When you enter the store, it feels even darker than the outside of the store, and it makes people feel creepy for some reason.

The things in the wooden shelves are not only miscellaneous but also messy, varied, and there are some bits and pieces of silk threads entangled, and the puppets with missing arms and legs are curled up in the clutter, and they really don't open the door to do business.

Ning Junxi tore the hairball off his shoulders and held it in his arms, so as not to let it suddenly go out to do something.

It's a mess here, and who knows if there's going to be something that will interest the furballs.

Walking through the wooden frame, at the innermost part of the store, a young man in a black robe is sitting on a small bamboo chair, crossing Erlang's legs, leaning on the back of the chair and closing his eyes to recuperate, still holding the folding fan in his hand, gently tapping his palm, humming a small song, leisurely.

Not far from the young man was the staircase, which led to the second floor, but the upper floor was more eerie.

Ning Junxi touched his nose and felt that it was really weird.

Uncle Xiao Qi didn't pick any place, he had to come to such a weird place, or that the monks outside were so nervous, it was better to just be a ghost and cultivate, the most mysterious and treacherous.

He thought, looked around, and saw that there were no chairs or stools or anything like that, so he simply sat cross-legged.

It's too tiring to stand and wait, and he's not stupid.

Qi Sixian glanced at Ning Junxi and sat down as well.

The place where Ning Jun sat was close to the stairs, and an ancient cypress potted plant was placed on one side, vigorous and curvy, and there were small clay figures in green clothes hanging on the branches, showing people with smiling faces, which was very pleasing.

Ning Jun was bored, and felt that these little clay figures were cute and cute, so he reached out and poked them to play.

The so-called upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, and the hairball will also play with the small clay figure that it can reach.

Only Qi Sixian was sitting in a precarious position, looking around nervously. He is timid, and when he comes to such a gloomy place, he is even less daring.

After a while, Qi Shi still didn't come down.

The young man who closed his eyes didn't open his eyes, but suddenly said lazily: "All the things in our store are all priced, please take care of your pets." ”

Ning Jun was stunned for a moment, it seems that there is only a pet in this store, right?

Before he could react, a childish voice suddenly sounded beside him, "Don't bite, it's broken!"

Ning Junxi looked down and couldn't help but be stunned.

The furball bit a small clay figure in its mouth, and its eyes were a little glazed, and then it let go of its mouth and raised its paw to poke the little clay figure with a blank face.

"Don't poke, don't poke. The little clay figure screamed again, and then fluttered on his hands and feet.

Ning Jun hurriedly pulled the hairball over, and he shrank back, his face stiffened.

How are these little clay figurines alive? How are they alive? How can they be alive?

The little clay figurines seemed to have been pierced through their disguises, so they stopped pretending, fluttered, and jumped off the potted plants in two clicks.

Ning Junxi jumped up suddenly.

Those little clay figures just stood in a row, saluted, and said in a childish voice: "Welcome to our store, Wishing you prosperity!"

Then, they quickly climbed onto the potted plant and continued to hang themselves.

Qi Sixian thought it was interesting, reached out and poked, and the little clay figure hugged his fingers, and then let go.

Ning Junxi's face was extremely wonderful, and he subconsciously moved two steps away from the potted plant, swearing not to mess with things in the future.

"Young Master. Qi Shi happened to go downstairs after picking something, and there was a young beautiful woman behind him, thinking that she was the hostess of this store.

The young man opened his eyes and looked at the two young men twice.

"Uncle Qi. Ning Jun cried out with a sad face.

Qi Shi was stunned, glanced at Qi Sixian, and then at the potted plant.

The little clay people on the potted plants immediately gave up.

Qi Shi smiled helplessly, patted the young man on the shoulder, and didn't say anything.

Ning Jun bowed his head.

The young man smiled playfully, "If you like it, it's better to give two friends." ”

Ning Jun pouted and didn't speak, who said just now that the price should be calculated.

The young man didn't care, "Qi Daoyou picked it out?"

"Farewell. Qi Shi nodded, glanced at the two young men, and went out of the store.

Leaving the shop and walking towards another long street, Ning Jun felt palpitations, looked back, and found that the good-looking young man was leaning against the doorpost, watching them leave.

Seeing Ning Jun looking over, the man smiled and nodded.

Ning Jun blinked and turned his head.

After getting out of the alley, he pulled the corner of Qi Shi's clothes, "Why did Uncle Qi run to that puppet shop?"

"Buy rune paper. Qi Shi pursed his lips and suppressed the corners of his mouth with a smile, "The young master looked back. ”

Ning Junxi turned around and found that the alley was gone, replaced by the Biwa Red Gate.

"Uncle Qi deliberately asked me to go for a long time?" Ning Junxi blinked, turned his head and asked.

Qi Shi didn't answer, "Almost every city will have a place for exclusive cultivators, and there will also be guides, but those guides are more insatiable, and they don't use them as much as they can. ”

Ning Junxi smacked it, his eyes lit up, "Uncle Qi is ready to let me break in alone?"

Qi Shi's face froze, a little helpless, "Young master, don't be joking." ”

"Oh. Ning Jun replied stupidly, and said seriously, "But something is wrong with that store?"

Qi Shi smiled, and didn't care to say, "They don't dare to do anything yet." ”

Ning Junxi didn't understand very well.

"Let's find a place to stay. Qi Shi didn't want to explain.

"Hey?" Ning Junxi was a little strange, and pointed to the top of his head, "It's only noon, don't you continue to hurry?"

"There are some small troubles, if you don't deal with them, it will be a little troublesome later. Qi Shi said patiently.

Ning Junxi felt that Uncle Qi's words were a bit contradictory, but if you think about it carefully, they are not very contradictory.

Qi Sixian listened to the two behind them, confused, and felt that his head was a little messy.

......

There is a crescent-shaped river bay to the east of Red Candle City, called Red Lady Bay.

This red lady is naturally not the kind of matchmaker who builds bridges on the front line, but another kind of person.

The Red Candle City is not called the Red Candle City, even when the Tianjiang River does not belong to the Yuanzhen Dynasty, there is a unique exquisite painting boat floating in the Red Lady Bay, there are beauties invited, but elegant and vulgar, those beauties are called the Red Lady.

Later, the territory of the Yuanzhen Dynasty became larger and larger, expanding to the Liantian River, the mountains and rivers changed hands, but the singing and dancing on the Crescent Bay was still peaceful, so it provoked the anger of the Yuanzhen Tianzi Longyan, and ordered all the red ladies to sink the river and all the paintings to be destroyed.

After that, the usually calm Crescent Moon Bay suddenly swept in the wind and waves, and the Red Candle City flashed and thundered for three months.

The locals said that it was the resentment of the red lady, and it was excessive several times, but it was useless, and finally it was the old fairy of Longhu Mountain who happened to pass by, and it calmed everything down.

Later, Crescent Bay was renamed Red Lady Bay, and the city was renamed Red Candle City.

Qi Shi walked towards the east of the city, while picking out some innocuous allusions and talking to pass the time.

Although Ning Junxi knew a lot of things, he didn't know a lot of things either, so he was happy to hear these unheard stories.

It was only when he heard the end that he asked curiously, "Is it really a haunting ghost?"

Qi Shi smiled, "It's a black python at the bottom of the river that has been practicing for many years, and it has eaten so many people, and it just turns into a dragon." ”

Ning Junxi nodded, and wrinkled his nose again, "It's really a sin." ”

Qi Sixian nodded thoughtfully.