I don't know how long I walked, the houses on both sides of the bluestone road began to light up one after another, and the firelight cast the distorted figures on the window paper, like shadow puppets, but it felt more abstract, and I didn't know what they were doing in the house so early.

Xiao Cong looked up at the sky, it was about early in the morning, this should be put on hold as usual, according to the convention, he should go to the tallest building nearby, and stay until sunrise to cultivate the martial arts spirit pupil, but today's morning class is going to be shelved, because the Cloud Mirror Fairy had warned him not to touch the things here.

But Xiao Cong still wondered, is there really something here? Although he can't be sure if this is an illusion without spiritual sense, but such a large ancient city appears out of thin air, even if Da Luo Jin Immortal descends to the earth, he may not be able to do it easily! Even if he can do it, whether he wants to do it or not has to say two things-who I have nothing to eat and spend so much spiritual power to do this thankless thing, and from time to time to put such an ancient city in the depths of the desert, isn't it a pain to be idle!

"The Cloud Mirror Fairy said not to touch the things here, and she didn't say not to touch the things here, I'm afraid she means something else, isn't this bluestone slab a thing here?"

With such a fluke mentality, he slowly stretched out a hand and touched the dry wooden pillar beside him, and his fingertips felt very rough, yes, it was indeed a real touch.

"Squeak-twist"

Suddenly, the door next to the pillar opened, and out of it came a middle-aged woman dressed in coarse linen clothes and with a flower bun on her head, and was about to splash the water from the large wooden basin she was holding out of the door.

"Wow-la-lah"

The water splashed in response to the sound and spread into a fan shape on the ground, and the middle-aged woman raised her head and smiled innocently.

"So early, where is Childe going?"

Xiao Cong lost his mind for a moment, and said in a daze:

"I don't know. ”

The middle-aged woman smiled again and said:

"Has Childe had breakfast? ”

As he spoke, he opened the two doors wide open, and walked into the house with his own head.

Xiao Cong looked at the simple figure that had disappeared behind the curtain in the inner room, and muttered:

"Soul ......"

He looked at the dry wooden pillar beside him again, frowned, and then walked into the house with Hongxiang, and happened to see the middle-aged woman holding a large basket of steaming buns and opening the curtain of the inner room to come out, and put the buns on the table closest to him, Xiao Cong's eyes only stopped on the buns for a few moments, then turned to the layout of this room, looked around, and saw a set of tables, chairs and tea sets neatly placed, as if it was a picture similar to the outside wine shop, but there was no counter and carved railings and other decorations, and it looked shabby。

The middle-aged woman put down the bun and went back to the back room, then brought back a short-spouted iron kettle to fill the teapot on the table, and saw that Xiao Cong and Hongxiang were still standing there motionless, and greeted with a smile:

"Childe, why don't you sit down?"

Xiao Cong came back to his senses, nodded at the middle-aged woman with a restrained expression, and then slowly sat down on the round stool.

"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold for a while. ”

Middle-aged woman

Then he went behind the curtain again.

Xiao Cong and Hongxiang looked at each other, for a while, Xiao Cong's hand slowly stretched out to the cage, and after a little hesitation, he picked up one and moved it to his mouth and took a bite, his slightly frowning brows gradually stretched, but his eyes were still running left and right.

Hongxiang's black and white eyes stared at Xiao Cong who was chewing motionlessly, his eyes were hot, and when Xiao Cong swallowed the mouthful of buns, he swallowed his saliva and couldn't wait to ask:

"Brother, is it delicious?"

Xiao Cong raised his eyes and looked at Hongxiang with a strange look, smacked his lips and said:

"It tasted good. ”

Hongxiang swallowed his saliva again and said eagerly:

"Can I eat it, then?"

Xiao Cong pretended to groan, and after a while, he replied:

"Why not. ”

Before the words fell, Hongxiang's little hand had already returned with the bag in a "whoosh" sound, moving to the mouth like a cloud and taking a bite, being so hot that he squeezed his nose and eyes, "hiss" and "hiss" and kept hazing, so that his eyes were still hot, and he chewed again and again with the burning pain, and swallowed it probably before he chewed it, and did not forget to praise:

"Delicious, delicious!"

Whenever he saw Hongxiang's portrait of a foodie who couldn't get on the big table, Xiao Cong couldn't help but want to laugh, but now in this scene, he wanted to laugh but felt that he couldn't laugh, a haze was always in his heart, and he felt a little confused, like walking in a thick fog before he woke up, and he couldn't tell the north and the south at a loss, and he didn't know where to go.

The dry wooden pillars are real, the tables, chairs, tea sets are real, the buns taste real, only the people are fake.

Xiao Cong quietly thought while eating steamed buns, what is going on with all this, even if people are fake, then are these dead things real? But what is the purpose of arranging all this!

The sky outside the door was cloudy, and the middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man who was also dressed in coarse linen clothes and looked simple walked out from behind the cloth curtain with her front heels, compared to the middle-aged woman with capable movements, the middle-aged man looked much more stable, she followed the middle-aged woman and walked out, turned her head and smiled at Xiao Cong and the two.

Xiao Cong smiled back, he guessed that this middle-aged man should be the husband of a middle-aged woman, and he also guessed that this should be a good man who is soft on the outside and stupid on the inside.

The middle-aged couple walked to the door, teamed up to lift a large table to the door, and then returned to the inner room, moving in broken steps to lift a steamer tower nearly six stories high to the big table that had just been lifted out of the door.

Everything seemed so real, so real that it seemed like something had ever happened.

The streets began to become bustling, noisy and busy, and seemed to fill every corner of the ancient city, and the middle-aged couple stood at the big table outside the door, enthusiastically helping the guests wrap different amounts of buns with pieces of paper, but the guests here were not like the guests outside, they did not pay, nor did they leave anything, so they turned around and left with the buns.

Xiao Cong looked puzzled, but his face was still unshocked, because he knew that there must be many strange things here

What's more, the weirdness in front of the snack shop is a problem at best.

So, he didn't leave anything, got up happily, walked to the door and nodded at the middle-aged couple to thank him, and then left in a big opposite way, and the voice of the middle-aged woman came from behind him-Childe walks slowly.

No one is weird about this, except Hongxiang.

The sun is shining and the wind is blowing.

Walking on the bustling street, Hongxiang grabbed the corner of Xiao Cong's clothes, close to Xiao Cong, looking all the way, as if he was afraid of losing himself, Xiao Cong's eyes were peaceful, so he walked aimlessly along the street, he found that there was no barter here, everything was taken and left, there was always a tacit understanding and a moderate scale between the trade-offs, he knew that this phenomenon had also been recorded in ancient books, the author called it Datong, before that, this has been an absurd thing in his mind——Human nature is uneven and complex, and if you want to be the master of the world, it is simply a fantasy and a fool's dream!

He couldn't help but smile coldly, thinking that the end of the story would definitely not end well.

Xiao Cong kept thinking about it as he walked, and felt that this was actually a very strange place, and the similarity it showed was slightly different from what he saw in the book.

The book says: The journey of the avenue is also, and the world is for the public. The selection of talents and abilities, the belief and harmony, so that the old have the end, the strong have usefulness, the young have growth, the widows, the lonely and the sick are all supported, the men have a share, and the women have a home. If you are evil and abandon it to the ground, you don't have to hide it from yourself, and if you are evil about it, you don't have to do it for yourself. It is because of the conspiracy to close but not to prosper, to steal and thieves not to do, so to do not close the outside household, it is said to be the same.

But here is the Qinglou Casino, there are all kinds of casinos, and the source of customers is endless! But the most crowded one is a scripture hall.

Xiao Cong took Hongxiang to follow a line of orderly procession to the scripture hall, these people standing in the line were surprisingly quiet, at first glance they looked like a walking corpse with a soul drained, but when they looked closely, they found that the condensation in their eyes was not a nightmare, but a kind of calm from the depths of their hearts.

The team moved very quickly, and soon Xiao Cong had already taken Hongxiang into the hall, looking around carefully, the arrangement in the hall was very simple, except for the light smoke of the incense burner, the quietly burning ever-bright candle, the ordinary and common green plants and the pu felt placed in the circle, there was nothing else. In the center of the felt sat an old man dressed in a light-colored robe, with white hair hanging down to the ground, silver hair and long beard, and he could not find his mouth and eyes on that wrinkled face, but he always felt that he had been smiling kindly, and there was a strange magic in this kind smile, which slowly rippled through everyone who walked into the scripture hall like ripples, and washed away all the tiredness, resentment, and other bad things on their bodies.

Xiao Cong and Hongxiang lined up and knelt down on the felt in order, clasped their hands together and closed their eyes like everyone else, their faces were respectful and pious, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he was infected by the other people around him, or moved by the old man's kind smile, in short, the heart

There is a real awe that arises spontaneously, and although this awe is not irresistible, as a half-cultivator, he has always been natural about what comes from his heart.

Soon, he felt that his spirit began to become a little trance, and an inexplicable connection wanted to collude his spirit with something here, but he still did not resist, but obeyed, just like a small boat on the vast sea at night, which had been lost for a long time, finally saw the lighthouse in the distance in the thick fog, so it puffed up its sails and walked carefully.

He knew that it was only the introduction, and that after the introduction, the baptism began.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Magic Book for Respect" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~