In the wooden house, the young shopkeeper rubbed the purple bracelet on his right hand and looked at the two people standing in front of him.

The bracelet was given by Qianxian.

This thing is called the mustard seed, can be stored, the size of a bracelet, but there are more than a dozen cubic space, such treasures are quite rare, most of them are circulated among the infant monks, and the ordinary condensation nucleus does not have this bottom.

And the two in front of them.

Zhang Qian and Scar Man.

With Qi Wang's current refining level, Zhang Qian was already a complete puppet, because he was only at the level of the initial core, even if it was supplemented by various precious spiritual objects, it was only worthy of reaching the level of Dan.

As for the scar man, he was in the infant realm before he died, even Qi Wang, he can't completely refine him at present, he can only slowly figure it out, but fortunately, his techniques are becoming more and more mature, and Nianhuo's control is getting stronger and stronger.

Qi Wang put away the two of them with his backhand, his current refining is not much attention, more is used to practice, after all, his vision is more than Wanxiang, even if it is a puppet Zhubei who can match the spirit baby, there are many imperfections in his eyes.

He's waiting.

Wait for a truly powerful body.

One day, he will work hard and spend a lot of effort to create a puppet with a very high rank, and then it will be when he will really hang up the title of puppeteer.

The movement outside the door came to an end, Qi Wang stretched, rubbed his neck, and walked out of the door.

In the courtyard of the hut in the distance, a teenager in ordinary clothes was seriously walking and boxing.

Qi Wang glanced at the top of the mountain.

Turn around and go down the hill.

Wentianmen is close to the border, backed by the sea, and the nearest place under the mountain is the port town fifty miles away, because there are many people who come and go, the environment of the town has always been chaotic, and those who can gain a foothold here, even if they are ordinary people under the mountain, they also have two brushes.

Secular sea snake hunters, dock gangs, and smugglers have made their homes here from far and wide in the Ancient Land of Three Lives and beyond. Here, the wealth of the country or the destruction of the family is only in the blink of an eye. For those fleeing trial, debt, and persecution, this port town can give them a new lease of life, because no one cares about your past in this winding street called Beyond Harbor. Having said that, at dawn, the careless will drift in the harbor with empty money bags and blood in their throats......

It is not uncommon for the people on the mountain to do a lot of shady deeds here, buying and selling treasures of unknown origin, paying for murderous assassins to assassinate enemies, and finding out secret information that is not circulating on the ground.

On the road of cultivation, life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky.

Qi Wang came all the way to the town, crossed the huge stone bridge across the harbor, and came to the slum at the bottom.

Because of the cold and damp all year round, this winding street near the sea is covered with moss, and the air is mixed with the smell of garbage and the saltiness of seawater, which is unpleasant for the people who have always lived here, but it is not unbearable.

It's noon at the moment, but the blazing sun can't penetrate the towering cliff wall to shine here, and it's deserted everywhere.

If you walk around the neighborhood, you will find that this small street hidden under a steep strait and towering cliffs is only the tip of the iceberg of the entire slum of the harbor on the other side, and the people at the bottom live like a labyrinth, full of twisting rivers and hidden entrances, and they have no clear boundary with the sea on which they depend.

If the slum is a hidden area in the depths of the harbor, then it can be seen from the outside world, and the various buildings built on the cliff stone wall can be called the outer city, these visually striking buildings are just temples left over from dilapidated ancient civilizations earlier, and now they are used as residences and shops, and between these peaks and cliffs are densely covered with various plank roads and bridges to pass through. The humble house made of various materials such as ship bones forms a unique coastal scenery.

It's by the sea, so you have to eat the sea.

In addition to this, there are also cannibals here.

In the whole Sansheng, no matter up the mountain or down the mountain, there are no two places that can be like the harbor on the other side, there is no official jurisdiction, no law constraints, and no moral constraints.

Here, if you want to live, you can either pin your head to the waistband of your trousers, eat the sea, and accidentally die on the dangerous 12 routes, or abandon your kindness, go to eat people, once reborn, twice cooked, and finally slowly climb up from the bottom slums, cross the butcher's bridge across the main port area, and reach the so-called sinful paradise of the upper city.

The slum alleys are the most accessible to the most authentic locals, and strangers can easily get lost if they are led by no one, and at the end of this labyrinth is a tavern called Blaze.

The creaking wooden doors, the filthy and smelly sewage at the doorways, and the stinking or sneaky people passing by all show the shabby and most common chaos here.

A short old man with a limp right leg on crutches walked into the tavern, and there were a few people sitting here and there on seven or eight yellowed oak tables, and most of the people who came and went here were slender men, sailors, and some sneaky gang members, and occasionally some hunters in leather armor and knives came to buy drunk, all of them, except that there were no decent girls.

In the harbor on the other side, in a slum like this, in a low-grade tavern like this, apart from these stinking and fishy low-level people, don't think that you can see female animals that can stimulate their eyes red, the only women you see are at most old, wrinkled bar cleaners.

The Blaze Bar was as noisy as ever, with burly crew boasting about the oddities they had encountered on their voyages, men in black hats huddled in corners whispering about shady deeds, and swaggering bounty hunters pouring liquor and discussing the bounty lists.

The guard behind the counter wiped the wine glass in front of him, his eyes swept from time to time, and his heart was a little lucky, it was good, there was no blood or teeth on the tavern floor today, except for the sawdust, mud and those wine stains, like yesterday, he swept out four front teeth and countless glass ballasts when he closed.

God knows how stupid these guys with brains stuffed with muscles are after drinking.

As the lame old man walked in, most of the regulars waved to him, or nodded their heads with a touch of their eyes.

"Old man Zhao. ”

The black-bearded man with a red face yelled and laughed, "It was almost dark before you went out?" Which girl died on the belly of the uptown girl last night?"

In a burst of laughter, the short and thin man habitually played with the boning knife in his hand, and said with a smile: "Come on, just the waste leg of Old Man Zhao, plus this age, can kill him." ”

The lame old man rolled his eyes, and scolded unceremoniously: "Get out, drink and drink, if anyone dares to smash things again, Lao Tzu will screw his head off and feed the fish." ”

A few tables of people coaxed, not caring about the old man's unceremonious scolding, Old Man Zhao ignored them, walked to the corner of a table of whispered conversations, seemingly casually tapped the table three times, the three gangsters belonging to the members of the nearby forces got up one after another, nodded slightly, and then left one after another.

Old man Zhao glanced at the bounty hunters on the other side, didn't have the heart to go over to say hello, and walked straight to the bar and asked, "What about the two stunned?"

The guard, who was wiping the wine glass, pointed to the curtain behind him and said, "I didn't see it, I guess I." ”

Old man Zhao clicked on the ground with his crutches, walked behind the curtain, and scolded in a low voice: "Lazy people have a lot of and urine." ”

Behind the curtain is the back kitchen, four or five people are busy choosing vegetables and washing fruits, old man Zhao walked through the ground full of sewage, to the back of the small courtyard, a small thatched house door closed.

"Dumbfounded?"

Old man Zhao roared at the top of his voice, and the partition of the thatched house was tapped twice.

Old man Zhao glanced at it, leaned against the door frame, took out a dry tobacco from his pocket, lit it slowly, took a deep breath, and his face loomed in the smoke, this kind of thing can be regarded as a rare commodity in the slums, and those rich guys in Shangcheng City like this kind of thing the most.

Although the old man Zhao looked at the thatched house opposite, his thoughts were obviously not here, the elderly people on the other side of the harbor have more or less the past, either wonderful, or dirty, maybe unbearable, maybe brilliant, the slums are mixed with dragons and snakes, everyone has it.

Old man Zhao looked in a trance.

The door of the thatched house was pushed open, and a young man walked out with his trouser belt and glared at the old man Zhao.

Old man Zhao was used to this idiot, and said angrily: "Go wash your hands and go home with me." ”

The young man who was called the second stunned man silently walked to the side of the water tank, scooped up clean water and washed his hands.

Old man Zhao was swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and sneered coldly: "Are you comfortable?"

The second stunned man who was washing his hands looked at him without saying a word.

Old man Zhao rubbed his rough fingers against a small scar on his face, and said slowly: "Second stunned, Lao Tzu has heard a supreme truth in his life, and I will tell you today, in this life, in fact, there are two times when he is the most comfortable, one is to sleep with a beautiful girl, and the other is ......

"It's. ”

The young man was like a stuffy gourd, not moving.

The old man Zhao had a look of nostalgia, and said seriously: "Every time Lao Tzu visited the kiln back then, he had to go to poop comfortably, and then go to be happy with those slutty girls.

"The latter doesn't say anything, but this thing, in a quiet place, without worries, refreshing and refreshing, if it is the kind that is not hindered, rushing out like those waterfalls on the edge of the harbor cliff, the whole person is like ascending to heaven, how wonderful?"

The young man who had finished washing his hands stood in front of Old Man Zhao.

Old man Zhao knocked off the cigarette ash on the wall and kicked the second stunned man's buttocks: "Forget it, let's go, it's useless to tell you this idiot, I guess you won't be able to enjoy these two happy things at the same time in your life." ”

There is already a bloody sun on the horizon, and the people in the tavern have dispersed one after another, in the harbor on the other side, every night is a nightmare, in the huge slum, there are only two taverns that dare, or can be open until late at night, one is a branch of the nine-headed snake, and the backstage of the other is extremely mysterious, no one knows.

When night falls, anyone who dares to walk alone in the street may become a corpse in the harbor with blood in his throat the next morning.

Old man Zhao locked the door, led the young man to step on the sunset, and walked to the end of the path, and the doors of the houses and big wooden sheds on both sides of the road were closed one by one.

There is a self-evident truth among the people of the harbor on the other side, that the farther away from the water is, the higher the status.

At a time when the people of the entire port had to go into the water to earn a living, those who sat back and sat back were undoubtedly the rulers at the top.

Old man Zhao can afford a tavern, of course, his assets are much richer than the poor ghosts in the nearby slums, he could have lived higher and farther away from the water, but for some reason, he chose the stilted wooden house in front of him, which is close to the edge of the sea, and is also remote and abnormal.

It's the end of the slum path, and beyond that you'll find the cliffs and the endless sea.

The nearest house is also thirty-four steps away.

There was a rusty copper lock hanging on the old wooden door of the house, and the old man Zhao took out the key to open the door, and the young man immediately followed and closed the wooden door.

It was pitch black.

Old man Zhao took out firewood and lit the oil lamp in his hand.

With the light appearing, everything behind this door is gradually revealed, and the simple wooden house outside is only the tip of the iceberg.

A small black door made of fine iron.

In a port city with a lack of material, it is hard to imagine how much such a small door of pure iron is worth.

Above the small door, there are three large copper locks.

Old man Zhao took the trouble to take out the keys one by one and opened them one by one.

If anyone with ulterior motives sees this scene, they will wonder if Old Man Zhao has put all the treasures and treasures of this life here.

The small iron door slowly opened.

The young man of Mu Ne still looked the same.

Neat and ordinary wooden boards, simple and simple decoration, everything is no different from ordinary people's homes, not shabby, but also empty, the only thing worth mentioning is that all the tables, stools, pillars and so on, are wrapped in cotton cloth.

Old man Zhao's wrinkled face showed a gentle smile that had never been shown outside.

This lame old man, who was well-known in the slums and supported a tavern on his own, many people still remember the ferocity and brutality he showed against the ruffians, hooligans and ninth-rate forces in the vicinity when he first opened the tavern.

Even if he is ordinary, he is not a good talker.

This old man, who was called a wolf in the past years, was now looking at the white clothes standing by the window in front of him with tender eyes.

There are no worldly treasures in this tightly guarded house, and there are only the greatest wealth and possession of him in this life.

The girl who heard the movement turned her head and smiled like a flower.

The youth laughed for the first time.

Under the sunset, the sea is the view.

The girl by the window is now the most beautiful scenery of the harbor on the other side.