"Old man, what are you pretending to be a ghost?"

Unfortunately, not everyone knows the mirage, and some people still point to the boss's nose and shout that they have been deceived.

"A little skill, for you to have fun, not to talk about pretending to be a ghost."

The boss was not angry, but bowed his back and apologized, and the friendly attitude set off the ugly face of the accusator.

In the face of this good-tempered little old man, some people laughed unconcernedly.

Lu Yun saw that after the mirage appeared, some people quickly left and hurried back to report the news.

The follow-up performance continued, and the little old man stood on the side of the high platform, directing the entire juggling team.

"He's looking at me, no, he's looking at us."

Fu Xiu's words are firm.

They did not leave, and sat in the spectator seat, and the little old man's gaze was also above board.

He wanted them to know he was watching them.

"Hmm."

When Lu Yun's gaze met the other party, Lu Yun affirmed Fu Xiu's guess, but she thought more.

The wind blows the water, the waves are suddenly born, and the wind and clouds will rise between the water and clouds.

Time was murmuring, and when the juggling came to an end, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Fu Xiu followed behind Lu Yun.

It's also strange to say, although this is the second time the two have met, Fu Xiu always feels that he and the other party have endless words.

"Lu Yun, you live in Chang'an Inn, right, I'll move over too."

The title was changed, Fu Xiu was very enthusiastic, and he didn't care whether Lu Yun agreed or not.

"I'll go back and pack my things first, you wait for me."

The words fell and the man left.

Lu Yun, who was carrying a heavy sword, looked at the other party's fiery back and raised his eyebrows, the other party was quite clever.

When Lu Yun returned to the inn, it was not surprising that the guests teased her again.

With a light smile, Lu Yun sat cross-legged in the room and put Wu Zhuo on his legs.

Since leaving the Tibetan Sword Sect, she has also encountered some problems on the road, and she has used this non-clumsy.

Although she can't use any sword moves with Wu Clumsy, she understands the principle of reducing ten meetings with one force, and a wide open and closed slash is enough to deal with some young people.

But this kind of method, against the monks with a little background, she will fall into disadvantage.

When she was forced to do so, she didn't want to use Han Jiangxue and the tail needle.

Fingers brushed over the thick sword body, feeling the heavy weight, Lu Yun's mind was immersed in the knife mark left by Black Mountain for her.

The knife marks were engraved in the soul, and after half a month of wear, they only touched a little.

This little bit of knife Yun, under the traction of Lu Yun, turned it into his own use.

The shocking Huangquan knife that day has now become the talk of the cultivation world.

It is said that on that day, Montenegro and Bodhi Zi fought upside down, and the two powers faced each other, and the aftermath of any move was unstoppable.

The black market was demolished.

No one sighed, after all, the black market rose from Montenegro, and now that the ancient city has disappeared, there is no need for the black market to exist.

The final result of that battle ended with Montenegro seriously injuring Nabodhi with a single sword.

Interestingly, Montenegro did not chase after the victory at that time, but quickly fled with the little Montenegro, so some people speculated that Montenegro should also be seriously injured.

However, because of the turmoil caused by this war, the truth about the fall of the Montenegrin clan is known.

The Bodhi Cave side said some prevarication and tried to clear their name.

Believe it or not, everyone has a scale in their hearts.

On the contrary, those who have participated in it have to be fearful, Montenegro's revenge heart has long become a sky-high flame, who knows when he will come to the door.

The string of sandalwood beads on Lu Yun's left wrist exuded a serene fragrance, soothing Lu Yun's complicated and disturbed thoughts.

The mind returned to calm, and Lu Yun stayed in the room for five days.

On July 10, the news of Mrs. Chunfeng's return had already spread, and many people were waiting at the city gate.

Lu Yun stood on the roof of the inn, looking at the guard of honor not far away, a little stunned.

The large sedan chair carried by sixteen people is stable and does not fluctuate.

The octagonal top drooped like a cloud of silk, and the golden silk was dazzling in the sun.

The beaded curtain shook it.

Lu Yun understood that those pearls were enough to become the materials for refining the high-grade elixir, and here they were just vulgar things that covered the face of Mrs. Chunfeng.

There was a wind, and the bead curtain was rolled, revealing half of the woman's face inside.

The skin is like a bright moon, the lips are smeared with gorgeous lipstick, and the delicate red is slightly hooked, which is the unfinished fragrance of April in the world.

The narrow phoenix eyes flashed by, Lu Yun didn't see the lady's expression clearly, and the curtain had already fallen.

However, the flush at the corners of the other party's eyes is even more beautiful in the haze of holding the pipa and half-covering his face.

Charming and beautiful, the appearance is peerless.

This is Lu Yun's first acquaintance with Mrs. Chunfeng.

Behind the sedan chair, followed by a bunch of beautiful maidservants, all of whom were also beautiful and moving.

Since the appearance of this guard of honor at the city gate, it has attracted the attention of countless people, and the people who came out of the streets and alleys cheered and rejoiced.

They were rejoicing in the return of Mrs. Chunfeng.

Lu Yun looked at this scene, and then thought about the bleak appearance of his own mountain, and sighed a little that his master was not worthy of such a beauty.

Could it be that it is the unrequited love of his own master......

"Tsk, you're finally reluctant?"

A familiar voice appeared, and it was Fu Xiu who came over.

He stood beside Lu Yun and watched Mrs. Chunfeng's guard of honor walk through the long street, leading the crowd to move.

The exclamations were endless.

"This is indeed a natural beauty."

Fu Xiu smashed his mouth and looked at Lu Yun again.

"You've been in retreat for the past few days, and you probably didn't know that a big event had happened in the water and clouds."

This topic made Lu Yun interested, and she looked at Fu Xiu with a look of deafness.

"Hey, hey."

Fu Xiu smiled smugly, blinking and refusing to continue.

He wanted to sell Guanzi, but he pouted in defeat in Lu Yun's quiet expression.

"Remember the juggling troupe we met earlier."

"The mirage was stolen on the same day, and in order to find the mirage, the troupe made a big fuss among the water and clouds, and there has been no movement so far."

"Today, they are going to go to Mrs. Chunfeng for help."

The existence of the mirage is enough to attract people's covetousness, and whoever gets the young mirage and raises it well, after the other party arrives in Jindan, it is a very powerful helper.

It's normal for someone to take a risk.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the excitement."

Fu Xiu thought about it, so he grabbed Lu Yun's sleeve and wanted to take the person to Yun Xianglou, but he didn't move.

It's not that Lu Yun is making the effort.

Fu Xiu looked at the clumsy heavy sword behind Lu Yun that was inseparable from each other, and the expression on his face was very entangled.

This sword...... How to look at it does not match Lu Yun's thin appearance, but the other party swaggered through the market with this sword on his back.

In the past few days, the matter of the mirage has become a new topic of conversation, and the people who watched the excitement in the Chang'an Inn dispersed.

"Let's go."

Lu Yun took the initiative to take a step.

Her pace was still very slow, and the spiritual power in her body was cultivated little by little according to the mental method of the sword technique.

Yun Jian Jue does not enhance spiritual power, but only tempers the spiritual power it has into flesh and blood little by little, so that the body can resist the weight of infallibility.

(End of chapter)