[Sword Three] In the days when I was forced to become Wanhua

Su Qian walked slowly along the official road, the light of the candle shadow in his hand was warm and bright, and the night breeze seemed to make him feel a little cool, so he found another coat from his backpack and put it on.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Su Qian got used to the quietness on both sides, but it seemed as if she heard some noisy voices from the wind. When she was walking and selling goods, walking and buying and selling, when she closed her eyes, Su Qian even felt like she was in a market. , but it is said to be a market, but there are some feelings that cannot be explained. I always feel that it is not quite like it, which is very interesting.

This is at night, where is the market?

Su Qian thought for a while, held the candle shadow and deviated from the direction of the official way, looking for the voice in the wind.

To put it bluntly, Su Qian is just a daring person with a high level of art, and she doesn't think there is any place she can't go, she has no scruples, and naturally does whatever she wants.If it had been changed, he would have been scared out of his wits when he came home in the middle of the night and encountered such a thing.But if it was changed before, how could such a good ear be able to hear the tiny sound brought by the wind?

As he walked, there was a little light in the darkness. As the distance got closer, the halo gradually became larger and deeper, and finally covered a large area.

Following a corner, Su Qianwu's eyes lit up, and what appeared in front of him was actually a market!

I don’t know how there is such a large flat land for trade in this mountain forest. Strings of red lanterns are hung on the trees on both sides, swaying in the wind, and the candles inside are looming and flickering along with the lanterns. Suddenly dark.These red lanterns stretched to the end of Su Qian's line of sight, and the blushing light made the surroundings more and more hazy.

On the ground, there are many rudimentary stalls, a rudimentary furoshiki, with all kinds of things on it. At a glance, the most seem to be bottles and jars and some unidentifiable things.It seems that this is the so-called Baozhai. People who have good eyesight but can't afford to open stores use their eyesight to gather goods in various stores, and then put them in their bags to sell them at a suitable time and place.

The stall owners in gowns or cloaks sat behind, covering most of their faces, only to see pairs of dim or shrewd eyes staring at the people who stayed in front of their stalls.

There are also some stall owners who don't care whether there are people staying in front of the stall, whether someone likes their goods, the old gods are there to play with the handles in their hands, or get together in twos and threes to drink tea and chat.

There were even two stall owners who set up a table with two small dishes and a pot of old wine on it, and the two of them smacked their mouths with gusto.

There are not many people in this night market, but it is very quiet. Apart from the small chatter of a few stall owners, there are only some sounds of clinking glasses, footsteps, and maybe the slight sound of rubbing clothes?

Too quiet.

Su Qian stood at the entrance holding a candle shadow, quietly watching the people inside standing in front of one stall after another, rummaging through the things she wanted, and then quietly haggling with the stall owner with gestures and lips.

Suddenly someone patted Su Qian on the shoulder, Su Qian subconsciously wanted to look back, but then she was in a cold sweat - she didn't even know that someone was standing behind her, until the other party patted her on the shoulder, he Just discovered the existence of the other party?

If this person wanted to kill him, Su Qian would have fallen to the ground and died within minutes - at this time, it would be enough for someone with fast hands to stab him a dozen times.

Su Qian turned around to look, but found that the other party was an extremely gentle man.

He was a little taller than Su Qian, holding an umbrella with a purple bamboo handle in his hand, his long hair was untied, and the umbrella was painted with intricate and beautiful peonies.Like Su Qian, he was wearing a long gown with a water-like green shirt inside. His brows were slender, but they didn't look sharp. On the contrary, there was an indescribable warmth, even the corners of his eyes and the brows revealed a hint of warmth. A mild taste.

The limited space at the bottom of the umbrella cast a shadow on him, making him more and more ambiguous.

A gentleman is dignified, gentle and moist like jade.That's probably the kind of person he's describing.

But Su Qian intuitively felt that this was not the case. This person was definitely not as harmless as he appeared on the surface. His sixth sense was like sounding the alarm horn, notifying him of the approaching danger all the time.

The other party probably saw the surprise hidden in Su Qian's eyes, and smiled and said, "I scared you, brother."

"It's okay." Su Qian quickly suppressed his strange feeling, and took a step back without any trace. He switched his left and right hands seemingly naturally, holding the lamp in his left hand, while the right hand tucked into his sleeve hanging on one side was already in his hand. He held Luofeng tightly. "What does this lord mean to live here? Is there anything important to do here?"

When he heard the word 'Lang Jun', the other party's eyes seemed to be confused, as if he was wondering about this title, but he quickly realized it.I saw that his hand that wasn't holding the umbrella went deep randomly, and easily pressed Su Qian's right hand that was tucked into the sleeve!

The umbrella holder smiled slightly and said, "It's forbidden to use force here, it's better not to show your weapons. Little friend, are you afraid that you entered here by mistake?"

Su Qian's heart felt cold when her right hand was held down through the sleeve, and she felt her heart was beating crazily after a temporary pause.

"It's just that I entered here by mistake, and I'm being reckless." Su Qian stabilized her expression, firmly grasped Luofeng's fingers, but he forcibly released them one by one, and sent Luofeng into her sleeve pocket.Even when facing the three villains Wang Yifeng, Mo Yu, and Miligul at the same time, he was never completely powerless to fight back!However, the person in front of him looked absolutely invulnerable, as if his every move had been seen through.

"Being here is also due to destiny." The umbrella holder didn't care, but made an invitation gesture, "If you don't give up, why don't you go with me?"

Su Qian nodded, and the umbrella holder led Su Qian inside.I didn’t think so from the outside, but when I walked in, Su Qian realized that most of the things on the package were unknown to me, and there were all sorts of strange things, except for porcelain, bronze, jade, calligraphy and paintings, which are the most common antiques. There are also people who sell clocks, hourglasses, jewelry and toys. What's more, there is a black cat on the stall of a stall owner. The cat is lying on the fur skin obediently. He stared at Su Qian.

The umbrella holder saw that Su Qian was interesting, so he stopped talking to him and let Su Qian concentrate on looking at those things.

Su Qian stopped involuntarily—he used to like cats, and when he saw a cat, he unconsciously wanted to pet it a few times.

He stood in front of the booth with some hesitation, wanting to stretch out his hand but didn't dare—this place was completely weird, and he didn't have any bold ideas for a high-level artist at this time, but he couldn't help finding it novel and interesting .

It is simply the small commodity market of that era!They even sell pets!

The umbrella holder saw Su Qian staring at the cat and wanted to reach out but dared not reach out. Finally, when Su Qian couldn't help but want to make a hand, he flicked lightly to stop him. He said with a smile : "You can't touch it randomly. If you touch it and don't recognize it, be careful that the stall owner will worry about you."

The stall owner selling cats raised his head and looked at the umbrella holder, and Su Qian realized that it was a blind old lady. The wrinkled face made the hole in the flesh without the eyeball even more terrifying.As soon as the old lady opened her mouth, the umbrella holder shook her head at her, and the old lady immediately fell silent, looking quite respectful.

After hearing this, Su Qian naturally didn't dare to reach out, and asked sideways, "Can't I buy this cat?"

The umbrella holder smiled and said, "Why did you buy it back? It's a bit expensive."

"How much?"

"Anyway, it's not the gold leaf." After the umbrella holder finished speaking, he took Su Qian to continue walking inside, and there were more and more people inside.Su Qian also saw more and more weird transactions. Some people who were all wrapped up in airtight clothes took a piece of black sandalwood and exchanged a wooden sign with the stall owner, and some people unscientifically started from a bottomless pit. He took out gold as high as a mountain in his pocket and wanted to exchange a copper coin with the stall owner, but was rejected in the end.

Seeing this scene, Su Qian suddenly felt that he seemed to be poor...

Su Qian had a hunch that he couldn't afford anything in the night market.

The umbrella holder seemed to know what he was thinking and said: "That copper coin is an ancient relic, not to mention a mountain of gold, even if you add another one, you can't change it."

Su Qian was a little puzzled and said, "These things seem to be very remarkable?"

The umbrella holder smiled and said, "Not really...look over there..." He pointed to the end of the night market from a distance—it turned out that the two of them had reached the end of the night market without knowing it. There was a stall with many Su Qian didn't quite understand what these stones were for, and the umbrella holder continued, "These are the things you can use?"

"Stone?"

"There is jade in the stone." The umbrella holder thought for a while, and his blue clothes were blown away by the wind. He smiled and said, "To tell you the truth, I have taken a fancy to something on my little friend. I will exchange it with you, little friend." You can choose anything here, and I'll take one from you, okay?"

Before Su Qian thought about it, the umbrella holder said again: "I will definitely not embarrass my little friend...it's just a carry-on."

Su Qian nodded when she heard the words, and agreed: "Okay."

"I will never let my little friend lose money." The umbrella holder said meaningfully, and then Su Qian pointed at a stone at random. For Su Qian, he was more curious about what the umbrella holder wanted on him.

"Since Xiaoyou has chosen, I'm not too polite." The umbrella holder said, "Just what's in my left sleeve pocket will do."

Su Qian raised her eyebrows. In the sleeve pocket of his left hand was his hidden weapon pouch. He took out the hidden weapon pouch and spread it on his hand for the other party to take. Unexpectedly, the umbrella holder took out a broken moon from the hidden weapon pouch with a movement of his fingers. knife.

The umbrella bearer had a gentle smile all over his face, and the fine lines around his eyes stretched out, looking extremely happy. "Thank you..."

The umbrella holder knelt down and touched a handful of stones that Su Qian had chosen, and then said to him, "The night market is over, little friend, it's time to go back."

What……?Su Qian's heart felt cold, and suddenly his eyes became heavy and heavy, and when he saw clearly again, he was standing on the edge of the cliff.

Just as the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, dyeing the clouds golden.

Tang Wuyuan stood not far away, looking at him worriedly.

Su Qian only felt as if she had just woken up from a big dream, her whole body was refreshed, but her left hand felt sore and covered with sticky cold sweat.

He looked down, and he was holding a translucent green jade tablet tightly in his left hand, reflecting his slender fingers like a pool of clear water.

In the past, Pu Songling said that Su Qian didn't think there was any accident tonight.

It's just that he lowered his head and stared at the jade tablet, and couldn't help asking himself: Are you human?Ghost?

The author has something to say: Su Qian is regarded as a modern person, so Pu Songling is regarded as "the past"

Nima wrote it last night, *death can’t update it