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Nangong Beidou subconsciously concentrated on guard, and the rest of the disciples were even more nervous and sweating slightly, and their eyes unconsciously showed hostility.

Only Shangguan Chengtai and Ning Qingyun, one was extremely dull in the atmosphere, and the other was indifferent to the things around him, but he didn't react in the slightest.

"You ...... What kind of person?" The middle-aged man who was initially in the tea shop was full of hostility and said in a broken Central Plains dialect.

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and only the sound of "rustling" could be heard.

Nangong Beidou forcibly suppressed his somewhat uneasy companion and motioned to Fang Shaobai.

Fang Shaobai was naturally prepared, took off the straw hat on his head, and said with a smile: "This should be Uncle Aguhan, right? I heard Miao Yang mention your ......."

The man named "Aguhan" looked at Fang Shaobai suspiciously for a long time, listened to him with some difficulty, and asked, "You are ...... The Central Plains man who saved Miao Yang last time?"

Fang Shaobai nodded in acknowledgement.

However, Agu Han did not immediately let down his guard, but asked Fang Shaobai a few more questions, and after confirming that the person in front of him was indeed a friend of "Miao Yang", he said to his companions around him for a while.

After listening to Aguhan's words, those people in southern Xinjiang smiled at Fang Shaobai and the others. One of the younger girls clasped her hands around her chest, and the other party bowed in vain before running away shyly.

“…… It's Miao Yang's sister, Miao Yu. She...... Thank you for saving her brother. Aguhan explained to Fang Shaobai, "You guys...... Sit!" Aguhan held back for a long time before remembering the Central Plains pronunciation of "sit", pointed to Nangong Beidou and others and asked them to sit down and rest, while he held the big bowl and kettle, and poured a bowl of green tea for everyone.

Fang Shaobai winked at Nangong Beidou again and again, and Nangong Beidou ordered his companions to sit down one after another.

It's just that in the face of the whole bowl of tea that is big and exudes a strange fragrant fragrance, no one has done anything.

Seeing this scene, Aguhan's face couldn't help but sink.

At this moment, without waiting for Fang Shaobai to signal, Nangong Beidou had already picked up the tea bowl and drank a small half of it. There was a certain fishy smell in the turquoise tea, but it was not unpleasant, and it was a little spicy in the mouth, but the aftertaste was actually sweet.

After entering the abdomen, Nangong Beidou only felt a fine sweat break out all over his body, as if at this time he finally left the damp rainforest behind and welcomed the breeze and white clouds.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also took a sip more or less, only to realize that since they crossed Yunmeng Daze, a certain sullen feeling that had been lingering in their chests disappeared with those sweaty intentions, and the whole person couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"Gurch!" said Aguhan, who saw that one of them had drunk the tea at once, and smiled as he carried a huge iron kettle, and praised them as he filled them.

"Thank you!" Nangong Beidou said sincerely, but seeing that Fang Shaobai's face was a little weird, and the tea in the tea bowl in front of him was only a little less, he couldn't help but be subconsciously surprised, and there were doubts in his eyes.

Fang Shaobai smiled slightly wryly, shook his head, and signaled that the tea was fine, but he didn't explain anything else.

Fang ...... Sweep Bai?" Agu Han asked seemingly gently, "What are you looking for Miao Yang?" as he spoke, his gaze swept over Nangong Beidou and the others.

The tea shop, which was originally empty, was left with only two or three tables and chairs empty in an instant.

Fang Shaobai knew that this was the main thing.

This time, they wanted to visit their clan's Wu Zhu through Miao Yang, so that they could inquire about more news, or the other party could convey their intentions to the clan in the deep mountains for a meeting.

It's just that Aguhan can't say it directly.

"Uncle Aguhan, I came to Miao Yang this time for two main things. One is that before I parted with Miao Yang last time, he asked me to help find three herbs, namely Wind Howling Grass, Jade Calendula, and Qingcang Branch. I asked these friends from the north to collect a lot of these things, and they were willing to exchange more materials, so I came with me......"

"In my opinion...... These kids don't look like merchants, huh?" Aguhan narrowed.

Fang Shaobai shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "How can someone who can shuttle through these places be just an ordinary person." ”

"That's right. Aguhan nodded honestly, "What about the other thing?"

"The other thing has to do with your nemesis. Fang Shaobai pointed towards the mountain.

Ah Guhan hadn't reacted at first, but after understanding what Fang Shaobai meant, his face suddenly changed: "Star Luo Sect?"

Fang Shaobai nodded.

These two things, Fang Shaobai is not all lying.

Miao Yang did mention the need for herbs, and Xingluo Sect did have some changes recently, not that he had come out to deceive Agu Han temporarily.

However, perhaps because the precautions have become stricter recently, even if Fang Shaobai said so, Agu Han's expression was still a little hesitant, and he seemed to be still considering whether to let these people go.

Fang Shaobai didn't say anything more, just waited quietly.

While Aguhan was thinking, there was a crisp sound of bells in the distance.

Nangong Beidou, who gradually calmed down, calmly followed Fang Shaobai's admonition and waited quietly. It's just that there was a sudden commotion among the disciples of the outer sect of Cunwei Mountain.

Nangong Beidou frowned, and found that the source of the commotion came from the way they came, so he subconsciously looked up and instantly understood.

I saw a team of southern Xinjiang women in the middle of the Yinyin grassland.

The bright sun shrouded softly, and when the light bells swayed, the white and smooth arms and calves dazzled the eyes of many people.

When they were surrounded by villagers before, there were also some southern Xinjiang women around. But the atmosphere was tense at that time, and they didn't have time to look around, so they didn't pay attention to the dress of these southern Xinjiang women for a while.

At this time, the fragrance of tea overflowed in the hot air, and everyone was somewhat relaxed, and then they saw a group of southern Xinjiang women coming, and only then did they notice the boldness of the southern Xinjiang women's clothing.

The customs of southern Xinjiang are very different from those of the Central Plains, and the climate here is humid and hot, so men, women and children are dressed more revealingly.

The men are rugged, the women are delicate, and their bodies and faces are painted with some kind of blue paint, showing their praise for the witch god.

Men are fine, but women are different.

The disciples of Cunwei Mountain had never seen such a bold woman, especially the white skin and blue lines intertwined, and there was more and more of a certain charm in the swaying steps, all of them were red and red, but they couldn't help but peek.

If the other women can't take their eyes off it, then the girl in the middle who is overturned by the stars is afraid to look at her.

The girl looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, but she was tall and well-dressed, with only half of her forearms and smooth ankles exposed. Her skin was as moist as milk, and only two simple lines of unknown meaning were outlined in blue around her ears, inconspicuous among the fluttering strands of hair.

Although this girl is young, she has the most delicate appearance, compared with the natural temperament of her companions, she is more like a sweet girl in the Jiangnan water town in the Central Plains, innocent with unconscious charm, the most moving.

Especially when she was riding a donkey, stretching her waist lazily, revealing a small half of her soft and flat and smooth jade-like lower abdomen, even Ning Qingyun couldn't help but take a second look.

"Uncle Aguhan!" The group of southern Xinjiang women walked to the tea shop, giggling and sitting on the remaining vacant seats, one of the women asked Aguhan a long list of words in southern Xinjiang dialect, and looked at Nangong Beidou, a group of "suspicious people".

Aguhan also replied with a long list of words, and with Fang Shaobai's ability, he could only guess that Aguhan was telling these women the approximate origin of himself and the others.

The tea shop was originally very quiet, and there was only the sound of Fang Shaobai and A Guhan talking before. And now, the laughter of these sweet southern Xinjiang women is like a lark singing, spreading among the green mountains.

Nangong Beidou's palm was slightly cold, and he subconsciously wanted to hold the Flying Frost Sword, and then realized that in order to avoid the misunderstanding of the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan, the Flying Frost Sword had been put away by himself.

He raised his head, and suddenly found a pair of dark eyes staring at him, and when he looked closely, he saw that the youngest girl from southern Xinjiang was sitting at the table directly opposite him, facing him.

The girl's bright eyes were as clear as a clear spring.

Faced with this gaze that was not malicious but kept staring at him, Nangong Beidou only bowed his head slightly, avoiding the girl's burning gaze.

A hint of cunning flashed in the girl's bright eyes, and she suddenly spoke:

"This sister is so good-looking!" The voice was as beautiful as a clear spring, which made Ning Qingyun shake her head slightly, and realized that this girl was speaking extremely pure Central Plains dialect.

The girl had already sat down, but now she jumped down, walked to Ning Qingyun's side, directly held Ning Qingyun's hand and repeated: "Sister, you are so good-looking, just like the fairy in the legendary Ami Lake." ”

The girl's movements were light and fluttering, but they were very fast, and before Ning Qingyun could react, she was held in her hand, and she was stunned for a moment before slowly withdrawing her hand and said, "You are also very good-looking." ”

"Really?" said the girl, who was very happy when she heard this, and said with a smile on her thin braids, "When I grow up, I will definitely look better than I am now." Do you say, this handsome brother?"

Nangong Beidou was speculating about the identity and intentions of these women, but he didn't expect the girl to suddenly ask herself boldly, and her heart suddenly became vigilant for a while.

But before he could say anything, the girl turned back to Uncle Aguhan and muttered a few words, and sat back in her seat without looking back, shaking her slender calves while talking affectionately with her companion.

Ning Qingyun and Nangong Beidou looked at each other, this was the first time in the past few years that she had shown a look other than indifference.

A few grains of cold sweat broke out on Fang Shaobai's forehead, and he asked Agu Han with a beating heart, "Uncle...... You see, we really have no malicious intentions, Miao Yang said, you will migrate again after a while......"

Without waiting for Aguhan to answer, the girl interjected again: "You are friends of Brother Miao Yang?"

"Yes...... Be. Fang Shaobai reluctantly controlled his expression and replied.

"Then it's also my friend of Yuexi, you want to go to Qingmiao Village, why don't I take you there. The girl clapped her hands happily.

Yuexi seemed to have a high status in this group of women, and as soon as she spoke, although the two women beside her frowned and were extremely reluctant, they did not refute in the end, and only glanced at Nangong Beidou and the others back and forth with the eyes of the prisoners.

Fang Shaobai didn't know the origin of this woman, and he was a little hesitant for a while.

At this hesitation, the atmosphere in the tea shop instantly became strange, and whether it was Aguhan or other southern Xinjiang women, they all seemed to show a sense of danger.

"Okay! Nangong Beidou Huo Ran stood up and made a decision.

Yue Xi squinted at this black-clothed and cold young man, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "It's not troublesome!"