After an incense stick of time, Qin Gengyun walked out of the rental house, holding the wall, holding a bun in his hand, and turned back to the house and said:

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'm leaving now."

There was no response from inside. Qin Gengyun shrugged, coughed twice, let go of the hand that was supporting the wall, ignored his sore waist, and strode out of the narrow rain alley with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

When passing by a breakfast stall selling noodles, I saw Mo Xiaolan sitting there poking noodles with chopsticks.

"Friend Mo Dao, why are you out so late today?"

Qin Gengyun was a little surprised.

Mo Xiaolan works as a postman during the day and sets up a stall at the night market at night. She goes out early and comes back late every day.

The so-called postman is a person who specializes in delivering letters and items, similar to the delivery boy in Qin Gengyun's previous life.

In the Eastern Cultivation Area headed by the three major sects, Zhenyang Sect, Feiyun Sect, and Leijian Sect, the order is the most stable, and the lower-level cultivators have relatively more ways to make a living.

Among them, the most tiring but relatively well-paid job is to be a post station repairman.

All the post stations in Dongxiu are under the management of Feiyilou, whose headquarters is located in Feiyun City. Feiyilou has branches in various towns in Dongxiu, including Yunling Town.

Post repairmen like Mo Xiaolan are under the supervision of the Yunling Town branch, and their salaries are based on the number of deliveries, which they receive daily at the Feiyilou branch in Yunling Town.

Repairing the post station is a job that requires every second to be worked. Normally, Mo Xiaolan goes out before dawn. Today, it is almost noon, which is indeed a bit late.

When Mo Xiaolan saw Qin Gengyun, she paused and picked up the noodles and put them into her mouth, smiling:

"There's something going on at the night market today, so I asked for half a day off. Fellow Daoist Qin, have you eaten yet?"

Qin Gengyun raised the bun in his hand and said, "I'll eat it on the way. I'll leave first."

"Fellow Daoist Qin."

Mo Xiaolan suddenly called him: "Friend Zheng Dao from the East Market has found the seller of the furnace and agreed to bring it to the East Market tonight."

Qin Gengyun was delighted and said quickly, "Great, I'll come over in the evening!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the night market tonight."

"Thank you, Friend Mo!"

Qin Gengyun bowed to Mo Xiaolan in gratitude.

Mo Xiaolan waved her hands repeatedly: "Fellow Daoist Qin, there is no need to do this. You should leave quickly. It will be late for the check-in."

"Okay, see you tonight."

"Well, see you tonight!"

Watching Qin Gengyun go away, Mo Xiaolan was silent for a moment, looked down at the orchid embroidered on her left shoulder, smiled, and continued to eat noodles.

After breakfast, Mo Xiaolan hurried to the night market. There were no vendors on the street at this time and it was quite deserted. She went straight to the East Market, where the sloppy Zheng Daoyou was sitting on a recliner and sleeping.

Mo Xiaolan said to him, "Friend Zheng Daoist, we will come to check out the goods tonight. You must remember not to let anything slip."

Zheng Daoyou opened his eyes, looked Mo Xiaolan up and down, and suddenly sneered:

"Friend Mo, that person couldn't be your Taoist partner, could he?"

Mo Xiaolan said seriously: "Friend Zheng Daoyou, please don't joke. He and I are just familiar neighbors."

Daoist Zheng laughed again: "Daoist Mo, you and I have worked together in the night market for so many years, and we are also familiar neighbors. Why haven't I seen you help me bargain and pay the spirit stones for me?"

Noila Mo laughed: "Alright, Fellow Daoist Zheng, with your wealth, why do you need my help? Let's go!"

After saying this, he left in a hurry.

Looking at the tall figure with flying ponytail, the slovenly Zheng Daoyou brushed his messy hair full of dandruff, shook his head and laughed:

"Idiot!"

…

Narrow rainy alley.

After Qin Gengyun left, Qiu Zhihe stood up and walked to the window, stood behind the curtains, and looked through the gap at the room on the left side opposite.

For two whole hours, the sun was already high in the sky, but Qiu Zhihe did not move at all.

Suddenly, a dark red light flashed in the room and then disappeared.

It was just a momentary situation, and it would not be easy to notice even if someone passed by.

But Qiu Zhihe saw this scene and a cold look appeared on her face.

"Blood Pill Sect..."

In addition to the Qinglian Sect, there are many other sects in the Southern Demonic Land that are considered evil by the righteous.

Among them there is a small sect called the Blood Pill Sect. They are good at refining pills, but their method is strange. When they are refining pills, a dark red light will flash in the pill furnace.

Qiu Zhihe had fought with people from the Blood Pill Sect before, so the fleeting red light could not be hidden from her.

After thinking for a moment, Qiu Zhihe picked up the wedding dress that was placed at the head of the bed and walked out of the room.

When I came to the door of the next house on the left, I could vaguely hear a disconcerting voice coming from inside.

Just as Qin Gengyun said, this Taoist couple really gave up their Taoist faith and enjoyed each other every day.

This time Qiu Zhihe did not leave, but raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The sound inside stopped abruptly. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a gentle and virtuous oval face. She had obviously just been dressing in a hurry, and her hair was a little messy, but the coarse cloth robe on her body was clean and tidy.

Seeing the wedding dress in Qiu Zhihe's hand, the female cultivator immediately reacted and a smile appeared on her face:

"My fellow Daoist, I presume you are Daoist Qin's wife, right? Please come in!"

Qiu Zhihe nodded and walked into the house holding the wedding dress.

This room is exactly the same as Qin Gengyun's, except for the furnishings. The bed is much bigger, and there are some flowers and plants on the table. The overall room is neater and has a bit of life.

Obviously, it was the credit of this gentle female cultivator.

"My name is Chen Fang, and this is my husband, Zhang Chengdao. What's your name, Taoist friend?"

Chen Fang said to Qiu Zhihe with a smile.

The male cultivator next to him had a dull look on his face and nodded to Qiu Zhihe somewhat stiffly. It was obvious that he was not good at socializing.

"My name is Qiu Zhihe, and I'm here to return your wedding dress."

Qiu Zhihe presented the wedding dress to Chen Fang.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, you are so polite that you even personally brought it here. Please take a seat."

Chen Fang took the wedding dress with a smile, put it aside, and enthusiastically asked Qiu Zhihe to sit down.

Qiu Zhihe nodded and sat at the table. Chen Fang started chatting with her very familiarly. Of course, most of the time Chen Fang was talking and Qiu Zhihe was listening.

After Zhang Chengdao poured Qiu Zhihe a cup of tea, he sat aside in silence.

After Chen Fang had been talking for a long time, Qiu Zhihe suddenly asked, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I see there seem to be three people living in the room opposite?"

Chen Fang looked at the room on the left side of the window and said with a smile:

"Your husband told you, right? Yes, that room had been empty all along. Three male monks moved in a few days ago."

Qiu Zhihe's eyes flashed: "How can such a small house accommodate three people? Have you seen them?"

Chen Fang said: "I've only met them once. I greeted them but they ignored me. It seems like they don't like to socialize with others."

"Oh, right." Chen Fang remembered something and said:

"I saw them coming back from the alley at midnight the night before last. I don't know what they were doing."

Qiu Zhihe frowned slightly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you are also outside at Chou hour?"

Chen Fang looked at Zhang Chengdao next to her, her cheeks flushed, she moved her chair to sit next to Qiu Zhihe, and whispered:

"To be honest, my husband and I were planning to have children, so that night... we slept a little late. I saw it when I was lying in front of the window. Fellow Daoist Qiu, you are also a woman, so you should understand, right?"

Qiu Zhihe blinked, a little confused.

It only takes a few dozen breaths, why did it take until the early hours of the morning?

Also, why was he lying in front of the window?

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, did you come here specifically to ask this?"

Chen Fang suddenly asked curiously.

Qiu Zhihe came back to her senses and shook her head: "No, I came here to ask for advice... How can I cook porridge so that it will taste better?"