A round moon hung high in the middle of the canopy, silently swaying the bright moonlight, and on the secluded path, there were few pedestrians, only three young people walked unhurriedly on the road, and the faint sound of the big watch in the distance echoed faintly.

Feeling the "desolation" on the street, Jiang Sinan sighed absently, estimating that the three of them were still a very short distance from that destination.

Sighing, he glanced at the peer beside him who was "recovering from a serious illness" without a trace, and secretly scolded "big garlic" in his heart.

Damn, seeing that he is still a person, when he says that going to the Qinglou is more positive than the reincarnation of a starving ghost!

Then he looked at Jia Xianren on the other side, who was drowsy because he was pulled out in the middle of the night, and his face fell slightly, and he felt a kind of sorrow that he walked so slowly, and it was dawn when he walked.

Xun Ming, who had been keeping a wisp of his mind on Jiang Sinan, naturally saw the almost undisguised egg pain on Jiang Sinan's face, he thought about it, and felt that it was indeed a little inappropriate to go to the Qinglou in the morning, so he twisted his wrist and pulled out a golden talisman of ordinary material.

After seeing the talisman seal, Jiang Sinan frowned, and looked at Xun Ming with some surprise and surprise.

Huo, there are really a lot of good things on this kid.

It is said that it is "somewhat" accidental, because in the previous mansion, Jiang Sinan has already found some traces left by the use of talisman seals, and these traces are not necessarily the residue of rune paper, but some strange signs of spiritual power flow in the space can be shown one or two.

Not to mention that under that sword "Moon Full Qingjue", there is still a residual "mark" left by Xun Ming's previous hand.

It's not that Jiang Sinan doesn't have a rune seal as a young sect master, in fact, it's just the opposite, the rune seal in his square inch ring is actually not a few, it's just a foreign object like a rune seal, for a monk who doesn't have much research in the rune seal, it's just a thing outside the body, and when it really goes to a high place, it's probably easy to backfire in battle, so most of the monks just have some auxiliary battles around them, or treasure one or two talismans with amazing killing power to use as a hole card backhand.

And Xun Ming belongs to the list of monks who have already walked out of a short section on the way to Fu Seal, but he naturally knows the truth of being greedy and chewing too much, so he just regards Fu Seal as an interest on the road of cultivation, and at the same time takes a little bit of one or two in daily life and combat to facilitate himself.

At this time, this is the case, a simple "Swift Talisman" can be easily drawn by a rune formation master who has just started, but at this time, it is just in handy.

To say that Jiang Sinan doesn't have a better talisman in his hand? Then he could casually take out a higher-level "Divine Talisman" and smash it in the face of the person who said so, and then he had to add another sentence in anger, "Master, do you want to take a look at it again?" ”。

It's just that that kind of talisman is obviously not something that a weak scholar like Jia Xianren can use, so he has his surprise look.

This also somewhat alludes to the old saying: "There is no waste, only the unsuitable." ”

However, before Jiang Sinan's eyebrows were raised for long, just as Xun Ming flicked his wrist and pasted the "speed talisman" that had been "opened" by him on the scholar's calf, and was about to explain two precautions to him, the sound of fists and feet colliding gradually became clear in the night wind that gradually stopped.

As a mortal, Jia Xianren naturally couldn't hear such a subtle sound, so he looked at his two benefactors in a daze, and glanced at each other as if they were very tacit, and then felt that there was an extra hand on his shoulder, and then in a flash, he was shocked to realize that he had come to a wall in a strong sense of dizziness, which made him slightly lower his body while being surprised, for fear that he would accidentally fall off the wall.

The high courtyard wall blocked the moonlight, and a narrow alley of guillotine was enclosed with shadows, and the sound of fists and feet in the alley was undulating, and a young man who looked like a man held his head in his hands, and his body was bent like a shrimp on a hot pot, rolling in a group of five or six men with fierce expressions.

"Fuck the dog, let you pay some money and be stubborn, right?"

"Lao Tzu, do you think you have a hard mouth or a hard bone?"

A group of big men were merciless at the same time, and they kept scolding on their mouths, seeing that the young man who surrounded the ground had stopped rolling on the ground, and Jia Xianren, who was still shaking his legs on the wall just now, was suddenly anxious, and he wanted to open his mouth to stop regardless of the ground.

Hold him back!

But as soon as he wanted to speak, he covered his mouth casually to Jiang Sinan, who seemed to be flat and watching a lively scene, and he subconsciously looked away from his eyes and looked at the engong next to him who didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

This man is about to be killed!

Then he just looked at Jiang Sinan and rolled his eyes, and then pointed in the direction of the alley.

There was a hand-pushed wonton cart there, blocking the alley entrance tightly, and at a glance, I knew that the group of ruthless men were not new birds, and the wonton cart should be the young man bent on the ground to eat and make a living.

At this time, a white-clothed figure crossed the cart blocking the door and appeared at the mouth of the alley.

A fear that seemed to come from the depths of instinct flashed away, and the big men who kept walking around the young man suddenly felt their hearts tighten, and then turned around and looked at the entrance of the alley, just in time to see the young man dressed as a scholar in white took out an ordinary folding fan from his waist, opened it on his side with a "snap", and then seemed to suddenly remember something, just after a slight shake, he put it away in front of him and held it in his hand.

The big man at the head frowned slightly, slightly bent along with the striking scar that ran through half of his forehead.

In the big night, where did the scholars die? Didn't Lao Tzu block the entrance of the alley?

However, the scholar's next move was a little surprising to the "Brother Scar" who enjoyed a fierce reputation in a few nearby alleys, and saw that he had no meaning of nonsense, and after standing still not far from them, he made a very sour gesture in the eyes of the big man, and said:

"A few eldest brothers, they are kind and wealthy, and the younger brother has ten taels of silver here, and he is willing to give it as the wine money for the eldest brothers, can you spare the brother on the ground today?"

As he spoke, the scholar took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and handed it forward.

looked at the silver ingot in the scholar's hand, and then looked at the man led by the scholar, and felt an indescribable strange feeling for a while, both strange how could such a bold scholar dare to come to this alley to meddle in the big night, and it was also strange how this nosy scholar could do things neatly.

It's different from what the storytellers on the street say!

And he always had the illusion that the scholar seemed to be in a hurry.

But strange is strange, this did not delay the eyes of several big men staring directly at the silver ingot.

The "ground rent" of the monthly collection is not sure that there is such a little baby, and it has to be five or six people!

A weak scholar who can take out ten taels of silver at will, isn't that just like a money bag that can walk?

Although the big man at the head was more attentive than the rough men under him, he quickly put that worry behind after looking at the white silver a few more times.

Damn, even if it's a ghost, I have to leave the silver to Lao Tzu today!