Suddenly a new idea came to mind, so Canglong Zun Tian Sanguan, and what happened in it will not be directly written. Table hit me.

Above, I will say.

In the middle of the night in late autumn, the sky gradually became overcast, and seeing that another autumn rain was coming, pedestrians on the road accelerated their pace.

The pouring rain, the autumn wind blowing, the originally noisy street market, like a song, the last long note, first extremely loud, and then abruptly stopped.

Under this autumn rain and strong wind, the sentimental literati and ink writers, perhaps holding a bamboo umbrella, strolling in the rain, chanting a few words from time to time, such as the autumn rain is thin, but the landscape is leisurely. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet. Poems like that.

But for the hawkers and craftsmen who walk the streets and alleys, they are staying in the inns in Yuzhou City. The evening is the happiest time, and after such a while, I don't know how much money I can earn to support my family.

The inn is not small, there are still thirty or fifty rooms, but in addition to the merchants who shuttle around and the tourists who play around, the hawkers and craftsmen naturally don't want to spend a night in the lobby.

The autumn wind is bleak, although it is not yet winter, but it is also cold enough to pass through the skin and flesh and go straight into the bones.

"Crackling, crackling. ”

I don't know that the guest paid for it, and ordered the shopkeeper, who belonged to the chicken and had this bald head, without a trace of hair, to raise a charcoal fire in the lobby of the inn. The stove emitted a warm breath, dispelling the cold of the dozens of people present who belonged to autumn.

It is not divided into the crafts of traders, hawkers, and travelers, just gathered around the charcoal fire in the lobby, warm wine and barbecue, gossip and interesting things, cold nights, wet dampness, but it is easy to deal with the past.

The atmosphere was warm and the talks were high, and it was not long before it was midnight.

A middle-aged man, drank a bowl of warm spirits in one gulp, and his face fluttered all the year round, red and bright, his eyes were confused, and he sighed, and asked with the strength of the wine,

"Do any of you know who the little doll on the city wall is, what crime has he committed, a reward of 10,000 gold, and a seal of 10,000 households, this is not a caught, as long as you provide clues. If I do, I'll send the old strings. ”

As he spoke, he slapped the wooden table vigorously and took a bite of the flesh, as if the meat was the little doll.

"Lao Xian, if you really become the Marquis of Wanhu, don't forget your brothers. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

Familiar people laughed. The unfamiliar ones also coaxed and raised the atmosphere.

"Return the Marquis of Ten Thousand Households, look for death. A slightly older voice said in a deep voice.

"What did you say?"

For example, if a basin of cold water is poured on the charcoal fire, the whole audience is in an uproar, and I don't know how many people stare at the wine, turn around and look at the sound, in this case, if the person who makes a sound, can't say four, five or six, a good fight, I'm afraid I can't run.

Even in the corner, a lonely Taoist who only drank and never made a sound seemed to be disturbed, and couldn't help but turn his head.

"Ah, someone exclaimed, it's the old horse of the grain gang. ”

As soon as these words came out, for a while, the eyes of the old horse were completely different.

Lao Ma was not originally called Lao Ma, just because he had been a merchant for decades, and he had run all over the world, and he became an old horse who knew his way and was very respected by his peers. I can't get sure which way to go, what to do on that road, just ask Lao Ma, there is nothing he doesn't know, and over time, no one remembers his original name, just call Lao Ma.

"Old horse, tell me, who is that little doll? A reward of 10,000 gold, a seal of 10,000 households, and the purchase of a fugitive king's life are enough. ”

A stout man picked up the middle jar, poured a bowl, handed it to a little old man with a wrinkled face, and asked politely.

The aroma of wine was overflowing, and the other people around the stout man sniffed vigorously and drooled greedily.

The more strange the story, the better the wine, this is the rule among traders. Others can only look at it.

The old horse was not polite, took a sip, spit out a breath of hot air in enjoyment, his expressionless face softened a little, and he glanced at the man,

"Little dolls are what you can call, too. Not to mention the little doll, it is his big name Ye Junsheng, even the immortal masters who are worshiped by the king dare not call it like this. ”

"No, it won't. ”

Before the old horse finished speaking, a peddler interjected in disbelief: "Immortal masters are calling for wind and rain and are omnipotent, this little doll, cough, Ye Junsheng looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old." To be able to have such a great ability"

"If you have never been out of the city in your life, you know what to do, and if you worship the immortal master, you can be in front of the king and us mortals, and in front of those great immortal sects, it is not the same as us. ”

The old horse poured himself another mouthful before continuing,

"Offering immortal masters in front of Ye Junsheng, it's really nothing, several immortal masters in Jiang Kingdom were beaten by Ye Junsheng with one move, just one move, and the immortal masters of Chen State, one person defeated all the immortal masters in Jiang Kingdom, and in the end, he still couldn't escape Ye Junsheng's clutches and died. ”

Everyone who ran around the rivers and lakes had heard about this, and nodded again and again, but they didn't expect that Ye Junsheng did it.

"So you said it, Jiang Guo and Chen Guo sent it together?" someone asked.

"What are Jiang and Chen, this wanted warrant is all over Xuancang Prefecture, and they can do it. ”

The door of the inn was suddenly pushed open, and the wind blew the torrential rain in, and the raging charcoal fire was extinguished for a few minutes. The humid air poured in, dissipating the heavy smell of alcohol in the lobby. A few people by the door hurriedly retreated, so as not to get wet.

A young Taoist stepped in, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, stiff and awe-inspiring. The sword in his right hand pointed at the talisman, pointing directly at the lone Taoist, and the three yellow talismans fluttered in the wind, shouting loudly;

"Ye Junsheng inherited the Canglong Zuntian inheritance, colluded with the demon clan, plotted to kill the first master of the Ximing Temple Discipline Hall, the elder Luanqing of the Ziyang faction, and seriously injured the real person of the Yuanya of the Law Sword Dao, and has become a demon cultivator, and the human race has punished him. ”

At this moment, several muffled thunders rang out in the sky, and the faces of the people in the lobby were uncertain, and the torrential rain poured down and smashed on the roof tiles.

The lone Taoist stretched his waist, his joints and bones crackled, he raised his eyes to look at the young Taoist, played with his wine glass, and said mockingly: "These individuals, together with the funeral?"

Like a big stone knock, thrown into the water, stirring up waves, everyone in the lobby knelt down and bowed, kowtowed, and shouted:

"Ask the immortal master to spare the villain's life, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. ”

"The villain must worship the immortal master's lantern, and only ask the immortal master to spare the villain's life. ”

"If the immortal master can spare the villain's life, the villain will definitely tie the grass ring to repay the great favor. ”......

There was an inexplicable smile in the eyes of the lone Taoist, looking at the pestle there, neither advancing nor retreating, the embarrassed young Taoist took a sip of wine.

Looking down at the white porcelain wine glass, the corners of his mouth twitched, and when he put two fingers, the wine glass fell to the ground, snapped, and fell into pieces.

Time seemed to stand still, and the cries for mercy, cries, and shouts suddenly stopped, just like the calm before the storm, and it must have erupted dozens of times more powerful.

The young Taoist's gaze on Sumeru did not leave the lonely Taoist, his consciousness was pressed, and his voice was calm, like a stream, containing the power of calming people's hearts: "Go, don't worry." ”

Everyone in the hall really didn't push or shout, and walked out of the inn quickly and steadily.

When Wen, the rain is fast, the wind is moving, and the lights are breathing.

The charcoal fire in the inn was extinguished, and it was pitch black. Two blue lights and a touch of silver electricity lit up the room.

Ye Junsheng's green light flashed, his eyes froze, and his long sword waved.