In the west of Ershan, there are rumors that there are strongmen and bandits.
In fact, this mountain is not big, and the terrain is not complicated. It is a patchwork of large and small hills.
In the mountainous Pingzhou, such a mountain may not even have a name, just because the terrain of Yuzhou is flat, so this mountain looks very conspicuous.
People from Yedian said that mountain bandits once occupied Ershan in the west, but that was many years ago.
When the world is in great chaos, there are bandits everywhere. But after the world is settled, it is no longer feasible to use the Ershan Mountain in the west as a bandit village. In summer, the mountains are densely forested, which can still cover the body. In winter, everything withers and everything is bare.
There is no natural danger, no dense forest, not even a larger cave. As soon as the officers and soldiers came, it was almost a quagmire.
Ximian Ershan was abandoned by the "heroes in the green forest".
Although there are no beasts in the mountains, but the weasel, wild fox, Ye Xiao and the like are not easy to mess with, so except for the woodcutter who chops wood, no one enters the mountain on weekdays.
However, every few months, there is a faint light of fire in Ershan in the west.
When I went to see it during the day, I could only pick up some used torches in the mountains.
Ghosts don't need torches, and things like Hu Daxian and Huang Daxian don't. Only people can use torches.
But who would surreptitiously gather in the mountains? So some daring and stunned youths ran into the mountains and squatted, wanting to find out, but they were beaten by Jianghu people and returned home in a dreadful manner.
The common people don’t understand what Jianghu is. To them, in addition to heroes, they are strongmen and bandits. Those who go into the mountains in the middle of the night and beat people are definitely not good people, so the saying that there are strongmen in the mountains in the west has become popular again.
However, these Jianghu people just set up stalls, selling some gadgets, and dispersed at dawn. People from the government have come several times without seeing the so-called mountain bandits.
Now the common people dare not talk about this in the open. Some people insist on believing that there are strong men in the mountains, while others disagree. No matter what kind of person they are, they subconsciously avoid the mountain in the west, and they will never enter the mountain unless it is absolutely necessary.
It just so happened that Mo Li was looking for an inaccessible place to sew clothes, and came to Ershan in the west.
Halfway through, I also met the monk Yuanzhi. This monk has a very high cultivation level. He was hidden by the side, and the ink carp could not find it in time. This made Doctor Mo vigilant and realized that the wilderness was unsafe, and he couldn't call Meng Qi's name at the gerbil, and he couldn't let the gerbil's temperament change into a human if he wanted to.
Anyway, you have to find a hidden place that can block the sight of the surrounding prying eyes.
After looking for it, I saw this valley.
There are mountain walls on all sides, and you can see far when you climb high. The valley is relatively flat, with only some sparse trees.
The mountain walls are covered with vines, and there are dwarf trees in the gaps between the rocks, which cover the caves tightly. It's a good place! Mo Li carried the gerbil into the cave on the stone wall. Whatever Meng Qi changed, the gerbil fat baby could do anything, even without clothes.
result-
Who would have thought there was a ghost city in this valley
The ghost market does not refer to a market where ghosts are haunted, but a market that only appears at night and sells some things that ordinary shops do not sell.
The ghost city is hard to see, which is related to its origin.
There has to be a group of people who have things in their hands that cannot be exchanged for money at the pawnshop, and another group of people who are willing to spend money to buy them. Only then can a ghost market be formed.
Meng Qi looked at the cloth in his hand and couldn't help but say, "That... Doctor, let's go down and have a look?"
Let's not waste the muslin, let's see if we can buy clothes.
Mo Li silently put away the needle, thread and cloth.
- Dragon veins are not omnipotent.
Whether it is the genius doctor who hung the pot to help the world, or the teacher Meng Guo who helped open up the prosperous rivers and mountains, he still can't make a decent dress.
Meng Qi, who had no clothes to wear, honestly turned into a gerbil, and let the ink carp carry it into his arms, and then the ink carp quietly slipped down the stone wall with his luggage on his back, and went in another direction. into the crowd.
From the top of the stone wall, the fire was shining brightly, but when I stood in front of the booth, I felt that the light was still not bright enough.
For most people, the things on the booths have to be squatted down and brought in front of them to see clearly.
The people who set up the stalls are all Jianghu people with bad tempers. Unlike ordinary temple fairs, you can take the goods in your hands and play with them. If you touch them, you may get into trouble if you don’t buy them. , do not ask price easily.
Mo Li had a clear goal and went directly to the stall selling the blood clothes of the disciples of the Spring Mountain Sect.
The stall owner was a rough middle-aged man with a messy beard, and his face was blackened with furnace ashes. If he wanted to do this kind of business, he was afraid of revealing his identity.
Although he shouted hard, there were many people watching the excitement, and there was no one who was really dizzy and wanted to cheat with blood clothes. The middle-aged man was worried when he suddenly saw the ink carp walking straight towards this side, and his eyes suddenly widened. Bright.
"This young hero... no, this young man, do you want a blood coat?"
"Is there any clothes that are not stained with blood?"
Mo Li did not hide his appearance, even though it was dark at night, he was still very conspicuous when he approached the torch.
In the ghost market of Jianghu people, the real famous and famous masters will basically not come, because the things here are garbage in the eyes of the masters.
The stall owner who sells blood clothes naturally does not regard Mo Li as a mysterious expert. He looked up and down at Mo Li, rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice, "There are clean clothes, one according to your son's stature? This way? There are also matching Chunshan Sect disciple waist cards, which add up to a total of five taels of silver."
As he said that, he raised his sleeves, and there was a faint sign flickering in front of Mo Li's eyes, and the stall owner quickly took it back.
"If you don't say it, I won't say it. No one will know about it." The stall owner said with a smile.
Fifty taels of silver is not a small amount anymore, this is the price temporarily added by the stall owner.
Whoever makes Mo Li look different from those poor Jianghu people.
He was calculating the ink carp, and it happened that the ink carp was also playing his mind.
Doctor Mo thought very simply, the so-called blood robes of the disciples of the Spring Mountain Sect were definitely not true.
Mo Li had met Song Ya, the elder of the Chunshan faction before, and he had heard a lot about this sect. The Chunshan Sect had many disciples, acted arrogantly, and made many enemies. Originally a good sect, just because both the elders and the disciples liked to engage in sectarianism, the poison-purifier and the gu-cultivator became an existence that disdains the righteous way and does not recognize the devil's way. It can be said that the reputation is rotten, and the stall owner has done a very clever business.
However, the Chunshan faction is rich, powerful, and protects its shortcomings.
The ghost market is full of ordinary Jianghu people, and the stall owners are no exception. He couldn't really kill a Spring Mountain sect disciple, and then came to sell the blood clothes. This was not a business, it was his own death.
The clothes are fake, and the imprints of the Spring Mountain Sect disciples on the clothes are also fake.
A person who can forge the standard clothes of the big sect can also make clothes!
"How much is it for you to make a dress?" Mo Li asked seriously.
The stall owner's eyes flashed and he refused: "I only have the clothes of the disciples of the Chunshan School here. They are genuine, you can leave if you don't buy them."
On the surface, he sells blood clothes, but in fact, his real business is to help others pretend to be disciples of the big sect to cheat food and drink.
But he was also afraid of causing trouble. The souvenirs and badges sold by other companies were all genuine goods that were accidentally lost, but what he was doing was a long-term business, as long as there was a ghost market, he would set up a stall. If someone wears the clothes he sold and goes out to kill and set fire, and frame the disciples of the big sects, he will be in big trouble.
"I've got some fabrics, I'm going to use them right away, just sewing clothes and nothing else."
As the ink carp spoke, he took out the cut fabric from his suitcase.
The stall owner choked up when he saw it.
Of course, this is not the standard clothing of the disciples of the major sects. Whose disciples wear muslin cloths for a few taels of silver? Jinfeng Villa, the richest force in the arena, is not so lavish!
But how can anyone go to the ghost market to make people sew clothes? Can't you just find a tailor's shop
Unless this dress is going to appear in some important place, and someone has to trace the origin of this dress-
The stall owner took seven or eight turns in his heart, thinking about the possibility of countless conspiracies, and finally gritted his teeth: "Young master is joking, I'm just a blood-seller, not a tailor."
Mo Li wanted to say more, and suddenly felt the gerbil in his arms pat his heart with his claws.
The gerbil is very helpless. Hiring people to make clothes is an idea, but this is a ghost market! The things that are sold are not sourced, or they are not visible!
Taking advantage of the night, the gerbil quietly stuck out its head, then arched its body and pointed the ink carp in the direction.
At first, the ink carp didn't understand the meaning of the gerbil, and it was so fluffy and itchy. Fortunately, in his eyes, the night was no different from the daytime. When he glanced at it, he saw a few sets of clothes on a stall in the distance.
The stall owner didn't shout, so Mo Li didn't pay attention at first.
Now that the fat mouse has instructed, Mo Li raised his feet and walked over there.
Unlike the stall owner who sells blood clothes, there are people who are negotiating prices with the stall owner one after another.
The sales in the ghost market are very special. The price is not discussed publicly, and everyone whispers or gestures in a low voice, and no one except the stall owner and the buyer can see it. Those who know how to do it can buy things at the right price, and those who don’t know will be blackmailed.
The clothes on the booth were very miscellaneous, ranging from rich family members' external-style satin robes, to Su embroidered brocades that the sons and brothers liked to wear, and even low-grade official robes, with various hats and boots, old and new, piled up in sets.
These days, shops that sell clothes will not sell hats, and shops that sell hats will never sell boots.
What kind of hats are worn by people of any status, and even the shops that sell them are different. For an ordinary person who wants to pretend to be a scholar of fame and fame, it is extremely difficult to buy formal clothes for an official. But if you get it, it means great convenience.
After Mo Li understood what was going on, he immediately put aside the half-old clothes with suspicious origins, and only looked at the new clothes that had not been starched.
There are very few such clothes, and they are not complete sets. They are either ugly in embroidery or in strange colors. They are like ready-to-wear clothes that cannot be sold in shops.
- Ordinary bright clothes will fade in three to five years even if they are not put into the water. They cannot be hoarded for a long time.
Having said that, these are too surprising.
The ink carp struggled in a robe with a color that seemed to overturn the sauce jar, a white robe with colorful toads embroidered on its chest, a blinding pine green satin embroidered with pink peach, and a dyed and stained robe. Choose among the bright red robes.
I especially want to take out the fat rat and let it choose by itself with its paws.
Gerbil: "… "
Gerbils don't want to choose either.
The gerbil watched helplessly as Doctor Mo took the bright red robe and went to bargain with the stall owner.
Bright red is commonly known as colorful purple and red, which is extremely bright.
Meng Qi wondered why some men made robes of this color.
Moreover, the cloth of this robe was not dyed properly in the dyeing workshop, and the color was uneven. It might not have been obvious at first. As the clothes were stored for a long time, part of the bright red faded to pink.
Meng Qi wanted to emphasize that in the eyes of others, the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty was already eighty-seven years old.
How could an eighty-seven-year-old national teacher wear such a robe!
However, after glancing at the staff's robes and multicolored toad robes on the booth, as well as the red and green clothes that looked like a playboy, Fat Mouse silently lowered his head and looked at his short claws, regretting that he hadn't learned to sew clothes earlier.
The stall owner unexpectedly gave a fair price, and at first glance, he wanted to sell the dress.
He accepted Mo Li's money, and even complimented him in a very good mood: "Young master is a talented person and has a good vision."
The fat rat can't tell the pain.
The ink carp was thoughtful.
"Does your son buy a knife? A good knife is not damaged at all."
The people from the stall next to them immediately came over to solicit business, probably because the ink carp was not like the old fritters in the rivers and lakes. They bought such ugly clothes and did not bargain with the stall owner, so they gave the money directly (the other people could not see how much they gave, only if they did not You go back and forth with me to negotiate the price), especially like taking advantage of the head.
"No, buy my sword, it's a good thing stolen from Kong Kongmen, and it's inlaid with pearls."
Another vendor who sold weapons couldn't hold back, and jumped out and said, "What kind of knife is he? Eighty percent of the time he picked it up from a pile of corpses. saw him."
"Nonsense, this is the weapon I replaced. I got a better knife a while ago, and this one is no longer needed."
"Oh, with a rolled-up knife, how dare you say it's not damaged?"
"You're a bad rule! The ghost market is willing to buy and see, fight and suffer, which one is talking too much?"
The two scolded and scolded and simply copied the swords they were selling and fought.
Immediately, someone applauded and gathered around to watch the fun.
Mo Li took advantage of the chaos to escape, quietly returned to the cave, and put the fat mouse on the bright red robe.
"Put on."
Concise and concise.
The gerbil opened its jet-black eyes, tiptoed its hind limbs, and stretched out its claws to cover the luggage.
I want to continue sewing.