The merchant ship sailed upriver along the Bishui River and anchored at the Hangu Pass.

Wearing a hat with a bamboo knife in the hand of the young Liu 13 is not in a hurry to go ashore, Hangu Pass is less than half a day away from the old capital of Dayan Wind and Snow Silver City, a few days of waterway shaking, Liu 13 felt a little tired, so he planned to stay in Hangu Pass overnight, and it was not too late to rush to Fengxue Silver City the next morning.

"Senior brother, let's rush to Fengxue Silver City overnight to see Master, okay?"

"Senior brother grew up in Tibing Mountain since he was a child, so he shouldn't have met Master a few times, right?"

"Don't you miss Master?"

"I heard that Master, his old man is very strict...... Especially after Mrs. Xue'er was martyred, the master turned white overnight, it's really pitiful!"

But then again, in the cold moonlight, in the midst of the snow, a figure spread out from the top of the three thousand silver-haired independent silver city to the starry sky...... When I think of that night, hehe! In terms of style, Master must be unparalleled in the world!"

"By the way, Brother Master, was Master handsome when he was young? Who is more peerless than Jun Zeyu, the king of Eastern Chuming?"

"Senior brother, don't stop talking. ”

Night is falling.

In the streets of Hangu Pass, where the lights are hung high, teenagers and girls walk through the bustling crowd.

Liu 13 wanted to remain silent for a moment.

He had always been extremely fast, but he had to slow down at this point.

Because the 'little junior sister' behind him was tightly tugging at the corners of his clothes, he was helpless about it.

This Lingyun girl who couldn't beat and scolded somewhere got the bodhicitta that Master lost ten years ago, and where is his junior sister?

"Do you really want to take her to Fengxue Silver City to meet Shizun?"

Liu 13 felt distressed when he thought of this.

......

"Senior brother, there is an inn here. ”

The little girl Song Lingyun pointed to the plaque on the door of the inn, and looked at Liu Shisan with big eyes and a smile.

"I'm hungry. ”

"Just ...... on the ship"

Liu 13 clearly remembered that he had just eaten dinner in the merchant ship half an hour ago.

He wanted to say something, but seeing this young junior sister who had not yet started rubbing her empty belly pitifully, Liu Shisanshu swallowed back the words that were full of words.

"I have only twenty taels of silver. ”

Common sense said that it was just an ordinary dinner, and there was no need to carry twenty taels of silver with the young man to be annoyed, but as his understanding deepened over the past few days, Liu Shisan was really a little worried about whether this mere twenty taels of silver was enough for a meal for his junior sister.

If a man walks the rivers and lakes and is worried about this mundane thing, won't people let those guys on the Dixuan Xinbang laugh at him?

Thinking of the master's instructions when he left the valley, Liu Shisan regretted why he didn't put those silver tickets on his shoulders.

There is nothing difficult in the world, only the rich.

For the first time, Liu Shisan felt that the master who was the richest man in the world in Tibing Mountain was right.

In desperation, he had to tell himself that the little junior sister was just growing her body!

"Enough, enough. ”

The little girl, Song Lingyun, finally loosened the wrinkled corners of her clothes and entered the inn with great joy.

Liu 13 pressed the hat and followed it.

The inn was quite lively.

Although Liu Shisan didn't know what Hangu Pass looked like ten years ago, he also expected that the situation of the inn today was far from being comparable to that of the Great Yan Empire ten years ago.

For example, today's people in the Eastern Datong are a family, and such a prosperous situation cannot be done except for Jun Zeyu, the king of Eastern Chuming. Even if Liu Shisan didn't like the king of Ming who was good at using power and planning in his bones, he had to secretly admire this method of ruling the world.

In the inn on the third floor, the little girl Song Lingyun picked the most eye-catching table in the center of the inn and sat down.

The innkeeper came to say hello.

The little junior sister was unfamiliar with the well-known signature dishes of this Shifang Inn, and she was fortunate to be impartial. The names of the recipes went in and out of the left ear and the right ear, and the little second brother couldn't help but look the little sister up and down a few times.

The tricky little girl didn't bother with the inn junior second, just patted the position next to her, and watched the senior brother come with a smile, and waited until Liu Shisan took off the hat and put down the knife, and Song Lingyun solemnly introduced the young hero next to the little second brother boldly.

"See?"

"Dixuan New List Liu Thirteen!"

"My senior brother is from the Gujiang family in the Tibetan soldiers of Tibing Mountain...... Will the Jiang family be short of money?"

The inn junior has not been in the world for a long time, where do you know the characters of the Dixuanbang, and you can't hear the name of Tibing Mountain. However, no matter how he met the guests with the swords, he could not afford to provoke them, so he had to obey them. Before leaving, he glanced at the extremely ordinary bamboo knife, thinking that he really wouldn't be short of money?

Liu Shisan, who was shy and shy by the inn's junior second, cleared his throat extremely embarrassed. He felt that whether he was a senior brother or not, it was necessary to say some truth at this moment.

He was about to speak, but the little sister pulled up his sleeve and pointed upstairs.

"Look, it's the storyteller. ”

Liu 13 had no choice but to follow the direction.

He saw the storyteller on the merchant ship who was relieving everyone's boredom all the way.

As his gaze was cast, the storyteller happened to glance out of the corner of his eye, intentionally or unintentionally.

Glancing in the direction where Liu Thirteen was.

To be exact, the afterglow fell on the knife.

Liu Thirteen's bamboo knife above.

Liu Shisan, who grew up in the Tibetan Soldier Valley in Tibing Mountain, thinks that he is not good at skills, and even if the seventeen roads are full of swords, he will only be able to use thirteen roads after ten years.

He is not a master of the sword way, let alone a young man.

The only capital worth showing off lies in his master.

There are a lot of his masters.

In addition to the city lord of Fengxue Silver City and the head of the Tibing Shanjiang family, he also has three thousand masters.

Jiang Manlou unloaded the three thousand red robes of Tiefutu, all of whom were his masters. Ten years of time can be said to have passed with three thousand red robes.

They didn't teach him Qimen Dunjia, didn't teach him to read and write, didn't teach him martial arts, and only taught him three teachings and nine streams.

As everyone knows, Jiang Manlou's three thousand red robes are the best among the three religions and nine streams.

Therefore, Liu 13 knows 300 kinds of people and can speak 300 kinds of words.

He also has a pair of eyes that are extremely good at observation, and he can see the details that are sometimes not seen by the strong people who have cultivated to a high level.

For example, the storyteller who met by chance on a merchant ship.

For example, the storyteller just casually cast a glance.

For example, the hands of the storyteller.

......

Liu Shisan didn't show much concern.

After retracting his gaze, he casually looked at the door of the inn.

A young monk with a bare head walked in.

The little monk wore a pair of cloth shoes, wore an ascetic yellow robe, and carried a burden behind his back.

The little monk, who looked about the same age as Liu Thirteen but looked quite thin and swarthy, picked up a remote table and sat down, and the innkeeper stepped forward to greet him, and then handed some hot water steamed buns to him.

The little girl, Song Lingyun, also saw the little monk.

Looking at the Manchu and Han banquets that were gradually filled in front of him, and then looking at the little monk's hot water steamed buns, the little junior sister was kind.

"Senior brother, will we give this braised pork to the little master?"