This street is called Yigu Street, and it is more like a bluestone alley full of stalls.

Yigu Street is located in the periphery of the west of the city, close to the vast Qingyu Lake, the west wind helps, the smoke and mist surge, the alley is shrouded in thin smoke and sand, the mist is combined with the glow, the light and mist are dense, the alley is more ethereal and soft, as if the graceful water town in the painting, but unfortunately there is no girl holding a paper umbrella......

The alley stalls are one after the other, until the end.

The stalls are filled with all kinds of strange stones, broken objects, and ancient weapons, which are dazzling, all of which are obtained from ancient places and ruins, and it is from this that the ancient street is named.

To put it bluntly, the stalls are full of worthless broken copper and iron.

However, there are often stories of getting opportunities from broken antiquities, such as getting a few amazing pills from broken gourds, such as getting the true meaning of kendo from broken swords, and so on......

These stories can be verified, so there are cultivators who buy these broken copper and iron that they think they have a chance to do, just like buying a lottery ticket, knowing that the chances are slim, and there are always people who are happy to do it.

As a result, there is a business like the ancient stall, which is endlessly legendary and the business is endless.

Su Ming would walk through this street almost every time, just like the people who came here to "hunt for treasures", take a look around, and occasionally buy some, probably because of the hopelessness of cultivation and some luck.

Fang Yue chose to wait for Su Ming on this street, of course he had his plans and arrangements, and in four days, Su Ming was going to fight to the death with Liang Feng, and his thoughts on improving his cultivation and strength were extremely urgent.

Su Ming is now like a drowning person, even if there is a straw, she will hold on tightly.

He knows this kind of psychology very well, so it is not difficult for Su Ming to "deal with".

He has ninety-nine eighty-one routines that make Su Ming ecstatic to become his first host, well, it's a little exaggerated, the old problem of bragging can't be changed, half of it, there are still nine ways......

After careful consideration, he decided to use the most simple and reliable method, but there was no trace of it.

After all, if you fail in the first operation, it will hurt too much!

Fang Yue looked at the sky and felt that Su Ming was almost time to come, so he walked around the street to take a look, no different from a treasure hunter, but Yu Guang paid attention to the street.

It didn't take long for Yu Guang to notice two people coming from the street.

One was wearing a snow-white sword cultivation suit, dressed elegantly and nobly, and behind him was followed by a Tsing Yi sword cultivator, who was of the same age, and should be an entourage.

Combined with Lin Lang's description, this person must be Su Ming, the young master of the Su family, and his entourage is named Su Hui.

Fang Yue identified that the person was Su Ming, and remained silent, looking at Su Ming with his spare eyes.

Su Ming is dressed in a noble and plain manner, with a well-proportioned figure, slightly thin, and a handsome appearance.

However, his noble and pure dress could not hide his depressed atmosphere, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were blank, his face was like ashes, and the whole person was depressed and lifeless, as if he had no love.

Fang Yue nodded secretly, the situation was similar to what he thought, well, then I can rest assured!

The tragic experience, now frustrated, is really sympathetic, the qualifications are quite high, should be high-spirited and proud of the same generation, but it was ruined on a woman, hey, blind qualifications, I have to take it as a warning!

Su Ming was still some distance away, Fang Yue retracted his gaze, put down the things in his hand, and walked to another stall, which was the stall he chose to make a fuss.

The stall is not high, drowsy and confused, and more importantly, the location of this stall is very delicate.

There is a big stall on the east side of this stall, and the stall is protruding, and people who pass by in front will subconsciously go around.

At this time, the sun is slanting in the west, and the sunlight is just shining through the low wall, and after bypassing the big stalls, the sunlight happens to shine on people's faces, and they are directly exposed to the sun, and people will always move down to avoid their gaze, and they just look at the stall where they are.

This plan is one of his several plans, with the help of the pattern, environment and time lighting of this place, there is absolutely no trace of deliberate artificiality, it is natural, and no one can see the flaws.

Fang Yue picked up a broken bronze ancient lamp that was determined to be operable in advance, the ancient lamp was about seven or eight inches high, a bit similar to the open white porcelain bottle of Moutai, and there were net-like cracks in the body of the oil lamp below, which looked nothing special.

The stall owner glanced at Fang Yue sleepily, not caring about Fang Yue, and observing the ancient lantern over and over again by Fang Yue.

Fang Yue avoided the stall owner's gaze, covered it with his sleeve slightly, completed the "operation", and put down the ancient lamp with no interest, just turning the cracked side of the ancient lamp towards the east.

Then, Fang Yue picked up a long knife that was broken in two, and tasted it carefully.

Today, Su Ming was absent-minded, and subconsciously walked to Yigu Street, but he didn't take a look like in the past, his eyes were blank and not focused, thinking about the familiar delicate face and Liang Fengpo who made him hate it.

Two years have passed, and now I don't think about it as shame and hatred as I used to be.

However, whenever I think about it, there is still a burst of unwillingness and resentment in my heart, why did Zhou Lingmeng and his childhood sweetheart hang out with Liang Fengpo? Why can others break through, but he stops there?

Su Ming's heart was filled with bitterness and despair, he hated the injustice of heaven back then, and now his heart is like ashes.

Thinking of the duel four days later, he couldn't help but feel sad, it was a duel without any suspense.

He took the initiative to write a war letter not on the spur of the moment, but felt that people have to be a little bloody in life, even if they are invincible, even if they die, he is not willing to retreat, and he will never hide in the shadows like a weak person and feel sorry for himself......

If you can't stand up, then die!

Thinking like this, Su Ming surged with a resolute will to die generously, and walked forward like a puppet.

A beam of sunlight shone over, Su Ming felt dazzling, and subconsciously turned her head sideways, and her eyes were on the stall on the side.

I saw a broken bronze ancient lamp on the stall, and a kind of light seeping out of the bronze gap, the halo flickered slightly, and then disappeared completely.

The ancient lamp seemed to be a little strange! As soon as Su Ming's heart moved, the luck psychology that he could turn the desperate situation around if he got the opportunity suddenly surged, and his gaze at the ancient lamp became particularly eager.

No matter what kind of miracle this ancient lamp has, in short, there is a secret hidden in nine times out of ten, and it may not be a treasure.

Su Ming quickened her pace, quickly came to the side of the stall, and was about to reach out to pick up the ancient lamp.

However, at this time, the other hand picked up the ancient lamp first, and the one who picked up the ancient lamp was a sword cultivation boy with a somewhat sassy and sharp demeanor, who seemed to smile without a smile, which made people feel kind and kind.

Su Ming's hand was in the air, and he withdrew his hand by pulling the hem of his clothes in disguise, anxious in his heart, hoping that the sword cultivation boy would not value this ancient lamp, and he would buy it after putting it down.

However, he heard the sword cultivation boy affirm: "Stallholder, I want this, how many spirit beads?"

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