A dark room, isolated by mountains and rivers.

Five of them were sitting around a table. On the table was an ink painting of two young men standing on a hill. One was holding a sword and looking into the distance, while the other was walking with his hands behind his head and his head lowered.

Among the five people sitting there was the old man in black clothes and white hair who went alone to meet the general of Dingbeiguan, but at this moment there was a gentle smile on his face.

After all, those here are just a few old friends, so there is no need to keep a cold face.

Sitting on his left is an old woman with white hair and a childish face. Next to her is a pine crutch, on which a purple light flashes like a dragon from time to time, indicating that she is of extraordinary rank.

On the right is a young Taoist boy, wearing a wide Taoist robe, sitting on a tall wooden chair with his feet dangling in the air, his snow-white sleeves dangling.

The Taoist boy patted the old man in black on the shoulder for a while, and then joked with the young girl beside him and said some stupid words.

The girl was not angry, but was smiling wildly, but her eyes were always as charming as silk, staring at the long-faced man diagonally opposite, wishing to send him away.

It's a pity that the man didn't understand the charm at all. He leaned on the wooden chair behind him with a long sword on his back, closed his eyes and meditated.

Under the table, invisible to everyone, the man's left hand pressed the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and kept stroking the fringe.

Under the table, the young girl had already taken off her embroidered shoes and inserted them into the robe of the long-faced man in gray.

Suddenly, the young Taoist boy seemed to have discovered something remarkable. He jumped lightly on the wooden chair, changed from sitting to squatting, and sat on the wooden chair. He looked at the young girl beside him, his eyes full of disbelief.

, exclaimed: "Sister Jingying, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

As he spoke, Daotong covered his chest with one hand, his face full of sadness, "Sister Jingying, don't you know that Xiao Ke has always liked you? You really hurt Xiao Ke's heart."

As he said this, the Taoist boy who called himself "Xiao Ke" lay on the table and burst into tears.

The old man in black couldn't help but rub his eyebrows when he saw this, but there was nothing he could do. There was no one in charge, so every discussion was so noisy.

The young girl Jingying covered her mouth and chuckled. She came closer to the Taoist boy and leaned her head against his head. She exhaled softly and said, "Don't be like this. How could I not know Xiao Ke's thoughts? Right, Xiao Ke remembers today."

Don’t close the door when you go to bed late.”

Taoist boy Xiaoke laughed a few times while lying on his stomach, "Sister Jingying is the best!"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, just about to get close to him and take advantage, but when he saw a green-faced and fanged face, he couldn't help but made a few noises and jumped off the wooden chair.

The girl laughed endlessly.

Seeing that he still wanted to speak, the silver-haired old woman couldn't bear it any longer. She hit the ground a few times with her cane, and an invisible wave immediately spread out.

The Taoist boy Xiaoke also sat down on the wooden chair again, and the young girl Jingying also put on her embroidered shoes and sat upright. The man with the sword who had not spoken until now also opened his eyes, and a sword light flashed under his eyes, and the dark room immediately became solemn.

Quite a few.

"Does any of you still have any meaning for the previous arrangement?" the silver-haired old woman said coldly.

After finishing speaking, the little Taoist boy immediately raised his right hand and said loudly: "Grandma Huayu, I have it!"

The old woman ignored her and looked at the people around her. But no matter which direction she looked, the little Taoist boy raised his right hand high and tilted his body to follow her.

The old woman suddenly stopped, stared at him and said, "Say!"

The little Taoist boy chuckled and wanted to jump onto the wooden chair again. The old man in black glared at him fiercely before sitting down on the wooden chair, but he still kept twisting his buttocks, as if sitting was extremely uncomfortable.

"That's what I think. To deal with two little guys who haven't even reached the third level, it's better for all of us to gather around here to discuss it."

As he spoke, the little Taoist spread his hands.

"As for that? Not that much. If we have this time, we might as well catch them both and torture them thoroughly before we know everything."

The little Taoist boy looked around.

No one cared.

The little Taoist boy fell down on the table, wailing.

Granny Huayu looked at the other people and said, "Continue the discussion."

The old man in black crossed his hands and folded them on the table. He looked at everyone and said seriously: "Those two young men must be so special to be so favored by Hong Nanlan. Maybe they are the powerful members of the Xian family who came down to walk in the world.

So now that we are determined to take action, we must be careful."

As he spoke, the old man looked at the few people carefully and said solemnly: "We are the only ones left with our old friends on the mountain in Anjianwu. I don't want to see that after this mission, any of you here will be missing."

.”

At this time, the little Taoist boy nodded solemnly.

"So everything is going according to plan. Once we succeed, we will retreat immediately. If...if we really encounter a fatal situation, save first

Own."

After speaking, the old man folded his sleeves and leaned back, closing his eyes, as if all his energy had been consumed just after he said the last sentence.

Huayu's mother-in-law was still leaning on the pine crutch, as if she had thought of something, and lowered her head in thought. Jingying leaned on the back of the chair, silently playing with the ends of her hair, without saying a word. As for the long-faced man, he did not speak during the whole process.

, dedicated to polishing his sword intent.

After a long time, I don't know who said the meeting was dismissed.

Several people used their own escape methods and fled away, and even the elite did not bother the long-faced man who seemed to be a swordsman again.

Only the Huayu Granny and the old man in black never left.

"I'd better go and meet them in person. I keep listening to the people below and I don't know what's going on." The old man in black said with a hunched body and a smile.

Granny Huayu rubbed her crutches, pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble Elder Liu. Remember to be careful and never do anything without permission."

Elder Liu smiled and said, "We have been friends for hundreds of years. Don't you still feel at ease when I do things?"

Granny Huayu rolled her eyes and said angrily: "If you were reliable, you wouldn't be a distraction now. Those guys back then would have already reached the upper three realms one by one."

However, Liu Mu stared at her in a daze, with a little tenderness in his eyes, but did not speak. There were some words that did not need to be said. Even after a hundred years, they were still touching.

After a long time, Liu Mu said: "So what if we are in the upper three realms? We are not the ones standing here making sarcastic remarks."

After saying that, it turned into a breeze and dissipated.

Mother-in-law Huayu was left alone feeling melancholy. If you hadn't had such a mouth back then, I wouldn't have turned a blind eye and listened without hearing.

It's just that a hundred years later, it seems like you still don't understand.

Thinking that Huayu's mother-in-law was also walking out of the secret room and walking towards the north on crutches.

…

This big city has the advantages of a big city. For example, there is a Fangshi just a few streets away. It is completely different from a small town. There is only one Fangshi street when you walk around, and it is very inconvenient to buy and sell things.

Just like now, after Xu Changsheng and the two said goodbye to the old Taoist, they walked into a nearby market.

There weren't many people, and most of them were just picking and choosing. Xu Changsheng's hands felt itchy when he saw it. If he hadn't been on the road in time, he would have wished to set up a stall here for a few days, and enjoy the pleasure of being a baggage customer.

Most of the stalls on both sides were filled with miscellaneous items, such as elixirs, magic weapons, talismans, Taoist magic, and raw materials from elves. The two of them were dazzled by what they saw.

Among them, there was one shop with the most people crowding around. After Xu Changsheng and the others followed, they discovered that this shop actually sold wine worms.

The so-called wine worm is a kind of foreign spirit spawned by heaven and earth. If you put it in a bowl of water and soak it for a while, the water can turn it into fine wine. It can be said to be a rare fairy treasure.

After all, over the years, the immortal money spent on drinking is not a small amount. After all, which person who walks in the world can not drink? And which person who walks in the world does not have a story about drinking?

So even though this wine bug was not in good condition, it was still sold in this market for the price of a few red leaf coins. I believe that the reason why the monk did not send it to a place like Jubaozhai must be because he was reluctant to part with it.

"Passing money", after all, the more money you have, the more "passing money" you will get.

I just don’t know how the monk took away those red leaf coins in public.

There are thousands of magic techniques on the mountain. Saving one's life is not that simple, nor can it be solved by just putting a piece of skin on your face.

The two of them looked at it for a while and found that the price was still going up.

After visiting several markets in a row, Xu Changsheng finally squatted down in front of a shop.

The shop sells some paper.

There are various materials and specifications, and some papers have aura running on them, which is obviously the rare fairy paper.

The person looking after the shop was also a Confucian scholar in blue. He looked middle-aged and had a rather gentle look. When he saw Xu Changsheng squatting down, he took the initiative to put down the books in his hands and asked with a smile: "I wonder what category this fellow Taoist wants? You might as well say

He said, the shop is small and I still have a lot of things that I haven’t put out yet.”

The young man did not hide it vaguely, but openly pointed to the stack of light red rice paper that he had been looking at for a long time, and asked: "I wonder how you sell these papers, sir?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi smiled and picked up a piece of paper, flicked it with his finger, and the paper made a crisp sound.

"Sir, there is no need. Just call me Taoist friend. As for this piece of paper, since Taoist friend can take a fancy to it, he must also know the market price. This piece of paper is worth this amount."

The Confucian scholar smiled and stretched out his right hand with his fingers spread wide.

The young man with the sword tightened his grip and drew his sword, and shook his head. It was not that it was expensive, but that the shop owner really knew the goods and did not give Xu Changsheng any room to operate.

Since the left hand is the right hand, there is no oil or water at all

If not, forget it.

The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi had no intention of continuing to pull. Since Xu Changsheng didn't want it, he would just continue to wait for the next destined person. He was not angry and put it back with a smile. "If you really like it, fellow Taoist, I'll still do it."

There are a few of the same material, but the specifications are much smaller."

The young man's eyes lit up.

The Confucian scholar in green stretched out his hand and wiped it on his right hand. There were a few pieces of light red rice paper in his hand, but the size was indeed much smaller.
To be continued...