Before the Wu Clan Festival in Southern Xinjiang, the Wu Clan's holy daughter was assassinated, and according to rumors in the rivers and lakes, the person who shot it turned out to be the young young master of the Sword Sea Valley in Pingzhou.

At the junction of southern Xinjiang and Pingzhou, the Wu clan and people from all sides of the Jianhai Valley were tense, and there were faint signs of war.

Beiguang was shocked to see the saint, more than 20 years old, lifting wine and riding a donkey to travel the rivers and lakes, it is rumored that the saint was originally a young master of the winery, and accidentally understood the right way.

If this statement is true, then it is the first person in a hundred years to ascend to the False Saint Realm.

It is rumored that Zhongzhou Guanyan was robbed again, and all the officers and soldiers who protected the salt died tragically.

Bailizhi leaned on the railing, holding a brand-new scroll in his hand, the surface of which was clean.

On the paper is a neatly written fly-headed small block with a brush, and with the lights of the roadside night market, Bailizhi looks at these heroic deeds with difficulty.

Temples and rivers and lakes, chivalrous and inkmen, a book records their heroic deeds, as well as the recent rumors of the rivers and lakes.

Even if you are not a hero who roams the rivers and lakes, and you are not a local gentry who manipulates power, you will be very interested in this scroll.

This is the charm of Jianghu Commentary.

I don't know who wrote it, but whenever the four seasons change, this collection of commentaries will circulate in the rivers and lakes.

It comments on all kinds of heroic deeds that have happened in the rivers and lakes recently, as well as bizarre rumors.

Whether it is a mysterious old monk who cuts off the river with one finger, or a demon who slaughters a village and destroys households.

Whether it is the literati and ink who were invited into the palace by the princes and generals, or the miserable situation of the families of high-ranking officials and nobles who were defeated and stayed on the streets.

There are a few reviews on the rivers and lakes.

All over the world, you can find the Jianghu commentary written by this person.

I don't know who wrote it, but the strange thing is that every time the day comes, his comments will flow into the rivers and lakes.

This volume in Bailizhi's hand is naturally not the first-hand authenticity of the Jianghu commentary.

There are countless people who make a profit by copying it by scholars and selling it, and this one is, of course, a transcript.

Looking at the dense small characters, Bailizhi couldn't help but sigh

(Fortunately, Jiucang has a school that teaches literacy and reading both inside and outside, otherwise he wouldn't be able to read it if he was given a review by the rivers and lakes)

Although it was only a transcription, it was enough for Bailizhi to pay two taels of silver.

One pound for ten taels

One or two for ten dollars

One penny for ten points

The annual income of ordinary people is only less than 100 taels.

Bailizhi's big hand is two taels of silver with a wave of his hand.

Although the coiling brought out of Jiucang is very sufficient, two taels is still a relatively luxurious amount for Baili Zhi.

It's just that Jianghu reviews are very attractive to all young people with dreams of rivers and lakes, and they can be tolerated in comparison.

After reading the scroll in his hand many times, Bai Lizhi finally closed it helplessly and let out a long sigh.

The strange people and strange things written on it dazzled him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to register in this Jianghu review one day in the future.

Bailizhi has now changed to a less conspicuous kaftan.

The reason why I changed to this dress is because this one is much more mediocre than the tree pattern brocade dress.

But even so, this kaftan still caught the eye of some.

After all, this piece was also brought out from Jiucang, and Jiucang's clothes were all made of fine satin, which was incomparable to the stalls.

Not to mention the daytime, now that night is falling, Bailizhi, who is playing in the night market, does not want to be stared at by people from all directions.

Although Jade City is not a particularly huge city, it has still become a well-known trade circulation place in Zhongzhou under the river.

At night, take a boat down the river, and the bright lights of the riverside night market will definitely be impressive.

Originally, he wanted to pull his senior brother Lu Xia with facial paralysis to come to the street to make a scene, but the senior brother used the boring interface of the task to go over in a grand manner.

"By the way, I remember that the Realm Master said that he was originally going to come to Jade City."

While muttering to himself, Bai Lizhi put his hand into the paper bag, casually grabbed a piece of fruit jade candy and threw it into his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste was very good, so Bai Lizhi squinted his eyes with enjoyment, smelling the sweet smell of fructose of different colors in the heavy paper bag, Bai Lizhi couldn't help but fall into memory.

If the girl named Xiao Zhulian was here, she would definitely happily snatch it from Bai Lizhi's hand, and then unceremoniously stuff it all into her mouth.

Thinking of this, Bai Lizhi's eyes couldn't help but darken.

Since that day, Xiao Zhulian has disappeared, and this little girl cannot be found in the whole mountain that Bailizhi has searched.

Coincidentally, just as Xiao Candle's face flashed in his mind, the tattoo on his back suddenly began to heat up.

There have been too many things that have happened to me recently, not only the disappearance of Xiao Zhulian, but also the strange tattoo that appeared behind him for some reason, and now this tattoo still has a hot burning sensation from time to time.

Recently, it seems that this burning sensation has become more and more serious

A burst of aroma came from afar on the long street, and the sensitive sense of smell fortunately did not regress due to demonization, and walked along the fragrance, and after a while, a small stall appeared in front of Bailizhi.

This smell instantly evoked his memories of the time when he had not yet worshiped under the Nine Cangmen.

"Sure enough, it's roasted sweet potatoes" Bai Lizhi couldn't help but make a positive sound when he saw the things sold in the stall, he hadn't eaten this good thing since Jiucang, after all, Jiucang was very strict with the food of his disciples.

Although it was just a rumor, the old man on the mountain seemed to have always believed that eating sweet potatoes would block the flow of spiritual power in his body.

No matter how many masters refute the rumors, the old guys who are in charge of food refuse to let the disciples touch the sweet potatoes even once.

Blocking spiritual power is a complete joke for Baili Zhi, not to mention the flow of spiritual power, now he can almost be described as having no spiritual power at all in his body.

The old man selling sweet potatoes was shocked at first when he saw a mediocre-looking young man rushing to his stall with a mouth full of saliva.

Anyone who sees Bailizhi's appearance will unconsciously think that this guy is here to smash the stall?

"You, what are you going to do?"

The old man's long-term farming hand quickly protected the wooden box containing the money like rough wood, his face was wrinkled and twisted together, and his expression was serious and wary of Bailizhi.

Baili Zhi didn't say much, took out a few copper plates from his arms, and directly grabbed the hot sweet potatoes roasted on the side with his hands in the old man's shocked eyes.

Now the temperature on the sweet potato is not too difficult for Bailizhi, who has become a monster.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help muttering in his heart

(It's been a long time since this young man eats, and the broken sweet potatoes are so hungry for him)

"Hmm, old man, what's wrong with me?

Bailizhi seemed to notice the old man's expression, and asked in surprise, while wiping his mediocre cheeks that were sweating from eating piping hot sweet potatoes with his soot-stained hands.

The originally clean face instantly became like a refugee fleeing the famine because of this touch.

Seeing his appearance, not far from the stall, a brisk girl's laughter couldn't help but come uncontrollably.

Following the laughter, the girl was carrying a basket full of sweet potatoes and struggling to the side of the stall.

Seeing that the girl mentioned too many sweet potatoes at one time, the old man hurriedly ran over distressed.

Just by that expression, Bailizhi can be sure that she must be her own granddaughter.

Judging by the patched clothes of the two, life does not seem to be particularly rich.

Also

Otherwise, who would sell sweet potatoes in the night market under the moonlight of late autumn?

"Hahaha, let the guests smile, the old man's surname is Yang, this little girl is my hard-working granddaughter, called Lianlian. ”

"In the Lower Hundred Miles"

The old man put aside the basket of sweet potatoes he had brought from his granddaughter and reported his name without warning.

Seeing that the other party reported his name, if he didn't report it, he would lose his courtesy, and Bailizhi hurriedly reported his home.

The old man smiled awkwardly, although the young man in front of him was a strange person, but he didn't have the feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away and looking down on people, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"A few years ago, Pingzhou was turbulent, her father was conscripted as a soldier and has no whereabouts since then, his mother gave birth to her difficult childbirth, and God's injustice also took the life of her mother, but fortunately, the old man I am still quite strong, and I can barely make a living with my granddaughter by doing some farm work. ”

Listening to the girl's tragic experience, Bailizhi couldn't help but feel compassion

Originally, it was sad for the tragic experience of an old man and a young child, but the next moment, his eyes were firmly locked by the undulation of the girl's chest.

It seems that poverty has not interfered with the development of the girl's body, and she is also fifteen or sixteen years old, but her figure has thrown off the little candle for dozens of streets.

And that's not all!

Bailizhi suddenly changed from sympathy for the miserable situation of the two to pity for Xiao Candle

The old man's sharp eyes found Baili Zhi's eyes in Mimi, and the burning stick used to poke the sweet potatoes in the stove was picked up by him and slammed Baili Zhi's clothes.

This stunned made the originally clean clothes instantly leave a large cloud of black spots, and the old man realized that Bailizhi's clothes didn't seem to be the kind of casual stalls, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Although the style is very simple, how can the silk purchased by Jiucang on the mountain be compared with the ordinary people's clothes on the street.

If the young man in front of him wants to open his mouth to let himself accompany him because of these few black spots, the income from running his own stall may be wasted.

In contrast to the old man's nervous expression, Bai Lizhi grinned widely, and the bag of fruit and jade candy in his hand was opened by him and handed it to the girl.

Fruit jade candy is not particularly expensive, but poor grandchildren can only give girls a taste during the New Year's holidays.

Looking at the paper bag handed over, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then carefully and shyly hid behind the old man.

The girl named Yang Lianlian is like a small animal, which makes Bai Lizhi's heart ripple for a while, and associate her with Xiao Zhu Pian who yells at him every day, if the girl's character is half of a girl's gentleness, what a heart-warming picture it will be.

The old man looked at the girl hiding behind him gently, smiled softly, nodded and signaled, and the girl shyly reached into the bag.

In the light of the candlelight on the side of the road, the girl's palm, full of traces of the destruction of life, reached into the bag, but only the smallest one was taken out of the bag.

Baili Zhi saw that she was careful not to stain other candies, and his heart softened for a while, and he directly stuffed the paper bag into the girl's arms.

Maybe it's a bit of a big range of movements.,While the paper bag is stuffed into the girl's arms.,There's a vague elastic touch on the back of the hand.。

Bai Lizhi, who was a thief, hurriedly explained, "This, this, this is force majeure"

"Thank you, brother" Lianlian's voice of thanks came out before Yang Laohan, and this sentence interrupted Yang Laohan who wanted to blame Bailizhi on the spot.

While shaking his head, Yang Laohan pointed to the fire and said, "Forget it, the old man doesn't have any thanks, today this sweet potato is an old man, I will invite you, eat it." ”

The old man's generous words instantly made Baili Zhi feel refreshed.

He didn't politely pick up the small maza by the stall, sat down by the stove and began to eat in large pieces.

The girl on the side also moved a horse and sat not far away, holding a paper bag and happily sending the candy into her mouth, Bailizhi vaguely saw the candle shining on the girl's face was slightly red.

As if noticing Bailizhi's gaze, the girl quickly looked away from Bailizhi's gaze.

Sweet potatoes are a very interesting food that grows underground and matures over hundreds of days.

When ripe, if you eat it raw, it will have a bitter and sweet taste, and when you eat it cooked, you can feel the soft texture and unique aroma spreading in your mouth.

The key is that this sweet potato is still hungry, and I don't know how many refugees have been saved by this thing.

Although there were many dead and wounded soldiers on the battlefield of the war in the northwest a few years ago, it can be said that compared with the people who died of hunger, cold, and flu among the displaced people, it can be said that it is much less.

I was fortunate enough to see,

To be precise, Bailizhi, who was unfortunate enough to see the hell on earth, had a strange feeling for sweet potatoes.

Bai Yan ate for a long time, Bai Lizhi finally patted his stomach with satisfaction, calculated the amount he ate, secretly took out a few copper plates in his arms and put them by the stove and prepared to get up and leave.

However, at this moment, a strange feeling came from the crowd, and this feeling was all too familiar to him after turning into a youkai.

It was a very pure demonic power, and it was obvious that this demonic power had been mostly hidden by some means.

You can still feel the slightest demonic power revealed from the corners, and its purity is enough to crush those mountain and forest monsters.

After reading ancient books in Jiucang for so long, although he didn't know very deeply, he still had a little understanding of demon power.

The purity of the demon power does not confirm which level and which level of the monster's strength is, but only the purity of the monster's bloodline.

After all, no matter how strong the demonic power is, it can't be converted into internal force, and it's difficult to control.

However, a monster with such a pure bloodline appeared in a city where humans gathered, and it is not an exaggeration to include such strange things in the rivers and lakes.

As if he was attracted, Bailizhi didn't have time to say goodbye to the old and the young, so he quickly got up and followed.

The crowd is crowded, and this is the time when the night market is the most densely populated, and the crowd makes Bailizhi dizzy when he looks at it.

Struggling in the sea of people, a woman's back finally appeared in Bailizhi's field of vision.

With the strength of his legs, Baili Zhi finally squeezed out of the crowd, and it was a coincidence that the stone road on the ground was turned up by people who had been trampled on for many years

This corner happened to stumble over Baili Zhi, who had not yet stood firm in the crowd, and the center of gravity of his body was unstable and he rushed straight forward.

There is a providence in the dark, and the girl who is full of demonic power happens to turn around at this time, and a young man who has never been seen before is reflected above the pupils of her eyes, and he is pounced on herself with his teeth and claws.

And grabbed the hem of his skirt and tugged hard

In broad daylight, he forcibly dragged off the girl's close-fitting short skirt.

Baili Zhi lay on the ground and felt the touch of silk fabric in his hand, and when he fell, the thing he subconsciously grabbed seemed to fall to the ground with him.

Looking up, from his angle, he could see the girl's slender thighs and the close-fitting pants at the base of the thighs protecting the hidden part.

"Miss, you have to listen to me explain, things are not what you think"