Senior Brother Yan's style made Shopkeeper Bai puzzled, but these thoughts only flashed in his heart, and he was left behind. In his long life, the monk has developed all kinds of strange temperaments, and it is not surprising that the white shopkeeper only asks for spirit stones, and what does it matter to him whether the water is used to make tea or bathe?

He stepped down from the west backyard and called two men with quick hands and feet and quick eyes to specialize in the needs of the west backyard. After the arrangement was made, he turned around and went straight to the room of the third child in the backyard, which was what he really needed to be a good customer. As the leader of the caravan, Cheng Laosan belongs to the kind of key person who has a low status but holds real power. The accompanying foundation building master has a transcendent status, but he simply ignores these daily trivial matters.

The white shopkeeper's expectations were not bad, in addition to the strange man surnamed Yan in the western backyard, there were also seven or eight Hanmen disciples in the middle stage of Qi refining in the Chengyuan caravan, who were trained with the team. The caravan traveled all the way to the east, and even if the journey was smooth, it would take ten or eight years to reach the imperial city. The distance from Linyuan to the Imperial City is known as 100,000 li, which is the straight-line distance of the monk's sword. The caravan traded goods in various cities along the way, and the road was winding, and the total journey was more than 200,000 miles. Many Qi refining disciples went out to be young men in their prime, and when they returned to their hometowns, they were already middle-aged people who had experienced wind and frost, and there were even many Qi refining teenagers, who were never heard from again when they left, and became lonely ghosts and wild ghosts who died in a foreign land.

Bailipu got the news before that the number of the caravan was about seventy people, but not counting the elders of the young people's families who saw them off all the way, seven or eight poor monks, there were thirty or fifty people who saw them off. Send you thousands of miles, there will eventually be a farewell, to Bailipu is the place where everyone leaves, for a time the courtyard and the courtyard are in chaos, the elders of the family or earnestly instruct, or secretly weep, but those poor young people, even if there is a little bit of anxiety about leaving home at the beginning, but more is the desire and pride of the young birds for the eagle to strike the sky.

The white shopkeeper talked for a while in Cheng Lao's third room, and he didn't dare to stay longer, so he came out and commanded his men to work for a while, and saw that the two guys who were serving in the west backyard were also busy with everyone. The white shopkeeper hurriedly beckoned the two of them over, frowned and asked, why don't you serve in the West Courtyard?

The two guys explained that the immortal master of the West Courtyard thought we were an eyesore and blasted us out.

The white shopkeeper was startled, and hurriedly asked what the two of them had done wrong?

The two men explained with a bitter face: "The immortal master soaked comfortably in the water, and the younger ones asked if they wanted to add some hot water, and the immortal master said that we were making noise and drove us all out." ”

The white shopkeeper complained: "Then you two should also be guarding the door, what if the immortal master greets and no one answers?"

The man smiled: "The immortal master sleeps deeply, and we can both hear his old man's snoring at the gate of the courtyard, and we won't wake up for a while." ”

The white shopkeeper said strangely: "The immortal master fell asleep in the bath?"

The guy laughed, "No, we don't even have to lift the bucket out." ”

The white shopkeeper pondered for a while, still not at ease, ran to the west courtyard in person, stood at the gate of the courtyard and listened for a while, what the two guys said was really good, and there were bursts of snoring in the house. For the sake of prudence, the white shopkeeper still left a guy to guard at the gate of the courtyard, and then turned back to the front lobby, and glanced at the mortals who were eating at the big table by the way.

As a Qi Refining Cultivator, the white shopkeeper was not in his sight. But the mortals who travel with the caravan are all outlaws who trade their lives for money, and with the life span of mortals, even if they are young people, at most they will run with the caravan for two or three times, and then they will not be able to run. In fact, it is a great blessing to be able to really run back and forth on this line without missing arms and legs, and to be able to come back in a hurry.

These guys earn all the gold leaves, and they live a life that is not tomorrow, but they are much more arrogant than those Qi refining cultivators in the backyard. Bailipu is naturally very welcoming to such guests.

The only thing that annoys the white shopkeeper is that after these guys are full of food and drink, they brag and fart, and at the same time they have to gamble and play money, often making trouble for most of the night, and using the canteen as a gambling hall, making people uncomfortable.

Fortunately, as the white shopkeeper, he didn't have to stay in front of him for long, and seeing that it was getting late, the white shopkeeper instructed a few guys who took care of the front hall to guard here, and turned around and retreated from the side door of the tent. He was still not very worried about Senior Brother Yan in the West Courtyard, so he turned back to the West Courtyard, and saw that the guy waiting at the door was dozing off on the stone steps, he listened to the movement inside, and the snoring in the room was uniform and uniform, no different from before. The white shopkeeper kicked the guy awake, lowered his voice and told him to be vigilant, and then he came out of the side door of Bailipu with confidence and went home leisurely.

The moon shadow was sinking in the west, and it was the second half of the night, and the mortals in the front hall had to hurry tomorrow, and they didn't dare to toss too much, so they collected their stalls and went to sleep in the big house on the side. Mortals do not have a single room, they are twenty or thirty people in a large shop, walking outside all the year round, accustomed to the taste of wind and dust, they do not need to wash, directly to the shop on a horizontal, pull the animal skin felt, a moment of effort, the shop will snore.

The guy who was guarding at the gate of the backyard woke up half of the incense, then tilted his head, leaned against the door panel, and fell asleep.

After another long time, in the dark corner of the west courtyard, a long black shadow slowly protruded on the ground, and this black shadow was the color of earth and sand and stone, moving slowly along the corner of the wall. It looks like a monitor lizard crawling forward, and its speed is even slower than that of a monitor lizard, and it lifts and falls very gently, not even crushing a dead leaf on the ground.

The west courtyard is not big, and it is only three zhang away from the corner of the wall to the house where Senior Brother Yan is, and this black shadow actually used a stick of incense to come to the door of the house. It paused in the doorway for a moment, as if listening to the movement inside.

At last the black shadow slowly stood up, but when it reached the height of a child, it stopped again, and only then could it be vaguely discerned that the black shadow was a half-crouching human form.

The black shadow gently approached the door panel, as if he was about to stick his whole body on the door panel, he slowly stretched out his hand and wiped it along the four sides of the door panel, and the next moment the whole door panel was gently "poured" on the black shadow.

It took the black shadow another half of the incense to put the door panel on the ground, and then quietly climbed in through the doorway.

The snoring in the room was as usual, and Senior Brother Yan seemed to be cultivating very diligently in his dreams.

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