A strange commotion rang out outside the south gate of the bazaar.

The standing log began to tilt and move.

This means that someone is starting to move the standing log.

Countless complicated eyes converged on this person.

It seemed to be a stranger, with big hands and feet, dressed in the clothes of an ordinary porter, and this man was also very silent, and since he had moved the standing log, he had only walked slowly with his head hanging without saying a word, wrapped in countless voices.

This standing log really doesn't seem to be heavy.

However, the standing log was very long, and even if the porter carried it on his shoulder, it was not very convenient to pass through some streets and alleys, so he did not walk very fast.

An old man set up a chess stall, and no one played chess with him.

He held his chess pieces and seemed to be playing with himself.

The porter carrying the long log would soon pass the street in front of him.

At this moment, a young girl walked up to him.

"Can you play chess?"

The old man looked at the girl who was quietly looking at him and asked.

The girl shook her head and said, "No." ”

The old man said, "Then what are you going to do?"

The girl said, "Stop you from killing." ”

The old man smiled.

He smiled naturally, even with sincerity and gentleness.

"You're really no match for me. ”

He looked at the girl and said, "I know you are Yan Xinlan, and I have seen you compete with swords." ”

"What you say may be true, but I'm better known than you. Yan Xinlan looked at him and said, "There should be many people here who have seen me compete with swords like you." ”

Say that.

She drew her sword.

Her sword suddenly became bright in the sunlight.

Because she has already injected the true element.

The subtle runes of the Jasmine Sword, which were usually difficult to see with the naked eye, began to glow, and then bloomed with many white flowers.

"Jasmine Sword?"

"Yan Xinlan of Bashan Sword Field?"

"Are you going to compete with swords here?"

A lot of exclamations rang out at the same time.

Many people had been watching the porter carrying the wooden pillar, but in an instant, all their eyes were focused on the place, and many people immediately gathered around.

The old man looked at the human wall around him that was instantly enclosed, and he was completely stunned.

Yan Xinlan calmly poured the true yuan, and the white and subtle flowers continued to bloom on the sword body.

"A good sword indeed. ”

The old man laughed with emotion.

He was an old man with no name, but he was also a quick assassin who was quick to shoot and quick to escape.

He had never missed a game before, so he was able to live a long time.

He even had the confidence to escape from the Shendu Prison after killing Yan Xinlan and the porter carrying the wood.

"You're not afraid that I'll go on a killing spree?"

He slowly put away the chessboard, then looked at the calm and determined girl and asked.

"That doesn't make sense. Yan Xinlan shook her head and said softly: "After that, everyone's attention will be on a cultivator here who kills innocents indiscriminately, and no one will think that the main messenger behind this just wants this wood bearer to die." ”

The old man shook his head with emotion.

He knew that Yan Xinlan had indeed thought it through.

He knew that because of Yan Xinlan's actions, there must have been people from the Divine Capital Prison eyeing him at this time.

It is not advisable to stay here for long.

He hunched over and retreated into a grocery store behind him, quickly disappearing into the shadows.

Yan Xinlan put away her sword.

The porter carrying the wood had already walked not far behind her.

"That's?"

But not far in front of the porter, there were more exclamations and clamour.

"Wang Jingmeng! It's Wang Jingmeng of Bashan Sword Field!"

Yan Xinlan landed on the other side of the street.

Wang Jingmeng was walking out of an alley, and he seemed to be looking at the porter with curiosity, wondering if the porter would really get a reward for carrying the long log outside the north gate of the market.

However, as his footsteps moved, the footsteps of everyone in the street seemed to naturally tilt towards him.

The porter's surroundings were instantly empty.

Yan Xinlan looked at such a picture, and she was even more sure that what Wang Jingmeng said was right.

The sword weapon list is just a false name, and the sword head in the world is just a false name, but sometimes fame can do a lot of things.

Not just to make people remember your sword, but also to make people remember your sword.

So a lot of times, fame is associated with face.

......

There is a three-storey restaurant in this bazaar.

This restaurant is called Tianwang Restaurant.

The name is very ordinary, except that almost all the people in the bazaar have never been to the three floors of the restaurant.

It's not because of the money, but because the three floors of the restaurant are not open to diners at all.

Just when Wang Jingmeng's appearance caused many people to exclaim, a window on the third floor of this restaurant was opened.

But this window is not pushed open from the inside, but from the outside.

Lin Cookjiu jumped into the restaurant from the window.

There is only one private room on the third floor of the restaurant.

In the center of the room sat a young man.

The young man had a handsome face and a peaceful face, but he just glanced at Lin Zhuanjiu coldly, but his gaze was as sharp as an eagle falcon seeing its prey in the sky.

"This is my private place, and if you trespass, I could kill you. He raised his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Boiling, and said as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"I know this is your place, but I also know you're not going to kill me. Lin Zhuanjiu looked at him with a smile and said, "Because I am Lin Zhujiu, you are a night owl." ”

The night owl looked at Lin Cookjiu, his brow furrowed.

"You are the leader of the gang in Changling, and you are watching the largest bazaar in Changling, if something happens here, if this wood-bearer dies on the street, you will already be inseparable. If I all die here, you will never get out. Lin Zhujiu didn't seem to notice his displeasure, but just said as if he were talking about ordinary things.

The night owl's brows slowly loosened, he had seen Lin Zhujiu from a distance, but at this time, as if he had seen it for the first time, he looked at Lin Zhujiu's eyebrows seriously, and then said, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to stay here and watch you, or if you want, I can ask you for a drink. Lin Zhujiu smiled and said, "My name is Lin Zhujiu, and the wine I cook is really delicious." ”

"Do nothing, look at me, is it useful?" the night owl laughed as well.

He was wearing a black brocade robe at this time, and his teeth were already very white, but now they appeared even whiter, so white that people even felt that they were flashing with cold light.

"At least it allows you to call the shots without being open-minded. Lin Zhujiu said unabashedly.

"There's probably more to what you really think. ”

The night owl lowered his head slightly, raised his head again, and said, "You stayed with me for a long time today, you want to arouse many people's suspicions. You want a lot of people to think that maybe I might be on your side. ”