"Mr. Bai?"

Suddenly, the sound of a warbler jumped in my ears.

Wang Manxiu was suddenly agitated, and quickly turned around.

I saw a touch of a white dress, blinking my watery eyes, curiously tiptoeing and looking at his eyebrows.

Behind her, there were also two black-clad shirts, and although the expression on their faces was not extremely vigilant, they were still the same cautious appearance, observing the surrounding streets.

...... I almost forgot that Xiaosheng didn't come to the street alone.

Wang Manxiu breathed a sigh of relief, smiled faintly, held the sheath Qinghe in his left hand, and saluted the white skirt with his right hand: "Miss Yan." ”

The girl blinked, glanced at the purple skirt at the front, and whispered, "What was Mr. looking at just now?"

Bai Yi suddenly showed a somewhat cramped look, quickly coughed lightly, glanced around his body, put on that comfortable and indifferent smile, and said softly: "I'm looking at this really brilliant city." ”

As he spoke, he quietly turned around and looked at the scenery of the city with the girl.

I saw that on the brick and stone avenue where three carriages could walk side by side, on the eaves of the mountain tops, and on the drum tower and bell tower at the entrance of the street in the distance, they were all covered with a layer of earthy yellow gravel that was not thin or thick, like a curtain of golden veil, vaguely covering its original appearance—I don't know if this hazy texture like the moonlight at night was the original feature of this real city, or just a waste of time.

As for the passers-by who walked on the streets, no matter whether they were tall or low, rich or poor, they did indeed wear a veil and mask of different colors and materials, covering their mouths, noses and necks, and only showing their foreheads and eyebrows and eyes, which was strange.

However, the pedestrians' dress is not because the people in this city are all doing the unsightly livelihood of gentlemen on the beam, killing people and selling goods - even if this is indeed a Qimen City, but now the real Qimen people in the city are only one or two percent, so naturally there is not much anger to hide.

Their outfit is actually just to deal with those flying sand and rocks that are about to dance at any time. Zhenhuang City is located in the desert, and it is naturally indispensable to be served by the desert wind and smoke on weekdays. If these people living in Zhenhuang City don't cover their faces like this, I'm afraid that at the end of the day, they will be able to eat enough just to eat sand.

But then again, even if you know that these pedestrians are actually children of good families, their posture of covering their faces is not much different from the 'thieves of the Western Regions' described in the market - no wonder Zhang Shanli Shi behind the white-clothed Zhang Shan Li Shi will have a frowning appearance.

Wang Manxiu smiled faintly, raised his sword and bent down, picked up the brocade cover that fell next to his feet, and waved his sleeves to dust off it.

Zhong Liyan stepped forward gently, tilted his head slightly, and the green silk hung down to the white skirt, looking at the colorful flag in his hand.

"The Xu family...... Business Bureau. ”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, read the words on the cover, and murmured softly.

Bai Yi blinked slightly, glanced at the four characters on the flag, and said with a slightly surprised face: "Miss Yan, do you know the real dragon Xiao Seal?"

The girl pursed her lips and said softly, her right hand was unconsciously clenched in her heart, Ruo Xi Shi covered her heart, and whispered: "Before...... Uncle Hu taught me a little bit. ”

As soon as these words came out, Bai Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, was stunned, and immediately subconsciously glanced around the street. After confirming that he couldn't see the figure of the green clothes and brocade robes, he sighed lightly, bowed to the girl's chin and apologized, and said, "I'm sorry, I reminded Miss Yan of the unpleasant memories." ”

If Wang Manxiu is not mistaken, the Uncle Hu in her mouth should be the one who died in the night of Pingshui because of the children of the Yin family...... The old man who passed away.

Although it is rare to be in Qimen, such a life-and-death parting has long been sparse and common, but the people in Qimen are also human beings, and they will never forget the unforgettable love, hatred and hatred - for her in front of her, the death of that day and night is probably the same as when she was captured by Fuliu on the Ninglin Mountain, and it is difficult to let go.

"No, it's okay...... I don't care anymore. ”

Suddenly, there was a soft voice beside him.

The white clothes bowed their heads, looked at her with clenched fists and trembling shoulders slightly, and sighed softly.

He didn't say anything more, just patted the golden façade lightly, turned sideways, and looked out into the street.

It was a small shop with strange paper lamps hanging outside. The storefront is quite atmospheric, and the two yellow wooden doors are half open, which should be to avoid the wind and sand, but there is quite a kind of feeling like holding the pipa and half covering the face, which makes people can't help but want to go into the house to peek one or two.

Wang Manxiu raised his eyes and glanced at the words 'Xu Ji Strange Goods' in gold on a black background on the plaque of the store, and then caught a glimpse of the broken half of the bamboo pole next to it, which was no different from the bamboo pole on the guise in his hand.

He looked around at the pedestrians in the street, and after a little thought, he used to use the flag to return the thing to its place.

However, before the strange light in his pupils flickered, he suddenly heard a 'squeak-', and the two yellow wooden doors were suddenly opened.

The white clothes and white skirts are all in one row, and they look sideways.

I saw that the person who walked out of the door was not a beautiful woman with a seductive appearance, but a thin old man wearing a simple robe and his eyes narrowed slightly. The old man's hair is sparse, but he still has to tie his hair in the style of a real dragon hairpin and tie it on the top of his head, so that his entire forehead is bare, and there is some meaning of 'noble man' - however, his slightly arched waist and humble posture with his hands wrapped in front of him have smoothed out this meaning almost to the ground.

The old man stepped on the threshold of the shop with his feet raised his feet, waved his sleeves to cover the morning sun shining on him, and squinted at the two white clothes.

Wang Manxiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that the old man in front of him saw him holding a disguise, and he might think that he had deliberately torn off his signboard. So, he wanted to speak quickly, and first explained the situation to the old man.

Who knows, as soon as Bai Yi read it, the old man had already made a salute, and said in a hoarse and powerful voice: "This son! I'm really sorry, our family's pretense is going to be broken every three or five days, and today it happened to hit you again...... Didn't hurt you, did you?"

The white dress and white dress glanced at each other and blinked, quite surprised.

"Nothing to do, don't worry about the old gentleman, it's just falling at the feet of the little student. Wang Manxiu hurriedly waved his hand, stepped forward and handed the disguise back to the old man, and said with a smile as he handed it over: "But old man, the stroke in this Zhenhuang City today is not big, how could such a thick bamboo pole be scraped?"

"Alas, Childe, you don't know something. ”

The old man bowed his head, took the brocade curtain with both hands, held it in his hand as if he were holding a treasure, and sighed lightly. He was about to speak, but suddenly saw the pitch-black round stick in Baiyi's hand, and he was slightly stunned, and quickly glanced at the girl beside him. After a moment of silence, he asked quietly: "Dare to ask Gongzi, you and Ling are from afar?"

I saw that the two clothes in front of him were not stained, and they were dyed with a bit of sunrise and red glow.

Wang Manxiu glanced at her shy look beside him, hurriedly bowed his hand to the old man, and said with a smile: "The old gentleman misunderstood, Xiaosheng and Miss Yan are not that kind of relationship. ”

The old man was stunned, and his wrinkled face showed a look of surprise, and he said in surprise: "The two of you...... Isn't it for mandarin ducks?"

"No, no, no. Zhong Liyan, who had a delicate posture, hurriedly waved his little hand, and while ignoring the old man's words, he quietly raised two apricot eyes, looked at the white clothes beside him who was a head taller than himself, and whispered: "I and Mr. Bai are just, just ......."

"It's just a meeting in the water. ”

Wang Manxiu waved his sleeves lightly and replied lightly.