Before the sky was bright, Yun Shangji and his party returned to the sect against the wind and rain, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street.

I chose a small table by the window and sat down, the rain was still dripping outside, if I hadn't heard that there was a particularly famous wine here that would only be put on the table at this particular hour, Mo Weiyang would never have run to the tavern early with a warm quilt.

This move is like going to a place to play and always taste the characteristics of that place, Mo Weiyang wants to try whether this wine is really as arrogant as passers-by say, no, obediently sit at the table and wait.

Fu Cheng leaned back on the chair with a tense face, and the person sitting across a table behind him was also a familiar person, and there was a white cloth supported by a bamboo pole on the table, and the cloth said 'Chen Banxian', the experience of following Zhong Ni'er's fortune-telling last time was quite interesting, which left an impression on Mo Weiyang.

There was also a child sitting beside him, with a delicate and lovely face, flashing a pair of big watery eyes, looking at her curiously.

Mo Weiyang smiled and let her look at it at will, but in the end, she made the child uncomfortable, and buried her head and stuffed peanuts into her mouth. I wanted to say hello to the fortune teller in a friendly way, but who knew that he would look left and right and not look at her, so there were too many people and it was just noisy.

The table next to it was crowded in with a few more people, dressed in cloth and brocade, and listening to the accent of the aborigines of the place.

"It's good that I came early, or this old tavern wouldn't have been able to sit."

"What is this, not to mention this old tavern, even the bun shop at my aunt's house has to queue up now."

"No wonder your aunt laughs when she sees me these days, it's weird."

A few people looked like Sven and behaved casually, looking like old customers of this tavern, with a few plates of snacks on the table, eating and chatting, and the topic was opened.

One of them said proudly: "It is also good to have so many guests, and a few days ago I changed a beautiful fur from a barbarian from the north. ”

"What's that, I met a warrior who came back from the west this morning." The person who spoke was slightly chubby and unconcerned.

Someone next to him asked curiously, "Which west?" ”

"That's the west."

The people around him sighed for some reason, which made Mo Weiyang a little interested.

"The Far West, which you are talking about, is even more unpredictable than the Wild Lands?" The raised voice attracted the attention of many people, and it was surrounded by two layers inside and out.

A burly man said, "Is the west side very powerful?" I'm from the west. ”

Mo Weiyang thought about it, if you want to talk about the place where they came, it seems that they also came from the west.

The man who caused the topic looked at the big man who spoke carefully, and said with a smile: "I see people very accurately, you warrior came from the west gate of Jincheng." ”

The crowd let out a good-natured laugh.

Dahan didn't think so, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

The man continued: "The news on the West Gate side is naturally not as smooth as the news on the Zhongcheng side, and the news I heard from the martial artist is even more exciting. ”

"The immortals who live inside have come out?" A person next to him said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"The immortals don't." The man pretended to be mysterious and said, "But the beast has rioted. ”

"Riot!"

Fu Cheng's eyes shot straight at the man who was playing tricks, and Mo Weiyang's hand holding the wine trembled slightly and shook it in front of Fu Cheng.

"The words of the market are just words, don't believe them in vain."

The flask was wrapped in a thick linen cloth, which was a little rough to the touch, but when I got closer and smelled it, it tasted good, and I poured a glass for myself and Fu CD respectively.

It is warm in the mouth, it seems to have been specially cooked, and the taste is light and very refreshing.

When Fu Cheng stretched out the wine glass again, Mo Weiyang realized that there was a minor sitting opposite, no! Where is a minor, obviously it can only be regarded as a child.

Of course, in this case, she completely ignores the fact that she is also a child. According to him, he poured another glass.

Fu Cheng picked up the quarter glass of wine that Mo Weiyang had poured for him again, and took a sip of it.

Glancing at the flask she had withdrawn, she said, "What's wrong with your hand?" ”

Mo Weiyang looked at the empty wine glass that had returned to her in a blink of an eye in only three seconds, and suddenly began to reflect on whether the decision to go out in the morning was wrong. Cover up your hands, or a quarter.

"I guess I ran into it yesterday." Mo Weiyang said indifferently.

Fu Cheng was talking about a small red mark on the palm of Mo Weiyang's left hand, Mo Weiyang also found it when he got up this morning, at first he thought it was dyed somewhere, but later he found that it couldn't be washed off, and there was no wound, so he didn't care about it if it didn't hurt or itch.

Ignoring Fu Cheng's gaze, he poured the last bit of wine into his cup.

When he got out of the tavern, Mo Weiyang knew that he would be retributed for stealing things with children, and it was true.

"Go this way, and get closer when you go back."

Mo Weiyang followed Fu Cheng and kicked and stepped in the rain, but Fu Cheng didn't receive the signal from behind him at all.

Mo Weiyang had no choice but to hold an umbrella and follow him around the long way, and before he could finish sighing, the popularity of the people in front of him was really getting smaller and smaller, Fu Cheng stopped halfway again.

Indeed, if they go any further, they can all go directly to the City Lord's Mansion to sit down.

You can see its thick walls from afar, and it is well deserved to be called a royal city. The glazed tiles that glow in the rain are clean and make people feel like a pilgrimage, and the crimson stone walls give people a surging feeling of blood boiling.

It is like a roaring flame that attracts countless people to come and keep warm.

Mo Weiyang stood in the rain with an umbrella and suddenly remembered the scene in her memory, she searched the entire yard but did not find matches, and finally only found a few stones.

It was the biggest fire she'd ever let go, and the biggest fire she'd ever seen.

She still remembered that the blue sky in the blood field was so beautiful that it made people panic.

A paper umbrella was on top of two people, the rain was heavier, the clothes on the lower half of his body were already soaked, Mo Weiyang stood next to Fu Cheng and kicked his feet.

"Go back and brush your shoes."

Even if I walked carefully on the broken tiles by the wall, my shoes were still splashed with a little mud, and it was very uncomfortable to get wet.

The mansion they are looking at now has obviously been uninhabited for a long time, and the towering gate and exposed roof show that the identity of the mansion owner is either rich or noble.

Mo Weiyang followed Fu Cheng all the way from the front door to the backyard, and finally stopped in front of a corner hole. Looking at Fu Cheng's constipated look on his face when he looked at the hole, Mo Weiyang wanted to tell him that it was really not good to drill the dog hole into someone else's house.

Maybe it could be done in another way, over the wall or something, and the lock on the back door was not a problem for her.

Anyway, except for this dog hole, everything is fine.

"I don't want to help you brush your shoes, you came with me." Fu Cheng stared at the dog cave and replied coldly, his tone was lower than before.

The reflex arc in the middle was a bit long, and before Mo Weiyang could react, he turned around and walked away, and Mo Weiyang had to trot two steps to keep up.

"You think I'm rare, you lost the last bet again, do you have to continue to pay the bill." Mo Weiyang said as he pushed the umbrella to Fu Cheng, and lowered his head to take the leaves hanging on the corner of his skirt.

"Of course I won't be on the bill."

It seems that the idea of drilling a dog hole has been dispelled.

"Last time it was a charade, you lost, right?"

"Hmm." Fu Cheng nodded in acknowledgement.

Mo Weiyang continued: "If you lose, you have to work, don't you?" ”

Fu Cheng hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "Yes." ”

"What about you?"

"Stealing Master's clothes is not work." Fu Cheng was a little surprised.

"That's filial piety, is there a problem with helping him take it off and wash it?"

Fu Cheng paused and replied, "Yes." ”

The two of them held an umbrella and walked until they could no longer see the royal city and the abandoned mansion.