On the sixth watch, the sky is bright.

Four Seas City is actually very large.

Since Wu Chen said goodbye to "Fu Chengcheng", he left the ghost market in the west alone and went to the anchor on the other side to take the small ferry from Neizhou to the location of the Tianzong Mountain Gate.

The shore of the Four Seas is on the opposite side of the Tianjiadu Port of the Four Seas, but fortunately, there are detailed records on the map that cost two Amethysts to buy.

Wu Chen's movements were a little strange, at least for those monks who passed by.

After a few steps, he turned his head and looked up slightly at the distance behind him, if it was like this, he smacked his lips from time to time after seeing it, as if he was still unsatisfied.

Wu Chen, who turned his head again, ignored the strange eyes of others, and strode forward.

"A fight on the top of a mountain, a fight on the top of a mountain!"

What his honest brother was planning, Wu Chen roughly guessed something.

It's like a group of children eating candy, and one of the skinniest children is eating the smallest candy, but it's eating the longest, what does this make the stronger children think?

Is there something unattainable about the skinniest child? Did he secretly hide candy to show it?

When the child was replaced by a monk of the Upper Three Realms, the thinnest one was the top spot of the Four Seas Trading Firm Fu Nanqiang, who was not even in the Upper Three Realms.

As for the candy of different sizes, everything is reasonable if it is replaced by Shouyuan.

For those who are already standing on the top of the mountain, how rich the Four Seas Trading House is, the Xuanjing is piled up into a mountain, the Xuanqi is rotten into a warehouse, and the forces behind them are not counted, these things are not much tempting for themselves.

And the real temptation, for those monks on the top of the mountain, is the person who Fu Nan Wall itself, itself.

A monk of the Middle Three Realms who lived longer than the Emperor of the Upper Three Realms.

They all thought that the monks of the Upper Three Realms were out of the dust, but in fact, the longer they lived, the greater the greed in their hearts.

Ordinary monks, greedy and greedy.

Better Xuanqi, more Xuanjing, better sects, and even the envy of others on the mountain.

In the higher monks, there will be less greed, authority and cultivation, greater authority, higher cultivation.

For the small group of monks on the top of the mountain, they are less greedy, but on the contrary, they are more pure, even if they pursue a higher mountaintop, their purpose is only one, higher cultivation.

Zuixiang Street in Sihai City, the most remote location and the smallest one, is called the two-story restaurant of Xianglixiang.

Although it is the most remote location, the business can be ranked in the top three of the entire Zuixiang Street.

It's not the kind of top Xianjia restaurant that deliberately chooses the most remote location and does it deliberately.

If you talk about the word grade, Xiangli Xiang Restaurant is definitely at the end of this drunken incense street, but if you talk about the number of customers, Xiangli Xiang Restaurant is definitely second to none.

Don't think that only those people in the Four Seas City can come and squander the Xuanjing that seems to be inexhaustible.

Actually, no, but more of them are ordinary monks.

The cultivation is neither high nor low, the family background is not high or low, and the ancestral hall of the sect is neither big nor small.

This type of monk instead accounts for seventy percent of the monks in Four Seas City.

Therefore, the location is the most partial, and the Xiangli restaurant is not too big, but the business is particularly good.

On the morning of the sixth watch, although the hall on the first floor of the Xiangli Township Restaurant was not full, there were also scattered seven or eight tables.

There are many kinds of monks at the seven or eight tables, most of them are of two kinds, one is to gulp wine, and their faces are full of excitement. I think there must be something very joyful.

The other is still gulping the wine, but his face is full of sorrow, and he drinks what is called a sad word.

Most of these people who got up early to drink were monks who stayed up all night or several nights in the street of gambling houses.

There are wins and losses, and naturally there are joys and sorrows.

They are the same drinkers, but they are different people.

On the square table by the window on the first floor of the Xiang Restaurant in the alley, there were two monks.

A slightly old one, with black and white in the strands of hair, but he was dressed in strong armor.

Opposite the old man in Jinjia, an old Taoist priest with a slightly kind face, his hair was black, and he was dressed in Taoist clothes, wearing Taoist robes and Taoist crowns.

A pinch of black beard.

The two sat opposite each other, and on the square table was placed the signature mountain wine "Xiangli Xiang" of the Xiangli Tavern, and the name of the tavern was intuitively borrowed from the name of the wine.

And the owner of the tavern sells this delicious and cheap alley incense.

Two small black cans, one for each of the two people sitting opposite each other.

If you look closely, you will find that the wine jars on the table of the two are similar and different from those on other tables.

Although a glance at glance shows that they are the kind of chestnut yellow cone-shaped wine jars commonly used in taverns.

But the one on the table for the two of them was more shabby, and there were faint specks of dirt that would only exist after years of deep burial.

Moreover, the most important point is that there is no special aroma of wine in the fragrant wine jars in the alley of the two of them, which is on the square table of other monks.

The fragrance in the alley, the incense in the alley, without that fragrance, it is really a little incomprehensible.

Even in the tavern, there were no monks who cared about such trivial matters.

Winners are thinking about how to spend it, or whether to continue to gamble more next time.

And those who lose money are thinking about how to fill the gaps they lost first, or how to win next time.

Who would have the leisure to care about these trivial matters to them?

If you have that spare time, you might as well think about how to continue to win, and how to continue to win back.

But the old shopkeeper in front of the counter, who usually doesn't show up, has a heart hanging in his throat, and even his hands that are gently playing with the abacus are trembling slightly.

Although his head was buried in the wooden counter, the old shopkeeper would sneak a peek at the square table sitting opposite the two of them by the window from time to time with very covert movements.

Every time I glanced at it, my heart trembled a little.

If you don't shake, you can't do it, that's the ancestor.

In front of the wooden square table, the two people sitting opposite each other looked a little weird, obviously looking at each other, but they were lifeless, as if they were sitting on two empty shells.

The shopkeeper who was fiddling with the abacus looked up at the wooden table in a way that he thought was quiet, only to see the two empty shells on the wooden table shook slightly, and then the shopkeeper hiding behind the wooden counter saw two pairs of eyes looking at him in unison.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then his legs went limp, and he collapsed into the wooden counter.

The tavern guy on the side hurriedly picked up the shopkeeper who had behaved particularly strangely since the morning.

The old shopkeeper who got up again simply buried his head in the counter.