A seemingly ordinary street seems to be no different from the rest of the Southern Zhou Dynasty......

It's just that the aura that rises faintly in the air proves that he is extraordinary.

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, and a stream of spiritual power emanated from his palm, opening the real black market with a bang.

It's still the same street, and even the place where they stand hasn't changed, but the people and things on the street have become completely different after being twisted in that moment.

Passers-by all had cold faces, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, and each stall owner sat behind the stall like a stone statue.

On the huge old banyan tree beside Lan Wujiang hung a seven-inch-long gold medal, and the gold medal was engraved with a total of ten people's names from top to bottom.

Among them is the name of Lan Wen wine, and she is ranked tenth.

"What is this?" The corners of Lan Wujiang's mouth twitched.

Feng Zhao chuckled, his lips opened slightly, "This is the bounty list, if you can kill the people above, you can bring the other party's head here to receive the reward, the bounty here is not ordered by one person, but the ranking of the cumulative amount, Lan Wenjiu's current life is worth 200,000 Xuanjing stones." ”

Lan Wujiang choked, unable to speak for a long time.

She knew that Lanwen wine was annoying, but she didn't think that there were so many feuds, and she was on the bounty list.

"The first in line is the ...... of Yu Ten millions, one hundred thousand, one million, four million crystalllites. Lan Wujiang looked at the number behind it, his brows furrowed.

"That's the sect master of the Blood Demon Sect, and it is rumored that he does all kinds of evil, and he is dedicated to working against the Southern Zhou Emperor...... Half of this bounty was the handiwork of Emperor Nanzhou. ”

"But the Blood Demon Sect doesn't hurt people's lives at will on weekdays, what's the matter, you're curious?" Feng Zhao lowered his voice, Lan Wujiang smiled, and slowly shook his head.

"Let's go, let's go find the host." Lan Wujiang grabbed Feng Zhao's sleeve.

The corners of Feng Zhao's lips rose, and his backhand clasped with Lan Wujiang's ten fingers.

"Excuse me......" Lan Wujiang took out a spirit stone and handed it to the stall owner closest to her, wanting to inquire about the whereabouts of the host, but the stall owner remained motionless.

Feng Zhao lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to pull Lan Wujiang, "The stall owners who enter the black market can't do anything other than trading, there are prohibitions here, you and I just have to follow this road." ”

Lan Wujiang retracted the spirit stone with a slight loss, but a seven or eight-year-old child jumped up and down towards Lan Wujiang, "Sister, it's the first time I've come to the black market?"

Lan Wujiang's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips were dyed with a smile, "Yes." ”

"Find out the news and find me, a piece of news is a spirit stone, a spirit stone can't be bought, you can't be fooled at a loss! Would you like to buy one?" The little boy looked like a ghost elf, and he winked at Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang was about to agree, when he heard someone coughing behind him.

The familiar old fisherman stood behind Lan Wujiang, looking at Lan Wujiang with a smile, the huge fish basket was still hanging on his waist, but this time there was no fish in the fish basket, but a fishing rod was inserted, he was holding the little girl transformed by the carp essence with one arm, and his eyes never left the spirit stone in Lan Wujiang's hand.

The little girl bared her teeth the moment she saw the little boy, and the little boy shuddered and ran away without a trace.

"Sister, don't believe him, he doesn't know anything, he just saw that you have a spirit stone and came to cheat money." The milk voice was soft and sweet, Lan Wujiang's fingertips trembled, and his eyes fell on the old fisherman.

"He Lao Wu?" Lan Wujiang pondered for a moment, and slowly read out He Lao Wu's name.

He Lao Wu laughed dryly, and turned into a handsome Taoist priest, the yin and yang Taoist robe on his body rose with the wind, and the collarbone lined with the slightly open neckline was like jade, "See you again." ”

"Since you and I are so destined, then I will tell you my real name, why not read it down."

He Mo Nian raised his eyebrows, walked in front of Lan Wujiang and walked away Lan Wujiang's spirit stone, picked up the spirit stone between his fingers and shook it in front of Lan Wujiang, "What do you want to know?" I'm telling you. ”

The green tendons on the back of Lan Wujiang's hand flared up, and the gentle look on his face disappeared, "He Lao Wu, return the money to me." ”

He Mo Nian's eyelids jumped slightly when he heard the name He Lao Wu, "Instead of letting others deceive, it's better to let me... I'll tell you, you only gave me a few pennies last time you led the way. ”

Lan Wujiang remembered the last time He Mo Nian left her in the Nether Cave alone, and took a deep breath, Feng Zhao quickly rubbed Lan Wujiang's head.

The little beast that helped him smooth his hair.

"Sister?" The carp spirit blinked his eyes, and He Mo Nian laughed shamelessly, making Lan Wujiang lose his temper, "I'm looking for the host of Lintian Temple." ”

"Forgotten Monk? Just the eighth stall in front of him turned left, and the sixth banyan tree turned right in the first three stalls, where he was shopping...... Let me pinch my fingers, huh! In a quarter of an hour he should be gone. He Mo Nian pinched his fingers in a good manner, grinned brightly, and didn't wait for Lan Wujiang to say a word, for fear that she would take back the spirit stone, and suddenly retreated, ten meters away from Lan Wujiang.

In an instant, there was no longer anyone who could see He Mo Nian everywhere, only a faint glance at the corner of the yin and yang robe behind him.

Lan Wujiang pursed his lips, his face was cold and dripping water.

When the little boy saw He Mo Nian leaving, he didn't know which horn he came out of, hid behind a tree and poked out half of his head, and whispered tentatively, "Sister, do you still want news?"

"Three taels of silver is a ......"

"Sister, my mother has been sick for a long time, you give me three taels of silver, I will definitely help you find someone in the black market today."

Lan Wujiang was annoyed by the little boy's words and remembered Lan Qing, she looked at the little boy's pure eyes, and finally opened the money bag and gave the little boy three taels of silver.

"Did you hear what the man said? You run to that place and wait for us, and if you see a monk, find a way to hold him down...... If you run away, the next time I meet you, I won't believe you anymore, if you meet a monk there, I will take back one tael of silver, if you don't keep it, I will take back three taels. ”

The little boy's eyes lit up when he saw Yinzi, his dark eyes were bent, no matter how harsh Lan Wujiang's requirements were, he quickly nodded and said yes.

Feng Zhao looked at the little boy who ran away as soon as he slipped away and chuckled, "You're not afraid that he will run away with the money?" Or do you believe that what He Mo Nian said is true? ”

Lan Wujiang tugged at the corners of his lips and sighed, his eyes full of helplessness, "I can only gamble." ”

A little sincerity and a little fake, you will see later.

The road in front of you is illusory, and it is better to give it a go than to try it step by step.

The little boy walked around to the place He Mo Nian said, and when he really saw an old monk, his eyes lit up, and he kept the dust every step of the way.

Forgotten Dust had completed the deal, and he wanted to leave, only to find a child standing in front of him.

"Little donor......" Forget the dust saw that the little boy had no demonic energy, and his eyes were soft.

"I beg the master not to leave, stay here for a quarter of an hour, if the master leaves at this time, my mother's life will not be guaranteed."

The little boy's eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, he was stunned, and quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to the little boy.

"But someone threatened you with your mother's life?" Forget the dust and don't know that the little boy reversed right and wrong in one sentence, and instinctively believed the child in front of him.

The little boy nodded, and then quickly shook his head.

Lan Wujiang and Feng Zhao happened to see Forget Chen at this time, the little boy saw Lan Wujiang, his face changed, and he winked at Lan Wujiang, before Forget Chen could react, the kid had already taken his handkerchief and disappeared without a trace. 110 eBooks

"What is the donor doing, he needs to waste so much effort to leave the old man here?" The red robe on Wangchen's body was blown up by the wind, and his kind eyebrows and eyes were dyed a little serious.

"I'm not going to hide it, I have something to ask for, and I want Master Forget to help me forge this thing into a weapon." When Lan Wujiang took out the Demon Abyss Bead, his brows furrowed.

"Such evil things must not be used." He hurriedly waved his hand, and Lan Wujiang took out the bag containing the three thousand Light Sutras, and looked at Shang Wuchen reverently.

Forget Chen didn't move the moment the Bright Sutra appeared, and after looking at Lan Wujiang many times, he hesitated to take the bag.

"Looks like you're being shown the way...... It's a waste of time to collect this thing, right? If you can collect all the 3,000 Light Sutras, it means that your mind is still clean, just help you. He snorted, and the bag slipped into his sleeve.

Lan Wujiang was about to thank him, but Forget Chen stopped Lan Wujiang from saluting.

"Don't, you happen to be on the black market today, and Lao Wei still has some refining materials that he hasn't bought, so he can only refine them if he buys them together."

Forget Chen used his divine sense to explore Lan Wujiang, but he was suddenly blocked by an enchantment, and then his eyes were white and vast, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Looking at it again, I saw Lan Wujiang respectfully pleasing him and motioning him to lead the way.

Forget Chen inexplicably felt that there was a cold wind between himself and Lan Wujiang.

The beard under his nose was blown up by his own heat, and the wrinkles on his face were layered, but the whole face was glowing.

Along the way, Forget Chen said that he would buy whatever Lan Wujiang bought, and never questioned that the 100,000 Xuanjing stones returned by Lan Wenjiu cost 5,000 today.

And only half of the materials that are really used in Lan Wujiang, and the other half are all things that Forget Dust wants to buy but don't buy on weekdays.

Forget Chenmai was happy, and he was also kind to Lan Wujiang, he touched his goat's beard, looked at his bulging bag, and smiled at the corner of his lips.

The host shelf is not left at this moment.

"Alright, you can go to the refining room with the old man."

Forget Chen stared at Lan Wujiang, suddenly remembered everything, suddenly stopped, and said solemnly, "Let's say it first, the old man's refining living weapon, the so-called living weapon, is the instrument that gives the instrument the soul, this instrument is not comparable to a weapon, once it is born, it will recognize the master, and after recognizing the master, it will be associated with the soul of its master, only after the third life, the fetters will slowly fade away, and at that time, when the strength of the weapon is exhausted, the contract can be cut off, so that it cannot be traced." ”

Lan Wujiang held the Demon Abyss Bead in his palm, remembering the appearance of the female ghost, the corners of his mouth twitched, "What is the benefit of that living weapon?" ”

"The living instrument and the master are of one mind, and the instrument is free, and the power can be exerted to the true extreme of what you can play." Forget Chen also glanced at the Demon Yuan Bead and smiled slightly.

He always knew what the monster in the demon abyss was, and he couldn't help this little girl.

He sighed, he had planned to return the things to Lan Wujiang, because he thought that Lan Wujiang would give up, but he didn't expect Lan Wujiang to nod at him.

Forget Chen raised his eyes in surprise, but Lan Wujiang put the Demon Abyss Bead in his hand.

"Trouble Master Forgetdust."

"Another point, it's not up to the old man to decide what this practice will become, what you think about at that time, what this living machine spirit will become...... Ten years ago, there was a weak-looking medicine cultivator who practiced a pair of meteor sledgehammers here with Lao Gao. ”

Feng Zhao chuckled lightly, and deliberately regretted in Lan Wujiang's ear, "Wujiang's heart is stronger than Jin, have you ever thought about what you will practice?" ”

Lan Wujiang's eyelids jumped, and he sighed helplessly, "Master Forget Chen, don't worry, I'll be responsible." ”

The Demon Abyss Bead in Forgotten Chen's hand trembled by itself.

Lan Wujiang looked through the Demon Abyss Bead, as if he had seen the female ghost's tearful face.

Other people's tears may not be full of tears, but her more than ten pairs of eyes ......

Lan Wujiang inexplicably felt that his cheeks hurt a little.

Seeing that Lan Wujiang was so firm, he didn't persuade him, his toes were a little on the ground, and a large golden array appeared at his feet.

The three of them stepped forward and disappeared into the golden light.

The vendor's lips squirmed slightly, but not a word came out of his throat, and in the end he could only make eye to eye with the vendor who was dozing off opposite, and the chicken and duck talked for most of the day.

In the refining room, all kinds of weapons appeared in front of Lan Wujiang's eyes, Lan Wujiang took a slight breath, and walked to the center of the room with great pride.

"You will sit here later, when you inject spiritual power into the old man's refining weapon, you will enter an illusion, the illusion is the distortion of your inner world, you don't have to be afraid, as long as you can see the instrument soul, and finally live safely and wait for the old man to practice the weapon, and the contract between you and the machine spirit will be completed."

Forget reached out and pointed to a futon across from him.

Lan Wujiang sat down cross-legged, and there was a huge furnace between her and Forget Chen.

The furnace is pitch black, the furnace body is engraved with mysterious totems, and the simple and heavy atmosphere comes from the surface, which seems to be an ancient ballad, hoarse and heavy.

"Don't be afraid." Feng Zhao sat behind Lan Wujiang and protected Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled, and used his divine sense to send a message to Feng Zhao in the realm of knowing the sea, "I'm not afraid. ”

"Ever since I was a child, my mother told me never to leave the position of my back to anyone else."

"Be on guard everywhere, people in this world are very bad."

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang gently, "Then why do you believe me?"

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes, and happened to see that Forget Chen began to put the Demon Yuan Bead in the ding.

The Buddha's light is magnificent, holy and majestic...... Her body suddenly went numb, her consciousness was withdrawn, her lips opened slightly, and she read the words in her heart in the last moment before entering the illusion, "Because it is you, I believe in you." ”

It's all one......

The curse of the gods is a curse, and it is also the strongest bond between the two of them.

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang, and the quiet needle drop around him could be heard.

For the first time, he heard Lan Wujiang's heartbeat.

She's alive.

So he is.

In the phantom realm, there is a large area of blood and soil, an endless absurdity, and a black river stands in the center of this land like a boundary.

"On February 3, the peach blossoms are scorching, I don't know what year Xiao Lang will enter Beijing, and when will he return?" The soft drama came into Lan Wujiang's ears from a distance, one high and one low, the lyrics rose and fell, and the words were full but also ethereal.

Just listening to the voice, it seems that you can see the Hua Dan on the high platform, stepping on the golden lotus three inches, waving the long sleeves, the Danfeng eyes are shining and rippling, and the orchid fingers are slightly upturned.

But there was no one around, not even weeds.