Zhao Ge

Chapter 13: Zongmenhui City

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That's probably what a fairy should look like.

Looking down at the vicissitudes of life, turning the backhand to overwhelm the world.

For the first time, Shen Changge yearned for immortals.

It's a pity that after that time, when Bailishu returned to Jiuxuanmen, he entered the closed state again. Counting carefully, Bailishu joined Jiuxuanmen for 19 years, and most of them are in retreat.

The disciples of the Jiuxuanmen who are above the ninth floor are in a state of "knowing the name but not knowing the face" of this famous senior brother.

Amidst the thoughts, the closed door opened, and a thin young man in a white robe walked out.

"Waiting."

Baili Shu nodded slightly and said softly.

Shen Changge quickly shook his head: "I came early. Brother, shall we go now?"

"Let's go." Baili Shu flicked his sleeves, and the door behind him closed silently. He glanced at Shen Changge and motioned him to lead the way.

Shen Changge was not surprised either. With Senior Brother Baili's temperament of retreating all the year round, it's normal not to know where the market is.

As Shen Changge, he is not yet qualified to walk side by side with the big brother of Jiuxuanmen. Although Baili Shu seems indifferent to these, Shen Changge still walks half a step behind him while introducing the market of Jiuxuanmen.

In fact, every peak and vein has its own small market, which is open every day. But this time Shen Changge invited Baili Shu to go to the entire Zongmen's fair, once a month, in a narrow and flat valley at the junction of Xuanshuang Peak and Xuance Peak.

Xuanshuang Peak... Xuan Ce Peak...

Bailishu is not surprised why the city is located at the junction of these two places.

Xuanshuangfeng has always been responsible for the sect's business in the world and the tribute paid by the dynasty. Xuancefeng is the most sensitive eyes and ears of the sect. More than two-thirds of the missions in the task hall are given by Xuancefeng. rank.

"Generally, the chief disciples of all peaks will go to Zongmen Huishi..." Shen Changge suddenly paused as he spoke.

The relationship between the disciples of all peaks and veins is not all very harmonious, there are many people like him who don't like each other with Hezhou. Therefore, this nominal Zongmen meeting is actually a time for private competition among disciples from various peaks and veins. And the chief disciples of each peak and branch are all proud masters, and now that Bailishu is gone, that group of people may not be peaceful.

Baili Shu glanced at him indifferently: "Don't worry too much."

He was just like the one who took back the "Three Profound Emperors Picture" at Biyong Pavilion that day, his tone was calm, and there was no trace of joy or anger in his voice, but it clearly gave people a feeling that he had his own plans for everything. .

Shen Changge was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "It's the younger brother who is worrying too much, so naturally senior brother Baili won't worry about this."

Those guys in the Zongmen are nothing more than geniuses, and Senior Brother Baili is a genius.

Bailishu took Shen Changge's thoughts to the bottom, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at his pale and bloodless hand quietly, the veins on the almost transparent back of his hand could be seen very clearly. Under the flesh, in the blood-flowing tendons, the latent poison is spreading outward every moment, like a thin paper-like blade cutting silently.

He moved his hands and put his pale fingertips into his sleeves.

Although the valley where Zongmenhui City is located is narrow and long, its area is not small, about the size of a small city in the world. There is a piece of bluestone at the mouth of the valley, and there is a letter: "A thousand pieces of gold are hard to find in a single thought, and there is a destiny to come to the world." The handwriting is chic and elegant. Entering it, there are hundreds of rows of Lingling locust trees, houses without walls, and small shops under the trees, where all the disciples will meet, each holding the things they need for cultivation, and buying and selling.

The moment he stepped into the city, the noise of people rushed towards his face, and Baili Shu was slightly stunned for a moment.

He suddenly remembered the scene of the temple fair that he once heard a servant say: "Passing one after another, the sound of people, the sound of gongs and drums, and the road blocked by cars and horses."

In the room where the fragrance of sandalwood does not dilute the smell of medicine, he lies on the sickbed, quietly listening to the servants outside the window talking about the hustle and bustle of the temple fair. The way of walking. Those people were talking about Yueling Nongsang, but they didn't know that a commercial route thousands of miles away was about to be cut off, and they didn't know how much the price of tea in the market would drop by a few cents after the commercial route was cut off.

They lived ignorantly, but bustling with each other.

Now it was him who stepped into the commotion himself.

"Brother, we're here."

Bailishu's strangeness was only for a moment, and Shen Changge didn't notice it.

Baili Shu responded in a low voice, collected his thoughts, and walked in.

He didn't come to this market to buy and sell things, so he didn't go fast all the way. Shen Changge was so happy that Baili Shu walked slowly, following behind him along the way, explaining some rules of this city in a low voice from time to time. Because this is a transaction between disciples, in fact, there are not many real genius treasures, but they are more practical.

The two of them didn't feel much, but everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

"Senior Brother, that person shouldn't be Senior Brother Shen, right?"

Under a relatively low locust tree, a disciple of Xuan Ce's sect who looked a bit slack in gray clothes was shocked, and stretched out his hand to grab the dozing young man beside him.

The young man whom he called "senior brother" had a belt badge symbolizing the disciples of the inner sect hung on his waist, and the cuffs were embroidered with the phoenix bird. Hearing what the younger brother said, without raising his eyelids, he said in a long voice: "Senior Brother Shen is Senior Brother Shen, he has something to do with us. Don't be lazy, you brat, just watch the shop for me."

"No, how can Senior Brother Shen's over-the-top personality..." The gray-clothed disciple couldn't find an adjective for a while, "Hey, senior brother, have you ever seen Senior Brother Shen lead the way? And all kinds of... Hmm... busy before and after?"

"Um?!"

The young man stood up abruptly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Boy, did you get knocked out of your head by someone from Qianmai and started talking nonsense? Leading the way? Busy work? Shen Changge?"

"Look for yourself!" The gray-clothed disciple couldn't believe his eyes, so he simply pointed at a place and let the lazy young man look at it for himself.

Looking in the direction of the gray-clothed disciple's finger, the young man rubbed his eyes, and after a while, he said something: "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

Obliquely in front of them, the chief disciple of Qianmai, who always had a smirk on his face, had a high self-esteem, and had a cruel and venomous mouth, was turning his head sideways and saying something to a young man in white clothes. Honor swears, the smile on Shen Changge's face this time is absolutely sincere.

"wrong!"

The young man suddenly realized something, he stared at the thin young man standing beside Shen Changge.

"That's... that's..."