At dawn in the town, the green smoke is like an ink painting, and a pair of "year-old friends" in the backyard of the narrow bookstore in Baotong Lane are thinking about each other and talking eloquently.

And when the sky was still slightly dark, the second bridge of Anyang, which connects the east and west nine curves, has ushered in two and a half children, one big and one small.

The big one is the young man of the Huang family, and now he has crossed the stone bridge, in order to send an amnesty card in his hand to the Fan family in Qingshi Lane, which has solved the urgent need of the Fan family, and has also returned a reinvention grace.

Yes.

The young man was no longer willing to be part of the Fan family, but he didn't dare to slack off this kindness, otherwise it would be difficult for the Huang family to gain a foothold in the town and in Jiuqu Lane.

The little one is the little blind man of the Fu family, and now he is walking out of Xijiuqu, in order to get out of the town before dawn.

The young man Huang Yu'an had not beaten the idea of the Fu family's children before, since he could get two amnesty orders from the girl, it was not surprising that the child could get one, and the girl obviously had a connection with the town keeper, and he could have a deal with him, an ordinary town boy, and the mysterious town keeper of the town, how could it be just a general friendship? On the day he left the town, it was normal to take the child away, but he knew better that the child could not affect the girl's decision, and he could not affect the child's decision.

Therefore, in January, I would rather walk around Baotong Lane more than set foot in the West Kowloon Curve.

The child carried a small burden, held a shabby oil-paper umbrella, stepped on soft straw sandals, no matter how light he was, he could not hide the fact that he was about to enter the mountain and leave the town, and as for the black cat, it was coiled on the child's head, curled up, and did not even open his eyes.

The sky was still slightly dark, and the little blind man of the Fu family had his eyes closed, so naturally there would be no situation where he looked at each other.

However, before the two passed by on the stone bridge, Huang Yu'an clearly noticed that the child nodded slightly, he was stunned, he didn't know if the child could see it, but he pulled his mouth and said that most people outside the town would not be so polite.

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Ning Wuxin originally expected to leave directly after negotiating a deal with the old man, but the change of the "Thousand Phantom Ghost Face" prolonged her stay in the town, and repeatedly confirmed that the mask was still there except for the mark left by the dead previous owner, and it could only be driven away by special means in that battlefield, and there were no hidden dangers on the side, Ning Wuxin decided to simply sacrifice it - since it was going to be used after all, why hesitate?

It's just that the mark left by the previous owner is too powerful, that is, a simple sacrifice, leaving her spiritual power mark in the mask, which can only be used by her for simple use, and it still took an hour of effort, in the process, the old man didn't want to help her, but she politely refused.

The old man knew that he didn't want to know it, and after she refused, the old man only smiled and didn't care.

Before leaving, the old man handed a small dusty bag to Ning Wuxin, followed by an amnesty token, what is the purpose, it goes without saying, obviously, the old man does not plan to show up, at least, he will not appear head-on, at most he will watch from a distance.

Ning Wuxin took it.

When the transaction was completed, the old man taught a set of formulas for using the "Thousand Phantom Ghost Faces", which was used to make up for Ning Wuxin's inability to completely refine the mask.

In the old man's words, when she cultivates and refined, she will be able to increase the power she can use if she deepens the cultivation of the mask.

And this cultivation is refined, which roughly refers to after the foundation building period, that is to say, to be able to exert the power of transformation before entering the Taibai Dao Sect, in Ning Wuxin's opinion, it is enough.

And if there is a mantra, it will avoid the possibility of being discovered and robbed.

After all, if it is not completely refined, in front of those powerful Venerables who have entered the Dao realm, the possibility of exposure is still extremely great, and no one knows what it will cause, and the unpredictable consequences are that the old man has repeatedly instructed her that before the real owner of this mask is not her, it is best for her not to be too sharp, that is, try not to appear in front of the Venerable of the Dao Realm.

Of course, such a high-level cultivator, who has been studying the Dao all year round, will not easily show up.

Since there is no way to completely transform the face for the time being, directly pasting the ghost face on the face is too conspicuous, or rather, too eye-catching.

As a result, when she walked out of the small bookstore, the hemp rope on the girl's slightly hanging bun was banned by a white ribbon, and the bun was scattered like a ponytail.

A storm and rain fell when the girl was practicing the mask, and the young man of the Mu family did not step into the bookstore because of this, but only stood quietly outside the bookstore and watched the heavy rain, and when the girl walked out, he turned his head to the side, and the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy seemed to have grown up overnight.

The boy didn't know about the girl's deal with his master, and he was sorry for himself, this farewell, I'm afraid it would be difficult to have the opportunity to meet again, seeing the girl's eyes regain vision, her eyes moved slightly, and she didn't say anything more, just smiled faintly, and talked about goodbye.

However, the young man didn't speak, but Ning Wuxin couldn't, he shook his sleeves with a smile, and thanked the young man for taking care of him for this month.

The old man's voice immediately came out, "After leaving the town, someone will take you away and go to Langguo." ”

Langguo, Jingzhou, where the ancient sword cultivation inheritance is located.

At this time, the girl had already picked up the umbrella and walked a few steps, and when the old man's voice came, the oil-paper umbrella painted with rain ink and bamboo in the girl's hand was slightly lowered, revealing the girl's chic ponytail that reached the back of the shoulder, the slender back, and the waving hand.

Waiting for the girl's figure to completely disappear in Baotong Lane, the old man's figure also changed greatly, and he walked out of the bookstore with his hands on his waist.

When his footsteps landed on the old white stone in the alley, the rain in front of him suddenly stagnated.

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Just a moment before Ning Wuxin left the small bookstore in Baotong Lane, the Meng family in Changsheng Lane in the northeast of the town, the girl of the Mu family with a cold expression, pushed the former eldest young master of the Meng family, who was already extremely unpopular in the Meng family, and stepped out of the barren courtyard to the ancestral hall.

With the support of the girl, the young man bowed to the ancestors of the Meng family.

At this time, a group of people in the Meng family's mansion hurriedly arrived, and the Meng family's family members, as well as a group of juniors, did not ask for warmth when facing the paralyzed young man who knelt on the ground, and did not have half of the etiquette and upbringing of the Qing people, and some were just scolding questions.

Okay, you Meng Qiushui, you'd rather take an irrelevant person away than take care of your brother! He's your own brother! The one who spoke out was the young man's biological father, and as for his mother, he died many years ago.

You are my brother, won't you take me out of this cage, and you will take this little slut in Baotong Lane? The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was about to tear his eyes, and behind the boy stood a rather beautiful young woman, not a few years older than the young man.

pinched his palm, the back of his white hand was hideous, but he didn't dare to say a word.

As a result, it was still the backbone of the Meng family in the true sense, the so-called Dinghai Divine Needle stopped everyone, scolded these juniors, and then looked at the young man, and only said one sentence, let him not forget the roots, just forget the roots.

In response to this, the young man climbed into the wooden wheelchair with difficulty, and only smiled and signaled that the girl could get up.

Waiting for the girl of the Mu family and the young man sitting in a wooden wheelchair to cross into Donglai Street from Changsheng Lane, the girl of the Ning family in Qingshi Lane happened to walk out of Baotong Lane, and under the pouring rain, there was no one on Donglai Street for a long time.

Under the rain curtain, the girl hooked her lips

This is the person who answered them?

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