When they arrived at the bottom of the city, the flow of people suddenly increased. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The river is endless, but Jiang Xiaoyu is particularly interesting to watch.

There are vendors and sellers, scholars and scholars, monks, coolies who sell firewood, big girls and little daughters-in-law, and even beggars. Some of them are cultivators, and some are ordinary people at all.

The cultivators were willing to merge with ordinary people, and their faces were plain and natural, without the slightest abnormality. Some even have a cordial conversation with the people around them from time to time, and the tone is calm and natural. Even if this person is an ordinary beggar, he doesn't take a little shelf, and he looks like he is an equal.

When you look at this, you can see that these cultivators are really real cultivators. Character and temperament can be regarded as the best choice.

Cultivators and ordinary people, no matter what, are all under the control of the Heavenly Dao, but one side is struggling with hard cultivation, and the other is conforming to nature.

Among them, some people have struggled for millions of years, endured the suffering of loneliness for hundreds of years, but after all, it was empty, and some people only lived for a hundred years, but their lives were safe and full of children and grandchildren. Therefore, compared with the two, which is superior and inferior, and which is superior, if you really want to talk about it, it is really difficult to say.

If you can't even tell the difference between those who don't cultivate the Tao, there will be no difference.

But what makes Jiang Xiaoyu most interesting is not only this, but those ordinary people.

It is not uncommon for cultivators to associate with ordinary people on an equal footing, but what is really strange is that ordinary people can also associate with ordinary people without the slightest discomfort.

Interesting, really interesting, Jiang Xiaoyu looked around, interested.

Not to mention, what kind of dark speculation he had in his heart about this Spring and Autumn Holy City, at least at this moment, he appreciated it.

However, is there really no distinction between the high and the low, and there is no fighting?

He was unbelieving.

Therefore, he only thinks that this holy city is really beautiful to look at.

Jiang Xiaoyu's uninhibited prodigal style makes people explore, the flawless perfection of the mirror makes people admire, and the obscenity and vulgarity of playing butterflies are disgusting.

It's just that the first two are seen openly, and the latter is just hidden.

But, in any case, when these three people appear together, it will naturally cause a sensation. What's more, Jing Wufang himself is a romantic figure who has attracted the attention of thousands of people in this Spring and Autumn City.

"Don't you see this is Der Spiegel, why did he come back, is this trip to the small world attack over?"

"Hey, you're too outdated. It ended half a month ago, and the rest is just the end. Such a character as Spiegel, where can he do such a third-rate thing. ”

"I just don't know what the harvest is, I can let the big world forces attack together, this small world is really a treasure. ”

"Who's to say it's not, but unfortunately, it's not my share. ”

"Yo, just like you, I want to get involved. You don't know, but even the fierce places such as the Forest Prison have participated in this attack, so if you wait to join in, I'm afraid that you will lose your life before you see that small world. ”

.............

Putting aside the crazy words of those big girls about the immaculate mirror, Jiang Xiaoyu's ears were trying their best to collect useful news for themselves. Whether it was a mortal or a cultivator, he had heard it all.

Wanjiaji is a small place after all, and he spent a month there, painstakingly investigating the news, adding up to a total of not as many as ten steps here.

An hour later, on the South Street of the Spring and Autumn Holy City.

This is the most prosperous street in this holy city, where most of the hotels and shops are concentrated, and it is also the densest settlement of monastic hermits and mortals.

If it is usual, there will never be any open space here, and the dense flow of horse-drawn carriages and stalls will crowd this place densely, and it is impossible to finish this long street without spending an hour.

Today, however, is an exception.

An unobstructed avenue appeared neatly in the middle of the street.

This is by no means the presence of a certain respectable person, but more like the plague god and the broom star, which makes people afraid to avoid the appearance of "divine objects".

The play butterfly walked forward reluctantly, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't stand such treatment. After looking at it again, both sides turned around in unison, lest he glanced back with resentment.

It was Jiang Xiaoyu squinting his eyes, holding Nayang grass in his mouth, holding the back of his head with both hands, looking leisurely and swimming, looking very comfortable.

"Brother Xiaoyuer, you are really not kind, and you buried me like this. "Butterfly is a person who loves to be in the limelight, but it is by no means such a limelight.

"Well, that's not right, I'm helping you. Originally, your face couldn't be seen by men, women and children, so it was of any use. Now, I'm not going to help you find a place to use it. Holding the mirror, he had no time to open the way, righteous words, smiling.

"If I knew this, I still followed Brother Jing. The butterfly pursed her lips, thinking of those junior sisters who were flawless in the mirror, and regretted it.

"Eh, I didn't ask you to follow me, if only you wanted to go to them now. Don't think I didn't know you did something to them. Jiang Xiaoyu's big eyes only showed a slit, but the playful look jumped on the paper.

"I didn't touch them, I didn't touch them. The butterfly admits and is justifying.

"If you want to pick a butterfly, you have to smell the fragrance of this flower first, and then you know whether this flower is beautiful or not, okay?" Jiang Xiaoyu replied disdainfully.

"Hey, hey, hey. "The butterfly is smirking and proud.

Then, his face suddenly turned solemn, and he asked again, "Are you avoiding the mirror?"

"Aren't you hiding?" Jiang Xiaoyu looked indifferent and replied slowly.

"That's right, I'm really hiding", Butterfly nodded in agreement, "If it weren't for the fear that the crazy woman in red would suddenly regret and turn back, I would never stay with him for a while." This is a terrible person!"

"So you know. Jiang Xiaoyu didn't seem to be surprised at all by the butterfly's words, and teased as expected.

"Of course, my mother used to tell me not to be around 'perfect' people like Mirror Immaculate. He is either a saint who will take you to hell together, or a villain who will calculate and kill you. The butterfly looked worried.

"Hey!" Jiang Xiaoyu smiled, shook his head slightly, and didn't speak again.

Originally, he also planned to take the opportunity to enter the Flawless Sect and make plans again. However, after he entered Spring and Autumn City, he changed his mind and plunged himself into the Tiger's Den Dragon Pool, which was really not a smart idea.

The reward for the capture of the creatures that escaped from the small world was the news he got after he and the Butterfly entered the Spring and Autumn City.

Originally, the most dangerous place was indeed the safest place, but if Jing Wufang was also in this most dangerous place, it would be different.

Moreover, if it weren't for that, how could the species of Butterfly follow Jiang Xiaoyu away from Jing Wufang and others, leaving behind that group of Jing Wufang's junior sisters.

"Hmm. ”

Jiang Xiaoyu was thinking about his future plans in his heart, and an ordinary old man who set up a stall on the street attracted his attention.

This is really an ordinary grocery stall, all handmade pots and pans, wood and stone carvings, bamboo knots, not only the material is poor, but even the workmanship is very rough.

Such a stall really shouldn't attract any customers. I'm afraid that the most moneyless people don't want to spend money to buy such a money-losing goods.

If ordinary people have such a small stall, I am afraid that if they are in a hurry to scratch their heads, they will be numb, and they will never be as relaxed as this old man.

That's right, it's easy.

He really didn't look like a businessman, because he had been sleeping soundly all the time, and he didn't even look at his stall, and even if someone swept away his stall at the moment, he probably wouldn't know.

So, he didn't care at all, and he wasn't a businessman at all.

"Alas, old man, why are you setting up a stall here? Feng Shui here is not for you. Jiang Xiaoyu walked over, squatted down, and asked after fiddling with those small objects.

"Oh, where should I go?" the old man replied lightly without opening his eyes.

"It's time to go to North Street. Isn't there a big fight now, the old man should also fight, it's too quiet here, isn't it?"

North Street is the liveliest place in Spring and Autumn City, and they just walked from there not long ago.

It was as lively as a cockfighting ring, and not only cultivators, but also mortals would join in, fighting with the people around them, and never compromise.

As long as you walk there, you will be full of Taoism.

Regardless of whether this theory is high or not, the atmosphere is indeed surprising.

"Why are you old men and me, are you just fighting cocks?" The old man still didn't open his eyes, and his tone was not happy or angry.

"Hey, hey. The butterfly smiled.

The river fish on the side is also good.

Is it really the Tao that is arguing on North Street?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

At least in Jiang Xiaoyu's view, Tao can draw, speak, carve, eat, write, anything, but can't fight.

"Then uncle, what is your way?" Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly asked.

In this old man, he found something familiar.

"Eat. The old man still closed his eyes.

"Eat? If that's the case, it's really easy to cultivate. Butterfly laughed.

"Simple? Hmph! It depends on whether you have enough to eat and whether you can taste it. Most people in the world have eaten the delicacies of the mountains and seas into coarse tea and light rice, and they have eaten coarse tea and light rice into the best in the world, and they have never eaten enough. It's not as good as bullshit!"

At this time, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and the others, and said with a cold snort.

At this moment, there was finally an unusual place on him.

His skin was dark and rough, his face was wrinkled and cracked like old bark, his hair and beard were so pale that he didn't see a little black, and there was only a rickety skeleton left on his body, so thin that there were not a few taels of flesh left, and his palms were thick and his skin was as rough as sand.

But his eyes were anything but like that.

It's like he's transferred all the essence of his body to a pair of his eyes.

Light and dim, vicissitudes and youth, wisdom and wood, sharp and numb, intelligent and dull, gentle and indifferent, loving and hating......... You seem to find in it all the opposites in the world, full of contradictions and inconsistencies.

But it is this contradiction and incongruity that not only does not make people feel abrupt, but makes people feel that these eyes should be like this.

Because, everyone can find their own shadow in it and find a familiar feeling.

But how can people discover themselves in the eyes of others?

Everyone should be unique, shouldn't they?

Could it be that in these eyes, there is also the same world, and there is also the same self?

Is it scary, magical, or weird?

Jiang Xiaoyu was confused.