Da Bong fights more people

Xu Qi'an stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at his current appearance.

It's okay, but my skin is too masculine, and I can't wear the handsome beauty of a little milk dog. If it was the beauty of my previous life, I can completely control this kind of clothes. Right now, my skin still lacks some sense of substitution Xu Qi comforts Flatten the folds on the chest and leave with satisfaction.

The structure of Dafengjing City can be summarized by the word "matryoshka", which are Miyagi, Imperial City, Inner City and Outer City.

Compared to the outer city with a large population of mixed fish and dragons, Xu Qi'an understood the inner city as the CBD area of ​​his previous life, and only rich people could live in it.

In this era, those who can live in the inner city are people with status and status.

It is worth mentioning that my aunt has always wanted to sell the real estate in the outer city and move to the inner city.

It's a pity that there is a nephew of a gold swallowing beast, which makes my aunt yearn for the inner city, but she has no chance to live in it.

From Xu's mansion to the gate of the inner city, if he walked, Xu Qi'an's current journey would take three to four hours.

He hired a carriage, and arrived at the gate of the nearest inner city an hour later, took out the voucher he had prepared earlier, and passed the customs smoothly.

The soldiers guarding the city carefully inspected the carriage, and seeing that Xu Qi'an didn't carry any large luggage, he couldn't hide his disappointment on his face.

Because this meant that Xu Qi'an didn't enter the inner city to do business, so he couldn't collect the city gate tax.

The streets in the inner city are wide and criss-cross. Beautiful houses surrounded by green trees are built on the main roads, and various courtyards are distributed on the non-main roads.

Whether it is urban construction, pedestrian dressing, and the number of carriages on the street, it is far better than the outer city.

"If you have time, you must bring Lingyue's sister to the inner city. The degree of prosperity is not the same as that of the outer city." Xu Qi'an raised the curtains of the car, looked at the bustling scene, and Xu Lingyue's beautiful appearance appeared in his mind.

He didn't go to the Jiaofang Division right away, it was still early, and seafood merchants didn't work during the day.

After paying the money for renting the carriage, Xu Qi'an wandered aimlessly on the street.

Not long after, Xu Qi'an came to a market, looked up at the archway at the entrance of the street: Yongkang Street!

The spaciousness of this street is something that Xu Qi'an has never seen before. It is 200 meters wide, and the bluestone slabs form a flat ground, extending to the end of the line of sight.

There are row upon row of shops and houses on both sides, ten horse-drawn carriages side by side without pressure, and pedestrians are bustling.

Where is the street, it is clearly a large square.

Xu Qi'an, who was standing under the archway, looked at this scene and was sincerely shocked.

"Yongkang Street is one of the main roads in the capital. My second uncle said it is very big, but I didn't expect it to be so big." Xu Qi'an muttered to himself.

The main road is so wide that there is something special about it. When the emperor or the clan nobles travel, there will be guards clearing the place in advance.

The width of 200 meters makes most of the current military crossbows and firecrackers useless.

Even if an assassin wants to hide in the buildings on both sides and shoot cold arrows, seeing the distance, he can only leave the keyboard with both hands helplessly and type 666.

Xu Qi'an ran around Yongkang Street like a wild dog, but because of the limited budget in his pocket, he restrained his shopping consumption.

Suddenly, a luxurious carriage attracted Xu Qi'an's attention, blinding his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

It was a carriage pulled by four sturdy horses, with a curved dome crowned with silver and gold, the windows of the car hung with bright yellow satin, and below it was a chariot used to cover the floating dust, wrapped in clear white jade.

A circle of neatly arranged gold nails is nailed to the side of the wheel, and the hub is also wrapped in jade.

The real connotation is the material of the carriage, the golden nanmu dedicated to the royal family.

"I guess I'll struggle all my life, but I won't be able to afford a wheel." Xu Qi'an thought sadly, as if he had found the feeling he had when he was a social animal in his previous life.

This luxurious carriage was parked by the side of the road, and a row of soldiers in black armor and spears stood guard beside the carriage. Interestingly, another row of soldiers was actually playing a game of throwing pots.

The stall owner was an old Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes, his gray hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, and the messy strands of his hair hung down.

Copper coins, silver ingots, gold ingots, Taoist scriptures, Bodhi bracelets, jade mirrors and all kinds of miscellaneous things are placed on the stalls.

Leaving other things aside, just because the gold and silver ingots were not snatched from the booth, this old man would definitely not be easy for Xu Qian to stop and watch.

He looked at it for a while and understood how the game was played. The pot thrower was thirty steps away from the porcelain pot, blindfolded, turned his back, and shot three arrows in total.

If an arrow hits the target, you can get the items of the third echelon, which are some gold, silver and jade.If all three are successful, one of the first echelon items will be randomly selected.

There are only two items in the first echelon: bodhi bracelets and jade mirrors.

"Missed again, hateful!"

"Go away, it's my turn."

The soldiers took turns throwing pots, but all of them came back in failure, and the broken silver piled up in front of the old Taoist.

After the fifteen soldiers experienced another round of failures, Xu Qi'an noticed that the curtains of the carriage moved. A soldier waiting by the window bowed his head and walked towards the stall owner after listening.

"Old Dao, my master said, gold is 60 taels, and you can buy everything on your stall." The soldier walked up to the old Dao and said loudly.

Is this the throwing pot that didn't hit the target, did you go straight to krypton gold? Xu Qi'an stood not far away, watching this scene.

Facing the temptation of 60 taels of gold, the old Taoist shook his head, "Rules are rules."

The soldier tensed up all of a sudden, stared fiercely at the old man for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and returned to the carriage to report.

A few seconds later, the owner of the carriage called back the soldier and prepared to leave.

Xu Qi'an took the opportunity to step forward, came to the old Taoist, and asked: "Old Taoist, how much is it for a game?"

The old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged raised his head, glanced at him, and handed over three arrows: "One penny."

Xu Qi'an took the arrow and smiled, feeling that he had the chance to win.

Throwing the pot thirty steps away is not too difficult for a martial artist in the refinement realm.But with your back turned and blindfolded, it is almost impossible to make a shot.

Eyes are the most important part of the five senses. Losing vision will reduce the warrior's hand feeling and increase the difficulty of hitting.

Whether you can make a hit or not depends entirely on your face.

Xu Qi'an had an ugly face, but he had absolute confidence, because he hadn't picked up any silver for several days in a row.

Is it because I will come to the inner city and encounter this pot-tossing game, so the lucky points will automatically accumulate?

If I can hit the shot, all the gold and silver ingots will be mine. Ouhuang's life is so unpretentious and boring. Xu Qi'an walked thirty steps away, turned around, covered his eyes with a black cloth, and threw it back casually.

"dong dong dong"

The three arrows entered the pot almost at the same time, in no particular order.

The passers-by around made exclamations, and the uproar attracted just as he was about to leave the carriage, a soft and pleasant voice came out of the window:

"parking!"