This is the city of Foduo in the Western Regions, the houses in the city are mostly yellow brick glazed tile buildings, under the sunlight, the whole city is a brilliant golden yellow from a distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Different from the many believers in Taoism in the Central Plains, every family worships Buddha here, every household recites sutras, and the vast majority of people believe in Shakyaism.

Seventy percent of the people in the city of Buddha are Hu people, two percent are people from the Central Plains who worship Buddha, and one percent are people of all kinds from all over the world, including dwarves who are only two feet tall, giants who are as tall as five feet, white people with blond hair and blue eyes, and black people with thick noses and curly hair.

A young Taoist priest walked on the street, his face was very handsome, but his cloak was scattered and his eyes were godless, and he did not have the slightest spirit of a cultivator on his body, plus the Taoist robe on his body was tattered, he looked like a beggar.

This person is carrying an ice coffin, holding a young son in his arms, and a little monkey crawling on his shoulder, it is Chen Jiannan, a genius of the Misty Immortal Sect.

His madness would come and go intermittently, sometimes for good, sometimes for bad, sometimes mild.

Chen Jiannan walked slowly on the street, his head turned left and right, his eyes looked here and there, and he didn't know what he was looking at, his eyes were not focused.

The wide street could accommodate four carriages side by side, and the pedestrians of all races and colors walked on either side of the street, and occasionally a carriage galloped by, and the sound of the groom driving the horses soon faded away.

On the street, there are people who sell vegetables, baked cakes, cold skins, cats and dogs and other pets, and there are also many artists who play monkeys and snakes, and there are also some artists who dance knives and guns.

Some of them are shouting loudly, and some are performing hard, trying to earn a few more copper plates to live.

On both sides of the street are mostly yellow brick glazed tile buildings, there are a few wooden buildings, the outside decoration is antique and antique shop, the humble is the meat bun shop, as well as teahouse, tavern, restaurant, inn, etc., each store door is displayed with flags, the gatehouse signboard is polished, from time to time from the store from the shop the voice of the second person shouting loudly to greet the guests.

Of course, there are also some herbal medicine pills and weapon magic weapon shops that serve cultivators, except for the occasional cultivator entering and leaving, ordinary people will not enter, and they dare not enter.

Chen Jiannan 'interested' in the monkey stall for a while, a few golden monkeys somersaults, erect dragonflies, ride three wheels, drill fire rings, the interesting scene made many spectators laugh, and some generously threw one or two copper plates in the broken bowl.

The little monkey was so angry that it climbed on the head of the big master, grinning and squeaking, pointing at the monkey artist and making a fierce move.

The monkey artist looked up at Chen Jiannan, and saw that it was a meat and vegetable monkey that no one would watch when he juggled this kind of juggling, so he didn't look at the little monkey again.

After watching the monkey for a while, Chen Jiannan walked forward, only to see many spectators in front of him gathered in a circle, much more than the people watching the monkey.

Chen Jiannan walked to the periphery of the crowd and looked inside, his height was a head taller than ordinary people, so he would not be blocked from view.

I saw an old man in his sixties in his sixties who looked quite kind and muscular in the middle of the crowd hugged his fists in all directions, and the audience immediately fell silent, and the old man said loudly with full of anger: "The old man Fang Baotian, his family is from Caohu, Zhongzhou, this is the dog Qingshan, who is one year old Chinese New Year's Eve today, and this is his beloved daughter Lushui, who is twenty-five years old this year." Accept the love of all the officials, come to your treasure to sell your arts, and earn a few copper plates to live. Ladies and gentlemen, those who have money hold a money field, and those who don't have money hold a personal field. The old man thanked you in advance. ”

After finishing the opening remarks, Fang Baotian hugged his fists again towards the four spectators.

The old man's son, Fang Qingshan, was a short, stout and rough man, with a messy beard on his face, and his eyebrows and eyes looked like an honest man.

Fang Qingshan saw that his father had finished speaking, and arched his hand towards the four directions with a knife, and then lit up the knife flower, dancing the knife light to the point of incomprehensible, which won a burst of applause from the audience.

The old man's daughter Fang Lushui was dressed in coarse cloth and was quite neat, with a black belt tied around her waist, a pair of big watery eyes were very energetic, and her upper circumference was very plump, although she couldn't say how dazzling she was, she also had a seven-eight-point appearance.

Fang Lushui danced the long knife with a flash, and with a soft click, he killed her eldest brother.

Fang Qingshan also let out a signature roar, jumped over with both legs, and fought with his sister.

The two brothers and sisters jumped in the field, at one time you forced me to make a few moves, and at one time I attacked you a few times, the sound of sharp weapons colliding crackled chaotically, and the sparks flashed at the impact, the audio-visual effect was very good, where did ordinary people understand, many people thought they were masters.

There were a few disciples in the audience who were staring at the woman's breasts with squinting eyes, and a few voices were judging her, and even a slight voice said what to do to her at night.

The brother and sister attacked each other for a long time, and they were both out of breath when they received the recruitment, and there were a few more copper plates in the straw hats placed in front of them.

After the first project was over, they quickly erected a ladder fifteen zhang high with horizontal knife steps, and were about to enter the second project, the knife ladder.

This ladder was originally ten zhang high, but because there were other performing arts juggling troupes using a fourteen-zhang high ladder, the eyes of the visitors were also high, so in order to have a fresh and exciting picture, they continued the ladder to five zhang.

In order to earn a few more copper plates, it is not okay to fall behind the opponent.

The two of them held on to the ladder, Fang Lushui hugged the surrounding audience with his pink fist, and then tightened his belt and climbed up.

Her hands stretched out to the sides to keep her balance, and she walked up step by step.

At first she walked with ease, but the higher she went, the more careful she became, because the higher she climbed, the more the ladder swayed.

The knives that made up the ladder flashed with cold light, and the top of the ladder shook violently, Fang Lushui seemed to fall down at any time, and the hearts of the spectators were also suspended.

Finally climbed to the top of the knife, and when Fang Lushui made a triumphant posture and looked down, there were cheers and cheers below.

With a click, the ladder snapped off, and the spectators below were all wide-eyed and wide-mouthed.

Fang Lushui screamed and fell down from above with the ladder, she was just an artist, her hand and foot kung fu was actually just a showcase, it didn't work, and her light body kung fu was even more superficial, and if she fell from such a height, she would be seriously injured if she didn't die.

The two men and sons below were also scared silly, they had the heart to catch the people who fell, but where could they do it.

At this time, a figure stepped into the air, grabbed Fang Lushui's wrist, and fell lightly.

Fang Lushui was rescued, and she was a little frightened at first, but when she looked up, she saw that the person who saved her had a fierce face.

The man was dressed as a bearded man, with a lot of scars of different shades on his face, and tattoos with demonic images, his facial features were a mess, his face was ugly, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

The man was still holding on to her wrist.

Fang Lushui was taken aback by his dignity at first, and then bowed to Yingying, thanking him for saving his life.

The man seemed to be a wicked man, but the first words were like a good man,

"You don't have to thank me, our family is a good person. ”

After saying the first sentence, I saw him smile ruefully, and the second sentence revealed his true nature.

"Lao Tzu saved your life, and you don't lose by sleeping with Lao Tzu at night. ”

As soon as the wicked's words fell, the sword light flashed in the air, and with a 'poof' sound, a hideous blood hole appeared in the wicked's chest, and the blood was all over Fang Lushui.

The wicked man no longer had the strength to do evil, he opened his mouth wide, pointed at Fang Lushui, and fell tremblingly in a pool of blood, twitching like a toad that had been electrocuted, and soon lost his breath.

Suddenly, Fang Lushui was so frightened that his face turned pale, there was a commotion in the crowd, and everyone was fleeing from the land of right and wrong.

It was still Fang Baotian's old Jianghu, he hugged his fists and said to the person who emitted the sword light from nowhere: "Engong saved the little girl, and our family will feel Engong's great kindness for the rest of our lives." ”

The person who came out of the sword was naturally Chen Jiannan, and he had disappeared at this time.

There was a murder, of course Fang Baotian didn't dare to stay, and the three of them hurriedly returned to the residence with his children to pack up and flee without mentioning it.

Leaving the land of right and wrong, Chen Jiannan's heart was not shocked, and he walked on the street as usual.

Xiuzhen Bao has a large circulation, and half of the people on this street know Chen Jiannan's face, but his cloak is dusty and his robe is shabby, so no one will even take a serious look at him.

He was also standing on the periphery to see the acrobatics, and the spectators were attracted by the wonderful show, where would they notice a sloppy and weird Taoist next to him, but a few spectators next to him were driven away by the cold air of the ice coffin.

Walking further, Chen Jiannan heard the sonorous and powerful drumming, the beautiful sound of the Qiang flute, and the melodious and tactful singing of the singer, the melody had many beautiful transinations and bends, and the music was full of alien feelings.

Chen Jiannan raised his head, it turned out that the beautiful music came from the second floor of the mahogany structure teahouse in front of him,

I don't know if I was attracted by music or because I was thirsty, Chen Jiannan Shi Ran walked into the teahouse.

Xiao Er of the teahouse saw a Taoist with messy hair and a tattered robe walking in, and hurriedly ran towards him.

Xiao Er blocked the way, looked Chen Jiannan up and down, and then took out a piece of broken silver from his waist, threw it in his hand, caught it, threw it up, and caught it.

"Do you have this thing?" Xiao Er looked at Chen Jiannan triumphantly, and the meaning of his words was to let him get out.

Chen Jiannan's hand stretched out and took the broken silver he threw high.

Xiao Er was startled, thinking that the poor baredevils were going to rob him of his silver, so he croaked and pounced, trying to snatch back his silver.

Unexpectedly, the sloppy Taoist who grabbed the silver had a lot of energy, Xiao Er was short and thin, and an ordinary strong man could knock him down with one punch, where could he get close to Chen Jiannan's body.

Chen Jiannan looked at Xiao Er's embarrassed appearance, his three fingers pinched, and in the blink of an eye, the broken silver was crumpled into fine silver powder, which was scattered from his fingers.

Xiao Er's mouth opened into an 'O' shape, and his expression seemed to be a ghost.