Nine Desolation Youth Tour

Gao Zhenfeng asked one last question before leaving: "Are you really not going back?"

Luo Lingxin held him in his arms, the young man was actually quite tall, a full head taller than her, she could only take a step back, she still looked like a small bird, but said to him: " Tell your dad, I miss him very much."

Sit back and relax.

"... Miss you too." Luo Lingxin added.

Gao Zhenfeng's eyes lit up all of a sudden, Ruan Chongsheng saw it, and inexplicably remembered a little squirrel he saw when it was snowing in Jinling one year when he was wandering in the back mountain wearing a fox fur.

Sitting on an old tree with a pine cone in his arms, his big fluffy tail sweeps back and forth behind him. He is not afraid of life, and hangs to stare at him. His round eyes are frighteningly bright in the rustling snow.

Murong Xing said to him: "Mr. Ruan, see you in the sky."

Ruan Chongsheng nodded, leaned over against the wind, and handed a token into his hand coyly, "You keep this, use... just throw it away if you don't need it."

Ruan Chongsheng glanced at it, and put the sign on his clothes in front of him, "How can it be, Fengfeng gave it to you, and you must treasure it. The sign is there."

"... Ruan Chongsheng!!"

It was actually Yokokawa's keepsake. It's hard to say what it's used for, but it's always convenient.

Seeing him rubbing the signboard, Jin Chonghua said, "Did Gao Zhenfeng give this to you?"

Ruan Chongsheng and Jin Chonghua answered, "Yes, what's the use?"

"It's useless, it's just acknowledging your identity from Hengchuan." Jin Chonghua said: "It's also in the Qiankun bag I gave you."

Ruan Chongsheng poured his brains out, and found that there was not only a Hengchuan wooden sign inside, Penglai Yinyang was vast, Hengchuan Shangyangguiling Lingzhou, and even Nanhua's Buddhist beads.It's all over.

Ruan Chongsheng: "..."

He picked up Yokogawa's piece and compared it with Gao Zhenfeng, and found that except for the slightly different touch, the rest was flawless.

Well, the fake one is even smoother.

Jin Chonghua answered his question: "It's convenient."

...for the sake of convenience?

Ruan Chongsheng felt that he might not understand the dangers of the Nine Desolations.

What did Yinyang Mansion make these for?

His eyes paused on the jade tablet engraved with "Boundless".

"The marks of Cangmang and Tianyun's are different?"

"The Tianyun family does not represent the vastness."

The Tianyun family does not represent the sky, the six swords do not represent Tian Yunlan, and the copper coin does not represent any imprint, how can this be played.

Ruan Chongsheng wailed: "I don't want to cause trouble."

Wait, a penny?

"Bun shop!"

Jinling's recent weather looks like a child's face. It changes as soon as it is said, and there are no signs of unreasonableness.

Ruan Chongsheng waited for the morning rain to pass, and when he went out, he felt hot and stuffy again. While fanning the wind with his hand, he recalled where the Tu family and his wife who sold buns usually set up their stalls.

"Ms. Tu!" He called out to the woman in front of her with a plump waist and legs as thin as bamboo poles.

That Mrs. Tu turned her head, saw him, pretended not to see, and continued to pack her things.

She seemed to be setting up the stall alone, and she should have come out very early, with a few baskets of steamed buns in front of her that were wet from the rain that drifted into the roof of the shed.

Ruan Chongsheng continued cheekily: "Hey, why are you ignoring me? Where's Brother Tu?"

The woman said lightly: "Dead."

"……what?"

"What you want." Without raising her head, she pulled out a piece of paper from under the drawer.

Ruan Chongsheng took the paper, smelling the tangy smell of buns, um, it was still stuffed with meat.

It was a gray day, shrouded in gloom, he thought for a while, and asked politely: "Brother Tu..."

"He died of illness three days ago." Aunt Tu is no longer as aggressive as she used to be. After all, the years have worn her down a lot, and her eyes are dim when she looks at Ruan Chongsheng, "Damn it, leave me alone for him to raise a son —Get something and get out.”

He was quite blunt when speaking, but he was a little inexplicably friendly.

Ruan Chongsheng reached out and grabbed a bun in front of the proprietress. This was what he wanted to do most years ago.

At that time, a little beggar was even happy to grab some rotten leaves left by the dog.I came looking for the aroma, squatting aside and smelling the smell of meat, thinking about the future, I would buy a hundred and eighty baskets of steamed stuffed buns, eat one and throw one away——and then keep on smelling it, it would be great happiness.

Later, steamed stuffed buns were no longer extravagant, but instead became a little gadget.

After one bite, the taste did not change.I am used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas these years, but this old food looks extraordinarily delicious.

He avoided Mrs. Tu's broom, turned over to the other side of the stall, kept a distance that the proprietress couldn't reach, swallowed the buns whole, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't be angry, I'll buy it, can I buy it?"

He no longer remembers how many steamed buns there are now, so he untied a new purse from his waist and gently threw it on the shop floor, before running away, "Then what, I'm happy, young master, I'm buying meat buns with a thousand dollars! Don't thank me! "

There are about 20 taels of silver in it, which is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year.

You can also build a grave.

Ruan Chongsheng wiped the oil from the corner of his lips.

Back then, the Tu family and his wife were not kind to him, but after they got to know each other better, Mrs. Tu didn't stop him from occasionally picking up some steamed or unsalable steamed buns with a group of children who were also living on the street.

Although there are some disgusting and beatings, but after all, it was the meat bun he yearned for most back then.he thought so.

Pei Huizheng: "You've been spending a lot of money recently. Now that you're rich, your wings are hard?"

God is sorry to see, as Luo Lingxin said, Pei Huizheng is a disciple of Penglai, but he is a grassroots disciple who left Penglai. He can barely be called rich, but he can't compare with Luo Lingxin who has a family background.

And Luo Lingxin dotes on Ruan Chongsheng, and has always been rich and supportive of him, filling him with money like water.Ever since, the tragedy of the apprentice being richer than the master was caused.

Of course, Pei Huizheng was very unhappy. Knowing that his apprentice gave away enough money for him to live for a month, this displeasure turned into urging him to keep saying, "A prodigal, really a prodigal."

Ruan Chongsheng: "Poor again?"

Pei Huizheng: "..."

When Pei Huizheng repeatedly withdraws money, it must be when he is poor.

Master Ruan Chongsheng always likes to buy weird and impractical things. He only has interest in them for a few days when he buys them.

"My aunt is in a good mood today." He kindly reminded her.

"Nonsense! How could I beg her! Boy, play by yourself, I'll go first!"

Ruan Chongsheng rolled his eyes on the spot.

He unfolded the paper.