Chapter 50:

Early in the morning, a commercial road in the south of the Yangtze River was fogged by the scorching heat, and a caravan on the way was intercepted by officials.
"Stop! What's on sale? Come down and check."
Their official positions were all worn out, apparently they had already squatted on the road for a long time, and strangely, this group of official positions was followed by two middle-aged men in robes. The two did not mingle with other people, they only meditated far behind, sitting there regardless of the world.
The caravan manager immediately came to Malay and nodded and said, "Official grandfather, we came back from the north and sold. All our business is our own business. You can do it conveniently ..."
Talking, he skillfully found a purse fortress from his sleeve.
The officer's head flashed with greed on his face, and he was about to reach out, then thought of something, and hesitated again, secretly looking back at the two Taoists who could not see far away, gritted his teeth and pushed the wallet back. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What? You treacherous businessmen, do not do business well on weekdays, where do you learn these many methods of bribery? Get off!"
After speaking, he reached out and waved, "Check me!"
The steward had to face the officials behind him bitterly: "Well, Grandpa, slow down ... It's not easy to sell the Grandpa if you break it ..."
The caravan pulled a row of carts. If they said they were all leather, the officials did not turn out anything, and the leader's face became more and more stinky. He turned his face and pointed to the last outrageous carriage of the caravan. "What's pulling inside?"
The steward busy said: "Return to Grandpa, that is the car of our young master ..."
"Master?" The leader sneered, "What master is sitting in such a big car by himself? The emperor and grandson of the Dragon King may not have such a big spectrum when they go out, let it go!"
The steward couldn't stop it, and a group of officials had surrounded the ridiculous carriage.
I saw that the leader found a wooden sword with a slap in his arms, and made a gesture up and down like the wind, and his mouth murmured like a great jumping god-mortals are no better than monks. Read the cipher text of the spell intact. Some spells are carved out. If you don't plan to use it for mortals, you won't leave the cipher text. It can only be passed among the monks.
After a long while, the spell on the wooden sword was urged by him, and he saw a green light flashing from the tip of the wooden sword, pointing in the direction of the carriage.
The chief immediately became excited and shouted, "Surely there is a contraband! Open the door for me!"
The so-called "forbidden goods" are magic charms sold on the private black market without permission.
There is a rule in the DPRK that all magic spellware that enters the folk must be reviewed and stamped by the Tianyan Office, otherwise there are really those who have deliberate intentions and bought any spells that kill and set fire.
Of course, the regulations make sense, but in this way, things enter the Tianyan Department, do not mention up and down, but also dragged on for a year and a half, the result is that most of them are not allowed to pass, only a few can flow out, also Basically, they were all divided up by those noble officials and relatives of the imperial family and relatives, so that a real folk artifact could be sold at a high price.
Those who sell contraband privately, the court cannot control the monks who rise and fall, they can only control the civilians, and die by the rules. Anyone who sells the contraband forbidden goods privately will be regarded as a bully rebellion. Nine people.
But even so, the black market is still forbidden to sell and buy immortals, and there are always desperate extremists who take risks for profiteering. In recent years, they have become a character known as a "money dude". "Money is dead" is a haunted black market reseller.
Some people say that this person has an official background and that they are in collusion with officials and bandits. Others say that this person is simply a monk.
In recent years, there have been many tragedies in the rebels, because the rebels have brought a lot of black market contrabands, and it has made the court's rebellion very hard. Today, more and more hate these outlaws who die for money. Almost every business road has people intercepting it from time to time, and a group of masters from the Tianyan Department have been transferred to cast nets everywhere.
When the official leader gave an order, the two monks behind him looked at each other and walked up—I saw that the car was really big and almost occupied this official way. He lifted the curtain and pulled up his head.
It looked like a young man in his twenties, lying lazily half in the car, dressed luxuriously, holding a book in his hand, and swiping half-open with his eyes half open, it looked like a legend. Fox Fairy, the leader of the official watched for a moment.
The car is extravagant than the outside, and in the heat, there is ice in the car and a pot of crystal clear plum wine is kept.
When the fox-like young man saw the official leader, he frowned immediately, covering his face with the book in his hand, and angrily said, "Where is this thing? Hit it out and ugly kill me!"
In this sentence, the leader who picked the curtain was scolded back, and the leader struggled to find his stammering back: "Big, bold! You bring contraband, this is a rebellion!" Quickly grabbed? "
"Prohibited?" The young man raised an eyebrow. "You say this?"
I saw a peculiar ring between his slender fingers, and the ring face was carved into a bronze coin shape. The official difference had not yet seen what the material was, and a white shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the copper coin square hole. A bust of a teenager has become unheard of in the air.
Then the boy raised his hand expressionlessly and gave him a slap, which dissipated in the air with satisfaction.
The young man glanced down and said sincerely: "Oh, grandpa, sorry, you're standing too close. This is not a contraband. I made it for myself. I won't tell you, I'm also worried, I don't know how to add a few knives, at least let the baby talk to me-he will slap people now. "
The two Taoists who followed the officials finally opened their mouths and looked at the young man coldly, "You are also a monk?"
The young man in the carriage seemed unheard of, and looked proud, leaning on the soft little couch, not willing to keep his waist straight.
The official chap who slapped him covered his face and jumped three feet high: "Xian Chang, I think this man looks suspicious. Maybe it's the one ... that's a" money "!"
The Taoist priest asked: "Dare to ask why this Taoist took the trouble to walk with the mortal team?"
The young man was righteous and said, "I'm willing to show off."
The Taoist was stunned, took a deep breath, and then tempted again: "So dare to ask where this Taoist teacher is?"
The young man sneered: "Why am I telling you-have you finished the inspection? Make way!"
The words of these two words faded, and the young man suddenly patted the small table, and saw that a small sword flashed loomingly in his brows, and then an indestructible sword greeted the two Taoists.
This person seemed to be lazy as if he had no bones. Who knew it was hidden? At least he had reached the point where the Yuanshen was a sword and he could freely retract.
The two roadblockers were caught off guard and hurried away to the sides, not daring to meet their sharp edge, the talkative leader who had already turned over was dizzy.
Although the two Taoists also practiced for hundreds of years, they did not dare to touch the mold of this sword repair. They looked at each other and retreated, "Offensive to seniors, please."
A sword repair can reach this level, and the top power must also let him take three points. His person must be as firm as a stone. He can be an elder dedicated to tens of thousands by any sect. How can he sell this on the black market? Shameless thing?
Xian Chang made a speech, and the people below would no longer have to follow it, but for a moment, the official mission was withdrawn, and even a dry leather clothing was properly packed for the caravan and sent them to continue.
After going out for a while, the manager was relieved, and carefully approached the window. He nodded somewhat charmingly: "It was rarely checked on this way. I didn't expect bad luck ... Thanks today. The himself. "
A sentence floated out of the car: "Person Li, you are welcome. I am also on the way. I really appreciate it. I will take care of me for the price in the future."
Boss Li was busy: "Dare to dare, it is our honor to take care of you ..."
Just then, a sharp whistle came from the air, and a stream of fire fell from the air to the top of the carriage, "wow", and a big girl was burned.
I saw the girl's eyebrows faint, her face with apricot eyes, and she was very handsome. Only her dress was very different from ordinary people. She had a bunch of colorful feathers behind her head. She was a beauty on the front, and a cockroach on the back !!
She swept around the stunned mortals, clapped her hands and rolled down from the roof, greeted the car without saying a word, and said, "Brother, I'm here!"
Yan Zhengming, the sword repairer in the car who opened up a unique and unique behavior with mortals.
It ’s been a hundred years, when Yan Zhengming took a younger brother, a younger sister, and a Taoist boy across the East China Sea, traveled thousands of miles to the Yan family, and saw a lot of devastation-the Yan family had been convicted eight years ago and was copied. Party A, calling for the wind and the rain, can only talk about the short grass on the grave.
They had to start a long period of hard work for their homeland, grabbed the demon repair cave house, entered the unmanned secret place, lingered in the black market of forbidden goods, and struggled for hundreds of years without any help.
Counting it out, there can be a place for Yan to regain the attention of his young master's time, but only in the past two years.
As soon as the puddle rolled into the car, before sitting still, Yan Zhengming lifted up her hands, scattered her hair from the air, and patted all her feathers, flying around, and the puddle screamed: "Ah , My hair! No face to face! "
Yan Zhengming said: "I didn't face anyone-what are you doing here to make a special trip to blind my eyes?"
The puddle grieved, retrieved her chicken feathers, blown it down, and took it back like a baby, saying, "Shu rumors have spread a lot recently. At first, it was said that there was something left by the big devil, before I heard it again. He said that there was a ghost repair over there. Now that the second brother can't sit still, let's go first, and let me run to tell you. "
Yan Zhengming heard a frown. They had been looking for Han Yuan who had jumped into the sea with no news at the time, but there was no news. Every time I heard something about a monster rumor, several people had to come over and take a look ... ... even though the hope is slim.
Yan Zhengming knew that this trip was futile but still had no choice. He sighed and drank the plum wine in the glass: "Let's go and say goodbye to boss Li."
In Shu, Mingming Valley.
As soon as dawn broke, Cheng Qian excused Tang Ye's disappointment and excused Nian Ming from his discussion of swordsmanship.
Nian Mingming does not make swords. Generally, people who ca n’t see their feet with their heads down tend to shorter weapons, because it ’s safer. I do n’t know why the owner is so keen on this.
Cheng Qian felt that there might be a handsome young man in white clothes floating in his heart, so he always dreamed of what he wanted.
Such as sword ... and waist.
He promised to take a trip on behalf of the owner to the village where he was enshrined. Cheng Qian sent Nian Mingming and Tang Ye away, and then returned to the extremely cold place where he had been in seclusion for fifty years. He took Tang Ye out of his arms. The small group returned to him in the past.
He knew that he was dead, and knew that his soul had coincidentally entered Julingyu, and he had been locked in Julingyu for decades before being retrieved by a real person.
Tang Yan was frank and honest. He entered Yuanlingyu with Yuanshen and took away his decades of life and death memories in front of Cheng Qian. Now he finally broke through the wall and could not wait to return. His past events were all in his hands, but for a while he was a little timid with nostalgia.
Over the years, Cheng Qian's brain has some sporadic fragments, such as somehow he feels that he should have a sword in his hand, where he lives should be a bamboo forest, or the bedding should have an orchid-like soothing fragrance, etc. ...
The memory of Tang Xiao's back to him was not strong, but it was never dim. Cheng Qian caught it over and over and played around without seeing any cracks.
The faint white light looks cold, but it feels very warm in the hand, especially in this snow and ice.
Cheng Qian took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, blinked off the frost that had been condensed on the eyelashes during the moment of distraction, and only loosened his fingers slightly. The memory of the past is like a tired bird coming home, than the owner. He was more eagerly lost in his eyebrows.
For a time, the young man's time finally struck through the century-long struggle to resist death. He seemed to be awake from a big dream, and every moment of inadvertent glances in his heart was blessed with thick colors, as if yesterday.
Rotating up and down, lowering the blue dragon, holding the frost blade, falling silver knife, epiphany on the desert island, the orchid in the collar of the brother, suffering in Juling ...
All kinds are not the past.
When Cheng Qian opened his eyes again, Tianguang was already bright. His eyes were sour and sour, and Bingtan had honed his heart that was like a stagnation, but he did not stop the centuries of thoughts and nostalgia from involving a heart.
No wonder Tang Ying and Nian Ming determined that he would leave after getting out of the game to retrieve his memories.
Cheng Qian stood up and walked to the edge of the ice pool, reached out and grabbed it. The calm water suddenly surged, and he formed an ice sword in the air and fell into his palm. The ground next to the ice pool is no less than a thousand years of ice. It is too hard, but it cannot resist the sharpness of this ice sword.
Cheng Qian drew an extremely complicated spell next to the ice pool. When the spell was completed, the ice sword was finally unable to bear it. He was stirred up by his true power, broke into several knots, scattered to the side, and slowly began to melt. Now-the coldness of the ice pond was sealed.
In order to prevent the ice pond from being guarded by him after leaving, Cheng Qian's spell can seal the cold for about one or two decades. At that time, if the old fat man doesn't paint the gourd like that, he can come back to make up himself.
He was always reluctant to neglect anyone who had mercy on him.
When Cheng Qian arrived at Gu Zhuge's resignation, the pair of grandchildren who had come to ask for help the day before had been sent back. Only one young man looked at him with mixed eyes like the complexity of marrying a daughter, and raised his sleeves and touched them. From the corner of his eyes, he hummed, "I don't know when I'll see each other again."
It's strange to hurt the eyes, Cheng Qian feels better to never see again.
Nian Mingming again said, "If there is something wrong with you outside the valley in the future, even if you come back, you don't have to live in the ice pond, I will let you clean up the cave."
Cheng Qian softened heartily, before he was softened, he listened to the old fat man and said, "I have told the disciples in Gu Zhong, if they go out and travel in the future if they are bullied, despite reporting your name, boyfriend, you have to Wait! "
Cheng Qian: "..."
He turned around and walked away, intending to clarify the relationship with this place immediately, and that year he busily called to him: "Wait, my friend, I have prepared a sword for you!"
Cheng Qian looked back, and immediately felt a flower in front of him, so he wasn't blinded—I saw the jeweled sword in his hands, and the scabbard was covered with gold inlaid jade. In fact, the four gentlemen inlaid with plum orchids and bamboo chrysanthemums are like four rich men who are thicker and simpler than a rich man, like the four rich men who congratulate fortune.
Cheng Qian drew his mouth and fakely said, "The owner of the valley should keep it by himself."
Nian Mingming sighed and shook his head and said, "Hey, too, the little friends who have gone out of the valley after seven days of disaster will inevitably rank among the powers. There is really nothing we can do in our small doors ..."
He didn't finish his words, and he emptied his hands. Once again, the rich man's sword was taken away by Cheng Qian. He said "Thank you" and turned away from the sword, leaving behind a group of Jin Cancan's afterglow. , Shining in the bright Mingming Valley.
The young boy leaned his head out of the door and said to the smiling young man, "Gu Zhu, Elder Youtan?"
"Let's go," Nian Mingming said cheerfully, and suddenly said with emotion, "Well, these talented people just want to call the wind and rain outside, and weather the rain. Those of us who have good destiny and no ability, have to be behind Enjoy Qingfu-Tonger, what's the matter? "
"Oh," Dao Tong said flatly, "I'm here to tell you, Uncle Xiao is running again!"
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