In the street market of Pingliang City, Wu Ye squatted next to a picker who bought egg drop sweet wine, gobbled down four large bowls in one go, and burped a few times in a row, and Wu Ye was a little angry.

When he took out the "Ancient Law Secret Legend of the Iron Head Gong" and wiped it on his mouth, but wiped his hands black, and also wiped himself into a flower-faced cat, the anger in his stomach became even more noisy.

"It's all ancient iron head work, why do you just drop the color, this is too tricky, right?"

I wanted to throw away this tattered volume and go to the black market to buy a new one, but I found that I had forgotten the way to the black market, and I was dizzy at the thought of the labyrinthine poor streets and alleys of the shantytown, and hesitated for a moment before giving up.

Anyway, he didn't plan to major in iron head skills, so he used this tattered fragment to make do with it, and besides, there are also methods to practice the brain case in "Iron Cloth Shirt", so why spend more money?

The bully, who was a bit of a chicken thief, muttered for a while, and then stuffed the "Ancient Law Secret Legend Iron Head Gong" back into his arms.

Ma Boguang floated on top of the iron pot made of boiled egg drop wine, and asked him: "Xiao Wu, have you thought of what to do with the "Moon God Amaterasu Sutra"?

"I know what to do. ”

Wu Ye pursed his lips, the husband is not guilty, and he still knows the truth that he is guilty, with his current identity, taking out the "Moon God Amaterasu Sutra" and selling it is equivalent to a gangster on the earth carrying the newly unearthed terracotta warriors and horses all over the street to find foreign buyers, isn't this looking for death?

"I've already figured out what to do with the Luna Amaterasu. Wu Ye asked for another bowl of egg drop sweet wine, and snorted and pulled.

"How to deal with it?" Ma Boguang was a little nervous.

Wu Ye was about to answer, when a very familiar sweet and sour taste suddenly came from his nose.

When I turned my head to look, in a shop on the corner of the street, it was crystal clear and red like fire.

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In the room of the Rifle Inn, Xiao Han was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a chest strap scattered on the pillow, ** upper body, and was spitting out luck.

The skin around her body is wheat-colored, only the chest is white like mutton fat where the sun is not seen all the year round, secreting a thin layer of golden sweat beads, with breathing, the two soft flesh tremble up and down, flashing a colorful luster, making people want to come forward and lick it carefully.

It was a single room just for her, and she had locked the door to keep the noise out.

But it can't calm the restless mind.

The dispute with several clansmen during the day was still lingering in her ears, and she didn't know why she was so impulsive at that time, and would shout loudly at her companions at all costs, maybe it was not the clansmen's insults to Nan Batian, but the clansmen said the possibility that had repeatedly appeared in her heart but had never dared to face it.

Nan Batian, maybe he is dead.

The thought of the hippie-smiling, wicked, impudent, despicable, and hooked man with hooked eyes might have been lying silently in some corner of the forest, slowly rotting, and even being torn apart by the beast, leaving only a miserable white bone, and the girl trembled uncontrollably.

She forbade herself to think about it any longer, and she concentrated on breathing and breathing, but she couldn't enter the realm of forgetting things and self.

The two spent a month together in Zhongyang Mountain, bit by bit, vividly.

"Bastard!"

Xiao Han couldn't sit still, jumped up, paced back and forth in the small room, his chest rose and fell violently, and the two developing bunnies took the opportunity to jump happily.

"Nan Batian, you are really a guy who doesn't make people worry when he dies!"

Xiao Han was not used to the feeling of heavy and shaking in his chest, so he covered his chest and gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the door, and the voice of the girl of the Xiao family came: "Brother Han, Brother Han, come out and take a look!"

"It's coming!"

Xiao Han quickly wrapped his chest belt, changed into a loose robe, and opened the door to go out.

In the corridor, several companions were panting, red-faced, and very excited, and the girl of the Xiao family came up to take her hand and shouted, "Brother Han, come down with us and have a look!"

"Look at what?" Xiao Han leaned over and quietly dodged the girl's claws.

The girl of the Xiao family blushed with excitement: "Oh, anyway, you will know when you come with us, it is definitely a good thing that you can't see in Zhongyang Town!"

Xiao Han was forced by the girl to have no way out, so he had to reluctantly say: "Okay, you lead the way in front, I'll go and see." ”

The girl of the Xiao family cheered, jumping and walking in front, and everyone hugged Xiao Han down the stairs, and halfway through, they saw a stunned scene.

There are three floors in the Rifle Inn, they live on the second floor, the first floor is the dining hall, there are more than a dozen square tables, but it is not a meal at the moment, only a few people sit and drink.

On the contrary, there were hundreds of onlookers standing on the side, looking at the center of the lobby dumbfounded, whispering one after another, surprised and envious.

In the center of the lobby is a large tree made of straw.

The tall tree, with a thick bamboo stick as the "trunk", is wrapped in thick straw layer by layer, and three or four hundred strings of crystal clear red fruits are obliquely inserted on the straw, and the fruit is also wrapped in a layer of transparent sugar shell, which exudes an intoxicating luster under the dim light of the oil lamp.

This luster has a sweet and sour taste, which makes people feel full of relish, hungry and salivating at a glance.

The vendor holding the red fruit tree was dressed very neatly, his face was filled with indescribable arrogance, holding the bamboo stick and turning it gently, the red fruit tree immediately spun up, and the red light was shining, like a raging fire, a raging fire burning directly in the internal organs of people!

The crowd of onlookers suddenly stirred up a wave of exclamation.

"Is this—?" Xiao Han's eyes widened.

"This is a rock sugar gourd!" The girl of the Xiao family was full of fascination, and seemed to be about to rush up desperately, "This is not something that ordinary people can afford, it has just been transmitted from the Central Plains to our Wuwei country, and there is a workshop for making rock sugar gourds in the entire Pingliang City, just a string of rock sugar gourds costs twenty big knife money, this is not a string, here is a rock sugar gourd tree that someone has contracted the entire workshop and specially pierced out!"

"Rock Sugar Gourd Tree?"

Xiao Han "buzzed" in his head, and the whole world suddenly shattered.

She remembered the promise her father made on the day he went to the Kingdom of Tianjin.

"Daddy brought you a rock sugar gourd tree!" said my father proudly.

From that day on, the rock sugar gourd tree has become an eternal pain in Xiao Han's heart.

Later, she often rubbed the string of rock sugar gourds brought back by her father, looking forward to a completely different picture, and she also buried her head in the thin quilt, counting one, two, three, and then opened it violently, hoping that she would come to a new world.

In this new world, my father was not unintentionally beaten into a waste by Helian, but successfully passed the entrance assessment of the Tongtian Sword Sect, became a cultivator, and then carried a fiery red tree full of rock sugar gourds, and returned to his hometown with high spirits, carrying her on his shoulders.

It's a pity that such a new world does not exist, and the rock sugar gourd tree is just an unrealistic fantasy of a little girl.

And now, a real rock sugar gourd tree appeared in front of her eyes, and she could even smell the sweet and sour smell that she would never forget.

But it wasn't going to be a gift for her, and she could only stand by and watch as one lucky one snatched it.

Xiao Han snorted.

She felt like she was going to drown in her sad memories.

The girl of the Xiao family didn't know the thoughts surging in her heart, and continued to chatter: "This dealer has already said just now, this rock sugar gourd tree was specially bought by an uncle and given away, there must be a rich son who has taken a fancy to a certain girl here, so he is willing to spend so much money!"

The women on the sidelines also gossiped:

"Such a big rock sugar gourd tree is worth at least two silver dollars, right?"

"What two, didn't you hear what they just said, it's eight silver knife money!"

"What, it's enough for our family to eat for three or five years! You dead ghost, why didn't I see you so generous back then!"

"Oh, don't poke, don't poke, those who are willing to spend so much money to please women must have ill intentions, don't have other plans, maybe it's a gentleman!"

"Phew, if anyone gives me such a big rock sugar gourd tree, no matter how ill-intentioned and ill-intentioned, I will admit it!

"That's right, I, I'm about to cry when I see such a beautiful thing!"

"I can't even walk!"

"I can't even stand on my feet!"

"Don't say one, if anyone gives me half a plant, I will marry him on the spot!"

"Let's talk about it, who is this for, boss, say it, tell it who it's for!"

Dozens of wolf-like market girls did not hide their envy, jealousy and hatred, and their fierce eyes swept around the crowd, and the slightly beautiful woman was soon poked into a thousand holes.

Xiao Han snorted coldly, didn't want to watch such a farce anymore, turned around and walked towards the second floor.

"Hey, Brother Han, why are you leaving?"

"Bored, I went back to sleep. Xiao Han didn't reply, and said coldly.

"Brother Han, Brother Han, Brother Han!" the girl of the Xiao family screamed more harshly.

"Isn't it just a rock sugar gourd tree, I don't know what you're excited about!" Xiao Han's face was as pale as frost, he flicked his sleeves and said without looking back.

"No, you, you, listen!" The voice of the girl of the Xiao family was very strange, as if she was frightened.

Xiao Han was stunned for a moment, but found that there was dead silence downstairs, and the lobby that was chattering and bustling just now seemed to have turned into an empty ice cellar, which was indescribably weird.

In the lobby, which was so quiet that even the tip of a needle could be heard falling to the ground, the hawker's voice was exceptionally crisp:

"Which one is the son of Xiao Han? This rock sugar gourd tree was given to him!"