Chapter 139 First visit to Kyoto

There was a little white fish belly in the sky, and there was still a little morning mist on the official road, and people were coming and going.

Most of these people go to the market in the city, they are ordinary mortals, and being busy with their own lives.

Yang Fan was wearing a Confucian robe and had a slightly pale face. He followed the few farmers beside him carrying bags and carrying baskets along the official road and headed towards Kyoto City.

There was a donkey in front of him carrying a batch of dry firewood. The owner was a strong man with a big and thick appearance. He looked back at Yang Fan and opened his voice loudly:

"Little scholar, I see that you are weak and unsteady in walking. You are not as good as those of us, so why not do it on our donkey cart?"

Yang Fan understood his kindness and nodded: "Then I'm not polite."

"Hey, I'll pull you up!"

The strong man smiled, stopped the donkey, and reached out to Yang Fan.

"Thank you."

Yang Fan felt that his hands were very rough, so he leveraged his strength and rushed up and sat next to the strong man.

"Huh? I didn't expect that you are quite agile."

The strong man was a little surprised and started chatting with Yang Fan casually.

Yang Fan sat on the rough pile of firewood and felt a little hard and cold, especially the donkey cart was still bumping on the road.

The strong man beside him was as if nothing had happened, but he just worked at home for a long time. In addition, he was sweating a little, so he simply took off his upper clothes.

As a result, the two people on the donkey cart became a little weird.

The former is a vulgar man with a naked upper body and a big head; the latter is a handsome, gentle and gentle scholar.

The mortals around all looked at the two with strange eyes, and even pointed at them.

"Hmph, what are you looking at? Be careful that I've dug your eyes."

The strong man glared at his eyes and his arms raised. When several nearby farmers saw him, they showed a look of fear and restrained him a little.

Yang Fan laughed in his heart. Sitting on the pile of firewood in the donkey cart, riding the cold wind, the mortals around him were chattering, but they had a different experience.

"Brother, noble surname." Yang Fan asked.

"My name is Zhang Sanniu, you can call me Sanniu." The strong man smiled honestly.

"Three Niu?" Yang Fan thought softly and suddenly remembered the iron Niu next door to Wuliu Town. That guy has learned a good martial arts now, and maybe he will get married soon.

"Brother Sanniu, I just came to Kyoto. I would like to ask you for advice if you have something to do."

Yang Fan began to ask him what he cared about.

After a while, a majestic city appeared in front of him. At this time, the sun was slightly dewed, the sky was dyed red, and the setting sun reflected from the other side of the city, adding a bit of solemnity to this ancient capital.

This is the outer city of Kyoto. The walls are more than ten feet high and are made of hard stone, leaving some traces of the wind and rain on them.

When you reach the city gate, the road gradually widens.

At this time, the city gate was wide open, and eight soldiers guarding the city stood on each side, wearing iron armor and holding spears, with a flash of cold light and sharp eyes.

When Sanniu's donkey cart walked to the front of the gate, two soldiers stopped him.

"Two cents." One of the soldiers said coldly.

"It actually costs so much... I just asked for a penny a few days ago." Sanniu complained.

"Hmph, a few days ago, you came into the city with firewood alone. Today you transported a truckload of firewood and another person. How can a penny be enough?"

Another veteran smiled and obviously knew Sanniu.

"All right."

Sanniu reluctantly took out two cents and muttered in a low voice: "I can't even sell this truck of firewood..."

Yang Fan saw these scenes, but he looked smiling and said nothing.

After entering the city, Yang Fan slowly started talking to Sanniu.

"By the way, Brother Sanniu, do you know where 'Hanyuan Mountain' is?" Yang Fan asked calmly.

"Hanyuan Mountain? It is the most famous scenic spot in Kyoto. I heard that the mountain is very strange. There is a temple on it called "Qingyuan Temple". After you enter the city, you can ask anyone you can know its place..."

"Will you die? Qingyuan Temple?"

Yang Fan's face showed a strange look.

Hanyuan Mountain, Hanyin Mountain?

Yang Fan always felt strange, but he didn't ask too much. Anyway, there is still four or five months left before the one-year appointment of "Hanyuan Mountain", and during this period, Yang Fan still has enough time.

"Let's find out the situation in Kyoto first."

Yang Fan thought to himself.

As far as he knows, there are also many immortal cultivation forces in Kyoto, Yuyang Country. The most famous one is the four major immortal cultivation families in Kyoto.

Among them, the Yang family in Kyoto can even be regarded as half of Yang Fan's enemy. Therefore, this time I came to Kyoto, it was not a simple tryst, but there were still many things he needed to do.

After walking for a while, the streets became more and more prosperous and lively. Yang Fan said goodbye to Sanniu. Before leaving, Yang Fan gave him a few taels of silver.

Sanniu looked at the silver in his hand, stunned for a moment, bit his teeth, and said ecstaticly: "I have met a noble person now."

When he looked back, he had lost the trace of the scholar before.

...

Yang Fan shuttled through the streets shoulder to shoulder, and unknowingly entered the omniscient mode.

At this moment, he was part of the crowd of thousands of people, but he did not touch anyone while walking, as if he was wandering outside the world.

The mortals around him ignored his behavior, as if they were normal.

When he arrived at a certain place, Yang Fan's keen senses suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy.

He looked sideways and found a circle of people around the roadside, with a sign in the middle:

Suppress evil spirits and exorcises ghosts.

Next to the sign was a table, and an old man in rags held a stack of talisman paper in his hand and shouted: "Suppress evil spirits and exorcises ghosts, one or two silver pieces."

Next to the old man was a handsome young man, holding a talisman pen in his hand and drawing talismans on the table.

Yang Fan's eyes first froze on the boy.

"Draw the talisman?"

Yang Fan became interested. The fluctuations of spiritual energy he felt just now came from the boy's talisman pen.

At this moment, there were some sweat beads on the boy's forehead, but his eyes were extremely bright and the talisman in his hand was extremely smooth. The pen was as follows: snakes and dragons were used, and it was completed in one go, outlining a complete formation.

When the pen was finished, the boy lifted his hand and was extremely elegant, with only a little bit of spiritual energy leaking out.

“The heat is good!”

Yang Fan sighed in his heart and simply walked up to watch.

Yang Fan didn't know much about the talisman refining, which was far inferior to the two elixirs and medical skills.

However, he was in the Yangjiabao Immortal Cultivation Family and had much better experience than ordinary casual cultivators. Just by looking at it, he knew that this young man had attainments far surpassed his peers in talisman refining.

Then, Yang Fan's eyes fell on the ragged old man, showing a slight surprise.

This ragged old man is actually a cultivator who has perfected Qi cultivation.

With his cultivation level, how could he become so much that he would draw talismans on the street and sell money?

While Yang Fan was looking at the two of them, the ragged old man glanced at Yang Fan, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes, and he also saw his identity as an immortal cultivator.

It turned out that Yang Fan had maintained his cultivation level in the middle stage of Qi Refining on the surface, and he could not have entered Kyoto as a mortal.

"Suppress evil spirits and exorcises ghosts, one or two silver patterns!"

The ragged old man continued to shout, glanced at Yang Fan, pretending that he didn't see it.

"One tael of silver, this is too expensive..."

Some mortals around him who were unknown were shouting.

"Hmph, my talisman paper is an immortal talisman, made of special materials. It not only can suppress evil and exorcise ghosts, but also stick it in the room, so as to calm the mind and rest assured..." The ragged old man said leisurely.

"That's right, Cheng Laoxian is a famous ghost hunter in Kyoto. Last time the 'Yanwang Mansion' was haunted, so I asked Cheng Laoxian to take action and it would be effective immediately."

"Is this true?"

"Is there still fake? Otherwise, how could it be worth a price of one or two silver coins? Anyone who has bought this talisman will work."

Most of the mortals present actually respected and trusted the ragged old man.

Yang Fan looked surprised and said to himself: "Will this old immortal Cheng fool the people and harm living beings like Hu Banxian from Wuliu Town?"

However, the cultivation level of the old immortal Cheng is obviously much stronger than that of Hu Banxian, and the aura on his body is relatively peaceful.

"I'll buy one or two silvers, I'll try it."

Yang Fan became interested, walked to the boy and said with a smile.
To be continued...