Along the way, the water splashes and the tranquil black crocodile pool looks like a boulder, and blackback crocodiles of all sizes compete to avoid the mud boats that look like a good meal.

From time to time, black-backed crocodiles that couldn't dodge crashed into the smoke gauze tent, shattered by the burst scale armor, and the skin was opened. The real thing is that if you touch it, you will be injured, and if you hit it, you will die.

The already chaotic pool of water is like pouring boiling oil at the moment.

The strong smell of blood stimulated the hungry blackback crocodile in the water even more crazy, and the dead or injured blackback crocodile was immediately torn up by the other blackback crocodiles, and the blood immediately stained the surrounding water surface red.

The mud boat is like a sharp sword, cutting through the murderous waterhole, leaving a bloody road.

Ning Baifeng looked at the scene behind the mud boat with a stiff face, Yuan Zhen sat next to him and retched, and the boatman behind him turned even more pale as paper, but the old Taoist priest did not react, and the old god was still smoking dry smoke.

Fortunately, with the help of the old Taoist priest along the way, the smoke gauze tent is simply done, the insects can't fly, and the beasts don't invade.

Near evening, the mud boat came to the 300-mile forbidden outside without danger.

When Ning Baifeng saw the scene in front of him, he simply suspected that he had gone the wrong way, if it weren't for the fact that the surrounding trees were still towering to remind him that this was the core area of Xiangze, Ning Baifeng would have mistakenly thought that he had come to a certain market.

There are a lot of mud boats in the swamp, and because of the towering trees, the environment is very dark, so lanterns are hung early. Inside the mud boat, the trees have long been connected to each other, and the planks are pounced on to form a bridge.

Farther away, there are even a number of wooden houses among the trees, which are lined up one after another. The trees and wooden houses are covered with lanterns, and the dim woods are clearly visible.

Next to the mud boat that Ning Baifeng was riding, there were mud boats coming from other directions from time to time, carrying passengers of different shapes.

The breath is rolling.

People come and go on the wooden bridge, and all kinds of shouting and selling come and go.

Wonjin was even more dumbfounded to see all this.

The boatman was accustomed to this place, and skillfully propped up the mud boat in front of a wooden dock.

The old Taoist priest took out some loose silver from his sleeve and paid it to the boatman, beckoned Yuan Zhen and Ning Baifeng, who were still looking around, and walked towards the nearest wooden house.

The wooden bridge is wide enough for four or five people to walk in parallel, and there is a waist-high railing around the wooden bridge. Under the light, you can clearly see the traces of time, and it is obvious that these are not completed in a short period of time.

Yuan Zhen walked to the bridge and stomped his feet vigorously, for fear that the wooden bridge would collapse.

Ning Baifeng retracted his wait-and-see gaze and looked at the old Taoist priest beside him, "Real person, what kind of place is this, isn't it forbidden to enter for three hundred miles, why is there such a market here." ”

The old Taoist priest turned around and said: "This is three hundred miles outside the ban, called the forbidden outside market, there are three such markets in the entire three hundred miles of the ban, this market is also called the east forbidden outside the market because it is located in the east."

Although the three-hundred-mile ban is said to be open every Jiazi, this vast Xiangze is still full of life, and there is not only an organic fate in the three-hundred-mile ban. Just like the black crocodile pool we passed by, the scale armor of the black-backed crocodile is a good material for making armor.

Therefore, people who came here to beg for a living near Xiangyun Mansion gathered together, and it happened that there were more people who practiced, so it became such a bazaar. ”

Ning Baifeng nodded knowingly.

While talking, the old Taoist priest took the two of them along the wooden bridge to the front of the wooden house, it was getting late, and there were not many people on the wooden side in front of the wooden house.

Behind the wooden table sat a sloppy middle-aged man, digging with one hand in his nostrils, and the other hand collecting the copper coins on the table.

The middle-aged man glanced at the old Taoist priest and hummed, "Three folded back coins." ”

The old Taoist priest took out three silver-white copper coins from his sleeve and still on the wooden case, "When did the collection fee become so high?" ”

The middle-aged man said casually: "You can always go in, do you see the mud boat outside, it's definitely cheap to live there." ”

The old Taoist priest frowned, and the cigarette stick tapped the table.

The middle-aged man was struck by lightning.

The old Taoist priest said lightly: "Move your eyes more before you speak." ”

The middle-aged man said embarrassedly: "Are the seniors planning to ask for trouble?"

The old Taoist priest withdrew his cigarette stick, "Your threat is meaningless to me, and the Lin family will not make trouble for you as a pawn." ”

The two are asking for trouble, but the meaning is very different.

The middle-aged man's face was ugly, and he said hoarsely: "The younger generation looks away, you always forgive me." ”

The old Taoist priest turned and left.

The middle-aged man watched the three of them walk away, reached out and took out a palm-sized birdcage from under the wooden case, muttered a few words to the pocket yellow bird in the cage, opened the birdcage, and let it fly away.

The old Taoist priest walking in the crowd casually looked back in the direction of the wooden house and smiled indifferently.

Ning Baifeng was curious: "What is the folding money, if it is money, why haven't you heard of it?"

Lao Dao replied: "Folding money is just a joke, and the real saying is that it is called Wentai money, just because this kind of money is common among cultivators, so it is not visible in the ordinary world. And the reason why it is said to be a folded back money means that it is worth a lot of money, so that the cultivator can also bend over and bend his back. ”

Ning Baifeng said thoughtfully: "What is the value of that incense money compared to folding money?"

The old Taoist priest hadn't replied yet, his back was like a long eye, and he backhanded a cigarette stick, and slapped back the palm of Yuan Zhen's hand that was about to reach out and stroke an old man next to him who was peddling white-haired birds.

Yuan Zhen exclaimed bitterly, "What are you doing." ”

The old Taoist priest didn't reply, "Save your life, if you really touch it just now, you will definitely die of poison." ”

Yuan Zhen's face turned pale, and he pouted: "How can it be so scary." ”

The old Taoist priest turned around suddenly, and said with a serious expression: "Those who don't know are not guilty, this time you will be lucky, if there is a next time, your little life will stay here." ”

Although Yuan Zhen often quarrels with the old Taoist, it does not mean that he can't distinguish between good and bad, the old Taoist may sometimes be improper, but he will not joke with human life, if it is really as the old Taoist priest said, the white-haired bird is highly poisonous, and Yuan Zhen will definitely die in vain.

Yuan Zhen turned his head to look at the old man who was walking away, and there was still the white-haired bird standing on his arm, majestic and high-spirited. The people around seemed to avoid the old man slightly, or the white bird, and no one stepped forward to ask for the price.

Ning Baifeng put away the sense of ease after entering the bazaar, and no longer looked around.

The seemingly prosperous and peaceful bazaar is still full of dangers.

The old Taoist priest took the two of them around, seemed to be quite familiar with this place, and soon turned to a tall wooden building, and there was a plaque hanging on the upper floor, with two big characters on it.

Donglin.

During the walk to the wooden building, the old Taoist priest explained in detail to Ning Baifeng the value of the folding money, that is, the value of Wentai money and incense money.

Incense money is basically common, because of the city god temple or all kinds of high-grade landscape gods in the temple in front of the case, bear the people's incense, gather the charm of incense and become incense money. Generally speaking, the value of incense money for five years is worth about 20 taels of secular incense, and a folded back coin is a thousand taels of silver, which is equivalent to 100 taels of gold.

Although incense money is called money, it is not actually a circulating coin, and its essence is similar to the incense objects offered in people's homes.

If the incense money is old enough and the charm is enough, its value is higher than that of the folded back money, and even the folded back money may not be able to buy.

Only then did Ning Baifeng understand why the old Taoist priest would say that the entry fee was so high.

If so, there are no ordinary people in this bazaar, after all, it is impossible for a person who comes here to beg for a living to spend such a high fee just to enter the bazaar.

The old Taoist priest guessed Ning Baifeng's thoughts at that time, and told Ning Baifeng that in front of the wooden house at the entrance of the bazaar, the brown wooden case was very particular, and the wooden case was made of wood called Senseling Wood, and the characteristic of the wood was to sense the qi of the cultivator, and even the true qi of the martial artist could not escape. The person sitting on the wooden case can distinguish the characteristics of the person by virtue of this object and charge different entry fees.

When Yuan Zhen heard this, he asked tentatively, so he couldn't help but pay the money and directly came in from other places.

The old Taoist priest stepped into the threshold of the East Forest Building and dropped a meaningful sentence.

The wooden railings on the side of the market are more than just decorations.

When the old Taoist priest entered the wooden building with two teenagers, the lights were bright at this time, and the diners eating in the hall on the first floor were already full, and it was very lively.

The shopkeeper in front of the counter is a woman, although she is already a, but she still has charm, and from time to time she laughs with the diners.

When the woman saw the old Taoist priest coming in, she immediately greeted her: "Guest officer, you still live in a restaurant for dinner, and there are still a few private seats on the second floor for dinner." ”

The old Taoist priest took out a wooden plaque engraved with the word Lin.

Familiar with the way: "Don't be busy first, I'm tired of the shopkeeper helping to pass a message to Chef Lin in the back, and say that my old friend Yanxia is visiting." ”

The woman put away her perfunctory smile, her eyes turned around the old Taoist priest, and she took a closer look at the wooden sign.

The woman nodded, "Wait, officer." ”

The woman called a junior second, and after a few words, the younger one looked at Ning Baifeng and the three of them suspiciously, then turned around and walked back.

The woman bowed sideways to the old Taoist priest and said, "Slave Lin Sanniang, I have seen my predecessors. ”

The old Taoist priest waved his hand, "Shopkeeper, busy with your go, don't greet Lao Dao, this place, maybe I'm more familiar than you." ”

The woman smiled reluctantly, turned around and walked behind the counter, and from time to time secretly glanced at the old Taoist priest.

Before they could wait, a hearty laugh came from the back door, and the laughter even drowned out the hustle and bustle of the diners in the hall.

"Hahaha, old smoker, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, and you're not dead. ”

Ning Baifeng looked for prestige, and a lean man with a hunched body crashed in from the back door.

The face is a little old, the stature is not high, and the momentum is extremely strong, which makes people mistakenly think that his body is unusually tall.

The old Taoist priest scolded: "You are not dead, how can I die in front of you." ”

Ning Baifeng and Yuan Zhen glanced at each other, and immediately understood that this was the old Taoist chef in his mouth.

The lean man with his back on his back scolded with a smile: "Old smoker, with your unscrupulous character, you can live until now, it is really a scourge for thousands of years." ”

The old Taoist priest scolded: "Chef Lin, you have lived to be a dog for a long time, and the dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth." ”

Chef Lin smiled and patted the old Taoist's arm, maybe he wanted to pat the old Taoist's shoulder, but his back was stiff and he could only touch his arm.

Chef Lin pulled the old Taoist priest and walked inside, "Old place, you go first, I'll go and prepare a few dishes, and our brothers will have a few drinks today." ”

glanced sideways at Ning Baifeng and Yuan Zhen, and then said: "These two are your apprentices, their vision is really good, and they have the style I had back then." ”

Lao Dao glared and said: "How do you speak, just because you're blind doesn't mean I'm blind too." ”

Chef Lin was surprised: "Isn't it?"

The old Taoist priest sighed, "The blessing has not yet arrived." ”

Chef Lin was thoughtful.