All Heavens Fighting Road Records

"Fellow Daoist, where are you going?" Just as Yuchi Zhenjin had just left the house, Yan Chixia jumped out from nowhere and looked at the old Taoist in front of her with a smile.

Now that we have agreed to deal with that old demon together, and this old man has kept his gods and secrets, he is really a little uneasy. In addition, the poor scholar did not tell him what happened last night, so he will deliberately get close and want to ask Ask this old man what he wants to do.

"I've been busy all night, I'm going down the mountain to find something to eat and drink, would you like to join us?"

"Yeah!"

Yuchi Zhenjin naturally knew about Yan Chi's actions, but it was still not the time to tell the truth about those words, but it didn't prevent him from getting close to the bearded man as well.

And Yan Chixia thought that as long as she was with this old man, some things would naturally be understood, so the two hit it off right away.

But Yan Chixia looked like this, but Xiahou who was behind Yuchi Zhenjin let out a cold snort, but Yan Chixia didn't seem to hear it, and laughed and introduced Yuchi Zhenjin to the one down the mountain that had good wine.

So the three of them went down to Lanruo Temple together, and in a cave [-] meters deep underground, in a large hall filled with ghostly aura, the tree demon's grandmother seemed to see through the soil, revealing a thoughtful expression .

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Besides, Ning Caichen, after going down the mountain, went straight to the wine shop in the city that owed his bills. When he got inside, he saw the shopkeeper standing at the counter to settle the accounts just like yesterday, and immediately pushed the account book he had written in front of him.

The shopkeeper of the wine shop looked treacherous and vicious. He was taken aback by Ning Caichen's actions and wanted to curse, but when he looked up and saw that it was Ning Caichen, his expression changed suddenly and he asked in a trembling voice. : "Did you really live in Lanruo Temple?"

The news that Ning Caichen was going to stay at Lanruo Temple yesterday had already spread, and he was glad that Ning Caichen died, and all the debts would be written off.

This incident made him happy all night, and he couldn't help but drink two more glasses in the morning.

But at this meeting, the person who was determined to be dead was standing in front of him, how could he not feel afraid, if it wasn't for broad daylight, he would have already run away.

But Ning Caichen didn't pay any attention to the shopkeeper's inquiry or the strange eyes around him, and replied with a smile on his face: "Of course, it's written in the account book that you owe 70 taels of silver, should you pay it? "

"It should be paid! It should be paid!" Hearing what Ning Caichen said, the shopkeeper knew that he was indeed a living person, but he was even more afraid of the person who could stay in Lanruo Temple for one night and come out alive. To Ning Caichen.

Seeing that the other party gave it so happily, Ning Caichen smiled triumphantly, said "thank you", turned and left.

He didn't realize everyone's fear of Lanruo Temple at this moment, and thought that the shopkeeper gave him money because he was clever.

And the shopkeeper couldn't recover for a long time after Ning Cai left.

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Ning Caichen will get 70 taels of silver, happy in his heart, he decided to go to the inn first, treat Yuchi Zhenjin to a good meal, and then return to Lanruo Temple to return the previous silver to the old Taoist.

When he thought of Lanruo Temple, not only the beautiful figure from last night appeared in his mind again.

And at this moment, a procession for a ghost wedding suddenly came from the street. The sky full of paper money, pale paper lanterns, and paper men with painted eyebrows and eyes were very scary even if they looked at them in broad daylight.

But for some reason, with such a creepy scene, people on both sides of the street stretched their necks to watch the excitement, old and young, women and girls, all pointing and saying anything.

Ning Caichen on the side of the road saw this group and at first wanted to hide, but inadvertently glanced away, and saw the paper figurine bride in the middle of the group, which turned into the girl from last night.

"Xiao Qian!"

Seeing this, Ning Caichen subconsciously called out.

The people watching the excitement around were still murmuring, but after hearing Ning Caichen's voice, they suddenly fell silent.

"Xiao Qian!"

But Ning Caichen didn't notice this at all. Seeing that the team was still moving forward, he stretched his neck and let out a cry.

This sound completely frightened the spectators, especially some people knew that the scholar had lived in Lanruo Temple, so there would be a "boom", and they all turned their heads and ran away, avoiding here.

Regarding this, Ning Caichen acted as if he hadn't noticed, hurriedly caught up with the team, and continued to shout at the top of his voice, "Xiaoqian, don't leave!"

"Why don't you go?"

"Who doesn't want to go?"

"Don't run!"

What's even more coincidental is that Ning Caichen's voice also attracted those who were chasing fugitives.Because the crowd blocked them, the policemen didn't see what happened here, so they heard that they should not leave, thinking that there were prisoners at large.

In a hurry, he ran over to grab the head with a big knife. You must know that every prisoner's head is worth money.

And their charge, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, immediately dispersed the ghost marriage team, and the people watching the excitement around them became even more chaotic.

Ning Caichen also slowed down after being interrupted by such an interruption. Seeing the blade dangling brightly, he also didn't dare to chase after him.He lowered his head and glanced at the paper figurine flying into his arms, trembled, hurriedly threw it aside, and walked to the other street.

But don't look at how fast he threw the paper figurine just now, but when he arrived at another street, Xiaoqian's figure appeared in his mind again.

And the reason why he is like this is that he is also a mortal body, and it is not so easy to pass the illusion.

"Boss, how do you sell this painting?"

Wandering on the street for a while, finally, Ning Caichen stopped in front of a small painting stall, looked at a painting and asked.

Ning Caichen was attracted by another painting this time, and saw that the painting was a picture of a beautiful woman with her hair on her head. The most important thing was that the woman in the painting was [-]-[-]% similar to Nie Xiaoqian, which made him move the one he bought. thought.

"Hey, my son, your taste is really high, please make a price."

Seeing a business visit, and seeing Ning Caichen dressed as a scholar, the boss's drowsy expression immediately turned 180 degrees, and greeted him with a smile.

The owner of this painting booth is a literati who looks to be in his 40s. He has a folding fan stuck in the back of his neck, and a plaster is pasted on his right temple. If it is a girl's house, it will definitely scare away by this guy.

"What price do you give?"

Not willing to look away from the painting, Ning Cai asked back.

"It's... 20 taels of silver." The boss pondered for a moment before quoting a price.

"20 taels?" Hearing what the boss said, Ning Caichen suddenly exclaimed.But after looking at the picture scroll, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, 20 taels is 20 taels, wrap it up for me." Then he went to get the money.

"Old man, you can't help but have good taste, you can tell your status at a glance, I'll wrap it up for you right away; I have some other paintings here, are you looking at them?"

The owner of the painting stall originally wanted to kill anyone he could, so he quoted such a high price. He was still waiting for Ning Caichen to counter the price, but he didn't expect that Kaizi would agree, which surprised him.

Although he talked about including paintings, he approached him with a smirk on his face, and started selling other paintings, thinking that he was killing two strokes, and there was no shortage of fire-avoiding pictures among them.

Ning Caichen waved his hands again and again.