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Chapter 28: There are strange people in the mountains

In the deep mountains, in front of the thatched hut, under the weeping willows, a middle-aged man was making a pillow with one arm and holding a pot in the same hand, drinking wine, while chanting: "The setting sun shines through the ages, and drunkenness relieves the sorrow. The wind is not the wind at that time, and the rain is not the rain at that time, only a petal of the heart is left." While drinking, he fell asleep as if drunk. The breeze blew around him with the sound of chanting. It started drizzling. The willow branches danced gently, and the drizzle was lingering. What a sad scene.

The wind kept blowing, the rain kept falling underground, the willow branches kept shaking, and the whole person seemed to be asleep in drunkenness. I don’t know how long it took, but the man suddenly opened his eyes, and a gust of wind blew, a gust of rain blew, and the willow branches flew like long hair dancing. The next moment, the man suddenly waved his sleeves and stood up leisurely, and the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The willow twigs suddenly became like the long hair of a beautiful woman when she was quiet.

But after the wind and rain, the man's body was not covered with dust.

The man suddenly smiled mysteriously, waved his long sleeves again, and disappeared leisurely.

The master and apprentice drove the carriage and flew in the sky for an hour. The disciples didn't know how far they had flew. However, their beautiful mood had not been reduced by half, and they were always intoxicated by the clouds and mists of the mountains. The carriage seemed to follow the owner's wishes and ran leisurely.

I don’t know how long it took, but the master’s eyebrows suddenly swelled.

The next moment, the carriage in the air suddenly stood still; a middle-aged man in black and white clothes suddenly appeared in front of the carriage out of thin air.

I saw this man with a slightly longer face, thick eyebrows, and his eyes were neither big nor small. The only thing that made him look a little rough was his beard. The beard was on his pointed chin, just like he had just shaved yesterday, but it grew quickly today, and it was as firm as a thorn, making people want to shave him all at first glance.

I saw the visitor, the long clothes gently stimulating in the wind, and looked at the master and apprentice with a serious face.

The master smiled and looked very cunning; the apprentice looked at the stranger in front of him with a little curiousness; the three of them looked at this strangely without saying a word.

After a while, the stranger suddenly had his expression melted, and he laughed and said, "Brother Ziyue, I haven't seen him for many years, and I'm still so free."

Ziyue also laughed and said, "Brother Yi, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so fond of drinking like life?"

Then, the two of them laughed several times, making the apprentice confused.

After the crazy laughter, Ziyue smiled generously and said, "Lai Ying'er, Master, will you introduce to you, this old friend who is the master, is drunk and drunk, Yichangyang, and is called Uncle Yi."

"Hello Uncle Yi!" Ying'er smiled obediently.

"Hello Ying'er, good Ying'er!" Yi Canyang hurriedly replied.

The three of them were having a good time. Before the two seniors could speak, Ying'er said again: "Uncle Yi, are you a veteran who has lived for tens of thousands of years like my master?"

"Old fried dough?" Yi Canyang was asked inexplicably, and looked at the innocent and serious little girl suspiciously for a while. He looked at Ziyue next to her and saw that Ziyue's face was full of meaningful smiles. Yi Canyang suddenly realized and laughed: "Ying'er, don't you think Uncle Yi looks like a thousand-year-old fried dough?"

"Well, it's not like it." Ying'er said naively: "It's far worse than my master!"

"Ah—" Yi Canyang "Ah" for a long time, and finally continued, "Hahaha! It's really impossible to compare with this ten thousand-year-old fried dough stick!"

Ziyue, who had not spoken, shook her eyebrows intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a calm smile: "Brother Yi, you suddenly appeared out of thin air and stopped me. Could it be that you just want to entertain old friends like this?"

"Brother Ziyue was joking. He really met an old friend and forgot it. Since that's the case, follow me into the humble room and drink a glass of turbid wine." After Yi Canyang finished speaking, without waiting for Ziyue to agree, he slowly flew downwards towards the depths of the thick fog in the mountains.

Ziyue followed him by car; three people, two horses, and one car, as ethereal as a painting, just like a god descending.

The four of Gu Arc, the Moon, the Frost of the Night Mo Xue, and Jian Moxue all the way westward, seeing more and more white bones. Judging from the weapons flowing down, they are all masters in the world. While the four of them looked more and more serious, they involuntarily slowed down their flight speed, and their vigilance became stronger and stronger. It seemed that danger was wandering around them at any time.

But as we walked westward, we finally saw the increasingly purple sky ahead. Several people became more and more excited, and their vigilant hearts relaxed a lot.

Except for Jian Moxue, the three of them looked at each other and smiled. Ye Yue Hanshuang said, "So quickly!" Suddenly, a few whizzing sounds, and four people shot out like arrows from the string.

The fast horse was flying, three white horses were running on the wide avenue, heading towards Fengyang City like a flash of horses.

"We're finally coming to Fengyang!" The closer the target, Yan Ruyu's heart became more and more anxious. He always felt that something big would happen in the past few days, and was eager to finish the matter and rush back to Shenzhou City.

After rushing for another period, the three of them saw Fengyang City Gate from afar, with four big characters "Fengyang West Gate" written on it; at this moment, the three of them had slowed down and were mixed in the crowds heading to Fengyang City.

Although Yan Ruyu was anxious, she also observed the surroundings and listened to everyone's words.

I heard someone say, "The young master of the Li family got married a few days ago, and the show was so big!"

Someone said, "Do you know, Old Man Wang is so happy recently. I heard that his ten chickens had laid double yolk eggs for several days!"

Someone said, "Business is really difficult to do recently. It is often hard to make a day and you can get a meal."

Eight out of ten are all topics that make Yan Ruyu feel irrelevant after hearing this.

However, when he walked into the city gate, the conversation between the two gangsters made him straighten his ears.

"By the way, have you heard of a secret auction recently?" a man said in a silence.

"Secret auction?" Another man said in a whispering confusion: "I only know that Qi Yuncheng will hold a large auction in Fengyang City recently."

"Hey, this cannot be said to be a brother who is not familiar with me. I heard from a brother from the black market. He accidentally said it when he got drunk last time."

"Black market? I haven't heard of it."

"It is the first time I heard of it. It is said that the items sold in that place are of great value, and they are all legendary treasures. They usually barter, or help sellers do things, kill people and set fires, or even sell themselves for many years."

"There are also auctions like this? But I don't know where?"

"I don't know, but I don't know. I heard that I need to enter there for some special identity verification. My brother from the black market has been in trouble for more than ten years."

"What a pity, these black market people are really mysterious in their work."

Yan Ruyu followed the two into the city. When she heard this, she parted ways and said in her heart: "What a pity!"
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