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The old man and the young man were no strangers to Lin Yi. One is an elder of the Wan family, who once followed Wan Qingshan to the roadside shop outside Chixia Ridge, and among the three people who besieged Ye Yu, there was this person. The young man should be Wan Qingshan's son, named Wan Ziping, who is a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi.

But who the bewitching woman was, and where these three were going, was not known to others.

Lin Yi knew that if Fang was recognized by the other party, the elder of the ten thousand families would definitely not let him go. There was an inexplicable grudge with Wan Jia, but Ye Yu's death and his own serious injuries made this grudge endless. In the future, let's settle this account slowly! Ye Yu's senior, you can rest assured! One day, I will let the Wan family reap the consequences!

Lin Yi's acquaintance with Ye Yu was purely accidental. A wolf's tooth sword traveled countless thousands of miles, implicating him in his century-old love and feud with the other party. He was grateful for the deep affection between Ye Yu and Fang Qiaoer, and was even more moved by Ye Yu's dedication and persistence. The other party not only saved his life, but also entrusted the matter behind him.

The reason for this move may be that they meet each other, or they may be helpless before the other party dies, as for what happened, Lin Yi didn't want to think about it. Although the two have only seen each other for a few moments, but someone has entrusted each other with death, isn't that enough?

After leaving the hidden immortal fang, and confirming that there was no one around, Lin Yicai used the wind control technique to hurry forward.

Half a month later, a market town appeared in front of Lin Yi, which was Danyang Town outside the Zhengyang Sect.

Walking on the streets of Danyang Town, looking at the shops on both sides, as well as the lively restaurants and tea shops, the faint noise made Lin Yi feel like he was in the distant Taiping Town.

Among the people who came and went, there were monks and mortals. Whether it is a monk or a mortal, they are all at ease. All this surprised Lin Yi. He couldn't imagine that there were so many mortals in the Guiling Valley, but when he thought of those families hiding in the mountains, he was immediately relieved.

Monks also have families, and their children are not necessarily monks. This must be the case in Danyang Town, where these monks and ordinary people can live in peace with each other, showing a scene of harmony, which is still a joy to see. At least in Lin Yi's heart, he didn't mean to despise the so-called mortals.

After strolling around the street for a while, he looked up and saw a steamed bun shop in front of him, and Lin Yi walked in. The shop was small, with only two or three low tables, and an old couple stood guard by the stove in front of the door. An open steamer was steaming, and occasionally passers-by dropped their change, and the old couple with smiling faces served the freshly baked buns. The bun is wrapped in a kind of emerald green pampas leaves, which is even more fragrant and attractive.

There was only one diner in the shop, an old man dressed in ordinary clothes. Someone sat at a low table beside him, and he didn't raise the corners of his eyes, eating the bun in his hand.

Lin Yi glanced at the old man, didn't take it to heart, and asked for a basket of steamed buns to taste. The buns are delicious, and you can't taste what kind of stuffing it is. He eats sweetly, even delicious!

When the old couple saw the guests' praise, they were appreciative and sent a plate of side dishes. When eating rose, Lin Yi untied the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip beautifully.

"Young man, the purple gold gourd is good!" The old man on the side suddenly said out of nowhere.

It has not been so comfortable for a long time, and when Lin Yi was about to taste the side dishes sent by the old shopkeeper, when he heard such a sentence, he was stunned, and looked at the old man who was not good-looking.

It's nothing for the purple gold gourd to be recognized, but at this time, Lin Yi's appearance is still middle-aged, and this young man's title is obviously coming at him. Can this old man see through illusions?

Lin Yi couldn't help but put down the bamboo chopsticks and looked at the other party again.

The old man was dressed in an ordinary soap-colored cloth robe, his beard was gray, his face was clear, there was nothing strange about his body, and there was no aura fluctuation, so he didn't look like a monk.

"Don't think about it, at the age of the old man, it's nothing to call you a young man. The old man swallowed another bun, patted his stomach with great satisfaction, and said to himself: "The meat of this mountain rhinoceros is made into a bun, and it is really delicious! The old man has not eaten it for a long time! The appetite is still difficult to give up!"

"This guest officer is really insightful! This mountain rhino meat was sent by my boy, and ordinary people only know that the buns are delicious, but they can't guess what kind of stuffing it is!" The old shopkeeper took the opportunity to echo a sentence, and after sending a pot of hot tea, he inevitably had to show off the origin of the mountain rhinoceros meat in front of the guests.

The ancestor of the old shopkeeper is also a monk of the Zhengyang Sect, and when it is his turn, he thought that he could only be a mortal, but he didn't expect his precious son to become a monk again, and he would often bring back some rare mountain treasures. The old couple opened a steamed bun shop for a lifetime, but when they were older, their bodies were good, and they still couldn't be idle, so they made steamed bun stuffing from rare things such as mountain rhinoceros sent by their son. The steamed buns are delicious and have become famous in the neighborhood, and occasionally monks come to make tooth offerings.

At this time, Lin Yi felt bored with the buns in front of him. He saw that the old man did not put himself in his eyes, and he hesitated in his heart, so he wanted to leave.

"Your purple gold gourd has not been refined, so it can't hold much wine!" The old man seemed to be full, and after chatting with the shopkeeper for a while, he turned around and looked at Lin Yi with a casual face.

Purple gold gourd can also be refined? After hearing this, Lin Yi's mind turned for a moment, and he nodded with a smile at the old man.

"May I taste your wine?" the old man's tone was casual, but it was irresistible.

Lin Yi did not hesitate, reached out and handed the gourd over. After the old man took the purple gold gourd, he raised his head slightly, and before the gourd touched his lips, the wine inside was sucked clean.

"Good wine! it's a pity that there is too little!" the old man shook the wine gourd with unfinished thinking, and played with it in his hand for a while before throwing it back to the other party. With an inexplicable smile on his face, he said, "Spirit stone soaking wine? Anything else?"

Lin Yi nodded silently, took out a ten-pound wine jar and handed it over.

The old man was happy, took out a small piece of spirit stone and threw it to the shopkeeper, then took the wine jar and said with a smile: "The young man is interesting, and the old man likes it." Hehe, don't drink your wine for nothing. Let's go!" As he spoke, he walked away with the wine jar, leaving Lin Yi sitting at the low table and distracting alone.

After a long while, Lin Yi came back to his senses and asked the old shopkeeper, "The shopkeeper, do you have to settle the bill with spirit stones?"

The shopkeeper smiled: "If the guest officer is convenient, it is arbitrary, and a few buns are worthless." ”

Ordinary people use gold and silver to pay their bills, but do monks use spirit stones? Or do you follow the customs of the locals! Lin Yi took out a spirit stone and handed it to the shopkeeper, and when he returned to the street, the old man who ate the steamed bun was nowhere to be seen.

Touching the purple gold gourd hanging under his waist, the horror in his heart had not disappeared, but Lin Yi couldn't help but secretly let out a long breath. At this time, the purple gold gourd seems to be no different from the original, but it is a recreation inside, which is completely different. The original gourd could only hold one pound of wine, but now there are a lot of people in it, and it is not a problem to hold a hundred pounds of wine!

I can't imagine that the old man who is not good-looking, an old man who is no different from a mortal, is such a fairy-like figure!

In the middle of playing with it, the purple gold gourd has been changed so much, and it is impossible to notice. Thinking of this, the cold sweat behind Lin Yi's back came down. He firmly believed that the old man had absolutely seen through his illusionary arts, so what kind of cultivation was this person? Could it be that he was the ancestor of the Jindan period?

Although the old man had no malicious intentions, Lin Yi still had inexplicable heart palpitations, and he was no longer interested in the street scene in front of him, so he hurriedly walked out of the town and towards the immortal gate he wanted to join......