Early in the morning, a commercial road in the south of the Yangtze River was scorched with fog by the scorching heat, and a caravan was stopped by officials.
"Stay! What's for sale? Come down and check."
The officials who intercepted them were all tired, and they had obviously spent the night on this road. Surprisingly, there were two middle-aged men in Taoist robes behind this large group of officials. These two people do not mix with others, they just sit in the back meditating from a distance, sitting there regardless of the world.
The caravan steward hurriedly got off his horse, nodded his head and said, "Master, we came back from the north to sell the leather, and we are doing business separately. You can do it as you like."
As he spoke, he skillfully took out a purse fortress from his sleeve.
A look of greed flashed across the face of the official messenger leader. Just as he was about to reach out his hand to pick it up, he remembered something, and hesitated for a while. He secretly looked back at the two Taoists not far away, gritted his teeth and pushed the purse back. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing? You profiteers, who don't do business well on weekdays, where did you learn all these bribery methods? Get out!"
Said, he stretched out his hand and waved: "Check it for me!"
The person in charge had no choice but to follow behind the officials with a bitter face: "Hey, sir, if you tear it down slowly, you won't be able to sell it, sir."
The caravan pulled a row of carts. If they were all leather, the officials didn't find anything. The leader's face became more and more stinky. He turned his face and pointed to the last outrageous large carriage of the caravan. Said: "What's in there?"
The steward hurriedly said: "Go back to the official, that's our young master's car"
"Young master?" The leader sneered, "Why does the young master ride in such a big car by himself? The son and grandson of the dragon may not be able to put on such a big spectrum when they go out, get out of the way!"
The steward couldn't stop it, and a group of officials had already surrounded the ridiculously large carriage.
I saw that the leader took out a palm-length wooden sword from his bosom, and gestured up and down as if in the wind. His mouth was chattering like a big jump—everyone is no better than a monk. If you want to activate the spell yourself, you have to adjust The cipher text of the spell was recited out of the ground. If some spells were carved and not intended for use by mortals, the opening of the cipher text would not be left, and they could only be circulated among monks.
After a long while, the charm on the wooden sword was activated by him, and a green light flashed from the tip of the wooden sword, pointing straight in the direction of the carriage.
The leader was immediately excited and shouted: "There are indeed forbidden items in it! Open the door for me!"
The so-called "prohibited goods" are the magic spells that are sold privately on the black market.
There is a stipulation in the court that all the magic spells that enter the public must be reviewed and stamped by the Tianyan Department, otherwise there are those people with ulterior motives who buy some killing and arson spells, isn't it chaos
The regulations are of course reasonable, but in this way, when things enter the Tianyan place, it will take a year and a half to go up and down. Jidu was divided up by those dignitaries, royal family members and relatives, so that a real folk artifact could be sold at a sky-high price.
Those who sell banned items privately, the imperial court can't control the monks who are high and high, so they can only control the commoners, and they have set dead rules. Anyone who sells the forbidden items privately will be regarded as deceiving the king and rebelling. Nine tribes.
But even so, there are still repeated prohibitions on the black market smuggling and buying immortal artifacts. There are always desperate desperadoes who take risks in order to make huge profits. Money doesn't matter", is a haunted black market scalper of banned goods.
Some people say that this person has an official background and is a collusion between officials and bandits, and some people say that this person is simply a monk.
In recent years, there have been years of military disasters. Because the rebels carried a lot of banned goods in the black market, it was very hard for the court to quell the rebellion. Today, I hate these desperadoes who are desperate for money, and the investigation is getting more and more strict. Almost every business road was intercepted from time to time, and a group of experts from Tianyan Department were dispatched to cast their nets around.
The official commander gave an order, and the two monks behind him looked at each other and walked up - I saw that the car was really big, and it almost took up most of the official road. He raised his hand and opened the curtain of the car, and it happened that the person in the car raised his head.
It looked to be a young man in his twenties, half lying in the car lazily, dressed in luxurious clothes, holding a roll of books in his hand, and swept his eyes half-open, like a legendary Fox Immortal, the official leader was stunned for a while.
The inside of this car is even more luxurious than the outside. The heat is on top. There is ice in the car and a pot of crystal clear plum wine.
The young man who looked like a fox immortal saw the official leader, and immediately frowned, he covered his face with the book in his hand, and said angrily, "Where did this come from, shoot it out, it will make me ugly!"
This sentence scolded the leader who picked up the car curtain back, and the leader struggled to regain his stammering confidence: "Big, bold! You are carrying prohibited items, this is a matter of rebellion! Don't hurry. Quickly capture it?"
"Prohibited?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "You said this?"
I saw a strange ring between his slender fingers. The ring face was carved into a copper coin shape. The official hadn't yet seen what material this thing was. A white shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the square hole of the copper coin. The air became a bust of a young man. Such a thing was unheard of, and officials could not close their mouths.
Then the boy raised his hand expressionlessly and gave him a slap in the face, and this dissipated in the air as if contented.
The young man glanced condescendingly and said insincerely: "Oh, sir, I'm sorry, you are too close, this is not a forbidden item, I made it myself to play, to tell you the truth, I I'm worried too, I don't know how to add a few knives, at least let this baby talk to me - he'll slap people now."
The two Taoists who followed the official messenger finally spoke up, looked at the young man coldly and said, "Are you also a monk?"
The young man in the carriage didn't seem to hear it, arrogant, leaning on the soft couch, not even keeping his waist straight.
The official who was slapped by him covered his face and jumped three feet high: "Xianchang, I think this person is suspicious, maybe it's that 'money-making son'!"
The Taoist priest of Tianyan Department asked, "Dare to ask why this fellow Taoist has worked so hard to travel with the mortal motorcade?"
The young man said confidently: "I'm happy to do it."
The Taoist froze for a moment, took a deep breath, and then tentatively said, "Then dare to ask where this fellow Taoist is from?"
The youth sneered: "Why should I tell you—have you checked? Make way!"
The words of these two words fell, and the young man suddenly slapped the small table, and saw that a small sword flickered loomingly between his eyebrows, and then, an invincible sword intent rolled towards the two Taoists.
This person looks lazy as if he has no bones, but who knows that he is hidden, at least he has reached the point where Yuan is a sword and can be freely retracted.
The two Taoists who stopped the car were caught off guard, and hurriedly moved to the sides, not daring to meet their edge.
Although the two Taoists had practiced for hundreds of years, they did not dare to touch the bad head of this sword cultivator. The two looked at each other and backed away: "Offensive senior, please."
A sword cultivator can cultivate to this level, and a top-level expert should also give him three points. He must be as determined as an iron stone, and he can be an elder worshipped by thousands of people in any sect. A shameless thing
Xian Chang sent a message, and the people below had to follow it no matter how unwilling it was, but after a while, the official here was cleared out, and he even neatly packed up a dry leather garment for the caravan and sent them onwards.
After walking out for a while, the manager heaved a sigh of relief, and cautiously approached the car window, nodding slightly flatteringly and saying, "Speaking of how few people have checked this way, I didn't expect bad luck today, thanks to the young master himself. escort."
A sentence floated out of the car: "Boss Li, you're welcome. I'm also on the way. I'm really grateful. Just take care of me a little more in the future."
Boss Li hurriedly said: "Don't dare, it is we who take care of you, son."
At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the air, and I saw a mass of fire falling from the sky to the top of the carriage, with a "crash", a big girl was burned out.
I saw this girl with light eyebrows, almond eyes and melon face, very handsome, only the dress was very different from ordinary people - she had a bunch of colorful feathers in the back of her head, she looked beautiful from the front, and looked like a pheasant from the back!
She swept the stunned mortals around, clapped her hands and rolled over from the roof of the car, got into the car without saying hello, and called out, "Elder Brother, I'm here!"
The sword repairer in the car who pioneered the world and uniquely engaged in scalping with mortals is Yan Zhengming.
It has been a hundred years in the blink of an eye. At that time, Yan Zhengming took a junior brother, a junior sister and a Taoist boy across the East China Sea and traveled thousands of miles to Yan's house, only to see the devastated Yan family. Eight years ago, the Yan family was convicted and their home was raided. One party, calling the wind and calling the rain, now can only talk about the short and long with the withered grass on the grave.
They had no choice but to start a long period of ascetic cultivation for their home, robbed the demon cultivator's cave, entered the secret realm of no one, lingered in the black market of banned goods, and struggled in the cracks for a hundred years.
After all, there is a place for Sect Master Yan to regain the attention of his young master, but it is only the situation in the past two years.
The puddle had just flipped into the car and hadn't been seated yet, Yan Zhengming raised his hand, scattered her hair in the air, and patted all the feathers on her head, flying around, the puddle screamed: "Ah , my hair! I'm embarrassed!"
Yan Zhengming said: "I have no face to see people - what are you doing here, making a special trip to blind me?"
The grievances in the puddle picked up her chicken feathers, blew them off the ground, and took them back into their arms like a baby, and said, "There have been a lot of rumors recently in the middle of Shu. At first, they said that there was something left by a big devil, and then I heard it again. Said that there was a ghost repair over there, and now the second senior brother can't sit still and go first, let me run errands to tell you."
Yan Zhengming frowned upon hearing this. They had been looking for Han Yuan, who had no news of jumping into the sea back then, but there was no news. Every time they heard rumors about monsters, a few people would rush over to take a look. I feel very hopeless.
Yan Zhengming knew that this trip was futile, but he still had no choice. He sighed and drank the plum wine in the glass: "Let's go, and say goodbye to Boss Li."
In the middle of Shu, Mingming Valley.
As dawn was about to break, Cheng Qiancai excused Tang Zhen from being unwell, and sent Nian Mingming, who was enthusiastically discussing swordsmanship with him, away.
Nian Mingming doesn't use swords. Generally, people who look down and can't see their feet prefer shorter weapons because they are safer. I don't know why the Valley Master is so keen on this.
Cheng Qian felt that Niangu Lord might have a handsome young man in white clothes fluttering in his heart, so he was always fascinated by what he wanted.
Such as swords and waists.
He agreed to take a trip to the village where he was enshrined outside, Cheng Qian sent Nian Mingming and Tang Zhen away, and then returned to the extremely cold place where he had been in seclusion for fifty years, and took Tang Zhen out of his arms. The small group of past that was returned to him.
He knew that his body was dead, and he also knew that his soul had entered the Juling Jade by chance, and had been imprisoned in the Juling Jade for decades before being retrieved by Master Wenya.
Tang Zhen is a frank person. Back then, when he entered Ju Lingyu with Yuan, he took away his decades of life and death memories in front of Cheng Qian. Now he finally broke through the wall and can't wait to come back. The past is in his hands, but for a while, he felt a little timid about his nostalgia.
Over the years, Cheng Qian's brain has occasionally had some sporadic fragments, such as inexplicably feeling that he should have a sword in his hand, a bamboo forest where he lives, or an orchid scented Anxiang in his bedding, etc. Wait
The small group of memories that Tang Zhen returned to him was not strong, but it was never dim. Cheng Qian grabbed it and played with it over and over again, but he didn't see a single crack.
The pale white light looks cold, but it makes people feel very warm when held in the hand, especially in this icy world.
Cheng Qian suddenly took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and blinked away the frost that had condensed on his eyelashes for a while, his fingers loosened a little, and the wandering past memories were like a tired bird returning to its nest, more than the owner's. It sank into his eyebrows more urgently.
For a time, the boy's time finally roared after a hundred years of struggle to the death. He seemed to wake up from a big dream.
Swinging up, blue dragon down, holding frost blade, falling silver knife, epiphany on a deserted island, orchid on the collar of a senior brother, suffering in the spirit-gathering jade
Many kinds, not the past.
When Cheng Qian opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright. His eyes were sore and sour, and Bingtan had cultivated his heart as if it were still water, but he did not stop the return of a hundred years of longing and nostalgia.
No wonder Tang Zhen and Nian Mingming decided that he would leave when he went out to retrieve his memory.
Cheng Qian got up and walked to the edge of the ice pool. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The originally calm pool water suddenly swelled, forming an ice sword in the air and falling into his palm. The ground next to the ice pool is no less than a thousand-year-old ice. It is too hard, but it cannot resist the unparalleled sharpness of this ice sword.
Cheng Qian drew an extremely complicated spell beside the ice pool in one go. When the spell was completed, the ice sword was finally unbearable. It was agitated by his true essence, and it broke into several knots, scattered to the side, and slowly began to melt. Yes - the ice pool cold is sealed.
In order to prevent no one to guard the ice pool after he left, Cheng Qian's spell can seal the cold air for about ten or twenty years. If the old fat man can't draw the gourd like the same, he can come back in person to make up for it.
He has always been unwilling to neglect anyone who is kind to him.
When Cheng Qian left the Guzhu Pavilion, the grandparents who had come to ask for help the day before had already been sent back, and only one Nian Mingming looked at him with mixed emotions, as complex as marrying a daughter, and dipped his sleeves. Out of the corner of his eyes, he hummed and said, "I'm gone, but I don't know when I'll see you again."
Strangely hurting his eyes, Cheng Qian felt that it would be better to never see him again in the future.
Nian Mingming said again: "If something goes wrong outside the valley in the future, even if you come back, you won't have to live in the ice pool at that time. I will ask someone to clean up a cave for you."
Cheng Qian's heart softened abruptly, but before he could soften to the end, he heard the old fat man say again: "I have already told the disciples in the valley that if they are bullied when they go out to travel in the future, just report your name, little friend, if you want Hold on!"
Cheng Qian: ""
He turned around and left, intending to distance himself from this place immediately. That year, Mingming hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait, little friend, I even prepared a sword for you!"
Cheng Qian looked back, and immediately felt a flower in front of his eyes, so that he was not blinded - I saw that Nian Gu was holding a jeweled sword in his hand. The scabbard was covered with gold inlaid jade, and the gold inlaid jade was nothing , and inlaid with the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. The appearance of these four gentlemen is that one is richer than the other, and they are simply and rudely gathered together, like the four wealthy masters of Gong Xi Fa Cai.
The corner of Cheng Qian's mouth twitched, and he said politely, "The owner of the valley should keep it for himself."
Nian Mingming sighed, shook his head and said, "Oh, that's right, the little friend has gone through seven heavenly tribulations and is bound to become a great master. We are small households, and we really have nothing to do with it."
He didn't say a word, his hand was empty, and when he looked again, the rich master sword had been taken away by Cheng Qian, he said "thank you", and turned away with the sword, leaving a golden afterglow behind him. Shine in the sunny Mingming Valley.
Little Daotong stuck his head out from the door and said to Nian Mingming, who smiled brightly, "Master Gu, is Elder Youtan leaving?"
"Let's go," Nian Mingming said cheerfully, and suddenly sighed in his heart, "Alas, these capable people are just going to call the wind and call the wind outside and experience the wind and rain, and we have a good life and nothing else, so we have to enjoy it in the back. Enjoy the happiness - child, what's the matter?"
"Oh," said Daotong in a flat tone, "I just came to tell you that little uncle is running away again!"
Nian Mingming: ""
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