"Sell sugar gourds! Sell sugar gourds! Guest officer, do you want to string sugar gourds? ”

"Hey, the sugar gourd seller, it's late at night, I'll say goodbye first!"

A sturdy man in ragged clothes with several patches on his body picked up a pole and said goodbye to his fellow workers who were selling goods on the street with him.

On the bustling and lively side streets, there is an endless flow of people.

The second floor of the tavern seems to have been chartered by more than a dozen people, and the shopkeeper received a few pieces of silver in the second-hand shop, with a smile on his face, this tip is enough for him to pay half a month's salary, and this group of people is really generous.

"A few masters, what do you order?" The shopkeeper bent over, a cloth to wipe his sweat hung on his right shoulder, "There is a good daughter red here, and there are some fine wines made by the store themselves." ”

"A bottle of daughter red is enough."

A young man with a sword holding a sword sitting sideways on the balcony on the second floor of the tavern said lightly, he was wearing a black tights, with a relatively shallow scar on his forehead, and his tone seemed calm, but in fact it was more like indifference.

"Okay! What about these masters? The shopkeeper looked to the side.

The four people sitting around a table were of different shapes, and there was a strange fat monk with a smile on his face, looking very peaceful, with a good smell of sandalwood.

However, this fat monk doesn't seem to have any taboos, and the chicken leg that picks up the plate is a bite, and he doesn't have the compassion of the monks at all, and his behavior is weirdly tight.

But what does that have to do with him?

There are more weirdos that the shopkeeper has encountered, and if everyone has to think about it, it will be tiring, not to mention that the more weirdos they are, the more tips they will get.

"It's enough for us to have a few plates of stir-fry." There was a man in an official robe sitting next to the fat monk, but his voice was very soft, and the shopkeeper was startled with a lot of goosebumps when he heard this voice.

"Okay." After asking these words, the shopkeeper left.

As he walked away from the stairs on the second floor, there was a ripple, as if he had crossed out of one space to another.

This is an energy force field.

In order to avoid the leakage of news, and at the same time, the special force field used to make the tavern here more natural, as for the effect, let them say some keywords, with the effect of blocking, after all, this is the territory of the right way.

If you make the movement too big, it's easy to attract some annoying flies.

"To be honest, it's better to go to my Guangying Palace..."The man in the official robe said in a strange voice: "It's not a good thing to turn over here, if someone is caught." ”

"Guang Hotaru Palace?" The fat monk smiled happily and said, "Then you can also come to my Zuile Temple, there is wine and meat, wouldn't it be wonderful?" ”

"You and I all know that the various sects of the Demon Dao are fighting their own battles, and naturally no one can trust anyone if they suddenly form an alliance, and it is better to meet for the first time in this kind of place." The sword-wielding man sitting on the balcony walked down.

His eyes were sharp and he looked at another scholar who was pouring wine alone.

This scholar's eyes are full of gentleness and elegance, there is no murderous intent at all, he wears a set of white-washed Confucian shirts, lifts up his long sleeves, and drinks softly like singing alone.

"You said yes, right?" The man holding the sword jerked out his sword.

The scholar didn't dodge, and he didn't know when to hold the folding fan on his waist in his hand.

Sword fans intersect.

The two are fighting each other.

The aura in the body collides with each other.

Then both of them slowly withdrew their weapons, the scholar still looked light, and the man holding the sword snorted and took two steps back, "I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and the cultivation of the Thousand-Faced Demon Venerable has improved a lot." ”

There seemed to be a hint of exclamation in his tone.

But the killing intent in his eyes was unreservedly exposed.

"Hey, hey, hey, two of you, don't meet or fight to kill." On another case, there was an old man blindfolded with rags and said in a regretful tone: "The various sects of the Demon Dao finally gathered together, and before they talked about anything, they were injured one or two, don't say the right way, if you go on like this, the left branch of the side door can destroy my Demon Dao!" ”

"The old blind man is telling the truth." The fat monk laughed and said: "The Demon Dao has been broken for a long time, and it all started because of infighting. ”

"Breaking the game?" The man holding the sword smiled and said: "My Nine Shadows Sect has a grudge with the Thousand-Faced Demon Venerable for a long time, this alliance has him, there is no me, this alliance has me, there is no him." ”

The scholar's eyelids moved.

"Brother... The matter of forming an alliance is a matter that the sects have discussed for a long time, and I will compensate the Nine Shadows Sect on behalf of the Thousand-Faced Demon Venerable, this grievance should not be resolved, why don't both sides take a step back? Is that good? ”

Behind the old blind man.

The white-haired old man, who hadn't spoken for a long time, coughed, and his most eyesight was his gray goatee, which had reached his abdomen, and his face was covered with age spots, coughing incessantly.

The man holding the sword saw the white-haired old man speak, and forcibly held back the unhappiness in his heart and said: "Old Demon Master, I have respected you for a long time in the Nine Shadows Sect, and I am willing to give you a face, but it is still the same sentence, this alliance has me without him, and this alliance has him without me." ”

The white-haired old man seemed to weigh something.

The fingers of the right hand are played on the table with great regularity.

The Nine Shadows Sect is the sect that recruits the most disciples among all the demon sects, with tens of thousands of disciples under its command, and is the mainstay of the Demon Dao, while the Thousand-Faced Demon Venerable is the most prestigious killer of the Demon Dao, and in terms of concealment and solo assassination operations, this person's strength is far superior to everyone present.

once attacked and killed a strong person in the righteous path during the tribulation period.

When he ascended to the realm of the Tribulation Period, he even slaughtered a sect of the righteous path that was close to the top with his personal strength, and he was a good talent.

Kill Shass Sixteen.

Offending the Nine Shadows Sect, the things behind it are also very cumbersome, and tens of thousands of disciples of the Nine Shadows Sect are a major source of soldiers to impact the righteous path.

But kill the Thousand-Faced Demon Venerable.

It's not cost-effective.

Demon Dao needs a guy who is good at gathering intelligence, and he also needs an assassin with top assassination ability.

If there is no grudge between the two people, this tricky matter does not need to be considered in any way.

"Hey." The white-haired old man said lightly: "Sixteen, you really don't want to take a step back and sell me a face?" ”

"This dog thing killed my junior sister, and also killed my junior brother's widow, this revenge is not shared, how can you resolve the grievance?" Sha Sixteen said tyrannically: "This alliance has him without me, and I without him." ”

The white-haired old man sighed.

He nodded at the fat monk.

"Sixteen, my fat monk will reason with you." The fat monk walked over, with a hint of demagogy in his tone.

"Get out—" Sixteen shook off the fat monk who came over.

If he listened to the fat monk's words, his consciousness and mind would be completely brainwashed by the other party, which was a very terrifying soul cleansing Dafa.

"Hold him down." The old magician said coldly: "After washing the soul, let it go again." ”

"Sixteen, why bother?" The blind man sighed.

At some point, he had appeared behind Sixteen.

Don't give Sha Sixteen a chance to draw his sword at all, and want to take it down completely.

"Want to take me? No way! Sixteen was going to bite down on the teleportation charm he had been holding in his mouth, and he had expected this situation.

didn't wait for him to bite it.

The old blind man kicked him in the mouth.

Sixteen's throat was sweet, but he gritted the root of his teeth and also crushed the teleportation charm.

At this time, the fat monk squatted on the ground, grabbed Sha Sixteen's face with his right hand, and pointed his mouth to himself.

The round face slowly leaned over.

His left hand slapped Sixteen's face hard.

"Teleporters?" The old magician said calmly, "It's invalid in front of me, right?" ”

"The old magician is a man who understands." The scholar laughed heartily.

The white-haired old man said lightly: "If this waste is not aggressive, I don't have to make such a move." ”

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