Ye Qingzhi slowly walked out of the inn where she stayed, she planned to go to the south of the city to take it away, just now I heard that the guy at the inn said that the south of the city is the place with the highest concentration of medicinal materials and books in Luoyang City.

Anyway, at this time, she has nothing to do, so she can just go and take a look to see how the pharmacopoeia of this divine capital compares to Ling Yunji's.

Originally, she came to this Golden Knife Gate on the orders of her master, but she didn't know how to deal with herself at this time, thinking that when the case came to light, she would write a letter to the master to explain it.

She has followed the old man of Nanling for many years, and she knows best that her master has long been unwilling to take care of these worldly things, and this time she may not be able to save face, so she was asked to deal with it, but she didn't know that this golden knife gate was destroyed, and I don't know if it was related to the thing about the world that Jin Xiongxin said.

But Ye Qingzhi has always been alone, and she is unwilling to pay attention to these troubles, let alone deal with the government. Therefore, she did not explain it to Shen Lingjun. It's just that the master is in her body, and at this time, the Golden Dao Gate was destroyed again, and she couldn't leave at this moment.

At this time, it is already noon, and the market in the south of the city is already full of traffic. Suddenly, Ye Qingzhi saw a group of people gathered in front of her.

She glanced at a random glance and saw several jars of wine in an open space, where a man of about twenty-five or sixteen years of age sat on a high-backed wooden chair.

The man leaned back, Ye Qingzhi looked down, the angle of the chair was already unable to support the weight of the person, and the corners of the chair were only touching the ground, but he sat so steadily, his left leg hung on his right leg and swayed.

Ye Qingzhi knows very well that this person's kung fu is not simple.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingzhi looked at the young man again, three points uninhibited, five points arbitrary, and naturally revealed a boldness and ease.

His jet-black hair was tied up at random with a gray cloth band, not very tight, a few strands of hair fell along his movements, he opened it with his hand, every move was very heroic, and shouted to passers-by, "Come on, come on, whoever wins the master, this gin gourd is yours." ”

Ye Qingzhi saw his other hand resting on the table next to him, playing with a small wine gourd in his hand. But the gourd was shining with gold, and at first glance it was made of pure gold.

The drunk man half-narrowed his eyes and looked confused, but Ye Qingzhi noticed that the occasional hint of cunning in his eyes proved that he was very sober.

It turned out that this person was fighting with people for wine, and the people who were lying on the ground also knew that the amount of wine was not generally good, and he himself was casual and rude, but it seemed that he was used to staying in a magnificent place, which was not suitable for a small household like Luoyang.

The drunk man rolled over, yawned boringly, and kicked the ground by the way, "Are you awake, keep getting up and drinking." ”

Ye Qingzhi turned her eyes and saw that there were several scattered lying on it, drunk and unconscious, lying on the ground and humming. The wind was blowing, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Ye Qingzhi stepped back, frowned in disgust, glanced at it with disgust, and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, the man who was sitting stood up with a carp, looked around in a hurry with a pair of bright eyes, and muttered, "Why is it here again,." ”

Before the words fell, I saw that his person had jumped out several feet away like a gust of wind, and there was still a trace of drunkenness in this vigorous posture.

Ye Qingzhi stopped and said secretly, this person's kung fu is really good. As soon as he finished thinking about it, his arm was pulled, and a strong smell of wine entered his nose first, and then a sentence suddenly sounded in his ears: "The girl is a bodhisattva at a glance, help me take care of this wine stall first." ”

When Ye Qingzhi turned her head, her surroundings were already empty, if it weren't for the pain of her arm being pulled, she might have thought that she was hallucinating.

Ye Qingzhi is naturally not a nosy person, and she doesn't know each other, what obligation does she have to help this drunkard watch a stall, Ye Qingzhi feels really inexplicable, this person doesn't know what to do.

After thinking about it, he walked away without stopping at his feet. She had barely taken two steps when a group of hurried, but not messy, footsteps sounded behind her.

I heard a young voice behind me, "Oops, let him run again." ”

Another voice with a slightly deep voice said, "Look at what, chase after it." ”

Just watched a group of people hurrying past him, about dozens of people were dressed in light armor, and this appearance was not the official of the government, but the city guard of Luoyang.

The question in Ye Qingzhi's heart also flashed, it seems that the drunkard just now was not simple, and he was able to engage in such a big battle.

After a while, everyone was gone, and the stalls were dispersed. The wine jars were also removed by the two or three officers and soldiers who were left, and only a few drunks were left sleeping on the ground.