Cui Hanzhang took a step forward, shifted his shape, and flashed behind the old man of the iron shop, grabbed his throat with his grappling hand, and scolded: "An old man of the iron shop can also know this? ”

"Noble man spare his life! Spare your life! The little old man guards the blacksmith shop, and he sees all kinds of people coming and going, etc., and he has heard a lot of stories, and he only blames the two masters for being too famous, I don't believe you can just find a child on the street and ask. ”

The old man of the blacksmith shop looked frightened, and clenched his fists again and again.

Cui Hanzhang didn't believe his words at all, and with a force in his hand, he threatened: "It's not honest, this set of rhetoric will come as soon as you open your mouth, I'm afraid it's already ready!" ”

The little old man's throat was held, his breathing became more and more difficult, his hands and feet struggled very miserably, and his mouth made a dry cough sound, at this time, many middle-aged men in ragged clothes surrounded by him, holding sticks in their hands and pointing at each other, speaking to each other in a foreign language they didn't understand, Xiao Wu approached Cui Hanzhang and countered him with his back, "Brother Cui, this group of people is not good, they want you to put the little old man in the blacksmith shop." ”

"Do they speak the official dialect of Beihu?"

"No, it's a common language of all ethnic groups in the grasslands."

Bai Yanqiu also felt that the situation was not good, and said with regret: "It's a bad old man, why do you attack it in groups?" If you knew about it, you should have brought more people out. ”

"I think I'll let him go first, right?"

"Don't you think we'll be targeted as soon as we enter the ghost market? Isn't it too strange that this bad old man was waiting at the ironware shop early when we were about to visit the ironware circulation, and that our every move was under the watchful eye of others? Cui Hanzhang felt that things were not so simple, and at this time he was just preemptive, trying to force out the people behind the scenes.

"It stands to reason that no one in Taikang City dares to do anything to the two of us, but now you and I are traveling in casual clothes, inexplicably trapped in the ghost market, and it is a place where different races live, even if there is some damage, I am afraid it will be a headless debt in the future." Bai Yanqiu looked at the group of big men in front of him, there were layers of eaves under the eaves on the wall, with a sad face, didn't all the bastards in the three squares of the ghost market gather over.

Just as the three of them were muttering in private to discuss countermeasures, they saw a purple-robed boy come out of the crowd and shouted at them: "I said that Hou Ye and Tanhualang, both of them are characters who will tremble three times when they stomp their feet and stomp on Taikang City, why bother with a blacksmith?" ”

When Cui Hanzhang heard him say that the short and thin old man was a blacksmith, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, the short and thin old man suddenly grabbed Cui Hanzhang's right hand with both hands, and his ten fingers were as strong and powerful as iron tongs, and he unexpectedly pulled away an inch, bent over and slid under his feet like an arch, and got out like a loach. This blacksmith has been working on blacksmiths for decades and has developed a lot of strength, and he is really powerful, and Cui Hanzhang can't hold him.

"That's a lot of strength!" Cui Hanzhang blurted out and praised that the blacksmith who could escape under his capture was the only one.

"Take! Concession! The thin blacksmith rolled up his face and replied with a smile and a fist.

The blacksmith walked back to the shop in two or three steps, grabbed a huge copper hammer with one hand, a single hammer head was the size of his two heads, and he resisted on his shoulders more like two extra heads, the whole picture was funny and full of a sense of disobedience, Bai Yanqiu couldn't help but speak, "Good luck Longdong, this hammer goes down, and everyone is smashed into meatloaf." ”

Cui Hanzhang looked at the blacksmith's copper hammer, and couldn't help but think of the Xin stall head he met in Youyun City back then, he also used such a pair of Weng Jin hammers back then, beating people like hanging paintings, and he just broke a bloody road for everyone.

Bai Yanqiu was a little stunned when he saw him, pushed him with his arm, and complained: "When is it, you still have time to wander?" ”

Cui Hanzhang didn't pay attention to him, but stepped forward and hugged his fists and said to the blacksmith: "How offensive just now, Your Excellency has a lot of strength, but Cui Mou is a little familiar with this pair of Weng Jinhammer, I don't know if Your Excellency still has the same brother?" ”

The short and thin blacksmith was full of doubts, and he couldn't understand what medicine was sold in the gourd of the Tanhualang in front of him, so he cleared his throat and said, "I don't have any senior brothers, and I have the strength to practice iron. ”

The blacksmith grinned, tightened his grip on the handle of the hammer as he spoke, and struck the two copper hammers in tandem with a humming sound like thunder.

"Cui Tanhua is almost late at this time?" The purple-robed boy put away the paper fan in his hand and said with a smile.

Bai Yanqiu also thought so in his heart, but it was difficult to say, and when the purple-robed boy said it, he nodded involuntarily.

As a result, he was kicked on his calf by Cui Hanzhang coldly, glaring at him with a disgusted expression, Bai Yanqiu smiled embarrassedly, thinking about quickly diverting his attention, so he asked the purple-robed boy loudly: "If you come, you will be safe, you know that you are visiting with Cui Tanhua, why don't you hurry up and make tea for guests, are we really scared?" ”

The purple-robed boy smiled slightly, waved his left hand, and the people who were originally around dispersed one after another, coming and scattering faster.

"Since the two of them raised their feet and stepped into the ghost market Sanfang, Benjun has already received news that the distinguished guests have come to Fengle Fang to shine."

Cui Hanzhang noticed that his speech and demeanor revealed calmness everywhere, thinking that he dared to call himself the monarch in the ghost city, and he could summon and command everyone in just a few words, and it was estimated that only Ziyunjun could do it.

As he spoke, Ziyunjun stretched out his hand sideways, motioning for them to follow.

Cui Hanzhang and Bai Yanqiu glanced at each other, and each of them guessed the identity of the purple-robed son in front of them, "I am tired that Ziyunjun personally went out to greet him, and this battle is flattering." ”

"Lingwu Hou don't want to be surprised, as the so-called ignorant is not to blame, the two are traveling in casual clothes, except for Benjun and Lao Tie in the ghost city, no one knows the true identity of Er."

Bai Yanqiu deliberately stopped when passing by the Fenglefang archway, raised his head and carefully glanced at the newly erected archway, and asked seemingly casually: "If I remember correctly, this archway should have been erected in the fifteenth year of Taizu, and it should have been a hundred years since then, how can it look so new?" ”

Ziyunjun's face twitched, and he didn't answer his words, but let the three of them into the archway, Lao Tie carried Weng Jin's hammer to guard the door, and the four of them entered the inner room.

The fragrance enters the nose, Cui Hanzhang looks around, the interior decoration is simple, the three walls are bookcases, the cabinets are full of various classics, the books of the hundred schools of thought are everything, a plaque is hung above the bookcase, the book "stacks the room into the book mountain", there is a desk under the plaque, there are four treasures of the study room on the table, there is a calligraphy that the ink has not dried, and the other side is placed a pot of literati Qinggong attached to the stone calamus, the leaves are tender and yellow, there are water droplets condensed, it can be seen that the care is very careful.

"The cold room is shabby, which makes the three of them smile."

Cui Hanzhang thought to himself that it was rumored outside that Ziyun Jun was an underworld giant, and he was ruthless in charge of the three squares of the ghost market, but looking at his gentle speech and demeanor, the decoration in the stacked room was more elegant, and he was clearly a scholar who looked like a scholar than him, could the rumors be wrong? "Ziyunjun is really powerful, can't he have known it from the moment Cui left the house?" Cui Hanzhang couldn't help but express the doubts in his heart, and the unpleasant meaning in his tone could not be more clear.

After Ziyunjun walked into the stacking room, he took out a set of tea cups from under the bookcase, stirred the flames on the small stove, and then picked up the bamboo tube to blow Wang, picked up the tea, warmed the pot, washed the tea, brewed, and made the soup, and the action was done in one go, and then the three of them were invited to sit down and taste, and after drinking the cup of tea and soup, Yu Yu said: "Tanhualang and Lingwuhou are both big names in Taikang City, and every move involves the interests of all parties. ”

Bai Yanqiu was like a cow drink, drank the tea soup in one gulp, and couldn't help frowning: "What tea?" So bitter? ”

Cui Hanzhang put the tea cup in front of his nose and smelled it, a feeling of déjà vu surged into his heart, and then slowly put it into his mouth, rolled the tea soup on the tongue coating and swallowed it, and said quietly: "I didn't expect Ziyunjun to drink the wild tea of Yunshen Temple here, it is really an unexpected harvest!" ”

Ziyunjun's eyes lit up: "Tanhualang knows the goods, it seems that it is in vain that Benjun took out the treasured good tea." ”

Bai Yanqiu turned his head to look at him, looked at him and asked, "You know this, too?" ”

Cui Hanzhang put down the teacup and explained: "When I participated in the scientific examination of Jin'an Gongyuan, it happened to be a snowstorm, fortunately the abbot of Yunshen Temple took me in, and I and more than a dozen students stayed in Yunshen Temple, and by chance drank the wild tea produced by Shenxiu Peak. ”

"Although there are rumors of eyeliner, how do you know that we will stop at the blacksmith shop? And there is a blacksmith waiting for us, could it be that Ziyunjun can pinch and calculate or cultivate his heart? Cui Hanzhang talked about the wild tea in one sentence, and then turned the topic back to their whereabouts.

"Tanhua Lang doesn't want to make a joke about Benjun, how can a master who can cultivate his heart still roll in this red dust?"

"It's just that Taikang City is treacherous, which one doesn't have some special means? As the so-called snake has a snake road, a rat has a rat road, and the ghost market is in the cracks of the three squares to survive, but it also has its own doorway, and the others please forgive me for the inconvenience of telling you. Ziyunjun poured tea soup for the three of them again and invited them to taste it.

After Bai Yanqiu heard Cui Hanzhang introduce that this is a wild tea produced in Shenxiu Peak Yunshen Temple, he deliberately tasted it carefully, and forcibly endured the bitterness and smacked the tea soup in his mouth, but no matter how he tasted it, in addition to bitterness or bitterness, he had to give up, thinking that there was such a thing as vassal elegance, and he couldn't learn it.

Cui Hanzhang looked at Ziyunjun who was engrossed in boiling tea and soup, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought, he really couldn't imagine that the three squares of the ghost market could have such a big energy, just after a short stay, he swept to the corner of the iron shop and was full of iron, these are all good materials for forging weapons, and they are all prohibited items under the control of the Ministry of War.

"The huge Taikang City, how can it not accommodate a few lonely ghosts in the ghost market, some businesses are not done in the ghost market, and there will be others who do it." Seeing him staring at him in deep thought, Ziyunjun spoke again.

When Cui Hanzhang heard this, he unconsciously thought of Sima Rui, the second company of the Sima family who died early, and asked: "Then Sima Rui's transaction is also a ghost market?" ”

Ziyunjun raised his head suddenly, and a terrifying divine light shot out of his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Cui Hanzhang's thoughts, that is, Bai Yanqiu and Xiao Wu both felt the murderous aura in their eyes, and the two of them were cold, and they felt a thousand catties in their hearts.