Standing next to the Taoist priest was a man who looked like a steward, and when he heard his question, he immediately looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a man in short brown carrying two packs on his back to pull goods on the side of the cart.

The man on the cold day wore very little, but he didn't feel the cold at all, and he could even vaguely see the heat coming out of his body in this cold weather.

The man was quick with his hands and feet, and after unloading the two large bags, he returned to the side of the boat and carried the two bags again.

What a man!

At a glance, the steward was very satisfied, it seems that the person in charge of recruiting people is doing a good job, and knows how to find such a capable and honest person, rather than just taking money and not working.

Seeing that the master he was offering was interested in this man who carried the goods, the person in charge asked directly tentatively without asking the reason: "Mr. Wei, is this man in your eyes?" I'm going to call someone to you? ”

Even if it is possible to lose a good material that is down-to-earth and capable, but since the master has opened his mouth, he has nothing to be reluctant to.

As the two were talking, a line of white-clothed Taoists with swords walked on the other side.

The group looked out of place on the bustling docks, and the others were either coarse and short brown or wearing slightly bulky jackets, but they seemed to ignore the changing seasons as if they were immortals.

"That's the immortals of the Qing Palace in Jiuxiao, it's rare to see them on weekdays, how did they come down the mountain today, and there are so many people at once."

The steward sighed softly, his eyes full of reverence.

The people around him all involuntarily stopped, or stopped what they were busy doing, and looked at the group with almost worshipful eyes.

And the overseers on the side also acquiesced in this kind of sabotage, because their own attention was attracted by this group of people.

Everyone's voices were deliberately lowered, for fear of disturbing the immortals.

The pedestrian had obviously long been accustomed to being watched by the people, and walked calmly.

The black-clothed Taoist priest also stood in place, staring at the pedestrian without saying a word, with an inexplicable expression.

"Senior Brother Changchuan, why did Master send us down the mountain to buy so many things? Usually there is no such thing, if it is said to be for the New Year, this year has long passed. ”

A tall and thin young Taoist walked up to the leader, his expression with some curiosity and caution.

And the person he called his senior brother, although he was also a young man, but in terms of appearance, he was much younger than the tall and thin Taoist.

The Qing Palace in Jiuxiao does not judge the elders and young by age, whoever enters first will be the longest, and no one thinks it is inappropriate.

If Yu Xia was present, he would definitely be able to recognize that the leader was Chang Chuan, an outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Qing Palace in Jiuxiao who had a conflict with Baili Yexi when he was purifying the evil qi of the resentful dragon.

"Those things are clearly for guests, and it is also specified that they are only booked, and they will be sent up the mountain in half a month, will there be guests visiting at that time?"

"Master tells us what to do, and we just do it. Concentrate on cultivation and inquire less about things that have nothing to do with you. ”

Changchuan's face was serious, and the words he said made the tall and thin Taoist's face stiffen.

But after all, the other party is a genius who has entered the five-rank realm at the age of his early twenties, and he has a secret technique of seclusion and blazing fire, such a person has arrogant capital everywhere.

Therefore, the tall and thin Taoist immediately suppressed this unhappiness of losing face, and turned to talk about other things.

"Senior brother, did you see it just now, there is a man on the dock with a very strange face."

The tall and thin Taoist is quite outstanding in terms of face-to-face, and with this advantage, he can stand out among the disciples below the fifth grade, and he has the qualifications to talk to Changchuan.

You must know that Changchuan is an extremely excellent existence in the five-grade cultivation class of the Qing Palace in the Nine Heavens.

Because he is still young, the future is more than that.

"Oh? What's the weird method? ”

Changchuan was really a little curious about this topic, and turned around to find the person the tall and thin man said.

Although he is a genius, he still has a young heart and does not know how to hide his curiosity.

"That's it, yes, yes, wearing a short brown one, carrying two big bags in one go."

Changchuan looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a man with a strong body and a resolute face, sweating all over his work, wearing short brown on a cold day, and not too cold, he easily carried two large bags, and did not feel tired at all.

If he couldn't see that the other party's vitality was dissipating and he was just an ordinary person, he would almost think that the other party was a cultivator.

But the man's physiognomy ......

"Yintang's black gas is entangled, his eyes are blank, and the bags under his eyes are blue...... This is the face of a bloody disaster that is at stake in life. ”

The opposite side of Changchuan is also a little more clear, and it is natural to see some clues.

"But even so, there's nothing special about it."

There are so many people in the world, there are always people who encounter some disasters, and the face of this kind of life and death disaster is actually not uncommon, so Changchuan retracted his gaze after looking at it.

The tall and thin Taoist shook his head, lowered his voice and said a little mysteriously:

"His bloody disaster comes from his loved ones."

Chang Chuan was shocked when he heard this, the face skills of the tall and thin Taoist were far superior to his own, and he naturally would not doubt it.

The bloodlight disaster from a loved one, this is not unusual.

Look at that man is also a loyal and simple person, how ruthless is his closest relatives to put him to death?

But after all, it's someone else's business, and it's such a housework, so it's not good for them to come forward and say to others, "Your relatives want to harm you."

It is difficult for a clean official to cut off family affairs.

Even for the mystic masters who have a glimpse of the heavenly opportunity, sometimes there are certain restrictions if they want to uphold justice.

It's one thing to know some things in your heart, and it's another thing to be able to mix them up.

No wonder Master often said that staying away from the mundane and practicing diligently is the right path.

Changchuan shook his head and left with a group of juniors and disciples in fluttering clothes.

And the black-clothed Taoist priest on the dock finally remembered to answer the previous steward's question after seeing them.

The person in charge of the matter before wanted to call the man over for questioning, but the black-clothed Taoist priest who was called "Mr. Wei" shook his head at this moment.

"How can I disturb people to do their work, I only ask about the origin of this man, I am lacking a capable slave, maybe there are such heroic people in their township."

No one knew that the moment he saw Changchuan and the others, the black-clothed Taoist priest immediately changed his previous mind.

Jintan County is the territory of the Qing Palace in Jiuxiao, and he should do some things secretly.

The steward was very discerning, and immediately called the relevant responsible person to come over for questioning.

"He, he came a year ago, Xu is family is difficult, and he rushed to do the work that others were not happy to do during the New Year, and of course I paid more wages. He has great strength and is not lazy, one person can be worth three people. ”

"He said that he was a villager from Guoshu Village, and his surname was Yu."