In the city of Yangzhou, the market is like a tide, and the merchants are like crucian carp crossing the river, and there is an endless stream.

If you are in other states, your property can have a few hundred taels of gold, and the nearby neighbors will break through the door of your house, and you will be considered a little famous in the local area, and you will be ranked at the door of the door, but in Yangzhou, don't say five hundred taels, it is a thousand taels, and no one will be too much to please you. Yangzhou Dahao is a thousand taels of gold thrown out at every turn, and he never even blinked his eyelids, as the saying goes, money can make ghosts grind, and now they can be more arrogant and domineering, so that rich people can ask for immortals.

An elegant man in a gray coat walked alone in the market, occasionally looking left and right, the city was really prosperous, and the prosperity was not like the world.

I remember that three hundred years ago, when he lived in Xianshan Qionglou all the year round, although the way of cultivation was different from the wide road widely respected by those righteous people in the mortal world, such as Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, and martial arts.

But not everyone has to follow the crowd on the same path, on the crowded single-plank bridges, and even then there are thousands of troops and horses behind him, and at any time someone will fall into the water, and he disdains that way.

He wants to walk out of a peerless vast avenue and become the founder of another sect.

Let all the cultivators in the world remember his name, the mirage.

Mirage as early as three hundred years ago was accustomed to a solitary spiritual life, although every morning and evening there were maids to take care of his daily life, clothing and food, but most of the conversations with him were empty and tasteless, sometimes there would be a young girl to visit, but only remained tepid, now in the fireworks full of the atmosphere of the market, there is no surprise in his eyes, just a little strange look.

"It's been three hundred years since I left the world, and I don't remember a lot of things, and the people under the mountain are really different from the people on the mountain, but the world under the mountain is more interesting and relaxing. I remember when I practiced alone, the world had never been so prosperous, three hundred years, but it was just an instant. ”

Walking and walking, someone suddenly grabbed his big coat behind him, and the mirage stopped and turned his head to see that it was a little girl in red, with a lovely appearance and a fair complexion like jade porcelain.

But he is not a mortal, he is an arrogant and indifferent demon king mirage.

"Uncle, your stuff has dropped!" The little girl in red spread out her palm and handed him a simple black jade plaque.

Looking at this old object, the mirage's originally frowning brows slowly eased, and he reached out to take it back and tucked it into his cuffs.

"Thank you, little girl, very sensible. Mirage said expressionlessly, but softly, and he looked up into the distance again, where a young woman stood.

"It doesn't matter, my mother taught me to be a good person, accumulate good every day, and be full of blessings. The little girl in red showed two rows of white teeth, smiled like a flower, and her big eyes were shining brightly.

"Oh, your mother is very knowledgeable, not bad. ”

The young woman stood ten paces away and beckoned softly, and the little girl ran back with small steps, as lively as a fawn bouncing.

Looking at it, the mirage's indifferent pupils had a few hints of color, and he didn't know why he was like this.

"Qing'er, come back quickly, don't cause trouble to others, and say goodbye to your uncle. "The young woman has a plain and elegant face, with a faint smell of a scholarly family, wearing a long dress, graceful like a hibiscus out of the water.

"Goodbye, uncle!" The little girl in red waved her hand.

The mirage immediately raised his hand, he had never done such a move before.

"Thank you, Madame and little girl. After all, the mirage couldn't hold back the cold expression, and smiled calmly, laughing from the bottom of his heart.

This is probably the warmth and coldness of the human world, and today I actually realized it, the mirage thought quietly, and soon he turned around and took steps again.

"Daoye, come to us to listen to the song, see the girls dance, there are Jiangnan dancers from Nanchu, there are Qinse beauties from Yanguo Longchuan, Bao Guan Ye likes it, Dao Ye should come to the pavilion to sit and drink a few sips of hot tea......" The mirage walked to the bottom of a song building, and under the tall pavilion door, there was a beautiful woman dressed in flowers and branches to greet him, with a heavy dust on her face, and her figure was not bad, and she was also a.

When the gorgeous woman saw the mirage's noble temperament, she thought that it must be a hidden big financier, and tried her best to pull it into the threshold.

"Oh, there's a place like this, I'll go in and sit down. The mirage saw the three-character plaque on the edge of the house, and the name of "Rosewood Pavilion" was elegant and dignified, so he didn't know whether to sell sheep's head and dog meat, and he stepped in with a curious attitude.

"What kind of platter and side dishes can you order, or come here with a pot of aged daughter red first, our wine is a first-class rich and fragrant wine!" Mirage sat down in a private room on the second floor near the market, and was greeted by a short and hunched servant.

"Well, give me a pot of good wine, and I can serve some of the signature dishes. Mirage glanced at the rest of the diners, and he glanced faintly at the hunchbacked little man, who immediately understood that this was a master who was not bad for money, and he had to be entertained well.

Soon, a table of delicacies from the mountains and seas was brought up, and it was aesthetically placed in front of the mirage, but the mirage only glanced at it.

Suddenly, there was a panicked sound of horses' hooves outside the window, and the noise in the downtown was suppressed in an instant, and the nerves of the mirage were so keen, and he was immediately interested in seeing the luxurious frame and such an unscrupulous carriage from a distance.

"Xiao Er, who is sitting in the car?"

"The son is a foreigner, this car is sitting in the eldest son of Yangzhou Zheng Mansion, Zheng Mansion can be one of the most prosperous families in Yangzhou, comparable to the capital magnates, the family is big, and the style has always been so arrogant. ”

"Oh, what other family mansions can be compared, I am new to your land, I don't know much about the big families in this area, I want to hear from you. Mirage took a sip of tea, he had been imprisoned in the dark for more than three hundred years, and he didn't know everything that happened in the world, since he was out of the customs, then he had a good time in the world.

"There are four major families in Yangzhou, the Yan State Anyang Hou Zheng family, the Yangtze River Chamber of Commerce Lu family, the Song family, the general of the Zhu Kingdom, and the Sun family, in addition to the nouveau riche Sun family, each of them is a ruthless character who dares to cover the sky with one hand, and they are all famous and powerful in the Yan Country Platoon......"

"Oh, there are so many characters in the Yangzhou realm. Mirage took out a piece of silver in his bosom and placed it on the table, indicating that it was a reward for him, and the little servant kept blinking and trembling and picked up the reward that was enough to pay him a year's wages, and almost knelt down to thank Dade.

"Go on, let's talk about what has happened in Yangzhou recently. ”

"Yes, there are, a few days ago, the assassin of Yangzhou was killed by a demon, and then the second grade of the Yellow Gate of Yan Guo Zhongliang Zhongsheng Liang rushed back to Yangzhou, and single-handedly took over the big demon affair, and the back of the court came to the inside story of the eldest prince and the third prince to seize the heir, and on the night of the feast in the Linglong Tower, the prince personally met with the figures inside and outside Yangzhou, and the Linglong Pagoda became famous overnight and became the first tower of the Yan Kingdom. ”

On the second night, Liang Shizhong arrested the monster and hung its body at the city gate to set an example and deter all demons. ”

"In the future, the mountain treasure of Mingtai Mountain appeared, countless people in the rivers and lakes competed for Lingshan, and suffered heavy casualties, and finally heard that it was a woman from the eleventh realm of Taoism who killed the Dark Lord with a sword, and monopolized the spiritual treasure, which attracted worldwide attention. The little guy racked his brains to recall, trying to display all the scenes in his mind vividly in front of the gold master.

"There is also the news that there is a lake Jiaohua dragon in Hongfeng Lake at the foot of Mingtai Mountain a few days ago, what the result is, I will not let everyone know, after all, we are just humble mortals, and we have no chance to know a lot of news. After the little guy finished speaking, he was very stupid, and he respectfully stayed not far from the mirage, obeying the orders of the gold lord at any time.

"By the way, there is a man named Sima Nanfeng in Yangzhou?" The mirage ate the first chopstick dish, the taste was average, and it was different from the delicacies on the mountain, and he lowered his head and spit it out.

Sima ...... South wind?" The little guy's face froze, and Sima ...... Nanfeng, this name is so familiar, but I can't remember who he is, the little guy scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Oh! I remember!" The little guy shouted loudly.

"That person is outside Yangzhou City, outside the East Gate City, a place called Nanfeng Academy to teach, he has been here for more than ten years, many people have forgotten that there is still this number of capable people, Mr. Sima lives in a simple place, so there are very few people who know him. ”

"Oh, okay, I got it. The mirage stood up slowly, threw down a piece of gold and landed on the plate, and the little servant immediately picked it up, dried it with his clothes, and when he looked back, the elegant man in the gray coat had long since disappeared.

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Inside the city of Yangzhou.

A hundred steps from the East Gate, a mirage appeared, and he stood there for a long time, and he saw the person he wanted to see.

Sima Nanfeng.

As early as more than ten years ago, when Sima Nanfeng came to Yangzhou for the first time, he sensed his existence, Sima Nanfeng had not seen the mirage, but his teacher, it was the saint who had seen it, and he had talked with the mirage at night, but the two had different opinions, different Taoist sects, and no one could say the law, and finally they said goodbye to each other.

That saint used to be famous and powerful in the Yan country, in the Confucian temple and the holy master enjoy the altar worship, there is a statue of the golden god, ranked fourth among the four saints, known as the saint, the talent is quick, the thinking is very different from those rotten Confucianism, the old and the new are unique, so it offended many people.

Later, this famous saint was plotted by the Yin people, and his cultivation fell sharply and was squeezed out by the rest of the factions in the church, and the golden body gradually dimmed, and finally the saint did not know where to go, Sima Nanfeng defended the teacher in the court, and wanted to get back a justice for the teacher, offended the saint, and was demoted to Yangzhou City.

The light is fleeting, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, it has been seventeen years, and the mirage once again looked at the sage's student, and he walked towards the young Confucian who was plain.

There was not a trace of mud under his feet.