The old Taoist priest glanced at Wen Fan, took another sip of wine, and said leisurely: "Everything has its own fixed number, if the old Taoist falls off the horse! It is also a fixed number, what is there to be surprised! But you are a little friend, you ......" At this time, the old Taoist priest sat up, glanced at Wen Fan fixedly, and continued: "You are red and black in the hall, I don't know if this trip is a blessing or a curse!"

After speaking, the deer and horses passed by Wen Fan and went backwards, Wen Fan felt inexplicable, this old Taoist priest, I reminded him to be careful not to fall off the horse, but he told me that this trip is unpredictable, he is really a strange person! I just went to test and open the talent, what is the blessing and disadvantage? Wen Fan thought, and looked back at the deer and horse who were gradually leaving. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Little friend, he is destined to meet again!hahaha!" The old Taoist priest suddenly said such a sentence without a beginning or an end, which made Wen Fan feel even more difficult to understand, and when he was about to ask, he saw that the old Taoist priest had already walked away, lying on horseback again, and chanting poems intermittently, ".... Life is short of yin and yang...... The sun and the moon are long in the pot!"

"It's not a weirdo, it's a master!" Wen Fan thought to himself, he looked up at the sky, and then looked ahead, "It's better to rush to Nancheng first!"

The sun was in the middle of the sky, and when he walked until noon, he finally saw the tall city wall of Nancheng from a distance, Wen Fan was inexplicably happy, and his steps became much brisker.

After paying the entrance fee to the city, entering the city, looking at the busy traffic around him, Wen Fan felt that it was a novelty, he had only been to Nancheng once, he was still young at that time, and then he grew up and wanted to come, but he couldn't afford to pay the high entrance fee!

Now in the streets of Nancheng, Wen Fan is like a wild horse on the loose, look at this, go shopping, he can observe an ordinary thing for a long time, and the things on the street stalls make him even more interested, touch it, take a look, but he is always despised by the stall owner, scolding and scolding a "soil bun", and then stopping him!

"Tu Baozi!" Although he heard these words, he was so excited, but he didn't take it to heart! But he was scolded as "Tu Baozi!" and "Little Beggar" and the like when he walked a few places, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry, and looked at himself for a week! "Am I dirty?" Wen Fan couldn't help but ask himself, "But it's just a little tattered! At least it's very clean!"

"But I still have to buy a piece of clothing! It's a little inappropriate to go to Nancheng Academy like this!" Wen Fan thought to himself, but he looked around, but he was at a loss, Nancheng was so big, he was not familiar with it, what kind of treasures were sold all around, where to buy clothes? I wanted to find someone to ask, but as soon as I stepped forward, I was disgusted and avoided! Wen Fan could only look around, looking around.

"Ahh

Wen Fan felt that he had bumped into someone, but he didn't expect it to be such a son-in-law! He was about to apologize, but he heard the brocade-clothed boy scolding himself: "It's really unlucky, I just went out and bumped into the plague god!" Forget it, this young master is in a good mood, and he is too lazy to worry about a beggar!" and then ordered the guards behind him, "Uncle Zhang, let's go buy a dress first, this one can't be worn!"

The man named Uncle Zhang did not express his opinion, and followed directly behind the boy in brocade.

Listening to the young man's mouth by mouth, one by one beggar, Wen Fan was secretly angry in his heart, but when he heard the words behind him, his eyes rolled, "Buy clothes, can't I follow them?"

So Wen Fan followed them from a distance, and after half an hour, he saw the two of them enter a store, and Wen Fan did not hesitate and followed in!

As soon as I entered the door, the shopkeeper was bored and said, "Go, go! There is no charity here!"

Wen Fan's heart suddenly became a little angry, all the way over, he was regarded as a dirt bun, a little beggar, no matter how good his patience was, he couldn't hold it anymore!

"Smack!" he slapped a tael of silver on the counter, and said arrogantly, "I want a swordsman suit!"

The subordinate stared at the silver, then looked at Wen Fan, his face softened slightly, and explained: "The swordsman uniform in our store costs five taels!"

"Five taels!" Wen Fan was secretly shocked in his heart, this dress is so expensive, it is less than one tael to make one outside! But five taels is five taels! It is better than always being recognized as a beggar! He thought to himself, and took out four taels and put them on the table! The ten taels of silver he brought with him when he went out were half gone.

At this time, the attitude of the subordinate instantly became enthusiastic, and he took Wen Fan to a place, pointed to the swordsmen around him and said, "Childe, you can pick and choose, you can go to the dressing room over there to change clothes!"

Wen Fan nodded, picked out clothes, he didn't have that leisure, he found a suitable one, then walked into the changing room, took down all the things on his body, bow, crossbow, phantom sword, golden dew grass, secret tips and silver, and after changing into a swordsman uniform, he put them on his body one by one!

Looking at the young man in the bronze mirror, although he was not very good-eyed, but his dark cheeks were with a hint of heroism and a hint of fortitude, Wen Fan looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and then pinched the tattered clothes before and walked out of the changing room!

"Where's my silver? I obviously brought fifty taels, why is it gone?"

Wen Fan looked at it, it was the boy in brocade, it seemed that he had lost the silver, and he was trying to find a way, searched his body, but he didn't find it! He looked around the ground again, but there was still no gain! There was a circle of people around him, including people from the shop and customers buying clothes.

Wen Fan was naturally too lazy to take care of the affairs of a family son, he was now looking for a place to eat, and then go to Nancheng Academy, so he walked towards the door, and then threw the shabby clothes in his hand to the foot of the door.

When he threw down his old clothes, the brocade boy suddenly pointed at him and shouted: "It's him, that little beggar, he must have stolen my silver!

Listening to the shouting of the boy in brocade, the people around him looked over together, and the middle-aged guard named Uncle Zhang was slowly approaching!

"I didn't steal! And I'm not a beggar!" Wen Fan said with a dark face!

However, the brocade-clothed boy obviously didn't believe it, and said confidently: "I didn't steal it, okay! Uncle Zhang! You go and search him!"

Wen Fan was angry in his heart, the people of this family were really unreasonable, they didn't steal, they didn't steal, and they even had to search their bodies! Seeing Uncle Zhang approaching step by step, Wen Fan's first thought was to run! "Body search, what are you kidding, Jin Lucao and secret tips are all on your body, if they are searched, who knows if you will take them for yourself!"

Wen Fan turned around, and his vigorous skills were like cheetahs in the mountains!

However, Uncle Zhang was not slow, and when he saw Wen Fan fleeing, he chased after him, getting closer and closer! Drawing his sword in a hurry! At this time, the boy in brocade also went out, shouting vigorously: "Uncle Zhang, kill him! Kill that little beggar!"

The piercing voice behind him made Wen Fan angry, "If you steal the silver, you will put someone to death, not to mention that I haven't stolen it yet!

As he ran, he took out his bow and crossbow, and his body suddenly limped, and then aimed at the brocade-clothed boy and pressed the mechanism.

"Whoosh!" The crossbow arrow rushed away, but Wen Fan didn't have the ability to pierce Yang in a hundred steps, and the arrow only scratched his left arm!

This arrow didn't hit, which made the brocade-clothed boy cry out: "Uncle Zhang, kill him, you must kill him!"

That Uncle Zhang was also angry, but he didn't expect Wen Fan to bite back, almost taking the young master's life, so his pace accelerated even more!

Hachijo... Liuzhang... Sizhang, seeing that he was about to catch up, "Ah!" There was a miserable scream behind him, Uncle Zhang suddenly paused, looked behind him, and saw the boy in brocade covering his left arm, screaming while stomping on the ground with his foot!

Uncle Zhang was anxious, glanced at Wen Fan's direction again, and threw the sword in his hand!

However, the moment he threw the sword, Wen Fan had a premonition that there would be a crisis behind him, piercing his back, and in a hurry, he suddenly stepped forward, just avoiding the flying long sword sword, the long sword was thrown into the air, and landed on the street in front of him, with a soft sound, and after Wen Fan followed, he immediately got up and continued to run forward.