There are many plains and hills, and there are few lakes and rivers and seas, so it is hot and dry all year round, and most of the trees here are dry-tolerant and drought-tolerant golden locust and poplar. Therefore, there is little rain and more wind here, so the house is not the sharp roof ridge of the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, but a bungalow with water, the rich and noble people build with green bricks, and the ordinary people use wood to build the house, and the rain is naturally not afraid of the wood being corroded and damaged.

The people here also have a characteristic, most of them are dark-skinned, burly, because of the hot weather, the sun rises, and the people who live in the sun do not have the complexion and beauty of Jintai, Xianxi, and Gusu.

However, at this time, it was winter, Jintai was already in the time of snow and spring, and the shore tomb was still cold at this time, and the trees on the roadside were bare, and there was no trace of green in sight.

In the winter of the shore tomb, it is generally not until February and March that the branches will bud and the temperature will gradually warm up, so the clothes of the people here are mainly thick, the weather is cold and dry, and there are many red faces on their faces, not like the carmine of the big girl, but the dry red that is frozen.

There is a large family named Nangong family in Anling, which has been casting weapons for generations, and only casts a divine soldier every five years, calling it a divine soldier, and it is also because each of the cast weapons, whether it is a sword, a gun, a sword or an axe, a hook and fork, is made of the best black iron, and is forged in a unique secret method, and the final product is absolutely light and green, killing people without any bloodstains, and extremely sharp, sharpening iron like mud.

And this year, it happens to be the fifth year, as soon as the year passes, the Nangong family will hold a five-year divine soldier conference, and the cast divine soldiers will be displayed in front of everyone, and there will be no shortage of people from the rivers and lakes at that time, and the Nangong family will be sold at the highest price, so the people who came that day were not only people with strong martial arts, but also people who carried tens of millions of taels of money.

At this time, it was noon, and although the sun was dazzling, it did not bring much warmth, and in the distance, I could see the eaves above the city wall, and the ice cubes were shining under the sun, like a dazzling star in the daytime.

Jiang Yue was wearing a hat and leading his jujube red horse at this time, wearing a dark red cotton robe, with a black belt around his waist and an inconspicuous peachwood medallion, which was engraved with two lines of small characters:

The scent of the south wind,

It can relieve the sorrow of our people.

When the south wind blows,

It can help the wealth of our people.

Jiang Yue approached the city, and saw that the entire shore tomb was soaked in the joy of the New Year's Eve, and everywhere you could see the stalls selling New Year's goods, and in front of each house, there were "fairy trees" engraved with the portrait of the great god of the demons, as well as red lanterns and spring flags made of red cloth hanging high, on which there were auspicious beasts and auspicious words embroidered with silk thread from the girl's home.

After walking a short distance, I saw a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a pale yellow robe and a cotton cloak of the same color, waving a whip and riding a black steed, galloping down the street.

Seeing a woman standing in the middle of the street and couldn't dodge, Jiang Yue took three steps and made two steps to pull the girl away in time.

At this time, the little boy riding a black horse was holding the reins, only to hear a roar of the horse, the high hooves of the horse fell, the person on the horse jumped down without saying a word, ran to the woman's side, made sure that it was okay, only with his head held high and a proud look, he glanced at Jiang Yue and the woman with some contempt, and then said: "It's okay in the future, don't drill under the horse's hooves!"

When the words fell, the little boy was about to turn around and leave, Jiang Yue stood in front of him when he saw this, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said in a somewhat indifferent tone: "Apologize!"

After hearing this, the little boy immediately sneered a few times with some sarcasm, and then said a little arrogantly: "Do you know who I am? Is it necessary for this young master to apologize to the girl? ”

"Apologize to her!"

"Huh! Does she dare to accept my apology? ”

The voice fell, the woman just now looked at this little boy and suddenly trembled, I don't know if she was frightened just now, or she was afraid to see that the person riding the horse was him, she walked to Jiang Yue's side tremblingly, lowered her head to avoid the little boy's gaze, and said: "Kind son, it was my fault just now, I didn't dodge, and I asked the son not to defend the slave family, the slave family is grateful......"

After saying a word, the little boy looked at him coldly twice, and then continued to ride away. Jiang Yue, on the other hand, looked at the distant voices and horses' hooves in confusion, wondering who this person was who could make this girl so afraid.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue asked about the woman just now and said, "Who is that person?"

"He is Lan Junyu, the grandson of the Nangong family, Nangong Suburb!" The woman replied.

Lan Junyu, Jiang Yue, has heard of it, he is the son of Lan Yicheng and Nangong Yuexi, in such a family, it is no wonder that he is so arrogant and domineering, and no one is in his eyes.

Jiang Yue found an inn and stayed first, looked at the entire shore tomb carefully, and then took his saber and went to a teahouse not far away.

The teahouse is not big, and it is two floors up and down, because the New Year is approaching, and the day of the Nangong family's Divine Soldier Conference is not far away, so the business of the teahouse and the inn is very good, and some inns have been chartered in advance, just to prepare for the Divine Soldier Conference.

Jiang Yue found a place where the crowd gathered in the teahouse and sat down, asked for a pot of light Pu'er, and a plate of peanuts, and drank it slowly alone.

For Jiang Yue, there is no more news to inquire about than in this kind of crowded place, and there will always be people who mention it as a talking point after tea and dinner.

But after a while, I only listened to the people at the table on the side say:

"Did you hear that? At this year's Divine Soldier Conference, the Boyue Sect spent 20,000 taels of gold to set this Divine Soldier first! A few days ago, I moved just a few days ago, and I moved an hour's worth of gold, and the gold was shaking! ”

"What's that, I heard that the Xianxi Yin clan will also come this year, maybe the leader of the conference is someone else!"

When the words fell, Jiang Yue had some answers in his heart, this wave of Moon Sect was really generous, but he didn't know who the original owner of this gold was?

At this time, I only heard the person at the other table say:

"Listening to the grapevine, this time the divine soldiers have also noticed the people in the imperial court, and the second prince will also be present at that time, this is the first time!"

"Brother, what kind of divine soldier is this, do you know?"

"Nangong's family is very tight-mouthed, just let out the words, this divine weapon is called 'Lingxi', and the others are estimated to be able to see the true face until the conference!"

Jiang Yue spent an afternoon here, listening to a lot of the Divine Weapon Conference, most of which were about the Nangong family, and there were not many of them involved in the Boyue Sect.

It wasn't until the evening that Jiang Yue got up and prepared to go back to the inn, walking on the road with an inexplicable panic in his heart, and the blood-stained blue handkerchief in his arms fell out at some point.

"Childe, your stuff has dropped!"

Jiang Yue stopped and turned his head, only to see a beautiful woman standing behind him, standing in place with the blue scarf in her hand, and looking at it, she was wearing a purple dress, a cloak made of rabbit fur, holding a lantern with very careful and exquisite workmanship, lighting a red candle to illuminate the red plum on the lantern, which was very beautiful.

Jiang Yue immediately touched his body, and made sure that the blue towel was gone, so he dared to step forward slowly, and when he was more than two feet away from her, he could already smell the strong fragrance of this girl.

"Thank you, girl!" Jiang Yue took the towel and saluted to thank him.

The girl didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and looked at Jiang Yue, so she said very gently: "Slave Zhong Miaoqin, My Fair Lady, Miaoqin among Qin Se friends, I have seen Gongzi!"

Jiang Yue faced this very enthusiastic woman, and suddenly the second monk was a little confused, and some of him couldn't think of it, but looking at this girl's complexion and beauty, she should not be a native of Anling.

At this time, a little girl dressed as a mustache trotted all the way to Zhong Miaoqin's side, panting: "Girl, I have found you, my mother told you to go back quickly!"

Zhong Jiaoqin glanced at Jiang Yue, and then asked the maid on the side, "Do you know what's going on?"

"There was a big man today, I heard my mother say that it was taught by Boyue, and I couldn't find a satisfactory girl to pick up guests, and I almost demolished our Yunmenglou, so my mother sent me out to look for you, girl, go back!" The maid said anxiously.

Zhong Miaoqin smiled at Jiang Yue slightly, this smile, the smile was very clean, not as charming and enchanting as the woman in the Evergreen Building, only listening to her and saying: "When I met Gongzi today, it can be regarded as a kind of fate, listening to the accent Gongzi is not a local, if you have any difficulties, you can come to Yunmenglou to find me, although Miqin is in the dust, she is also willing to make friends."

"Thank you, Miss Zhong!" Jiang Yue said lightly, then turned around and left in a hurry.

Walking on the road, Jiang Yue's whole heart was disturbed, and for some reason his heart was always uneasy.

Back at the inn, Jiang Yue asked the shopkeeper for a jar of wine, went up the stairs on the second floor to the roof, sat on the ground, drank the wine slowly, looked at the lonely bright moon in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Zhong ...... Obscure...... Qin ......" Jiang Yue whispered the name over and over again, and if he didn't read it again, the more chaotic his heart became.

At first, he didn't doubt this Zhong Jiaoqin, what made him suspicious was the words later, and the timing of those words, everything was too coincidental.

The people of the Boyue Sect went to the Qinglou to look for flowers and ask the willows, or is it the current season, is it possible that they don't know how to converge their edge? Also, how did the old bustard in the Qinglou know that the person who came was taught by Boyue? At this time, for the sake of the Divine Soldier Conference, the people in the rivers and lakes are all here, and there are many people with good martial arts, is it possible that the person went to prostitute himself, and shouted loudly where he came from and where he was going?

If he is a regular visitor, how can the bustard not know which girl he wants?

Obviously, this person is visiting the Qinglou for the first time, but this time he has made such a big battle, and it is also interesting!

The appearance of Zhong Miaoqin made Jiang Yue suddenly have a plan, Boyue teaches many people, no matter what he does, he can't startle the snake, but doesn't the appearance of Zhong Miaoqin at this time become an excellent breakthrough?

Whether it was a trap or unintentional, since she appeared, it was not difficult to know something from her mouth.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue raised his head and took a sip of wine, looked at the endless night, and whispered expressionlessly: "My Fair Lady, Qin Se Friend...... Don't let me down, my fairie girl! ”