I don’t know how long it took, the “creaking” sound of the wooden door whirling sounded in the lobby downstairs of the inn. I guess the waiter of the inn had gotten up and was opening the door to prepare for business.

There were gradually people in the inn, but the early passengers all looked light and worried, as if they were worried that they would affect the rest of the guests who stayed in the night. After all, it was not easy for everyone to make a living. When they could take care of each other, try to take care of each other.

A slight sound of footsteps came from the corridor in the distance, awakening the contemplative Li Mu.

Li Mu couldn't help but look out the window and found that the sky was still gloomy and the cold autumn wind was blowing on the bare branches one after another. The continuous autumn rain was much denser than before. It seemed that there would be no change in a short period of time.

But Li Mu still habitually started to pack his luggage, although all the luggage was added up, just a small package, plus a somewhat old umbrella.

Because he had inquired with the inn yesterday, the enthusiastic and somewhat dizzy boss, based on his years of experience, concluded that the weather will surely clear this afternoon.

Although I don’t know if it is true, Li Mu feels that he is prepared and there is always no mistake.

"What a pity, although this umbrella is not as good as Lao Zhao's." After packing up his luggage, Li Mu gently weighed the old umbrella in his hand and sighed softly.

This was bought from a grocery store in Yunyang City a few days ago when he was rushing to the rain.

The workmanship and quality are quite good, but they look quite old; the umbrella bones and the oil paper on the umbrella have changed a little, and the handle of the umbrella is even rubbed by fingers, which looks like it has been used for a while, but it still looks intact.

There is nothing strange about this, it is an old umbrella itself.

Because the autumn rain came a little suddenly that day, the old business travelers were naturally prepared, but there were many novices like Li Mu. In addition, there were many people who were eager to rush to travel, which made the owner of the grocery store in the south of the city smile so much that they were blinded by the teeth. The umbrellas that had been accumulated for the whole summer were sold out in just half a day.

There was also a silly young man who couldn't find a suitable umbrella and actually paid the price of a new umbrella, so he snatched away the old umbrella that he often used behind the door.

But then again, when Li Mu snatched the old umbrella, the thin old man in the grocery store looked a little reluctant; after all, although the money is tempting, the things he has used for a long time will have some feelings.

"Old Zhao's umbrella is of great quality, otherwise it wouldn't have taken me with me so far that I was blown so far by the wind before falling off." Li Mu carried the bag on his shoulders and prepared to leave the inn for a while, go to the food stall opposite to have some breakfast.

Then he smiled bitterly and murmured to himself: "What a pity, it's a pity that this umbrella that shares life and death cannot be preserved in the end, so he can only abandon it. It seems that I, Li Mu, have a bit of a smell of burning bridges across the river."

Perhaps, Li Mu did not miss the umbrella, but was a wanderer who missed everything in his hometown.

Just as Li Mu wanted to open the door, a few gentle coughs came from the corridor at the door. Then he heard a voice, and he lowered his voice and said, "Old Liu, when will the sky clear up? I have dozens of 'zhu brocade', but I can't stand the storage. If something really happens, I don't know what to do."

The voice seemed quite old, with a strong sorrow, but it did not mean to blame others.

It is said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Maybe that's what it means. After all, as business travelers take more roads, their knowledge will naturally be broader. Perhaps they have long been accustomed to the impermanence of fate and know that complaining alone will never solve the problem.

"Who said no?" Another voice sounded, probably Lao Liu in the old man's mouth. "But old ghost, don't sigh, your pearl brocade can be stored for a few days. If my old Liu's red-winged swallow fish is not delivered to Weiyang City as soon as possible, if one or two of them die on the road, it will be a result of losing all your money."

Lao Liu's voice sounded like he was a little old, but it seemed quite majestic and full of energy, not as old as the old man in front of him; and Lao Liu was obviously born with a loud voice. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, it still made Li Mu's ears buzz. I wonder what the old man next to him would feel.

"You can't say that. How can your red-winged swallow fish die so easily? The water of the Manjiang River is so cold that even if people go down, they can't stand it for half an hour, and they haven't seen them freeze to death. It's just a few more days of rain, so there will definitely be nothing serious." The old man, known as the old ghost, probably has become accustomed to Lao Liu's voice, with a wry smile in his voice, and he is talking in a lingering manner. "But my pearls are different. This is made of those rare 'fishing spider silks on the edge of the Manjiang River. What I fear most is this rainy weather. If it takes a long time, it will be difficult to color..."

"If you have it, don't complain either of us." Old Liu seemed a little amused and cried, and quickly interrupted the old ghost.

Then when passing by Li Mu's door, he said with a little expectation in his voice: "But Lao Gui, Old Man Huang from the inn, is also our old acquaintance. Although this old guy's eyes are dizzy, he can definitely not be wrong with the ability to look at the sky. Since he said that it would clear up in the afternoon, it would definitely clear up."

"I hope this is the case. I also believe in Lao Huang's ability and character, so I come to his store to stay every time." Lao Gui's mood seemed to have improved a little with Lao Liu's comfort. "I always feel that this old thing is not an ordinary person. Any old guy with dizzy eyes that you have ever seen can still see the sky..."

The sound gradually stopped, and the two stopped talking for a while. They only heard slight footsteps and continued to walk towards Li Mu.

"Manjiang? Where is it? Why do I seem to have heard someone say it?" Li Mu couldn't help but stop pulling the door and stood aside and thought, "Have you heard Aunt Han say it or Mr. Xilou say it? But it seems to be said that Manjiang is a mysterious river among the 100,000 mountains. The river is cold and the mortals cannot survive in it at all. I don't know which fish there are other of the old men's pearls and other fish, and how did they get it?"

Thinking of this, Li Mu suddenly woke up and said to himself: "Yes, why do I think it's so familiar? It turns out that the Qianshan Pavilion that Senior Ye mentioned seems to be on the edge of a hundred thousand mountains. Should I ask the two old men how to get there so that they can quickly reach the hundred thousand mountains?"

Just as Li Mu wanted to open the door to ask questions, the footsteps suddenly stopped. The old ghost lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Old Liu, I wonder if you have noticed that there have been many people in Yunyang City these two days. It seems that they all came from other places. I also heard Yan Bei's accent yesterday, and I don't know what these guys are here for."

"These individuals have learned some skills and know how to fight and kill all day long. They either want to dominate the world and act as a mighty person or seek to surrender to the court and the people. What else can there be good things?" Old Liu said with some disdain, and seemed to dislike those who "bring the guys".

After saying these words, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing: "I guess someone is afraid of the world's chaos. I'm going to release rumors that there is a treasure in Yunyang City, or Chu Nan has published a masterless martial arts secret book, or some shameful stolen goods, and they'll be auctioned in Yunyang City!"

"Hehe, you can't say that. If we hadn't learned some skills, we wouldn't be able to do such a business?" The old silly words were filled with a smile, as if we were just to argue with Lao Liu. "Whoever buys these things is either rich or noble? If we have to be all ordinary people, we have the temper of our brothers. If we refuse to fight and kill, we have to go home to farm."

Old Liu seemed to be angry and cursed in a loud voice: "You old guy, are you deliberately angry with me? Why do you have to object to everything I say? Do you think that the weather will clear up in the afternoon and those dozens of pearl brocades can be bought at a good price? I will go to the top to piss a few more to see which noble man, the rich lady, will wear my urine smell on her body."

"Okay, okay, I said it wrong, can't I say it wrong?"

The old ghost quickly begs for mercy, but there is no sign of worry in his words. After a moment of pause, he continued, "It's just that group of guys who are carrying guys... why is it so awkward to say? Those guys came to Yunyang City. Judging from my years of experience, it is probably more likely that they will come to find early treasures."

"What do you mean?" Old Liu seemed a little curious and asked while walking forward again.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and soon they walked to the stairs. As the footsteps downstairs, the old ghost heard a chuckling with a complacent chuckling: "Because those guys are very cautious, when they look at the people passing by, they all have a look of scrutiny, as if these strangers are all his competitors. And most of them are either three or five people, or more than ten people together. Isn't this just preparing to be popular and grab things?"

"You are nonsense. Don't you need three or five people or more than ten people to join the auction? If you buy good things, don't you beware of others robbing them?" Lao Liu didn't buy it. This time he started to argue and oppose what the old ghost said.

The old ghost seemed to have a good temper. He didn't care about Lao Liu's attitude at all, and still argued in a low voice: "Lao Liu, you guy, haven't changed your bad habits for so many years. Why do you always listen to the second half of my words? If it were an auction, how could you stare at others so cautiously? How could you look like you draw your sword at any time..."

The voice gradually faded away. I guess Lao Liu and Lao Gui had already arrived in the hall downstairs.

The inn owner Lao Huang was coughing and greeting the two of them, vaguely saying, "Don't worry, it will definitely be clear... Get ready quickly... The horses are behind..."

Li Mu suddenly woke up and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was a little suspicious that those guys who "bringed guys" came from all over the world to Chunan, and it was very likely that they came for the sadness in his arms.

Whether from time to time or region, in more than half a month, as long as someone is willing to do it, it will be enough to make the information about Sadness Bi disappearing spread from Lianshan Town to various places in Chunan.

And Li Mu also believed that someone would definitely do this, because only by doing this can we mobilize all the forces in the world to find Ye Qi who suddenly disappeared without a trace. As long as the power is strong enough, no matter who found it, he can be a yellow bird.

"Sad Bi, sad Bi, is your charm really so irresistible? But why do I think having you is equivalent to having bad luck?" Li Mu touched the jade bi in his arms and sighed in a low voice.
Chapter completed!