Everyone walked and stopped, although it was a little slow, but they were all people who knew kung fu, and they were all faster than ordinary people's feet, and they had reached the "storm crossing" in one day.

This storm crosses in the lower reaches of the Huangsha River, belongs to a wharf city, people come and go everywhere, it is really lively, and this place is due to the geographical reasons, the trade is prosperous, people from all over the country often gather here, or travel or business exchanges, there are also wealthy clans live here, not to mention the elegant exchanges between some writers and Confucians.

Because of this, the city is full of life and prosperity.

A few people found a tea shop and sat down.

The shopkeeper saw that several people were heroic and extraordinary, and they came up to greet them enthusiastically.

What are the features of your shop?

Lao Dao saw the shopkeeper come in and began to ask, anyway, it wasn't him who paid the money, this road was full of food and sleep, and occasionally came to the market Lao Dao was not ambiguous.

The shopkeeper saw the same appearance of this old fairy wind and bones, and replied respectfully: The specialty of the small shop is "Junlan tea," the taste is endless, which is our characteristic here, Da Ruyun: "Three or five friends come to get together, Junlan tea fragrance is in my heart."

In addition, there are all kinds of exquisite pastries and spiritual melons and fruits, the price is not cheap, but compared with Junlan tea, it is much inferior.

Hearing that the price was expensive, Lao Dao became interested, he glanced at Bai Qianqian, who was in charge of the money bag, and asked, Since it is a feature, there should be a lot of places here, why is the price so high?

The old way is incomprehensible, it does not mean that Wan Feibai and the two are puzzled, after all, they are also from big families, and the doorway is naturally clear, this is a rich place, and there are many family families, how many of them secretly collude, do business that monopolizes the market, and all kinds of courtesies are exchanged, all of which are profiteering.

Bai Qianqian was afraid that the old way would continue to be embarrassed, so Qianqianyu waved her hand arrogantly, and interrupted the shopkeeper who was babbling and talking.

Wan Feibai listened to the words of the shopkeeper while quietly observing the surroundings, mainly the customers at the table in front.

Obviously, there were three people at a table in front of him, two men and one woman, among which the young man looked like a person, with a dignified appearance, and the girl was also heroic, only the slightly older man sitting on the side seemed to be very down, and I saw him gulping tea, as if this expensive Junlan tea didn't cost money. Such an outstanding trio is very dazzling, and many customers in the store will unconsciously look at them.

And they are swordsmen, because they have no intention of hiding at all, and each wears a sword, although the scabbard is not inlaid with rare treasures, nor is it engraved, and it is not like ordinary people swaying a beautiful sword spike.

These swords were placed on the table so brightly that it was difficult not to attract attention.

This is the boldness of the artist! Wan Feibai thought in a daze.

But he knew that those swords were the best swords.

Because Wan Gu faintly made a sound on him, he was very excited.

In the front left, this is a large family, the first one is a burly woman, sitting on the main seat, the appearance is mediocre, although not ugly, but not called beauty, she can feel the momentum of the person.

Next to her is an elegant young man, dignified, with a face like a crown of jade, with a smile on his face when talking to people, polite, not like a big boy, but like a literati.

To the right of the woman was a strong man, who looked a little like the woman, and he was following the woman with a flattering face, and next to the strong man was a woman, who was holding a child of four or five years old in her arms, and the woman was wiping the sweat of the child.

Behind the woman, there were three people standing, a man who had kung fu at a glance, a housekeeper mother-in-law, and a pretty little maid.

Several people stood behind the woman, all of them squinted at the man who nodded in front of the lady with their eyes, only the woman who took care of the child did not raise her eyelids, as if the surrounding things had nothing to do with her.

And the other table is obviously literati and ink writers, although there are only two people, but it is very lively, one of them is talking about the world today, talking with relish, attracting the surrounding guests to listen to it, while the other person has to let Wan Feibai not notice, even more than the Luo Tuo swordsman.

It was a tall middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt, with a scarf on his head and a pair of clean boots, and he was sitting in a wide chair at the moment, not listening to the high-minded talk of his companions, but drinking the liquor he had brought, sip after sip, as if the excitement was out of place with him, but it seemed to be extraordinarily harmonious.

He followed Wan Feibai's gaze, and saw the young man staring at him, he smiled slightly, raised the cup in his hand and drank it all, then shook it, signaled that he was finished, and then turned his head and continued to drink himself, very forgetful.

Wan Feibai took all the details into his eyes.

Dongfang Yue couldn't help but be stunned and looked at it a few more times, and was soon twisted by his father's arm, outside, you can't look at men at will, otherwise it is easy to be deceived, if you want a man, your father will go back to help you find a family affair, so it is unseemly outside.

This old man treats his nephew and daughter very well on weekdays, and he has never said half a sentence about his daughter, to say that although this old way is not very reliable, but the pair of thief eyebrows and mouse eyes are indeed sophisticated and abnormal, and he also saw that the man in the Confucian shirt was unusual, so he saw his daughter staring at others in a daze, and there was some danger, so he opened his mouth to reprimand.

I didn't think that the tall man leaned back, as if he heard the sound of talking here, and smiled towards this side, so frightened that Dongfang Yue hurriedly lowered his head, and he didn't dare to breathe.

In short, none of the three groups of people who occupy the best position at the front seem to be easy to mess with.

Wan Feibai took a deep breath, looked at the two young men in the sword cultivation and glanced at the tall Confucian on the opposite side from time to time, he sighed and continued to drink tea.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from joy, "Young City Lord." Wan Feibai was a little familiar when he heard this voice, and when he looked up, he saw a vicissitudes of life face appear in front of him, looking at him happily.

When Wan Feibai saw it, he was overjoyed, stood up and grabbed the shoulder of the person who came, Uncle Mu, is it really you? You are not dead, it is really good.

The person who came turned out to be Mu Daoji, one of the protectors of Jialan City.

It turned out that Wan Feibai was exhausted by Bai Dacheng at that time, and he was thrown away by Baili Fei with what he had learned, he escaped with his life, and Mu Daoji was also exhausted that day, thinking that he would die, but he didn't expect to be slapped on the ground by the one-horned king as soon as he rushed up, and suddenly fainted, and when he opened his eyes again, there were corpses everywhere, and only a few people survived in Jialan City, he knew that his strength was meager, and he began to look for Wan Feibai.

He went to the west and didn't find it, and then went to the south, but he didn't find any traces, just passing by Chuchi, listening to people talking about the young master vs. the monster, and then he found the young master.

I also knew that the young major was so clever, which is really gratifying.

Wan Feibai was about to speak, Bai Qianqian said first, that is not his credit alone, if it weren't for me and Dongfang Daochang, his three-legged cat's kung fu couldn't even beat a finger of others.

Exactly, exactly, Lao Dao also interjected, he has always liked to shoot Bai Qianqian's ass, if there is no Qianqian girl and me, the monster really can't be put away.

Wan Feibai has always listened to Bai Qianqian, and he didn't even think she was lying, so he didn't say anything, so he acquiesced.

Mu Daoji laughed twice, no matter what the Shaocheng major is, he will always be the city lord of Jialan City, and his subordinates want to ask if the young city lord is going to the north and going home, if so, it would be really good.

He can't go home yet, we still have important things to do, and when we're done, I'll go back with him.

I don't know who this is?

I am Bai Qianqian, the fiancée of your young city lord, what is your objection?

Originally, Wan Feibai didn't know why, why did Qianqian always rush to answer, but when he heard her say this, he was silent again, and when his sweetheart said this, his heart was like drinking honey, where could he quibble?

Sure enough, Mu Daoji was silent.

Therefore, you and your young city lord have been in ruins for a long time, and now Jialan City is in ruins, as the young city lord, he should go back to preside over the city, but if he is here, it will inevitably delay a journey, so the things in the city must first get rid of the wooden protector and go back to preside over the overall situation first, so is this good?

This is indeed the best, Mu Daoji said respectfully, so I will go back to Jialan City first.

Don't be too anxious, after all, you and your young city lord have just met, and it's not too late to talk for a day or two.

Bai Qianqian, as the master of the Green Palace, spoke with his own majesty, and Mu Daoji agreed.

After eating, everyone went back to their respective rooms to tidy up, although this is a teahouse, but it is a place to eat and stay in the hotel, which is very convenient.

When they went back, the guests at the other tables had almost eaten, and they all got up at the same time, Wan Feibai glanced at the tall Confucian scholar, who seemed to have fallen asleep on the chair, while the three swordsmen at the other table did not move, still drinking tea there.

Bai Qianqian pulled Wan Feibai and didn't let him look at it, but entered her own room.

Wan Feibai looked at the girl quietly, the girl raised her good-looking eyebrows, and said: Do you think I'm stealing the talk today?

Of course not, it's just a little bit incomprehensible.

''The authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear, there is a problem with this wooden road''

Don't you think he's talking too much, why are all the Dharma Protectors in Galan City dead, but he's the only one alive?

You must say that it was a coincidence, he has a big life?

But how could it be such a coincidence?

And it's been nearly two years since you went from Jialan City to the Green Palace and here, but he only wants to look for you now, don't say that he has been looking for you a long time ago and didn't find you, I don't believe it.

In short, don't expose your cultivation now, that is, you will see people's hearts in the long run.

Although Wan Feibai was not convinced, he had always believed in her judgment, so he still agreed.

And a few people I saw today, I think something big is happening tonight!

Wan Feibai also quietly waited for that big war to come!