Listening to these rumors, I roughly pieced together the current situation of the original owner.

If nothing else, the gold bars had already been stolen before Fan Qianwan targeted them, and the name of the Saint was just a trick to hide people's eyes.

These ignorant mortals will be trapped by rumors.

Qianwan drank the remaining wine in the bowl in one gulp, and by the way, he despised the small dishes in this broken place that were really unpalatable, threw down a few pieces of broken silver, picked up his sword and left the wine shop.

"Strange, why do I feel a little cold on my back......"

"It feels like you're being targeted."

"Me too." A few people who were chatting looked around.

Except for the sleepy boss sitting at the counter next to him, only the green and white wine flags planted outside the door were swaying, as if waving in the wind.

However, there is no wind today.

……

Dock City.

"Avoid !!"

A horse with a black mane burst into the market, followed by the sound of whipping, and a pretty young woman in riding clothes clutched the reins, her face a little pale, and she could see that she had just tried to tame the fierce horse beneath her.

The fierce horse was rampant, and everything in the market was thrown into chaos, and the woman dragged the horse hard, while shouting in a panic, "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! The horse is frightened! ”

The man in fancy clothes sitting in the grandstand of the teahouse fell down and asked, "What's going on outside?" ”

The man in the power suit replied, "Back to the prince, someone is taming the horse." ”

Qin Wen frowned when he heard this, ordered someone to remove the chessboard, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

"Yes." The man in the suit followed him and walked out of the teahouse together.

The fierce horse was wounded by the whip, and he snorted even more frantically, and his iron hooves trampled around, trying to throw the man off his body.

At this moment, the woman's hand was worn out, and she accidentally let go of the reins in pain, and the fierce horse galloped forward uncontrollably, facing a child who had no time to run away with a sugar gourd.

"My son!" The woman, who was squeezed away by the crowd, saw that the child was still stunned, and her eyes were split.

"Run!" The woman roared.

A monk in a brown robe immediately pushed the child into the crowd and placed himself under an iron hoof, and the woman hugged the child tightly, and tears began to fall.

"Oh no, the horse is out of control." The man in the strong suit glanced at Qin Wen and said hurriedly, "Lord Wang." ”

"Go ahead."

With permission, the man immediately flew forward, ready to intercept the horse.

At this moment, a woman in red stepped lightly on the eaves, fell from mid-air, put her fingers around her lips, whistled lightly, and the fierce horse instantly calmed down.

Qianwan quickly picked up the man and turned to the side.

The market was silent for a moment, so silent that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

What's going on......

Just...... How were horses tamed?

"Are you alright?" Qianwan asked in a low voice.

The young monk shook his head lightly, let go of the sandalwood beads, folded his hands and bowed his head slightly, "The poor monk is fine, thank you for saving the girl." ”

"I see that this little master is a little familiar," Qianye looked at his restrained appearance, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, "It seems like I've seen it somewhere." ”

The girl laughed.

Qianwan stretched out his hand to caress the tears in the corners of the monk's eyes, but he avoided it, hooked his lips, and slowly asked, "You, what's your name?" ”

"The Poor Monk's Mystery."

Xuanji took out a string of sandalwood beads from his sleeve and handed it to Qianwan, "This string of sandalwood beads was given by Master Huigu when the poor monk practiced in Lingyin Temple, and it was often placed in front of the temple to worship. ”

Qianwan paused slightly, and reached out to take the sandalwood beads.

I saw that Xuanji's figure had disappeared into the crowd.

Tut.

This milk doll is slipping quite fast.