The sky is showing a little fish belly white, and a little morning fog can still be seen on the official road, and people come and go.

Most of these people go to the city to catch the market, they are ordinary mortals, busy with their own lives.

Yang Fan was dressed in a Confucian robe, his face was slightly pale, and he walked along the official road with a few farmers carrying bags and baskets beside him, towards Kyoto City.

There was a donkey in front, carrying a batch of dry firewood, and the owner was a strong man with five big and three thick, looking a little honest, he glanced back at Yang Fan, and said in a loud voice:

"Little scholar, I see that you are weak and unsteady in walking, you can't compare to us rough people, why don't you go on our donkey cart and do it?"

Yang Fan understood his kindness and nodded: "Then I'm welcome." ”

"Hey, I'll pull you up!"

The strong man smiled, stopped the donkey, and stretched out his hand to Yang Fan.

"Thank you. ”

Yang Fan felt that his hands were very rough, and with a slight borrow, he jumped up and sat next to the strong man.

"Huh, I didn't expect you kid to be quite agile. ”

The strong man was a little surprised, and chatted with Yang Fan casually.

Yang Fan sat on the rough pyre, feeling a little hard and cold, especially the donkey cart was still bumpy on the road.

The strong man next to him was fine, but he was busy at home for a long time, plus he was driving a donkey cart, and he was sweating, so Suo took off his upper clothes.

In this way, the two people on the donkey cart are a little weird.

The former is a vulgar man with a big head and a big head, and the latter is a handsome, gentle, and polite scholar.

The mortals around all looked at the duo with strange eyes, and some even pointed at them.

"Hmph, what to look at, be careful that Lao Tzu gouged out your eyes. ”

The strong man's eyes widened, the muscles of his arms bulged, and a few farmers nearby showed fear when they saw it, and they restrained a little.

Yang Fan smiled secretly in his heart, sitting on the donkey cart firewood, carrying the cold wind, and the surrounding mortals chattered, but he had a different experience.

"Big brother's surname. Yang Fan asked.

"My name is Zhang Sanniu, you can call me Sanniu. The strong man smiled innocently.

"Three cows?" Yang Fan thought lightly, and suddenly remembered the iron bull next door to his house in Wuliu Town. That guy has learned a good martial art now, and maybe he will get married soon.

"Brother Sanniu, the younger brother has just come to Kyoto, and I have something to ask you for. ”

Yang Fan began to ask him about the things he cared about.

After a while, a majestic city appeared in front, at this time, the sun was slightly dewed, the sky was dyed red, and the faint slanting sun was reflected from the other side of the city, adding a bit of solemnity to this ancient capital.

This is the outer castle of Kyoto, the walls are more than ten zhang high, made of hard stone, and there are some traces of time and wind and rain on them.

As you reach the city gate, the road gradually widens.

At this time, the city gate was wide open, and on each side stood eight soldiers defending the city, wearing iron armor and holding spears, with a cold light and fierce eyes.

When Sanniu's donkey cart reached the gate, two soldiers stopped him.

"Two pennies. One of the soldiers said coldly.

"It's so much...... I only asked for a penny a few days ago. Sanniu complained.

"Hmph, a few days ago, you were carrying firewood into the city alone, but today you transported a cart of firewood, and there is one more person, how can you have enough money?"

The other veteran smiled, obviously knowing Sanniu.

"Okay. ”

Sanniu reluctantly took out two cents, and muttered in a low voice: "I can't sell this cart of firewood for ten cents......"

Yang Fan saw these scenes in his eyes, but he smiled and did not make a sound.

After entering the city, Yang Fan talked to Sanniu slowly.

"By the way, Brother Sanniu, do you know where the 'Hanyuan Mountain' is?" Yang Fan asked quietly.

"Hanenzan is the most famous place in Kyoto, I heard that the mountain is very peculiar, and there is a temple on it, called 'Kiyoenji'. Little scholar, after you enter the city, ask anyone casually, and you can know where it is......"

"Would you rather die?"

Yang Fan's face showed a strange look.

Cold distant mountain, injustice mountain?

Yang Fan always felt weird, but he didn't ask too much. Anyway, there are still four or five months to go before the one-year appointment of "Hanyuan Mountain", and during this period, Yang Fan still has enough time.

"Let's find out about the situation in Kyoto first. ”

Yang Fan said secretly in his heart.

As far as he knew, there were also many immortal cultivators in Kyoto, the country of Yuyang. The most famous is the four major cultivators in Kyoto.

Among them, the Yang family in Kyoto can even be regarded as half of Yang Fan's enemy. Therefore, this time he came to Kyoto, not just a tryst, there are many things that he needs to do.

After a while, the streets became more and more prosperous, and Yang Fan said goodbye to Sanniu. Before leaving, Yang Fan gave him a few taels of silver.

Sanniu looked at the silver in his hand, was stunned for a moment, bit it with his teeth, and said ecstatically: "Now I have met a nobleman." ”

When he looked back again, he had lost the trace of the scholar from before.

......

Yang Fan shuttled through the streets one after another, unconsciously entering omniscient mode.

At this moment, he is one of thousands of people, but when he walks, he does not touch anyone, as if he is outside the world.

The mortals around him ignored his behavior, as if it were normal.

When he traveled to a certain place, Yang Fan's keen senses suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of aura.

He looked sideways and saw a circle of people on the side of the road, with a sign in the middle:

Suppress evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.

There was a table next to the signboard, and an old man in ragged clothes held a stack of runic paper in his hand, and shouted: "Suppress evil spirits and exorcise ghosts, one or two pieces of silver." ”

Next to the old man, there stood a young man with a beautiful face, holding a talisman pen in his hand, and was drawing talismans on the table.

Yang Fan's gaze was first fixed on this young man.

"Drawing symbols?"

Yang Fan became interested, and the aura fluctuations he felt just now came from the young man's talisman pen.

At this moment, there were some beads of sweat on the young man's forehead, but his eyes were unusually bright, and the talisman pen in his hand was extremely smooth.

When he put the pen away, the young man's hand was lifted, and it was extremely elegant, and only a little aura leaked out.

"The heat is good!"

Yang Fan sighed secretly in his heart, and the surname Suo stepped forward to watch.

For alchemy, Yang Fan didn't dabble much, far inferior to alchemy and medical skills.

However, he was in the Yangjiabao Immortal Cultivation Family, and his experience was much stronger than that of ordinary casual cultivators, and just by looking at it, he knew that this young man had attainments far beyond his peers in refining talismans.

Then, Yang Fan's gaze fell on the ragged old man, revealing a slight look of surprise.

This ragged old man was actually a monk of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

With his cultivation, how could he be reduced to drawing talismans on the street and selling them for money?

When Yang Fan was looking at the two of them, the ragged old man's gaze happened to glance over Yang Fan's body, and his eyes flashed, and he also saw his identity as an immortal cultivator.

It turned out that Yang Fan had ostensibly maintained his cultivation in the middle stage of Qi refining, and it was impossible for him to enter Kyoto completely as a mortal.

"Suppress evil spirits and exorcise ghosts, one or two pieces of silver!"

The ragged old man continued to shout, glancing at Yang Fan, as if he hadn't seen it.

"A tael of silver, this is too expensive......"

Some unknown mortals shouted around.

"Hmph, my talisman paper is a fairy talisman, made of special materials, not only can it suppress evil spirits and drive away ghosts, paste it in the room, but also clear the heart and calm the nerves, sit back and relax......" The ragged old man said leisurely.

"That's right, Cheng Laoxian is a well-known ghost hunter in Kyoto, the last time the 'Yanwang Mansion' was haunted, please ask Cheng Laoxian to take action, and it will be effective immediately. ”

"Is this true?"

"Is there a fake, otherwise how can it be worth the price of a tael of silver, and those who have bought this talisman have been effective. ”

Most of the mortals present actually had a respectful and trusting attitude towards the ragged old man.

Yang Fan showed a look of astonishment on his face, and said secretly: "This old immortal Cheng won't be like Hu Banxian in 'Wuliu Town', fooling the people and mutilating living beings?"

However, this Cheng Lao Xian's cultivation is obviously much stronger than Hu Banxian's, and the aura on his body is also relatively peaceful.

"For a tael of silver, I'll buy one and try it. ”

Yang Fan became interested, walked up to the young man, and said with a smile.

"Dao...... Childe, do you want it too?" The young man was a little surprised, he also saw the identity of Yang Fan's immortal cultivator at a glance, and changed the word "Daoyou" at the exit.

Yang Fan smiled but didn't answer, and exchanged one or two pieces of silver for a piece of rune paper that the young man had just drawn.

Holding this freshly drawn rune paper in front of him, and looking at it carefully, Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his divine sense swept away, estimating the materials and value of this rune paper.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that all that was needed to draw such a piece of rune paper was some worldly materials. In the secular world, some of these materials are not valuable, while others are relatively rare.

The overall estimate is that the value of such a piece of rune paper is close to the appearance of one or two pieces of silver.

In fact, the most important thing is the formation drawn by the boy with the talisman pen, as well as the aura injected during this period. Otherwise, the paper will be of very limited use.

When Yang Fan observed this talisman paper, the ragged old man glanced at him twice, and he was a little puzzled.

"Do you know how to draw sigils?"

Yang Fan put away the rune paper and asked the young man.

"Fu Seal?" The young man looked up at Yang Fan, and said a little shyly: "I know a little, I have painted it before, but it consumes a lot of precious materials, and I can't squander it like this." My grandfather used to draw quite a few first-class runes......"

"Oh?" Yang Fan nodded, and said secretly: "It seems that this young man is taking this opportunity to refine talismans, although this grandfather and grandson are also loose cultivators, but they are completely different from Hu Banxian in Wuliu Town, they are not fooling the people, and the rune paper drawn is also genuine value......

"Hehe, I'm afraid this son didn't come to suppress evil spirits and exorcise ghosts, I don't know what else to teach?"

The ragged old man's gaze suddenly fixed on Yang Fan's face, and he asked with a smile.

At the same time, Yang Fan felt a faint pressure.

The Great Perfection of Qi Refining is not to be underestimated in the course of loose cultivation.

Yang Fan's heart moved, these two grandfathers and grandsons are local cultivators in Kyoto, so they might as well associate with them so as to understand the situation in the Kyoto Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Thinking of this, the smile on Yang Fan's face became even stronger, and he unfolded his palm, and at some point there was an extra black gilded talisman in his hand.

Under the sunlight, the extraordinary texture of this talisman pen can be faintly seen, as well as the purple and cyan hairs on the tip of the pen.

"Purple and green brush!"

The ragged old man's eyes flashed, and he blurted out, losing his temper, and the handsome young man was even more surprised.

(To be continued)