Three poles on the sun.

An unkempt and ragged young man with a short knife at his waist stepped into the long street.

He was a prodigal son, and no one knew his name, no one knew where he came from and where he was going.

The prodigal son dragged a pair of tired feet, the corners of his chapped mouth opened many gaps, and a pair of small eyes stared firmly ahead.

The alley is as deep as the sea, and the street is as far as smoke.

The prodigal son touched the handle of the knife, and the handle was peculiar, it was actually made of two pieces of bamboo. The prodigal son smiled visibly in his tired countenance, a smile of relief.

Could it be that the prodigal son traveled thousands of miles and traveled long distances in order to find this paradise on earth.

※ Three years undefeated Golden Bud Tea House.

The sunlight filled the room, and Su Yuan took a sip of Longwu Mountain Yunwu Tea, calmed down, and prepared to put the tea cup back on the table. His gaze fell through the window onto the street, and at that moment, he felt that the street was a little strange as usual, a strange one out of place.

In front of him came a man, a young man with a gray face, who looked exhausted, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet were tattered, as if they had come from a distant horizon.

The young man walked unhurriedly and with a relieved expression, like a prodigal son who had been wandering for many years and finally set foot on the land of his homeland.

Su Yuanwai's gaze fell on the prodigal son's waist, on the short knife that the prodigal son was carrying at his waist, and on the handle of the knife made of bamboo chips.

Su Yuan's heart tightened, and with a "bang", the teacup fell to the ground and was smashed. Su Yuanwai breathed urgently, and his hands became cold......

※ Fairy Casino.

Huo Huyuan's hands were itchy, and he came to gamble a few more.

Rich everyone wins, the casino is crowded and noisy. There are dice rollers, there are those who play pai gow, there are those who bet on big and small, and there are those who buy single and double,

Huo Huyuan has not been to the Immortal Casino since the last time he saw a man and a woman looking at the paintings on the wall in the Hengtang of the casino.

Today I had good luck and won two or three coins of silver. It is a bodhisattva's estimation that an old man like him who cares for the home can have this kind of luck.

Huo Huyuan is very content, and usually takes time to play a few games in the fairy casino, and retires after winning two or three dollars of silver, and is never greedy. His requirements were not high.

Most of the people who gambled with him were poor men, even if they were hungry. It is the nature of gamblers to save food and gamble.

Whenever Huo Huyuan saw that the people who lost all their money wanted to cry without tears and wanted to die or live, they wanted to return the winning funds to others with compassion. But I thought about it in a blink of an eye: I have a big beard, and there is no one around me to warm the bed. As soon as he was sad in his heart, he hardened his heart and left with money.

When Huo Huyuan saw Bai Huahua's silver, he thought of Bai Huahua's woman, if he was lucky for a few days, he could marry a woman and go home. Thinking of the old cow eating tender grass, Huo Huyuan laughed out loud as he walked.

Walking out of the fairy casino, the sun pierced him so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

Huo Huyuan rubbed his eyes, and a young figure walked in the sun, his hair was messy, his clothes were stretched, and he looked like a beggar. Huo Huyuan was not surprised. This kind of prodigal son who does not cover his body is all over the street, ordinary can no longer be ordinary, ordinary can no longer be ordinary.

Compared to these prodigal sons, Huo Huyuan felt that he was simply living in heaven.

The figure of the prodigal son was getting closer and closer, and Huo Huyuan saw that the prodigal son was carrying a short knife around his waist, and the handle of the knife was actually sandwiched with two pieces of bamboo.

An invisible hand grabbed Huo Huyuan's throat, Huo Huyuan couldn't breathe, and his heart kept sinking.

※ Sake pool.

"Jokes, jokes." The new shopkeeper of Jiuchi laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

There is nothing more interesting in the world than this, and someone has tried to sell wine to the wine pool more than once. The best wine in the world is nothing more than the wine pool. Are wine sellers deaf? If the old shopkeeper is here, why don't you skin the wine seller?

What's even more interesting is that the wine sold by this person is colorless and tasteless, called "carefree".

"Whoever drinks the jar of wine from my Shenshan people will be carefree, no more pain, no more troubles." The Shen Shanren who sold wine swore an oath.

Shen Shanren's impression of the new shopkeeper is that of a madman, an out-and-out madman.

Of course, the new shopkeeper will not buy Shen Shanren's wine! When have you ever seen a normal person buy a lunatic's liquor?

Looking at Shen Shanren's staggered out of the wine pool with a little rickety back, the new shopkeeper sympathized: Could it be that Shen Shanren has unspeakable hardships?

Dark clouds covered the sun, the wind was blowing on the streets, and Shen Shanren's hearts were a little gloomy.

Looking at the flying wine flags in the wind, Shen Shanren said to himself: "One day, the people of Benshan will sell this jar of wine into the wine pool." ”

Falling leaves flying, a person walking in the center of the street, a pair of dirty legs, a pair of tattered straw sandals, leaving a footprint on the bluestone slab, and the scenery of the street is not related.

The footsteps stepped on the tip of Shen Shanren's heart one by one, and the bamboo handle of the waist knife stabbed his eyes, I don't know if it was a weak heart or weak hands, the jar of wine that he had been holding in his arms fell to the ground all of a sudden, and fell apart......

※Abu's noodle stall.

The noodle stall is not closed. Tailor Guo's heart was warm.

Abu heard the footsteps of the tailor Guo Da and lifted his head with his horns in his braids. Probably because he has been busy for a long time, the corners of his forehead are full of fine and crystalline beads of sweat.

"You're here." Abu said softly, as if he was sure that the tailor Guo Da would come to the noodle stall.

Tailor Guo Da's heart was sour: ten years ago, whenever he returned to his hometown's courtyard, his woman always said "You are here" softly. His expression was the same as Abu's, full of care, and his day's fatigue melted away.

It's a pity that such good days are gone, and the culprit is none other than himself.

"Another bowl of noodles."

A man's voice, deep and deep, seemed to come from the ground.

Tailor Guo looked around, and apart from him, there was only a young prodigal son eating noodles, gobbling up and sweating profusely.

Tailor Guo Da was amused by this lifeless way of eating, and raised the corners of his mouth.

His gaze inadvertently swept to the waist of the young man, who carried a short knife with a bamboo handle at his waist.

Tailor Guo's breathing suddenly became short.

Abu raised his head, and the tailor Guo Da was nowhere to go, and there was half a bowl of noodles on the table......

※ Guo Da Tailor just left with the front foot, and Cang'er and Haishang came to Abu's noodle stall with the back foot. Daily patrols and going to Abu noodle stalls to eat a bowl of noodles have become an indispensable part of Cang'er and Haishang.

In the past few days, Cang'er has been waiting for news from Jiang Tao.

Not long ago, in the Jiang Tao Boat, Cang Er told Jiang Tao in detail about the idea of rebuilding the Jingshi patrol, and entrusted Jiang Tao to find candidates for him to be the head of the wind, cloud, and thunder cards. A few days have passed, and there is no news from Jiang Tao's side.

"You're here."

Someone was greeting Cang'er.

Cang'er glanced at the noodle stall, only a young man was eating noodles, Abu was busy, who was greeting him?

"Actually, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Another sentence drifted into Cang'er's ears.

Cang'er noticed that the young man's shoulders were swaying, apparently he was talking just now.

Cang'er looked at the young man carefully, and saw that he was ragged and unkempt, like a prodigal son who had wandered the world.

Cang'er didn't know this prodigal son at all.

Could it be one of the four ghosts? The eight of them traveled from modern times to the Tang Dynasty, only he and Qingyin have a whereabouts, March, Flounder, Smoker, Sprinkler, Gambler, and Lust have no whereabouts.

Thinking of this, Cang'er sat down opposite the young prodigal.