Early the next morning.

The glow of the sky bloomed with ten thousand golden rays, like a heavenly sword piercing the night and pouring on the earth.

In the fisherman's village, everyone was talking about the vision that appeared last night, and even worse, an altar was set up at the door, preparing to go to Dongting Lake to worship.

"You don't know what to do, I saw the dragon with my own eyes last night, just like a mountain, lying in the sky, that kind of majesty, I can't even move. ”

There were a lot of people in the town, and a group of people gathered to talk to each other about what they had seen and heard last night, and some things were spread to each other.

"I also saw the flying immortals, fluttering like flying immortals coming to the world......"

In this era, the stories of ghosts and gods are real and respected by people, and the incarnation of dragons and the birth of immortals are enough to make these people excited for a long time.

To the north, a piece of scorched earth, between the ruins, Ning Wuxian stood quietly, looking at the destroyed shop, for a long time, and sighed softly.

Sometimes, a lot of things pass you by in an instant.

"Are you here to find Mr. Xiao?"

A voice sounded, and Ning Wuqian turned around, it was a young man in a white cloth short coat.

The young man in the white cloth smiled kindly, "You are Mr. Xiao's relative, right?"

Ning Wuxian nodded, the young man in white cloth and short clothes had a happy look on his face, a smile on his face, and said: "Great, Mr. Xiao came here seventeen years ago, alone, everyone thought he had no relatives, Mr. Xiao is kind-hearted, the fishermen in the village are poor, and he borrowed a lot of money from Mr. Xiao, and it was time to repay the money this year, but unfortunately, there was such a thing, and they were still worried that they would not be able to repay Mr. Xiao's money." ”

As he spoke, the young man took out a money bag from his sleeve and handed it to Ning Wujian with both hands.

Ning Wuqian glanced at the money bag, which contained some broken silver, and did not reach out to take it.

"These things, you can keep them, I think, even if Mr. Xiao is alive, he will refuse, not to mention, it is your future, this money is also from you, just keep it." ”

The young man in white cloth and short clothes had a straight face, looked at Ning Wujian and said: "Mr. Xiao's great kindness, we remember it in our hearts, but this money has to be repaid, the gentleman does not eat the food that comes to me, although I am poor, but I also know that Lu Dao works hard, this money is kept, and I am uneasy!"

Ning Wuxian glanced at the young man in white cloth and short clothes, his unyielding gaze made him slightly stunned, and then smiled slightly, without refusing, and took the money bag, the young man saw this, his face showed a relaxed expression, and he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait......"

Ning Wuqian stopped the young man, the young man was a little puzzled, and looked at Ning Wuji, "What else is the matter with the son?

Ning Wuji's eyes fell on the young man's shabby white cloth short clothes, obviously the young man's family background was not very good.

"Do you want to make money?"

"Hmm, what?" the young man looked dazed.

"Let me ask you, do you want to make money? Where is Mr. Xiao buried, you take me there, and all the money will be given to you. ”

The young man in the white cloth short-rounder was not stupid, and soon understood what Ning Wuqian meant, and his face was serious, "Childe, every penny is not easy to get, if Childe thinks I am poor, he wants to help me in this way, but what if Childe meets someone who lacks that penny even more? Although I am poor, I am not in urgent need of this penny, Childe wants to go to Mr. Xiao's tomb, I can lead the way, Mr. Xiao is the person I respect the most, if Childe gives me money because of this, I will also be terrified in my heart." ”

"......" Ning Wuqian was speechless, looking at the young man in white cloth and short clothes, he really had nothing to say.

"Hahaha, it's interesting, it's really interesting, it's the first time I've seen people who have money and don't take it, but persuade those who give it to cherish it. The old demon of the Black Mountain, dressed in white, smiled and walked towards this side.

"I regard money as dung, as long as it is enough, why take more? What is the use of taking it? ”

“......”

The old demon of Montenegro has nothing to say, money and other things really mean nothing to him.

"Two sons, if you want to pay respects to Mr. Xiao's tomb, please come with me. ”

The old demon of Montenegro occupies Ao Xuan's body, this appearance is much better than the original old demon of Montenegro, at least the old demon of Montenegro in front of him looks sunny and handsome, and the old demon of Montenegro, no matter whether he is looking obliquely or backwards, he is full of demons.

It's a pity that the nature of the country is easy to change, and the old demon of Montenegro is still as evil as ever, but it is just covered up by the appearance.

A demon is a demon, an evil is an evil, a demon is a demon, and the sentence Fa Yuan is not wrong.

As the young man left the fishing village and came to a mountain, on the sunny slope, a dirt bag rose, the wind blew white paper around him, and a wooden sign was inserted in front of the grave, and the simple four words were engraved on it.

"Mr. Xiao's tomb!"

The soil is still new, obviously not long after being buried, Ning Wuqian looked at the tomb, some people, if they miss it, it will be a lifetime, there is no possibility of seeing each other again, there is no regret medicine in the world, and life will not give you a chance to start over.

Respectfully kowtowing three times in front of the grave, Ning Wuqian stood up, looked at the young man, and smiled slightly, "I don't know what you call it?"

"Oh, my surname is Luo, the name is Binwang, the word sightseeing, is a person from Yiwu, Wuzhou, after the death of my father, I moved north with my mother, and my mother was seriously ill on the way, fortunately Mr. Xiao relieved, my mother survived, but, wait a little longer, my mother and I will also go to Yanzhou relatives, alas, Mr. Xiao is a good person!"

Ning Wuqian stared at the young man, Luo Bingwang, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, the prodigy who once wrote "Song of the Goose"?

"Childe, Childe, what are you staring at me?"

Luo Bingwang wondered, what was on his face? Did he wash his face before he came out?

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing, I just think that Luo Gongzi is a little familiar, I have a friend who is also from Wuzhou, and it just so happens that there is a lack of people in the house to make some money, I see Brother Luo regards money as dung, and has some knowledge, it is better for you to go to his house to do things, it is better than a long journey." ”

Ning Wujian came back to his senses, and his heart gradually calmed down, Luo Bin Wang is only, he has seen characters like Shi Zhixuan and Li Xiuning, maybe in the future, Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi will suddenly emerge from some corner, it is not surprising, it is not surprising.

"I don't know what will happen to these characters if they come into contact with the Immortal Dao? Li Bai is known as an immortal, could it be that he is really an immortal in the sky?"

Luo Bin Wang hesitated for a while when he heard this, his homeland is difficult to leave, if it is not forced by the situation, he does not want to travel thousands of miles, although the old mother's condition has been alleviated, but he can't bear the difficult journey, Luo Bin Wang was also the son of the county order, and he still has the ability to read people.

Ning Wuji's temperament and conversation should not be an ordinary person.

"If Brother Luo is willing, I will repair a book, you take this money, rush back to Wuzhou to Wufu, just say that it is from Chenjiazhuang, this money should be your sacrifice for half a year, how about it?"

Seeing that Ning Wuqian was so sincere, King Luo Bin couldn't help but bow his head, "Son's great kindness, sightseeing is unforgettable, if there is a coming day, it will definitely be reciprocated." ”

Ning Wuqian wrote a letter and gave the money to King Luo Bin, who bowed again and walked away.

The old demon of Montenegro clasped his hands in front of his chest and watched King Luo Bing leave with a smile, "What, what, are you interested in him?"

Ning Wujian glanced at the old demon of Black Mountain, and the old demon of Black Mountain smiled, "I'm not as good as Long Yang!"

"......" Ning Wuqian was full of black lines on his face, and he had the urge to strangle the old demon of Montenegro.

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