Yu Xiu left in a hurry, packed some simple luggage and loaded it into the carriage, and only brought twenty disciples with him. It was only two hours after he came out of the sword casting pool, and he and Nan Yang rode down the mountain in a car.

The horses pulling the cart were two excellent sweaty horses, which traveled fast and endured for a long time overnight, all the way south, and soon crossed the northern frontier into the Central Plains. In only four days, Yu Xiu and his party were ready to enter the customs.

Yu Xiu has been busy deploying, and there are endless flying pigeon biographies written all day long, Nan Yang is on the side to help, both of them are silent, and they don't talk much about anything along the way except for saying a few words about sects or rivers and lakes. It's just that Nan Yang's wrist has not been cleared, and the pain is severe from time to time, and Yu Xiu prepared some pills for her to relieve it.

Yu Xiu led his disciples to prepare for a night's rest at the post station, four days and three nights, even if he and Nan Yang could stand together in the carriage, the twenty disciples who followed them were all riding horses and sleepless, so they should rest well and replenish some food.

At the dinner table, Yu Xiu and Nan Yang sat at a table and put a few sumptuous dishes on the table. Yu Xiu finished eating hastily, and Nan Yang slowly chewed a bowl of rice on the side.

Yu Xiu buried his head in writing something, glanced at Nan Yang with his spare eyes, and whispered: "You haven't rested well in the past two days, take some Tranquility Pill tonight, otherwise your spirit will not be enough, and your injuries will heal slowly." ”

"Yes, senior brother." Nanyang Ying Road.

"You have been the same as before all these years, you don't say anything, I am your senior brother, you ......" Yu Xiu paused and changed the topic again, "Just eat some vegetables, you always like to eat only white rice, and you can't eat any tricks." ”

Nanyang put down the dishes and chopsticks: "Senior brother, be busy, I'll go out for a walk." ”

Yu Xiu nodded, watched Nan Yang step out of the threshold and leave his sight, and focused on his letterhead again.

The specifications of the post station in Guanzhong are not shabby, the scenery is naturally very different from the northern Xinjiang, this season is just in autumn, and the trees in the backyard of the post station are full of red maple and yellow leaves, overlapping and overlapping.

Nan Yang walked to the place where a tree changed hands, and saw two people talking in the dark corner not far from the courtyard, one fat and one thin. She wanted to avoid it, but the occasional few words that came into her ears made her stop.

"When did the master call us back? …… We are also the original thirty-six secret guards, but now we are spent in these clueless places......" The fat man's tone was full of resentment.

The thin man comforted: "Who would have thought, the master of the door insisted on looking for it, this search has been for so many years, but the ghost knows where that person is?" You were just sent, just figure it out, don't get in the way, maybe after a while, the door master won't want to do this. ”

"Is it possible? The door owner is afraid that he will have to find it for a lifetime! ”

"Where's the saying? …… If you find it, you're done. Although...... It's ridiculous. ”

The fat man's voice turned low: "Can ...... Didn't I hear that the family of the owner of the door was killed a few years ago? Seeing that he was wrapped in a coffin and put into the ground, why did he start looking for the little master again? ”

"You don't know?! …… In the first few years, they were indeed dead, and the master of the door also deliberately found a wonderful place, full of intricate tunnel mechanisms, and built a particularly large mausoleum there to bury the wife and the little master. You also know that the owner of the door has a deep affection for his wife, and the mausoleum is comparable to the royal family. As a result, it attracted the upside-down...... You know that, right? He who touches the dead and does the work. When the owner went to worship again, he was furious when he found that the mausoleum had been stolen, and when he counted the lost items, he found that something was wrong with his youngest daughter's coffin...... The body is gone in the coffin! ”

"What?! Is there such a thing? Even the dumplings are stolen? ”

"Which brainless thief steals zongzi! What is the value of the funeral goods, but what is the value of the corpses of the dead? …… The owner of the door suspected that the little master had cheated to death, so he followed the inverted bucket and left, or he went out by himself along the road hewn by the inverted bucket, and he didn't know the detailed reason. Tsk, I can't figure it out even if I think about it, but what the door owner thinks makes sense. But God knows if the little master is alive or dead? So many years ago, he really died and was buried, and even if he is alive now, how can we know where? ”

"Yes! …… If you have no reason, you have to look for it, and it is estimated that the one who is upside down has gone away for the convenience of Yishun, and I don't know where it turned into ashes......"

"Hey, it's useless to complain, just look for it...... If we look for it for a few more years, we'll find it all in the soil......"

The next conversation was nothing to hear, and Nan Yang slowly paced. These two people's martial arts are very good, if it weren't for Nan Yang's light breath and excellent ear power, I wouldn't have heard them say these words.

Nan Yang thought back and forth these words secretly. After thinking about it for a while, I didn't think that these two people should belong to that sect. There are many sects established by Yimen on the rivers and lakes, and the Tangjiabao in Bashu is also known as the Tang Gate, and the owner of the door in the mouth of these two people does not know which one. How many grievances and grievances between various families over the years, and how many people have been destroyed, this incident is a strange story, and the dead are resurrected.

It's none of her business, she heard an interesting story.

Nan Yang was thinking about these things, and before he knew it, he walked out of the post station, it was getting dark, and the streets were lit up with bright lights. The people began to walk towards the east in a concentrated manner, their faces beaming with joy and red light. Thinking that there was something interesting, Nan Yang followed them together, and it was rare to want to join in the fun.

It was originally a night market in the east, but this time it happened to be a coincidence, and the night market that only gathers once in seven days happened to be bumped into by Nanyang. The small streets are distributed back and forth, and the roadside is full of lively vendors, each street is different, but it is very similar, and it is full of people walking inside, living like a small labyrinth.

The lights illuminate the place as if it were daylight, and it is crowded with people, and it is extremely prosperous. Nanyang is more quiet, but they all come in, and they can't go out for a while, so they can only look around.

There are a lot of knick-knacks on both sides of the street, at first glance, either women like it, or children love to play, what rouge gouache, calligraphy and painting antiques, sugar pill noodles. It's a pity that Qinghuan is not around, there are a lot of interesting things here, all of which have never been available in the North Punishment. Children must be very happy to see this.

When Qinghuan grows up, take her to see it.

Nan Yang stopped in front of a small stall selling masks, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a half-faced white jade moire mask. A thin layer of white jade looks brilliant, cold and handy. The auspicious clouds on it are delicate and fine-grained, complex and beautiful.

Nan Yang looked at it for a moment, and reached out to take the mask.

The cold fingers touched it, and suddenly they met the fingers of another person. With an instant contact, the soft feeling of the person's warm fingertips bloomed on his slightly icy fingertips, making Nan Yang subconsciously withdraw his hand immediately to avoid it.

Nan Yang raised his eyes and looked over, only to see a woman in green clothes standing beside him. The woman was also looking at her, her eyebrows and eyes were as clear and bright as ink paintings, looking forward to the brilliance, and the black hair that reached the thighs was only loosely tied at the ends, which was very charming, and she looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she felt very restrained.

The atmosphere was awkward and silent for a while.

Two stunning women stood on the side of the road and looked at each other, one dressed in white like snow, otherworldly; One is quiet and elegant, with picturesque eyebrows. For a time, it attracted the attention of many pedestrians.

"The girl likes this too? Take it, girl. The woman in Tsing Yi spoke first, her tone humble and polite, and her eyes precipitated a mature calmness that surpassed her age.

"Thanks for the kindness, I'm just looking. It's rude. Nan Yang bowed slightly, signaled and turned to leave.

It's only two steps.

"Girl, stay." The woman in Tsing Yi called Nanyang again.

"What?" Nanyang stopped, and the words were habitually cold.

"I remember, I know you. I met you seven years ago when I was a kid. The woman in Tsing Yi took a few steps closer to Nanyang, and smiled at the corner of her lips, "Are you...... Nanyang, right? ”

Nan Yang looked at the woman in Tsing Yi again, but she really didn't have any impression at all: "I don't remember you." ”

"Huh...... Don't remember me...... But you should have heard of me, my name is Junqiao. ”

"It was the young valley master." Nan Yang raised her eyebrows slightly, she still didn't expect to meet people from Ranhua Valley here.

"It's been seven years, and Lord Nanyang is still the same as he was back then, and he hasn't aged at all. I only got here seven years ago. Junqiao gestured to his chest.

Nan Yang just responded politely: "Hmm." ”

"I actually met the lord of the northern punishment in the night market, and I ...... It's really fateful to take a fancy to the same mask with the Lord. Junqiao looked at Nan Yang and smiled deeply.

"Is the young valley lord also going to Los Angeles? What about the others in the Valley of Flowers? ”

"I'm going to Los Angeles, and the others will go to the post station to settle down first, so I'll have to come here for a walk. North Penalty ...... Did you send the Lord to go in person? ”

"And my senior brother, who is also settled in the inn now."

Junqiao was a little surprised: "There are two of them?" …… Well...... Since we are a place to live, why don't we walk two laps together and get together? ”

Nan Yang replied lightly: "No, I'll go back." The young valley lord walks slowly. ”

Junqiao said again: "Wait. ”

As she spoke, Junqiao raised her right hand, and suddenly a small bird flew out of her cuff, flew around her, and landed on Nanyang's shoulder deftly.

Nan Yang looked sideways, and found that this bird was actually made of wood, the fine wooden bones were extremely ingenious, the bird's head and wings were lifelike, and the circle that had just flown was clearly no different from the live bird.

She knew that Ranhua Valley was good at celestial mechas, but she never knew that they had reached such a level that they could be compared to living creatures.

"Today is the first time I met, a little gadget, talk about my heart." Jun Qiao arched his hand and said goodbye, "The lord walks slowly." ”

The mecha made by Ranhua Valley must be more than just fun. This little wooden bird must be very useful, and it is carried by Junqiao, so it must not be a vulgar thing. Nan Yang didn't refuse, after accepting it, he thanked Junqiao, turned around and walked lightly and slowly, gradually disappearing into the crowd.

Junqiao watched Nan Yang leave, and stood still for a long time, looking at the place where Nan Yang disappeared. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and looked at the white jade mask.

At night, the lights on the side of the street shone on the glossy white jade, and the originally cold white jade was coated with a warm halo by the dim yellow light, which was even more chic.