Fang Cun'an fell into the field, and countless applause rang out around him.

Su Chenghai glanced at Fang Cun'an, then turned around and left with Lin Wanqiu. Lu Yifeng and the others couldn't help but relax when they saw the master and the mother leave.

Today, all the people who participated in the primary election passed the test, which is gratifying.

The white light flashed a few times in Lu Yifeng's hand, disappeared, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, you haven't introduced these two to me yet?" Lin Zhongyu scratched his head and secretly said that he was negligent.

After a brief introduction, Lu Yifeng and the others couldn't help but have a little more respect when they heard that the ram was also windy, and it was the junior brother of the ram pavilion wind. But I don't know what Lin Zhongyu feels like in his heart. But seeing that it was still early, it was better for Lu Yifeng to take a tour of this jade platform to see the duel between the leaders of each faction and gain a little experience. The crowd applauded.

But I saw that on the jade platform, the crowd was surging, and it was very lively. Lin Zhongyu and his entourage left the vultures and wandered slowly.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! Newly released Yutai Evening News!" I saw a group of small servants in the middle of the avenue, holding a roll of white and green paper, shouting for it.

"Look! Toshihiko Tsukibara, who has a high level of cultivation, is no match for a ten-year-old child!"

"The reflection of the left hand, the evening newspaper of the right hand, look at the moon famine, so many delicate--- the top ten beauties of the moon famine!"

"How much charm does a man have-remember the affair of a disciple surnamed Lin!"

"Penglai Immortal Pavilion, Qi Tiansu. The story of the fairy and the man"

"The Greatest Trick in History!!"

"Qi Tiansu, have you raised a monk?"

"A Bloody Case Caused by a Stick"

"Lin Moumou and his one hundred and eight mistresses!"

......

These little guys, the shouting voice is not very loud, but everyone can hear it clearly. The words shouted out were even more earth-shattering, and they firmly attracted people to the past.

With a hula, the people around the ring surrounded several small guys. The people in the ring were fighting fiercely, but they suddenly felt empty under their eyes, and they couldn't help but stop and look down.

"I want, I want!"

"Give me!

Fang Cun'an walked to the front, and with his big hands, the crowd was divided into two sides, and he walked up to the little guy and said, "One copy of each!" said and took out a few taels of silver.

Fang Cun'an got these colorful papers, and when he walked to everyone, no one was there, and even Miaoqi grabbed one with his small hand. Miaoqi straightened her arms, and the paper was still a little beaten.

"Wow, brother, that's you. Miaoqi looked at the position at the top of the first side, and there were several eye-catching big characters. "Yutai Evening News!"

And then below is an oversized picture that takes up almost half the size. The painting is exquisite and vivid, and it is exactly the work of Penglai Immortal Pavilion Zuo Yingsha a few days ago with a sword and slashing into the shoulder of Lin Zhongyu. High in the ring and the like. With a few strokes, he drew a crying child. Miao Qi pointed with his little hand, isn't this himself? and shouted, "Well, brother, and me." We've all been put in this paper!"

Lin Zhongyu and others saw this thing for the first time, but they didn't understand why a good piece of paper was called a newspaper. When I got it in my hand, I found that the paper in my hand was no different except that it was slightly thicker than ordinary scroll paper.

I listened to the wonderful cry and looked at the content carefully, but I saw that next to the big pictures were some ingenious small characters, with various explanations attached. It is indeed illustrated and informative, making people feel as if they are there.

After looking at the first painting, Lu Yifeng glanced at Lin Zhongyu and said, "I can't see the little junior brother, you are quite heroic in this newspaper!"

Fang Cun'an, the ram also nodded at the same time.

Lin Zhongyu's face turned red, and he took the paper in his hand and looked at it carefully. Suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and the second senior brother Fang Cunan held the newspaper in his hand, looked left and right and whispered: "Senior brother, junior brother, you, are you really as powerful as the newspaper says?"

Fang Cun'an paused a little when he said this, and a purple light flashed on his face (I don't know if the redness on his too dark face was purple), and said, "Teach, teach me a ......" He didn't finish speaking.

Listening to the creaking, Miaoqi rode over on the wooden fish beast. Pulled Lin Zhongyu's hand and said, "Brother!" said that the little hand pointed into the distance, but saw an old man with white hair like snow, leaning over, carrying a string of grass, which was full of sugar gourds, trembling and red.

Lin Zhongyu's head sweated for a while, and he never carried the moonsilver given by his master. At this moment, I was afraid that Miaoqi was going to eat sugar gourds, so I only listened to Fang Cun'an, and pressed in his ear: "Teach me, this is for you." Huh??" Lin Zhongyu looked at Fang Cun An Dahei's hand, not afraid of nearly a hundred taels of silver, Lin Zhongyu stuffed the newspaper into his arms, grabbed a handful of moon silver in his hand and said, "It should, it should." Second Senior Brother is so polite!How embarrassing is this......"

Walking to the white-haired old man, Lin Zhongyu gave a deep salute and said, "Uncle, how to buy sugar gourds?"

The white-haired old man coughed, put the grass string in his hand, put it on the ground and said, "Five papers, one string!"

Lin Zhongyu took out a tael of moon silver, handed it to the old man and said, "I want two strings!" But the white-haired old man before meeting him, threw the moon silver on the ground, and walked away.

Lin Zhongyu didn't know why, picked up the moon silver in his hand, chased after a few steps, and said: "Uncle, why don't you sell it to me!" The old man didn't answer what he said, and said coldly: "Five texts and a string, one or two are not sold!"

Lin Zhongyu was in the air, five wen a string, one or two strings is not good, so he said: "Old man, I only have two months of silver in my hand, and there is no small moon silver, isn't one or two is ten wen?" Lin Zhongyu silently read what the old man said, and suddenly blessed his soul, and used his strength to eat milk, and divided one or two months of silver in his hand into two. Fu caught up with the old man again, stopped him and said, "Uncle, buy two strings of sugar gourds." Lin Zhongyu handed over the moon silver that was divided into two pieces in his hand.

The old man stretched out a pair of thin palms, took the moon silver tremblingly, and handed the grass string in his hand to Lin Zhongyu to catch it. Suddenly, laughter broke out. It was as loud as thunder. Lin Zhongyu held the grass string, covered his ears with both hands, and felt pain.

But seeing the old man laughing, he turned around and walked like flying, and the figure was actually farther away, the bigger it became, and finally it was a green cloud on his head, stepping on the moon wilderness, and then slowly disappearing. Lin Zhongyu hugged the grass skewers and shouted: "Uncle, I only need two skewers, how can I eat so many raw?"

But I don't know where the old man is now, I'm afraid I won't be able to hear it.

Suddenly, someone patted Lin Zhongyu on the shoulder, Lin Zhongyu was startled, but when he turned around, he saw that the ram was also windy, holding Miaoqi's little hand, and standing behind him. He was looking at himself with surprise on his face.

Lin Zhongyu pointed ahead and said, "Did you see it just now?"

The ram Yefeng seemed to be frightened by Lin Zhongyu, touched Lin Zhongyu's forehead and said, "Senior Brother Lin, you are not sick and confused." ”

Lin Zhongyu said: "You haven't seen that old man, the farther and farther, the figure is getting bigger and bigger, and I still put this grass string, how can I ...... so much" Speaking of this, Lin Zhongyu saw what kind of grass string he was holding in his hand, which was clearly a windshield flag dropped from the ring, and he was holding two strings of sugar gourds in his hand.

"Brother, you and the old man bought a sugar gourd, so you picked up this flag and shouted nonsense! Brother, don't scare me!" Miaoqi's eyes looked at Lin Zhongyu with big eyes, full of worry.

Looking at the sky, Lin Zhongyu was stunned, at a loss.