The young hawker's sudden slap made the old hawker named Lao Wang fall to the ground in fright, and also called the old hawker back from his stunned state.

After seeing the young hawker's appearance clearly, Lao Wang got up and patted the dust on his buttocks, straightened the low stool and sat down, shook his head at the young hawker, and replied, "No, nothing." ”

The young peddler, who was familiar with his temperament, knew that Lao Wang was talking nonsense with his eyes open, so he immediately squatted down and leaned on Lao Wang, squeezed half a low stool and sat down, and then took out two paper bags from his arms.

The paper bag was one large and one small, one round and one side, Fang Yi took it out of the young hawker's arms, and a strong smell of tobacco wafted around the two of them.

The young hawker first opened the square paper bag and took out a rectangular piece of paper half a palm long and three fingers wide, then the young hawker opened a fist-sized round paper bag, pinched out a pinch of tobacco from it, sprinkled it evenly on the paper taken out earlier, and finally rolled the paper up.

"Lao Wang, come, take a bite first. ”

The young hawker sent the rolled cigarette to Lao Wang's mouth, and after Lao Wang held it firmly, he took out the fire fold and lit it for him, and when a wisp of choking smoke came out of Lao Wang's mouth and nose, the young hawker smiled and said: "Lao Wang, don't hide everything, say it and let the juniors see it." If you say you can't say it, then it's better if I haven't asked. ”

"It's not something that can't be said. It's just that this is all my guess, and I don't know if it's accurate. ”

Lao Wang exhaled a puff of smoke like mist, and when the smoke lingered around, he opened his mouth and replied.

"You say, you say, whether it's accurate or not, I'll just listen. ”

When the young hawker heard this, he knew that there was a play, and immediately urged him again and again.

Seeing the young hawker like this, Lao Wang immediately shook his head and smiled, and said, "It was when I was seventeen years old, and there was a gentleman named Chen San in our Gancheng......

When the young peddler listened to Lao Wang's recounting of the old past, Chen San had already walked under the city gate, and without queuing, he walked straight through the merchants and pedestrians to the city.

There is a plaque hanging on the gate of the small city, and the word Gancheng is written on it.

The officers and soldiers under the city gate had already seen the moment when Chen San had lowered his light to show his figure, and when they saw Chen Sanxing coming, they all looked down at their toes.

The same is true of the pedestrians and merchants queuing up to enter the city, all of them are looking down on their toes and slowly moving forward, only the two officers and soldiers who collect the tax to enter the city are forced to scan the merchants and pedestrians around them with their eyes cowering.

Chen San didn't care about the scene he caused, and walked slowly on the city avenue after passing through the city gate.

Just as the scene of Chen San being allowed to return home from Qingyunmen at the end of two years reappeared, Chen San, who was walking slowly on the avenue in the city, kept looking back and forth with his eyes, and had to look carefully at every scene and every thing.

In Chen San's eyes, the buildings on both sides of the pedestrian avenue are different from old to new, all kinds of shops are displayed along the avenue, and outside the store door are customers who keep coming in and out, a prosperous and lively scene.

However, this cannot overlap with Chen Sansi's images in the sea. 17

The buildings on both sides of the avenue were old in Chen San's sea of thoughts, and the new ones were old in Chen San's sea of thoughts.

Except for a very few shops on the street, restaurants have been turned into cloth shops, silver shops have been turned into iron shops, and most of the shops are no longer the industry in Chen San's memory.

The residents in the city are even more, looking all the way, Chen San can only see some vaguely familiar people. Among these residents that Chen San is familiar with, up to the twilight, it is the residents that Chen San knows are old, and down to the children, which are the babies born to the residents that Chen San knows.

A touch of sadness appeared in Chen San's eyes, even so, Chen San still looked at it carefully all the way, and never missed a scene or thing.

Chen San was originally born in a wealthy family, and has served as an elder of the Lingyin Sect for more than 20 years, and he has the temperament of a long-time high-ranking person, and along the way, he has slowly looked around, which is easy to attract the attention of pedestrians.

Because Chen San put away the unique aura of an immortal cultivator, passers-by thought that Chen San was the son of a rich man.

It's just that the son of this rich man is also very strange, he doesn't talk about the little guy next to him, and he seems to have never seen the world, and he can't stop looking at the scenes and things in the small town.

There are many pedestrians from outside the city all year round, and naturally all kinds of people are mixed in it, and the residents in the city have long been surprised, and they all ignore Chen San after a few glances.

However, when Chen San walked all the way, there would always be a few passers-by or shop owners who looked at Chen San intently, just like the old Wang outside the city, and kept muttering to himself: "Like! How can there be a person in the world who is so similar to that person!?"

Chen San is like this, while reminiscing about the past and wanting to find the scene of his youth, he walks slowly in the direction of his home.

On the road, in addition to some residents who were familiar with Chen San, there were also some strong men with unkind eyes and ruffian faces following behind him. It wasn't until Chen San walked to a city in the east of the small city that the strong man behind him looked helpless, scolded in a low voice and turned around and left.

This small town is a series of majestic and luxurious mansions, surrounded by a tall wall, leaving an exit gate on each avenue, and the gate is guarded by four strong men.

The gate gate is very wide, allowing two carriages to enter and exit at the same time, and only five of the nine gates are open.

The strong man guarding at the gate of the gate beckons the rich people in the city to come in and out all the year round, and has his own unique set in distinguishing people. The four strong men only glanced at Chen San, although they found that they didn't know this person, but the temperament of the superior on Chen San's body was visible at a glance, so after a glance, the four strong men looked at the ruffian man not far behind Chen San.

Passing through the gate, Chen San still looked left and right, his eyes couldn't help but sweep the luxurious and majestic mansions on the left and right of the avenue, and muttered to himself: "This is the Zhang Mansion of Zhang Xiaozi's family...... This is the palace of Wang Wan'er's family...... It seems that Li Zhi's family is either in the middle of the road or has moved elsewhere. ”

Chen San seems to be a tourist revisiting the old place, and every time he sees a mansion, he has to mutter, looking nostalgic and touching.

It's just that with the continuous marching, Chen San's body trembled slightly since he saw the small city, and he trembled even more after arriving in this urban area.

Especially when he was about to walk to the end of the avenue, a gate was inlaid with a plaque, and the plaque had the word Chen Fu written on it, Chen San's body trembled even more violently, his legs were like a hanging mountain, and he took a step forward for a long time.

"May I ask who Childe is, and where are you going?"

Suddenly, a seemingly polite but unkind question came to Chen San's ears from behind him.