In the battle of Sanyuange, as the blood color of the sky and ground dissipated, the peaceful and noisy Taiping Street became quiet; when people passed by here, they would subconsciously take a detour; even if they had to pass by, they all walked away quickly, not daring to let their eyes stop for a moment.

Residents in the surrounding areas have moved out and are unable to afford to relocate, so they usually live in seclusion to minimize the time they are exposed to the eyes of others.

For a time, within a radius of tens of meters from the Sanyuan Pavilion, it seemed to be a forbidden area for non-painting. Except for the occasional bird that roams through the rubble, and the squirrel sings among the rocks, only the beggars who have nothing to hope for and whose eyes are dull and dazed are left. They were not afraid of any power, and no power cared about them, but became the inhabitants of this place.

The ruins have been searched countless times, and there is no floating wealth to look forward to, and even a few stone tables and stone piers under the pear tree have disappeared, leaving only a remnant of a dead branch that falls to the ground, occupying most of the space. The beggars are willing to stay here, but because the dilapidated cave is not as clean and refreshing as it used to be, but it can keep warm from the wind and rain, and it is a good place to live.

At this time, the arrival of Shisanlang and the others alarmed them, and several old and young beggars in ragged clothes walked out of the cave mansion and looked at them blankly, not understanding what was happening.

They didn't know Thirteen Lang, and they didn't know that he was the rightful master here. But they could feel the strength of these people, the anger hidden under the calm countenance of the young man in the lead, and the majesty that made their souls tremble.

And they were terrified.

Looking at these people in front of him, watching their dazedness turn into horror, Jusan Lang stood up from the ground and did not speak.

"If it was inconvenient a few days ago, do you want to drive them away?"

Tian Qi looked in the direction of the cave mansion and asked cautiously. Lao Wu was in a hurry, and he was about to step forward when he raised his legs, but was stopped by Thirteen Lang.

"No need, it's also haode if it's useful, so let them be. ”

Shisanlang's tone was still calm, and he said: "When my eldest brother and I came, I used to joke that the feng shui here is good, and in the future, he and his sister-in-law will not be busy, so they will return to old age here." Raising a few sons and daughters, and raising a few cats and dogs is no worse than the days of cultivating immortals. ”

A trace of memory flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of Thirteen Lang's mouth, and he said softly: "Sister-in-law Tiger said okay, the eldest brother was not angry, but he was scolded by his sister-in-law." ”

The surroundings were still quiet, and a young man in his prime said something with a rotten smell in the fresh morning mist, which made people feel a sense of horror. Several men lowered their heads, and several girls bit their lips, trying not to make a sound.

"Later...... Fluttershy's and the others are here, and it's getting more and more lively, and it's getting more and more peaceful, and it looks like what I said at that time could come true. ”

"The pear tree is getting bigger and bigger. ”

Thirteen Lang bent down, patted his palm on the dead tree trunk, and whispered to himself.

"When I saw Fluttershy and Ah Niu, I suddenly had the thought, Sanyuan Pavilion...... It should be bigger. ”

The corners of his mouth flashed with a wry smile, and he said in a mocking voice: "At that time, I was twelve years old, and my eldest brother often praised me as a genius, and I myself thought I was a genius. Genius is always a little different. ”

He stood up again, his tone became lonely, and said, "So there's the aftermath." ”

"Young Master, Brother Niu, they... Are you alright?"

For many days back, Thirteen Lang doesn't mention Niu and Dumb Aunt, and Fluttershy doesn't ask. At this time, listening to him talk about the past, I finally couldn't help but ask.

"Not good. ”

Jusan Lang replied honestly, "They are all dead. ”

The gloomy faces of the girls were even darker, and they didn't say anything more, nor did they cry and complain, but just quietly lowered their heads. Thirteen Lang turned around in a deep groan, took out a bag and handed it to Lao Ba, and said, "A sitting pill, a few macarina pills, and a little spirit stone are all placed in it." ”...,

"What!"

Lao Ba and the others were shocked, and they all looked at Thirteen Lang with grateful and surprised eyes, unable to say anything.

"Don't shirk, you deserve it. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "Macaryu is real, I have checked it." ”

"Young Master...... You ......"

The eighth child took the bag in a daze, wanted to say something but couldn't say anything, and stayed in place like a stake.

Shisanlang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go farther and take care of a few girls." As for whether you can go further in the future, you can decide for yourself. ”

Lao Ba didn't push again, and nodded vigorously with Tian Qi and the others. Tian Qi looked at the sky, and couldn't help but persuade again: "Young Master, someone has already seen you appear, shouldn't you leave early?" ”

In the distance, several shadowy figures appeared, looking at the group with surprised eyes, without making any sound.

After the incident in Falling Spirit City, everyone was secretly speculating whether the Thirteenth Young Master would come back and when he would come back. Now that he's suddenly here, it means too much information. People are speculating in their minds about what might have happened, and fear swells up.

Thirteen Lang looked up into the distance, his gaze gradually fluctuating.

The sixth man suddenly spoke, and said in a muffled voice: "If you want me to say, young master, you shouldn't come." Those people are all some bad seeds, as long as the people of Cangyun Sect ask, they will say whether they are dead or alive. ”

Lao Wu nodded and said, "Yes, young master, you really shouldn't come." ”

Thirteen Lang was silent, and said after a while: "Don't blame them, this is what I meant." Besides, even if they don't come to me, I'll go to them in the future. Let them know early and be prepared. ”

The flat words and the calm voice came out of the mouth of a teenager, and it made people feel arrogant. The people in the distance apparently heard this, and there was a slight commotion.

The sixth man suddenly said: "Otherwise, just burn the Battle Spirit Pavilion with a fire!" Those rabbit cubs are now panicking, and Bao Zhun'er doesn't even dare to let out a fart." ”

The fifth was the first to agree, the eighth was more cautious, and Tian Qi was dispensable, just looking at Thirteen Lang and waiting for his orders.

"What are you burning down the house for? ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "The house is dead, and the talent is alive. ”

Looking up and glancing around, he took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said, "Let's go!"

After saying that, Xiao Shisanlang grabbed Tinker Bell's arm, walked steadily, and went straight to the outside of Luoling City.

Behind him, Tian Qi watched the young man's determined figure disappear in the morning light, and raised his hand to wave it.

"Let's go!"

A few strong men with a few girls turned around and left in the opposite direction, disappearing into the distance.

The morning sun rises, and the moist and cool air becomes warm and hot. The city gradually awoke from its slumber, and then became hot and noisy, full of life

As of this chapter, the first volume of the small town story has officially ended, and the second volume of the exotic town has officially begun, and more exciting things are ahead. I hope that the majority of book friends will continue to support the old gun, support the forging of immortals, and hold their fists!

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