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Zhangye County.

"Boom......."

A large number of county soldiers who were stubborn and stubborn ran in a hurry.

At a stall on the side of the road, an old Taoist priest sighed and put down the dusty noodle bowl.

Lao Dao wears a jade dragon hairpin on his head, wears gossip clothes, a crane on his back and a turtle's back, phoenix eyes and eyebrows, a ruddy complexion, an elegant demeanor, and his demeanor is indeed outstanding.

Its humane name is called: Ziyang.

Ziyang Zhenren was eighty years old at the time, still walking steadily, with a monster-like childlike strength, often traveling north and south of the river, while expressing affection for the landscape, to avoid some unnecessary troubles.

The Ziyang Dao man, who had lost his appetite, reached out and took it into his arms.

And then......

[Out of money? 】

The old Taoist priest's face was miserable, and he chuckled in his heart.

The price of scarcity and wandering, idle clouds and wild cranes, is a poor word...... I can't collect the money for sesame oil.

Ziyang Zhenren bared his teeth, his eyes looked at the one he put on the table, the gorgeous sword given by the barbarian son of the Nanyang Wu family, and wondered if he should pick off the last piece of broken gem inlaid on his head and pay for this meal.

Or.

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