The morning sun is rising, and the clear light spreads on the long streets of the town, and the early spring sun gradually dispels the chill left behind in the middle of the night.

A woman carrying a bucket to a well to draw water, a vendor pulling a cart out of the street, and a pheasant reading a book outside the door. The townspeople have taken to the streets in twos and threes, adding a bit of warmth to the otherwise cold morning.

At the intersection of the arch bridge and the long street in the town, there is a pastry stall, a 20-year-old signboard. Many townspeople come here in the morning to eat a bowl of porridge with a few steamed buns and a plate of pickles. Eat and drink enough and start the day again.

The owners of the pastry stall are a couple in their forties. The man is strong, and the woman is plump. The boss stood behind the desk, kneading the dough diligently, and then filling the rolled dough with meat filling, and with his rough hands, he deftly kneaded the dough into a beautiful round fold, and then put it into the cage drawer one by one. The man's eyes were all on the face of his hand, and the people outside the table came and went, shouting and shouting all of them did not enter his eyes, as if the guy in his hand was everything to him.

The proprietress running between the wooden tables was a delicate woman, and she would come up to each guest who sat down and nagged a few words. Most of the guests who came here had already been very familiar with the woman, and they basically smiled and exchanged a few words, but they invariably turned a blind eye to the boss who was more focused on kneading dough than reading sage books.

"This son, looking at your face, is a foreigner. But it's your first time in our Creek Town?"

The woman brought the porridge and buns ordered by the young man to the table, looked at the young man who was poorly dressed, but was handsome and had an outstanding temperament, and asked with a smile.

The young man in Mai, who was sitting at the table, took a sip of porridge and looked up at the woman standing at the table, with a smile on his face.

"The eldest sister has good eyesight, and it is indeed the first time she has come to Guibaodi. After a night of mountain travel, I was already exhausted when I walked to the town, and I happened to see the shop of my eldest sister's house on the bridge, so I thought about coming over to fill my stomach. ”

The woman seemed to be pleased with the young man's call of her eldest sister, and covered her mouth and snickered. Glancing at the young man in a charming manner, he turned around and took another plate of pickles.

"Childe is really sweet-mouthed, how can I, an old pearl old woman, be your eldest sister, and call your aunt almost the same. As soon as I heard Childe's words, I knew that he was a learned scholar. My stall is more than 20 years old, in this Xijian Town is also famous, Childe tasted my secret pickles, and then ate a bite of white porridge, absolutely let Childe never forget in the future. If the son is not in a hurry, just rest in our town, and come to the eldest sister to eat porridge tomorrow morning, and the eldest sister will send you more buns. ”

Smiling at the woman with a bright spring face, the young man in Mai drank porridge while looking at the man kneading the bread filling behind the shop. And the man, who had always been engrossed in the desk, stopped his hand for the first time and glanced sideways at the young man. It seems that this handsome offspring who made his wife smile also caught his attention.

But after just a glance, the man turned back again and concentrated on the dough in his hand.

The young man didn't seem to notice the man's gaze, drank the porridge in his hand, and put the bowl down. Reaching out and taking out a few copper coins from his bosom and placing them on the table, he got up and left.

Leaving the pastry shop, Zhuo Yuming walked leisurely along the long street of the town. I passed by a tailor shop that opened early, went in and walked around twice, and bought two shirts with decent fabrics. The money spent was naturally left to him by Lin Laohan before parting.

The jade pen that Lin Laohan put on the table before he left was an immortal artifact, and it was the storage artifact. After Zhuo Yuming got the jade pen, he opened the ban with a spell, and there were some secular money left by Lin Laohan and a few spiritual stones used by people in the cultivators. Although the amount is not much, it is enough for him to spend a short period of time, at least not to worry about something outside his body.

Xijian Town is not big, but after a while, Zhuo Yuming walked from the stone bridge in the east to the end of the long street. To the west of the town were three wells. The water from the well is so clear and sweet that hundreds of residents in the town have been drawing water from the well.

To the south of the three wells, there is a tall and tall pine. Under the dense pine branches, a man in his forties stood. The man is not tall, but he is strong and stout, and there is no expression on his face with a Chinese character. The man stood under the tree, his eyes staring at Zhuo Yuming who was looking at the well.

"Where is Childe from, and why did you come to this Xijian Town?" Seeing Zhuo Yuming turn around and look at him, the man took the initiative to ask.

"I came from the east, but I passed through the precious land. I don't plan to stay here, I will continue to hurry after buying a few things, so I don't have to worry about it. ”

As early as when Zhuo Yuming sat down at the pastry stall, he had already noticed the cultivation of this man who kneaded dough. However, looking at his strong body and thick bones, he should still be a martial artist with dual cultivation of martial arts, and his martial arts attainments are only afraid that he is even higher than Qi refining and cultivation.

The man heard the answer and nodded.

"This town has always been unwelcoming to outsiders, especially cultivators. If Childe is just passing by, please leave as soon as possible. In the north of the town, there is a blind fortune teller, who is also a cultivator, if the son wants to inquire about some news, he can go to him. But I hope that Childe will not show his cultivation in the town, if he relies on cultivation to bully the people, then Childe may not be able to get out of this town. ”

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left, without making any stops, leaving only Zhuo Yuming, who was dazed, standing in place.

Zhuo Yuming got the man's "reminder", and he couldn't cry or laugh. Since there are also people in the same way in the town, then ask for directions by the way, after all, the ethereal spirit world at this time and the ethereal spirit world after 30,000 years are only afraid that there will be many differences in the division of the realm. However, this man who has a view of the realm speaks in a really hard tone, and he has a Jindan cultivation at the moment, if he is really annoyed, he is estimated to be a martial artist who can't touch the King Kong realm, I'm afraid he won't be able to please him. It seems that the man's words that keep him out of the town probably rely on the blind fortune teller he mentioned.

Shaking his head, Zhuo Yuming walked towards the north that the man was pointing to. With his Yuan Infant Realm's divine sense, he hadn't even noticed the aura of any cultivator in this small town within a radius of ten miles before, and this so-called blind man must be a senior with a high realm. Seeing that this town is quiet and peaceful, it must also be a secluded person from the world, perhaps a game world, red dust refining the heart. I don't have any malice anyway, and I won't make it difficult for the other party. As long as you don't be as impersonal as the martial artist who sells steamed buns.

Directly north of the town is a vegetable market, where a group of old vegetable farmers and pig butchers gather.

Five hundred steps to the west of the vegetable market, an old man in an old zodiac robe was squatting on a green brick. The scrawny old man closed his eyes, which had long been blinded, and folded his hands on his sleeves. A handful of almost bald dust was stuck diagonally in his back, and a tattered wooden board was propped up in front of him. The wooden board was covered with a layer of coarse cloth that was stained and the original color could not be seen, and the cloth was painted with a side of gossip, and around it were a bunch of crooked ghost drawings. There was also a long bamboo pole leaning against the wall on the old man's side, and a white flag cloth was tied to the bamboo pole.

There are four ancient seal characters in the book, and he knows yin and yang.