An autumn rain came suddenly, dripping.

In front of the Wang's liquor store in Qiucheng, wet mud is everywhere, and pedestrians with oilcloth umbrellas come and go, chopping their feet at the door, and a piece of mud sinks.

Seeing that it was about to be noon, the sound of the rain was weakening, and the restaurant was already full, and the nervous shopkeeper was busy between the tables, even if the guests at the table were not entertained well, he would lift the restaurant and cut off his head.

The shopkeeper looked nervous, because the identities of the drinkers in the wine shop at the moment were complicated, and all of them were imposing, including many monks wearing Taoist robes and crowns on their heads, and there were also many loose cultivators who were dissolutely dressed and carrying weapons.

Not to mention the charlatan holding a cloth banner in his hand, smiling and pinching his fingers and brushing his beard, his mouth was full of nonsense, but his eyes were blazing, and he did not shy away from the eyes around him.

Although the store in Autumn City has long been accustomed to having immortal cultivators enter the store, in the face of these imposing immortals, the shopkeeper still involuntarily shook his arms and his feet were weak.

Fortunately, after the rain passed, these immortals left the wine store one after another, and the shopkeeper relaxed his spirits and felt that he had returned from the ghost gate.

However, there are still customers on the second floor of the restaurant, and the shopkeeper can only run up to the second floor with a pot of grape wine and appetizers, and respectfully deliver the food to the private room.

There were only three people in the box, and the most impressive thing for the shopkeeper was the man sitting on the Taishi chair in front of the window.

His robe was a fine silk brocade of bright color, embroidered with strange and perverse beast motifs, and the black jade dragon pattern buckle he wore around his waist.

The man tilted his body, his robe exposed with silver hollow pattern trim, wide clothes and belts, holding an ivory folding fan in his left hand, a jade porcelain wine cup in his right hand, his long hair was only tied with a silk scarf, and his eyes and face were lowered, immersed in his own world.

However, these are not the most impressive things for the shopkeeper, this man is dressed in a graceful manner, but his face is wearing a half-cut tea-white gold-trimmed mask, and his eyes have two narrow and upturned eye slits, which is not surprising.

After the shopkeeper put down the wine and food, he glanced at the masked man more, and the woman in the veil next to the man suddenly opened her mouth and reprimanded sharply.

"Look at what, look!"

"Don't get down quickly, or I'll pull out your tongue and gouge out your eyes!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly exited the box and fled from the second floor with his hands and feet.

When he returned downstairs, he suddenly remembered that his own wine store had never bought a Taishi chair, could it be that this group of people came out to drink and brought their own chairs?

"It's weird......"

The shopkeeper walked into the kitchen with a question on his face, and in the box on the second floor, the anger of the woman in Dai Yi had not subsided.

"It's really a poor little place, there are no rules at all, and it really hit my son-in-law, even if he has ten heads, it's not enough to die. ”

Hearing that the woman in Dai Yi was still thinking about this matter, the man wearing the mask just smiled, and didn't care about the actions of the shopkeeper, he asked the third person in the box while drinking.

"Second Qin, the news you sent me earlier said that the things I made at the bottom of the cliff in the Sichuan-Chongqing Barren Mountains were destroyed?"

"Yes, Qin Lao Er is not doing well, please punish the son!"

Qin Lao Er stood at the dinner table with his head bowed, his hands clenched into fists, and his words were full of self-blame.

Looking at his average appearance, he is not good-looking, and he can't tell how ugly he is, and Qin Lao Er is dressed in cloth clothes and is less than six feet long, it is even more difficult to imagine that such a farmer who will be forgotten immediately if he is thrown in the crowd has another identity.

"What did I punish you for, but tell me first, who did this, and how did he find out about the whirlpool of anger I was hiding at the bottom of the deep valley?"

"Hui Gongzi, here's the thing, I've been staying in Yucheng during this time......"

Qin Lao Er carefully told the story of the sudden appearance of demon beasts in Yucheng that day.

Originally, he thought that the demon beast entered the city and injured people by accident, and the demon rat was killed that night, it must have been a local monk who discovered the monster, and at that time he already knew that there were disciples of the Purple Cloud Peak Heavenly Palace passing by.

But the strange thing is that after killing the demon beast, the monk did not collect the offering, but disappeared for a day and a night, and did not reappear until the next night, and his whole body was soaked in the blood of the beast.

It wasn't until the young monk reappeared in Yucheng County that he hid in the shadows and heard the conversation between the monk and the Yucheng County Commander, and at this moment he also talked about the masked man.

And when the monk who killed the demon beast mentioned the fierce beast, Qin Lao Er began to worry about the whirlpool of anger in the cave at the bottom of the cliff.

Because Yucheng is the closest city to the cave at the bottom of the cliff, if the beast mentioned by the monk was affected by the whirlpool of aura, then it is very likely to run back to the bottom of the cliff and expose the whirlpool of aura.

After the monk didn't take a penny, but threw down a hundred pieces of money and flew away, Qin Lao Er hurriedly went out of the city to confirm, and found that there was really nothing left in the cave, so he sent the news back as quickly as possible.

The man wearing the mask listened patiently, playing with the jade porcelain wine glass in his hand, and because the mask covered it, others could not see the emotional changes on his face.

It wasn't until Qin Lao Er finished speaking that the masked man poured out the wine in the cup, thought for a moment with his chin on his chin and slowly spoke.

"Hehe, the famous monk you mentioned is a bit interesting, unlike the disciples of the Seventy-two Sects. ”

"Aside from knowing that he is a disciple of the Bamboo Sword Hall, what else do you know?"

"Childe, I don't know any other information yet, do you want me to send someone to collect this person's information, after all, he destroyed the whirlpool of anger you created, do we want him to ......?"

Qin Lao Er narrowed his eyes, and his face finally showed a bit of ruthlessness, a bit of a bad guy.

The masked man waved his folding fan, unconcerned.

"It's okay, it's just a small Bamboo Sword Hall disciple, and he must think that the Angry Qi Vortex is a natural formation, so he won't delve into it, and we don't need to pay attention to it. ”

"The point is that the fierce beast was not completely attracted by the whirlpool of anger, and it was able to run out without permission, which shows that the whirlpool is flawed, and it is not a pity to destroy it. ”

"At the moment, we still have to focus on self-cultivation, and we can't just hurt people and attract the attention of the seventy-two sects. ”

"Yes, Childe!"

Qin Lao Er hurriedly responded and left the wine shop in a hurry.

The masked man saw Qin Lao Er walking into the downtown from the window, and after merging into the crowd, but in the blink of an eye, even he couldn't find Qin Lao Er's figure, so he leaned against the window with satisfaction, directly picked up the wine jug, and drank it in a big gulp.

Looking at the lively scene downstairs, he fanned the folding fan, drunkenly burped, and muttered to himself.

"Don't worship a young monk and give money as a pension?"

"I really didn't expect that there would be this kind of among the disciples of the Seventy-two Sects, it's strange......"

......

Mu Chen, who had just stepped into Autumn City, didn't know that everything he did in Yucheng had been seen, but at this moment, he was attracted by the lively scene in front of him.

The carriages and horses are sparkling, the people are weaving, and at the same time, there are many small merchants and vendors on the main streets of Autumn City, selling a dazzling variety of things, shouting one after another, and occasionally the neighing of horses, making people feel like they are in a colorful and rich painting.

However, Mu Chen also noticed the pedestrians here, whether it was monks in Taoist robes, or knights, or charlatans with cloth banners in their hands, and masked drinking men leaning against paper windows.

Although they didn't show their skills, they were definitely not idle.