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Three hundred and thirty, there may be a geographic atlas

"Who!"

"You, stop! Do you know whose industry this is?"

"Stop, stop, this is Qi Changbai's family, but the top rank of the great Jinzhong middle school and other families. If you dare to make trouble in the Bai family, you won't be afraid that the immortal master will come to take you!"

"Forget it, forget it, I'll call someone right away. You guys are here to watch and don't let him run away!"

The four slaves shouted for a while. After the slave who first discovered Zhu Lingwu ran out of the warehouse, he suddenly called out, and then turned around and ran towards the front yard of the manor.

This made the remaining three slaves stunned. If that person really wanted to leave, how could the three of them stop him?

But while they were talking, Zhu Lingwu had already caught almost the thirty domestic deer raised in the deer garden, but turned his head to look at these domestic slaves.

"The Bai family of Qi Chang Mansion? Well, let the manager of your manor come over. I have something to ask him!"

Zhu Lingwu suddenly had another thought in his mind, and he was not going to leave directly. Since this manor belonged to the local middle- and upper-class gentry, perhaps he could also know some information about the local immortal cultivation world from the owner of this family.

If they could find some information about the Xuanming Sect from them, or a familiar location for the Medicine Master, Zhu Lingwu would not be like the headless flies that he was now.

But in order not to expose himself, Zhu Lingwu's right sleeve waved, and accompanied by the dark ghost light, the Minggulin, who was like a general, flew out of the ghost refining pot and stood in front of Zhu Lingwu.

"Leave it to you Minggulin, I'll leave first, you should be able to find me!"

Zhu Lingwu then swayed and flew outside the deer garden. He was unwilling to meet the people in the manor in this place. If someone used magic to investigate this matter in the future, Zhu Lingwu would not be prepared to accept the account.

The soul fire of Minggulin's eyes hidden behind the mask flashed and turned into the shape of a pair of human eyes, but the depth of his pupils was still blood red.

Its eyes swept over the three slaves, and its figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. It came to the front of the slaves, but there was no movement, but it released a mass of ghost energy from its hands, and then it shrouded them, then it retracted into its body.

The three slaves' bodies were gone, and even their souls could not be left behind. Only their clothes were spread on the ground, and the long poles and wooden sticks they had originally held proved that they had existed.

The figure of Minggulin then disappeared on the spot. The next moment it had appeared next to the slave who ran to report the news. He also left nothing behind after the ghost energy was shrouded in it.

This was really hit by the little white fox, but Zhu Lingwu had no choice but to silence them. Who knows whether he would be exposed? Who knows whether the gentry belonging to this manor has anything to do with Chunyang Sect?

As a famous and upright sect, you shouldn't like robbers very much.

After Minggulin over there was silence of all the slaves in accordance with Zhu Lingwu's wishes, he swept the soul to the manor.

With its mid-stage foundation building state, soul thoughts swept through this huge manor like a radar in a blink of an eye. Soon, I found that there were indeed ten children of the gentry in the manor who were in the Qi training stage.

Among them, the highest level should be the manager of this manor. He is a Qi Refiner on the sixth floor of Qi Refining. He lives in a courtyard in the middle of the manor. He seems to be in the room with a woman in Wushan Yunyu.

Ming Gulin's figure disappeared from the spot and soon appeared above the courtyard. "This is the property of Qi Changbai's family, and the juniors in the interior will not come out to greet you!"

This voice scared the man and woman who were working hard on the bed. The manor in the manor was about forty years old. In the so-called Qi Changbai family, it was not the main vein system, but he was the manor who was completely managed.

His bloodline has average spiritual power and qualifications. In this life, there is no hope of immortality. Therefore, being able to manage a manor to enjoy the happiness of the family, to feed and drink, has become his biggest dream in the second half of his life.

But now he was on the bed. When it was critical, the sound seemed to explode in his mind. His lower body suddenly became soft. I wonder if there would be any sequelae.

After a while of turmoil, the Qi Refiner wore a brocade robe and ran to the porch in front of the main room. He didn't even wear socks on his feet. With his spiritual sense, he discovered the Ming Gulin floating in the air.

Ming Gulin released the pressure of soul thought without hesitation, and instantly shocked his spiritual consciousness.

This time, the Qi Refiner couldn't help but dizzy, but soon he hurriedly bowed to Ming Gulin in the air, "Oh, it turns out that it's the senior who is here. The junior who is Bai Rongxue from the Qi Changbai family and the head of the Bai family's manor. I wonder what instructions do you have for this!"

"Well, it's right. I'm a little unfamiliar with this. I'm here to ask you, how many gentry are there in Qichang Mansion? Do you know where the Immortal Gate Xu City is there!"

"Ah, this, I know a little bit about the distribution of the gentry in Qi Chang Mansion, but I really don't know about the Xianmen Xu City and the like. I only know that the immortal masters in Qi Chang Mansion are seniors from Chunyang Sect, but I am just a small qi refiner in the secular world and have never participated in the Xianmen Xu City!"

This qi refiner who claimed to be Bai Rongxue had already guessed that this monk who suddenly arrived might be a master after building the foundation, so he dared not hide anything.

Although this master looked a little weird and had a weird look on his body, nothing was that he could guess.

"Hmph, since that's the case, let's talk to me about the top ranks and other families in Qichang Mansion, and there's no need to say anything else!"

"Oh, oh, there are two top-rank gentry families in Qichang Mansion, namely Zhangjia, Ninghe County, Qichang Mansion, and Huangjia, Lingyong County! The others are just middle-rank and low-ranking families! This, senior, juniors know about this!"

"Zhang Family, Huang Family? Well, do you have a geographic album of Qi Chang Mansion here?"

Ming Gulin thought a little about it and then asked about the map here. However, most of the maps in this era are just rough graphics, and the key is to rely on some geographical descriptions of the various regions drawn in the picture next to the graphics.

More often than not, we rely on this kind of text description, so that we can have a general understanding of the geographical terrain and environment in the map and make people know the particularities of various places.

"This, this..."

Bai Rongxue was a little hesitant. This kind of geographic map album is also a precious resource in this era. The geographic map albums collected in different families are different. The more profound the family is, the more detailed the geographic map album is.

And the manor where Bai Rongxue is located does contain the geographical map album of Qi Changfu, but he is really unwilling to hand over this confidential thing that belongs to the family.

"What, do you think I can't watch it?"

Ming Gulin quickly understood his little thoughts from Bai Rongxue's expression. He couldn't help but ask in a cold voice, then reached out to a bluestone lying horizontally in the yard.

A ray of inspiration fell on the stone, accompanied by the yellowish-colored inspiration, and the rock, which looked like a green cow, turned into a pile of sand and soil.
Chapter completed!
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