Eighteen bends in Xunyang City, go around and around, can be regarded as looking for the shop that bought books before, at this time the sky has darkened, the rain has stopped, the sky no longer has a drizzle falling, only do the eaves of the pavilions on both sides of the fine water droplets continue to drip, before the water droplets, crackling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Li Molan, who was soaked and soaked, and still stuck to some mud that had not been completely washed away by the rain, walked into the bookstore, the old man with crane hair was dozing off on his bamboo chair, sleepy in spring, napping in summer, lack of hibernation in autumn, and the days in the afternoon were so sleepy at any time, but now it was already evening and night, and it was estimated that it should be time for dinner, and the old man was still asleep in spring, so it shouldn't be.

Knocked on the table not very ceremoniously, Li Molan's rhythmic beating finally woke up the bookstore owner, the old man's eyes opened a slit, looking at the dim scenery of the bookstore, his cloudy eyes turned a few times, only to see the young man who looked at him smiling and silent in the dim light.

"Boss, we were in a hurry and forgot to take the book. Li Molan smiled and touched her head, looking very embarrassed.

The old man smiled and said, "I knew that your kid was going to come back to pick it up, so I waited in the store, old man, otherwise it would have closed early." ”

The old man in the bookstore, who had lived for most of his life, naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask, but he was vaguely aware of the smell of alcohol coming from the young man's body, and frowned slightly. If you leave in a hurry, you don't even have time to take the book, it is actually to eat and drink with people, especially such a young child, it is really impossible to make people like it, but this young man's eyes are exceptionally clear and spotless, which is completely different from the appearance of ordinary ruffians when they were children, so they do not make in-depth guesses.

Sensing the slightly frowning brows of the old man with crane hair, Li Molan thought for a while, and guessed what the reason was, but she didn't say anything, she put the book in her arms, and was about to leave, but she heard the old man say, "Child, do you have something on your mind?"

Is it already so obvious? Li Molan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

"Old man, I don't know what's on your mind...... I think it has something to do with your sudden departure during the day, but with such a heavy rain outside, leaving in the rain is not good for your body after all. The old man said with concern: "No matter what it is, don't hurt your body." ”

The boy grinned and said, "Got it." ”

With that, he said goodbye and left, disappearing into the dim sky outside.

The sun was finally gone, and the night shrouded the land, and the moonlight was slowly sprinkled by the large, bright moon in the night sky of the North Sea, and the ground on the streets was full of stagnant water, and these moonlights shimmered through the water, like a silver glow.

The book in Li Molan's arms can be called a history book, but most of the orthodox history books are from the hands of the Three Great Dao Sects, and with the mind of a young man, he can naturally peek into the clues contained in those Zheng'er Eight Classics history books, which should be specially modified by the Three Great Dao Sects in order to beautify their own image or hide some ulterior secrets.

Later, he liked to read those partial history books, that is, those wild histories, although the origin needs to be verified, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall, but the interesting or meaningful stories in them are not recorded in the official history books, and compared with the official history, the teenager prefers these wild histories.

For example, the love between the saint of the Daomen and the children of a certain monk genius 5,000 years ago, such as the speculation of the clues of the Daomen 10,000 years ago, these things are only mentioned in the wild history, but they are not in the official history.

Li Molan still has some spare money, anyway, the old man is drinking in Xunyang City, and the young man doesn't care where the old man goes, or even wandering, this color-hearted goatee old man walked in the red dust, and he didn't even dare to enter the Qinglou under Li Molan's instigation.

Walking through a few alleys, occasionally you can meet some men and women who are doing things in the shadows of the deep alleys, for these young men and women who are avant-garde and walking in the forefront of the times, Li Molan has nothing to say, and immediately walks quickly after noticing, without squinting, trying to pretend that he has not seen it, so as not to be hated.

After the rain, the sky is clear, although it is night, but the red lanterns are dotted among them, the lights of thousands of homes are flickering, and the night is even more noisy, so that Xunyang City, which is obviously not a big city, is also a little prosperous, and it can probably catch up with the Lin'an City that Li Molan saw at the foot of the White Lotus Holy Mountain.

After all, Lin'an City is a city at the foot of the Daomen, it can be said to be the most prosperous and magnificent big city in Beihai, Li Molan and the old sword fairy have been in, and it is in the mountains and forests outside Lin'an City that the boy met the bear-riding girl with a white butterfly mask on her face, and the memory of Lin'an City is not deep.

Walking in the world for three years, I have seen countless towns, Lin'an City is definitely second to none, even the people over there are more arrogant than people in other places, as if they can get more fairy energy at the foot of the Daomen, and Xunyang City can only be regarded as a small city in the countryside.

At present, the seemingly noisy and prosperous Xunyang Night Market naturally cannot be compared with Lin'an City, but the picture of thousands of lights made the young man faintly touched.

"Come out, old man. He suddenly shouted.

Naturally, no one responded, but fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise I am afraid that many passers-by would look at it with strange eyes.

Li Molan's heart moved, and she turned her head, but saw an old man who was drunken with a wine gourd and two goatees was pacing gently, full of alcohol, as if he was drunk but not drunk.

"What are you doing?" Old Sword Fairy's face was as red as jujubes, but it was not obvious in the dark alley, and the smell of wine could be smelled from afar.

"We ...... Let's go straight into the mountains. Li Molan said softly.

It's about the mountains, not the town of Kapok.

"Why, don't you spend a few more days in Xunyang City?" The dry wine poem seemed to suddenly wake up, probably sensing the young man's bad mood, and looked over curiously.

"Let's ...... I don't want to waste time like this, I want to practice my sword, I want to ...... Homicide. ”

Li Molan showed a serious and serious expression, proving that he was not joking.

"Apprentice, do you want to kill someone, who do you want to kill? Tell the teacher directly, if he deserves to die, the teacher will naturally kill him directly. ”

Kujiu Shi also gradually showed a serious expression, probably frightened by the sharp murderous intent in his apprentice's words.

Li Molan said: "No, I don't want you to help me kill it, this revenge, I can only do it myself, otherwise I will not be reconciled." ”

The dry wine poem said: "That person...... Damn it?"

"They all deserve to die," Li said. ”

They all deserve to die, that shows that there are a lot of people, and it shows that these people really let Li Molan kill in the real sense, and Kujiu Shi has never seen his apprentice really angry, he was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, okay." ”

Kujiu Shi clearly knows what kind of heart his apprentice is, his eyes never look at the wrong person, and the three and a half years of walking in the world shows that his apprentice is gentle enough and close enough character, so if he says that someone deserves to die...... That's really damn it.

"Is it a cultivator?" the old sword immortal asked.

If he weren't a cultivator, Li Molan would naturally not be in such a hurry to practice swords, and he would practice his swordsmanship.

The boy was silent, which was a tacit acquiescence.

He gently stroked the hilt of the dragon elephant sword he was carrying at his waist.

Feeling the young man's touch, the dragon elephant sword let out a faint sword sound.

"I see. The old man with two goatees sighed, how many cultivator forces are there in this Xunyang City? That is naturally the dragon eye realm power in the city lord's mansion, and the local snake Qingcheng faction in this Xunyang City.

That's naturally the Qingcheng faction.

When the old man was drinking in the restaurant, he had already heard some things about the Qingcheng faction, which was often accompanied by the low voice of those drinkers.

Why do you want to keep your voice down? It's because you're afraid, and why you're afraid? Because you're afraid.

"Then let's go into the mountains tomorrow, it's getting late tonight. "The dry wine poem is colorful.

The boy nodded lightly and turned to leave.

The old man in a coarse cloth coat with a goatee and a goatee looked at the young man walking in the noisy crowd, but his back was very gloomy, and he sighed softly.