The twenty-third day of the lunar month, the year of the year.

On this day, the people of Los Angeles seem to be quite busy, even like this, the heavy city has also begun to be lit up, and the streets have begun to be lively at some point, and the people are full of people, so happy.

At the same time, on North Street in Los Angeles, a group of twelve officials from the City Lord's Mansion stopped in front of a hoe sect's mansion and guarded in front of the door.

The green-robed young man in the middle of the room grinded and drank the decoction, ignoring the existence of the group of soldiers outside the door.

On the eve of the seventh day, Ma Beifeng went to the Meteorite Pavilion with a strong outfit, and two days later Luo Yan went down to the south of the Yangtze River, and since then he has maintained such a routine, today is the day when the medicinal materials are exhausted, he wants to go back to the Luo family, and the official at this gate is invited by the hoe sect to escort him all the way safe.

Xuan Chan's body is too big, and the energy is not small, no matter what the attitude of the hoe sect is towards him, it can't afford the possibility of this green robe having an accident at the door of his own house, and the government servant has his back to the city lord's mansion, and someone who wants to make trouble always has to weigh it, which can save a lot of trouble.

Of course, this is just a superficial statement, if you speculate inside, such as the hoe sect does not want to have too much to do with it, wants to be tempted, wants to sit on the wall and watch, etc., it is not impossible, but under the fence, it is not easy to make such speculation as a guest, which is against morality.

The young man was dressed and looking at the sky, counting the time with his fingers.

He was going to recuperate in Luo's house for a month, and now, there were seven days left.

Seven days later, the 15th year of Wanli was over.

The young man was slightly solemn, poured the hot milk sent by the hoe sect into the wine jug, and went out on his waist.

Originally, he really thought it was drinking when he saw Chen Xuan and them drinking, but then the young man in the long coat poured him a sip without saying anything, and then he realized that the wine jug was filled with milk.

Seven years ago, they were four or five or six years old, and they wanted to change the wine but were secretly replaced by the white-robed medical officer with milk, and then their habits could not be changed, except for a few moments when the wine would be drunk, the rest of the time the wine pot was the milk that was weighed, and they as a patient who was often treated by Xuanyuan, this habit also stayed in the hoe sect, Xuan Chan approached them, and the hoe sect did not change it to wine, and the green-robed young man did not express any objection to this, so the hoe did not change the drink, which also made the drink look at the pairing"Green plum boiled wine" or "honey milk" has become a sign of intimacy with Luojia Tianjiao, and every midnight, disciples come to the door and start to boil slowly, and gradually this has become a temporary trend in Los Angeles.

Therefore, there is a saying in the Los Angeles Tavern, the disciples of Liuyun Pavilion say that when they say wine, they must observe their words and looks, maybe people want milk, if they give it wrong, they will say irritably, children are not allowed to drink, and after a while, the restaurant is noisy, only the fragrance of honey is ethereal.

Recalling the appearance of the young man in Liuyun when he told the story, the green-robed young man smiled lightly, holding the roast chicken in one hand and chewing it carefully, the elegant milk fragrance wafting from his waist, and the officials on both sides were pale, feeling the peristalsis of the stomach.

What a peerless Tianjiao.

Roast chicken and drink milk, so raw and presumptuous!

You have to try it when you get home!

The group endured the temptation of the food, looked at the green-robed young man escorted by the two lines of officials, lifted his breath and pressed down the palm of his saber, and just stared at him. But Xuan Chan's level of face is comparable to Chen Xuan, and when he gets used to it, he will naturally be indifferent, and the only thing he can do is to let these officials get used to him quickly, so as not to be affected elsewhere in the future, and make a fuss and be ridiculed for not being knowledgeable.

Xuan Chan muttered with emotion in his heart, the demeanor in his hands became more and more natural, and sometimes there was a little deliberate component, and the tone words were elongated, and he didn't know what he wanted to express.

All the way from the north to the south, the young man ate his mouth full of oil, had to go to the stream to wash his hands, bought a towel to wipe his face, the officials squatted in the distance, watching the noble son in front of him buy and sell around, the smile was particularly dazzling under the blue sky and white sun.

Good life is presumptuous.

It's like disappearing without a trace, without a little realization!

The twelve people bit the chicken leg in their hands, drank the fresh milk in their hands, and smiled comfortably and shyly.

Hey, hey, delicious!

The officials were eating by the pond, and the green-robed young man looked at the attic in the distance, with a big red robe on his body, only missing the sentence "worship heaven and earth".

It's a pity that you have to spend money to go to the ceremony and eat the banquet.

Is my Tiannan Village a little taste the kind of person who gives money when he tastes it!

What's more, if you don't taste it, you will give money!

The green-robed young man turned his head arrogantly, standing on the dead wood, looking at the buildings around him, not knowing what he was waiting for.

He doesn't have the ability to perceive Tianjiao as keenly as a young man in a long coat, but with his nature, he can still perceive one or two with or without Tianjiao.

He had already noticed it when the wind had risen, but it was a strange feeling, and he didn't know who it was for a while, but the burning sensation in his blood let him know that he would definitely like that person.

Thinking of the green-robed young man's smirk, there was a youthful spring breeze under the willow tree.

I don't know if I heard the laughter, or felt the spring breeze, not far away a green cow slowed down its hooves, and the young man in the Taoist robe on it swept back and forth between the horns of the green ox with willow branches, shaking his head and shaking his head, relaxed and freehand.

Interesting, interesting!

The young man's body was light, lying on the green ox and falling asleep, the green cow under the mountain was slow, a string of cement prints walked away, and there was a line of officials behind him sweeping the traces, looking depressed.

Los Angeles is an important city in Beichen, and it has the function of receiving talented children, but other places are at most geniuses, but most of the people in Los Angeles are Tianjiao and peerless.

As for the reason for the formation of such a pattern, it is the white-robed medical officer of the Naluo family, who is peerless.

Since ancient times, the place of joy of Tianjiao has not come out of the Meteorite Pavilion and Changjinglou, and their common feature is tolerance and openness, not to mention the Meteorite Pavilion, it is almost a necessary place for traders in the north, and Changjinglou is the same, the four seas trade and the sky is happy, in addition, the two are also one of the forty-seven major forces in the Southern Regions, there is a Tianjiao foundation, there is a master protection, and it is not surprising that Tianjiao gathers together.

And Los Angeles can be said to be able to stand with these two big forces, thanks to the affinity of the white-robed medical officer. Most of Tianjiao is crazy, sometimes depressed, sometimes cold in the well, sometimes polite, sometimes dispensing wine, and only when he comes to Luo's house to find Xuanyuan, can he get some peace in his heart.

In the past seven years, Los Angeles Tianjiao has often existed, but the city lord's mansion has no ability to entertain Tianjiao, but he can't help but express it, and he is very distressed.

But since they came into contact with him, these officials finally knew the reason why the seniors were so afraid of receiving Tianjiao's mission, not to mention the green-robed young man, this black and white Taoist riding a green ox was simply mad, drugged in milk? fainted?

Brutes!

Holding a mop, a group of twelve people were tired and lying on the ground, the winter wind was blowing, and the young man in the distance came back to his senses, took out a brown and black scarf and tied it, and was walking away in clothes.

This is the first time that Xuan Chan has come into contact with the city lord's mansion in Los Angeles, and the code of conduct of the city lord's mansion is the same as that of the city of Los Angeles.

Stepping on the bluestone slab, the young man looked around, and responded to Chen Xuan's sentence, this is Los Angeles!

Although Xuan Chan had never been to other city-states, he agreed with this praise very much.

Not to mention anything else, the city lord's mansion in Los Angeles is completely different from other places, and the officials who escorted him have an indescribable gangsterism, not like the official family's etiquette, and the action is more of a restrained and brutal manner, just like the words and deeds of the strong men behind him now, although they were tasked with protecting his safety, their attitude towards him was more like a shepherd herding cattle and sheep, casual and indulgent, and it looked more like a group of people taking him to visit the style of Los Angeles Xiaonian, rather than routine protection.

But this is also to blame them, they have protected a lot of people, but it is the first time to receive Tianjiao, and the predecessors have no experience to summarize, they really don't know how to protect, they can only improvise;

Thinking of this, the servants rubbed their stomachs when they were full of food and drink, and looked at the young man who was gradually moving away under the willow tree, but they were a little depressed, and they couldn't make up their minds.

Hopefully, this trip is safe.

In fact, as long as no one covets the status quo of this green-robed young man, then this escort is the easiest thing, but if the poisonous snake rises, then they will not be enough to die. The importance of Xuan Chan makes the City Lord's Mansion and the Hoe Sect very necessary, his identity is jealous, but there are many people who want to take care of it.

One is that he wants to make trouble for Beichen. Now this green-robed young man is watching in all directions, if he dies in Beichen, it will be difficult to ensure that there will be no wind and waves, and half of Los Angeles is actually a prison, and it is not impossible to cause trouble through Xuan Chan.

The second is to take away. Although the matter of Tiannan Village has not yet spread, but Los Angeles is mixed, it is not impossible for people with a heart to want to know, and there are means to get anything from this broken jar in a green robe, after all, the reason why Tianjiao is Tianjiao is not reflected in the realm at all, as long as they survive the curse, its value is equivalent to an emperor, and even overflowing, and the opportunity to obtain Tianjiao is an irresistible temptation, whether it is to break its own shackles or get the protection of the law, it is equivalent to creation, and the thousands of possibilities will make people with hearts come like moths to fire！

The third is to coerce. Xuan Chan has placed a number of gambling games on his body, and he holds this in the palm of his hand, whether it is left and right or desperate, it is useful.

Helplessly shook his head, the twelve servants scattered and continued to follow, the center of the young man in the green robe flashy, temperament out of the dust, gestures with their own courage, looking at it is not ordinary, the street vendors smiled, said "congratulations" in their mouths, beaming.

The green-robed boy smiled lightly, looking not as immature and innocent as a child, not as good as a teenager in his prime.

It's just the right amount of greenness, and it's still playful.

The teenager marched and laughed, with three thousand hills and ravines in his chest, exuding madness, quite the style of Penglai, one of the children of Penglai, one of the "Nine Pavilions".

Ronin drunk, looking at the nine heavens and blue moon, where is the world?

Hahaha! Hurry, drunkenness!

The boy grabbed the roast chicken in his hands, drank milk, and was slightly drunk.

All the way, the young man walked westward, and there was an old cow behind him.

He followed.

His name is Xiao Xing, and he is from Penglai Pavilion.

His word is called Butterfly.

He likes it when people laugh when they hear his trumpet.

He doesn't like to drink, he just likes to drug milk.

When he saw this green robe, he was as happy as seeing a confidant, and he couldn't wait to hug his milk and drink it.

It's a pity that there is a drug in the milk.

The young man's soul was drunk on the back of the ox, leisurely, like an old horse to the west.

At this time, a scholar in an ink robe in the west of Los Angeles relied on the old horse and looked around blankly, not knowing who he was looking for, holding a letter on the brown paper in his hand, his expression was a little anxious, as if he was afraid of the failure of the trip, but the fear of the unfamiliar environment made him stand still and dare not move.

The name of the western part of Los Angeles is so big, the scholar knows best, what cult novels, ghosts and monsters depict this place as purgatory, pursuing the law of the jungle and primitive sacrifices, and it is so cruel that it is a mess, he is a scholar, he understands the horror best, but even if he likes to read this kind of book, he does not want to become the protagonist of someone else's pen, it is torture!

The ink-robed boy grabbed his hair, looked at the disorderly houses around him, and stretched out his hand to lead the horse's tail around, hoping that the beggar would appear soon and save himself from fire and water.

The boy prayed and bowed, and no prayer was more devout than this one, and if there was a futon in front of him for kneeling, it would be a full believer.

Glancing at the young man beside him, the old horse flicked his tail with a disgusted expression.

Take your dirty hands away, your tail will get dirty!

The white horse snorted, and the young man on his side probably didn't realize his reliance, the marriage order was swaying, and he was not afraid of others snatching it, maybe he was a little afraid of the little girl in red in Changjinglou, every time he mentioned his words and deeds, he only dared to use the name "grandmother", and he was very skilled in begging for mercy, and he didn't know how he had such a high achievement in Modao.

The old horse ruminates the tender grass and enjoys it.

You kid pray slowly, I'll eat first.

The horse's head squinted slightly, making a fluttering appearance, and the young man on his side seemed to be tired, leaning on the horse's body and falling asleep, the corners of his mouth salivating, looking like a good dream. The white horse swallowed the blades of grass, opened his eyes in the darkness, lazily sighed, and fell asleep, and after a while he slowly took matters into his senses, and turned his gaze to the old beggar under the flagpole.

The old horse's drowsiness slowly dissipated, frowning solemnly, staring at the desolate prison clothes.

The most famous in the west of Los Angeles is the wandering maniac, but the most capable is the old beggar in front of him.

I don't know, it is said that he has been to the world and the earth, even if he is now down, he is also a rare immortal on the ground.

Ignoring the young man who was sleeping soundly on his own, the old horse took a few steps forward, kicked the young man up to the roof with a kick on his hind legs, and the letter fell on the horse's tail, and the old horse walked forward slowly, chewing the tender grass in his mouth, chewing and tasting it repeatedly, and after a while, he trembled, stopped his steps, and no longer paid attention to the old beggar opposite, lowered his head and was secretly cool, and was self-absorbed in the alleyway.

Looking at the old horse's unsuspecting appearance, the old beggar in tattered clothes couldn't stand it anymore, walked forward angrily, stretched out his hand to straighten out his dirty braids, as if sensing the danger coming, the white thin horse slowly came back to his senses, his face was tired and world-weary, and he casually regurgitated the tender grass, and stared at the old beggar with big eyes.

The two stood in the shadows, the old horse was clean and smelly, the old beggar was sloppy but had no peculiar smell, and the grass stalks in the corners of his mouth glanced at the old horse in front of him disdainfully, "What are you looking at?" I haven't been beaten before! Do you know the rules!"

"Look at you. I haven't been beaten! I don't know the rules!" the old horse spoke, and the tender grass fell to the ground and flew in the air, and the shouting was full of anger and righteousness, and for a while the old beggar didn't know what to say, and was stunned, and rolled up his sleeves and didn't dare to do anything.

Irritating!

The old beggar spat out the grass roots in his mouth and stopped looking at the emaciated white horse.

Can't beat this old thing.

In his frustration, he dropped his shoes, went barefoot on the ground, and stepped forward to take the letter from the ponytail, "Okay, get out." ”

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"Hey, I said you, how did you get beaten before!"

"I haven't been beaten. ”

“...... Okay! I haven't been beaten, I haven't been beaten, it's really, lack of childhood!" the old beggar walked away stupidly, the old horse flicked his tail and ruminated, and after a while the cool breeze rose, and the ink-robed young man got up tremblingly, and looked around and didn't know where the person was, and he was frozen on the eaves and looked a little stupid.

For a long time, he showed a bleak smile, lonely in the cold wind.

It turns out that this is the western part of Los Angeles......

What a place to eat people!

I understand......

Lin Chang half-knelt on the tiles, the corners of his mouth were evil, and then he froze like a black dog, lying on the eaves and smiling stupidly.

About, it was kicked out of my head.