly.

Then, he did not delay any longer and quickly quickened his pace to catch up.

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Yunshui City, outside the Treasure Pavilion.

The night was as dark as ink, except for the bright lights in the pavilion. The three-story pavilion stood proudly, with lights flickering inside and monks coming and going continuously.

At this time, Yue Qinghuan brought Li Qingyuan, Li Muqiu and Li Daoyi here.

Immediately, the two welcoming maids at the door of the Treasure Pavilion noticed them.

The two maids looked at each other, then took light steps and walked towards Yue Qinghuan and her group.

As they approached, they simultaneously bent slightly and performed a standard curtsy.

Then, one of the maids raised her head, a smile on her face, and said softly:

"Manager Yue, Manager Song arranged for us to wait for you here."

Yue Qinghuan nodded slightly, her expression calm, and said slowly, "Lead the way ahead."

Immediately, a maid bowed slightly, extended her hand, and made a 'please' gesture.

The maid who had spoken just now led the way and walked into the treasure pavilion.

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Everyone walked into the Treasure Pavilion. The hall on the first floor was bustling with people coming and going.

The shelves were filled with all kinds of rare treasures, attracting many monks to stop and watch, with discussions rising one after another.

They went up the stairs to the second floor, where the number of people began to decrease and the environment became relatively quiet.

The treasures displayed on the shelves are even more precious and exude a mysterious atmosphere.

But when they went up to the third floor, they found that there was no one there and it was extremely quiet.

In the corridor on the third floor, a middle-aged man and eight maids were already waiting there.

The middle-aged man was slightly fat, with a kind face, but his eyes were shrewd.

He was wearing a dark robe with a golden belt around his waist, which made him look particularly majestic.

"Yue... Steward, everything inside is ready."

The voice came before the person, and there was a flattering tone in the voice.

Yue Qinghuan nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Shopkeeper Song, you can leave first."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man, Shopkeeper Song, nodded quickly and said respectfully:

"Okay, I'll get busy now. If you need anything, just call me."

After saying this, he waved his arm and the maids behind him immediately followed him downstairs.

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