This time, Su Mo looked at the sign on the side of the road and the road was very far to Panjiayuan. If you take a taxi, the travel fee was too expensive. You could take the ticket for half the way home. After a few buses, you squeezed into meat pie money. The prompt on the bus was very loud and the Panjiayuan fresh goods market was finally here.

Cui Bao was stuck before the bag was brought down. The bus door was closed and his bag was pulled forward. Cui Bao jumped and finally gave the strap of the bag to the bus door. After surviving, he pulled his bag back. After a shock, he turned around and saw his niece and brother-in-law standing there as if he was stationary.

He shouted, "I'm stunned, let's go shopping quickly."

Turning back, I was stunned by the scene in front of me: "My mother, it's not Sunday today. Why are there so many people at work? Are people from Beijing here coming to pick up money?"

It turned out that this fresh goods market was crowded, but it was a crowded scene.

Su Mo has always been in the back house of the family and has never left the house. This is the first time I have seen the so-called prosperity of Kyoto. I can see from this corner, but here it seems that the message of time and space is intertwined here, and there are all kinds of bargaining voices, and there are even street performers and jugglers.

But after a few tricks, he was driven away by the police from the security booth not far away.

"Hey, no human meat stalls are allowed here. If you are selling art, there will be exhibitions on Tianqiao Cultural Center, and there will be comrades to receive you. Go there to register and you can be included in the list of productions before the weekend. The same performance makes money, but there are no stalls here, so it's all broken up."

As soon as they came around, they were about to open their eyes and watch the "Big Broken Stone on the Chest" performance that only appeared on TV, all of which were dissipated in delight. The performers wore prickly training uniforms, bent down and packed their bags to leave.

Su Mo heard their shouting loudly, and the words she said were nothing strange or puzzled to others. However, when she heard the words of the police officers from the security pavilion, she would have a buzzing sound in some words.

This has never happened.

In the past, if it was a strange place, or when there was spiritual energy or treasures in heaven and earth, she would smell or sense it as long as it was within one kilometer centered on it.

Now I feel nothing.

She thought this might be the price she had to pay after reducing the pain of bone-eroding into the marrow.

She is no longer the natural body of the Holy Spirit.

It’s not what my grandfather said that the Su family was rare to be born in a century.

Su Mo knew that she could not practice.

If you practice according to the current mortal body, the consequences will definitely be deeper than the previous pain.

"Uncle San, please ask the police there, where is the Tianqiao Cultural Center?"

Maybe you can go there next time.

"What are you doing in the sky? Aren't we here to find the grasshopper? Don't ask my niece, just know, it's too late for us to touch there again."

"Look at the time now, we may not find any resting place at night. Your dad is so stingy, and your third uncle is so despair. We should go in and look for the guake quickly. I don't know why these people are so idle. Don't go home for dinner? It's the afternoon, it's okay to sleep at home, and you have to come out and squeeze people out."

Cui Bao was crowded all the way, complaining.

He was lazy and didn't want to inquire, and he also wanted to talk to the police if he had nothing to do, but he didn't want to.

Cui Changfeng didn't know why his daughter wanted to ask about the road to the sky bridge again.

Since I have come here to find Guaigua after listening to her, I will no longer ask where the next stop is.

Su Changfeng went there to ask the police where the Tianqiao Cultural Center was.

Cui Bao sat on his luggage and rested for a while.

Su Mo picked up an iron basin that rolled to his feet and gave it to those who were preparing to perform arts and juggle.

"Uncle, your job."

Su Mo's voice was soft and sweet, with the little girl's sweetness. It was a very ordinary sentence, but it had just finished.

The middle-aged man in his forties who was packing up his bags suddenly looked at Su Mo with his pair of eagle-like eyes, and was still alert.

Wearing an ordinary white background light green floral shirt, a pair of single pants in lush color, and a pair of ordinary Yali sneakers, she looks two-point and looks not beautiful, but she is just a charming and elegant person.

It seems that the dressing is from the countryside, and the clothes on the body are also very cheap, but what is going on with an indescribable sense of nobleness on it?

The middle-aged man accidentally thought about a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, who was still a country girl.

After two eyes, the man suddenly felt relieved again, and smiled with a kind smile: "Thank you, little girl, but this is not a job, it's just an ordinary iron basin."

There is no silver here.

Su Mo smiled.

The man said it was an ordinary iron plate, but the movements in the bag were light, just like holding a bowl of hot porridge, afraid of being hot.

The iron basin was carefully wrapped in a slippery piece of cloth and put it in the bag. The middle-aged man didn't say anything to Su Mo anymore, but just greeted his companions and the few left.

Su Changfeng came back from inquiring and handed over the bus route map of the address of the overpass that he had recorded to his daughter.

Su Mo looked at the bus map in her hand, which was no different from the route map found on her mobile phone.

It seems that this world is connected with one's original world, but ordinary people just can't figure it out.

If you find the Tianqiao Cultural Center according to this map, it is indeed the Tianqiao Cultural Center, not the Tianqiao in that world, let alone any treasures to change.

To enter that world, it seems that it is necessary to "lead the way".

Su Mo looked in the direction of the artists who were quickly leaving here. Their feet were very fast and had disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

"Class master, was that little girl just now a craftsman?"

A man who looked innocent among the few asked curiously.

The so-called craftsman is a fellow in the world, and he is a person who is good at art and martial arts.

"I don't think that temperament is similar, but he looks like a girl studying in a big family."

A goatee holding an abacus touched her beard and said as she stumbled: "But if she was a girl from a big family, she would not show up in public, let alone the frivolous market. The girl also had a rural atmosphere. Her father and uncle were all dealing with the land. This girl was not as noble as the countryside. It might be because of some boys protecting her body, which made her sense of the pure martial arts breath in the headmaster's job."
Chapter completed!