In the view of Yitian, Yi Fan sat on the ground, but his mind was always restless, as if something had been forgotten by himself, and he didn't even hear Chen Nier calling him.

At this time, the disgusted ghost jumped down from the roof, holding a wild fruit picked from nowhere, it was not big, and it looked green, but it was happy to eat, threw the branch, handed over the largest fruit, and stuffed it into Chen Nier's arms.

Chen Nier took the mountain fruit, stepped forward and patted the thigh of the disgusting ghost, and saw that it squatted down very tacitly, let Nier climb on its shoulder, and then grinned at Yi Fan, and ran out.

In this mountain, I am the most familiar with ghosts and Chen Nier, and one person and one beast have become good friends.

Yi Fan chuckled, looking at the back of the disgusted ghost leaving with Chen Nier on his back, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to mind, thinking of what he had forgotten.

I hurried over last night, and I didn't see any trace of the demon girl, but the demonic aura in the hall was strong, indicating that he had just left, and he hadn't even left, so he hid somewhere, and used some unknown method to evade his tracking.

He was on the top of the main hall all night and never left, proving that the demon girl had been hiding somewhere, and could observe him, as for why he didn't come out, it was clear that he didn't want to be entangled by him, so as to find out the old nest of the dryad.

And the only way to avoid him is to use Ning Caichen to divert his attention, and even use him to escape his tracking, which may be the reason why the demon girl did not kill Ning Caichen.

Of course, there may be other possibilities, after all, this demon girl is moody, and who knows what she is thinking.

Thinking of this, Yi Fan couldn't sit still, said hello to Chen Lan, and then carried the 'Evil Sword' on his back, tied the magic bag, and rushed towards Lanruo Temple.

Entered Lanruo Temple, found no trace of Ning Caichen in the damaged hall, and saw the ashes of the fire on the ground, indicating that it took a long time to walk, and it should have gone out early in the morning.

Ning Caichen didn't have much dry food on him, almost no package, and it was impossible to easily get out of the boundary of Guobei County with his foot strength alone, and the only possibility was to go to Guobei County.

Thinking of this, Yi Fan immediately set off to go down the mountain, his steps were as fast as a galloping horse, borrowing strength on the rocks and trees of the mountain, and in less than half an hour, he arrived outside the county seat.

The county town of Guobei is still the same, dilapidated and chaotic, full of poor people who sell their sons and daughters, and there are countless idle people, carrying swords and fierce faces, for fear that others will not know that they are bad people.

Entering the city, because he did not have a package in his hand, coupled with the fact that the Taoist priest was dressed, there were few people staring at him, and he turned to the near afternoon, and he could not find any trace of Ning Caichen.

As soon as I passed by, I saw a group of people around me, and the two men in the middle were fighting with swords, swords and swords, and there were comings and goings, which caused bursts of applause from time to time, and even some spectators pointed fingers.

Finally, one of the men was negligent, and was cut off by the opponent, and the big head flew up, splashing blood, but it provoked a burst of applause, and the man proudly arched his hand, took out a money bag from the corpse, and then got into a restaurant, and heard his voice from afar: "Xiao Er, come to the altar of good wine." ”

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute. ”

......

Seeing that it was not lively, the onlookers quickly dispersed, and the corpse left a lot of blood, and after a while, several people came to collect the corpse and dragged it into the backyard of the restaurant not far away.

Sometimes, people kill each other, more ruthless than demons, and their lives may not be as good as a steamed bun in the eyes of these people.

Yi Fan shook his head, didn't look at it much, and just as he was about to leave, he was pulled by a thin man next to him: "Daoist, did you just see it? The good man who won is the knife used by my family, do you want one? The price is fair, it is guaranteed to be sharp, and it is fast and ruthless, and it is absolutely fatal." ”

I glanced at the side, there was a blacksmith shop not far away, there were all kinds of swords outside, shining in the sun, and seven or eight men were striking iron inside, each with round arms and thick legs, and the oil and water seemed to be dripping with sweat, which made people's hearts palpitate when they looked at it.

He shook his head: "There is no shortage of poor Dao swords, so I can't use them for the time being." ”

Listening to his words, the lean man pushed hard, but found that he couldn't push, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he only snorted coldly: "Since you don't buy swords, then don't stop us from getting rich, hurry up." ”

Yi Fan glanced at him, shook his sleeves, and when he walked past the thin man, a strong force hit him, only to hear the thin man's 'ouch', and then flew out sideways, rolled on the ground a few times, and then got up on his chest and stopped the other ironmen who rushed out of the house.

"Stick the idea, forget it, forget it. ”

......

In the afternoon, I finally saw Ning Caichen in front of a stall, and this guy was writing an inscription for someone else on a stone slab at this time?

Yes, it was the inscription, several old men were waiting on the side with wooden boards, while Ning Caichen was concentrating, holding a brush, and writing on one of the wooden boards.

I didn't bother him, but in a corner, with my back against the wall, I watched secretly.

After a while, Ning Caichen finished writing the wooden inscription, and several old men carefully took out a few black steamed buns, handed them to him, and then left in a hurry.

There was no business next, and it was almost dark, so Ning Caichen packed up the book basket, turned a street, came to a restaurant, and shouted: "Little second brother, bring me twenty steamed buns." ”

"Why are you again? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you hear, I'll buy it, twenty of them, not one less, make good flour, big and sweet, otherwise don't." ”

Ning Caichen took out a copper coin from the book basket and threw it into the arms of the shopkeeper: "Then, the money is here, do you count enough." ”

Where did the shopkeeper want to count, he really didn't want to contact Ning Caichen, especially when he felt that the shopkeeper's eyes were getting more and more stern, he felt cold sweat coming out of his body, and without saying a word, he proposed a bag from the kitchen: "There are twenty-one steamed buns here, more are for you, go quickly." ”

Ning Caichen snorted coldly, took the bag, took out a steamed bun from it, and threw it to the shopkeeper: "The gentleman is not subject to the food that comes, you take it, you don't need to send it, this son will go by himself." ”

With that, he put the bag in the book basket, covered it with rags, and walked out with his head held high.

The shopkeeper held a steamed bun and looked at Ning Caichen's background blankly, and it took a long time to come back to his senses: "Bah, it's still a gentleman, a poor one." ”

Ning Caichen went out of the store, saw that it was getting late, and didn't dare to stay longer, so he walked out of the city, just out of the city, he saw someone on the side of the road who was dying of hunger, walked a few steps forward, and retreated, hesitated, untied the book basket, took out a steamed bun from it, and handed it over.

"Steamed buns?"

The hungry and dying man saw the steamed bun, struggled to get up, snatched the steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth, and the people next to him saw it and stepped forward one after another.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't rob it, I'm angry if I rob it again. ”

After a while, Ning Caichen wanted to cry without tears, looking at the book basket that was almost torn, there was not a single steamed bun in it, it was all robbed, and he only hated himself for being soft-hearted, so he shouldn't give charity.

Looking at the suffering people who were fighting over there because of a steamed bun, he couldn't get angry, so he only sighed, and carefully touched his chest, fortunately, he was clever, and there were still four or five black-faced steamed buns left to write inscriptions.

"What a nerd. ”

Suddenly, he vaguely heard someone talking, as if it was in his ear, looked left and right, and saw no figure: "Who, who is talking?"

No one agreed, but I felt cold, I didn't dare to stay longer, packed up the book basket, and ran in the direction of Lanruo Temple.

(Chapter 3, Asking for Recommendations)