fairy dust

【three months ago】

The late autumn in Cannes is very different from the Tianyuzong hidden in the dense forests of Xiling.As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse.The vast sea of ​​grass is surrounded by large golden maple forests, and the breath of the frontier is full of opening and closing.When the sky is high and the air is clear, the clouds that occupy half of the sky are changing and churning, and it looks like the vigorous and soaring eagle is like a young chick taking flight in the south.

Zhao Qingran finally came to Cannes. Ever since he learned in Tian Yuzong two years ago that there was a search that he cared about in this place, he has been fighting for the opportunity to come to Cannes for investigation.But now that he really puts his horse in this frontier city with lush water and grass and strong autumn atmosphere, anger and sorrow are surging in his heart.

Cannes is not big, it is not as solemn as Kaijing nor as prosperous as Southern Jiangsu.It is more like a huge commercial town, and there are so many Hu Ke who come and go from south to north with different costumes and appearances.Walking in the streets and alleys of Cannes during the day, you can see them everywhere speaking with foreign accents and bartering with merchants in Cannes, taking away exquisite porcelain and medicines from Dayan with plump cattle, sheep and horses.At night, the huqin is melodious, the sound of drinking is hearty, and there are some anti-customers, which makes the people of Dayan in Cancheng mistakenly feel like they are living in a foreign land.

Cannes is not small, with houses connecting houses, buildings connecting buildings, 14 buildings, large and small, with a population of more or less 4000.On the tallest round tower, the flag of Dayan fluttered in the wind. It was not the government office of Cannes, but the chief lord of the Cannes Chamber of Commerce, which further showed the importance of merchants in Cannes.

Like other Tian Yuzong disciples, Zhao Qingran changed into ordinary clothes before reaching Cancheng.After two years, he put on the purple clothes before he entered Tian Yuzong, but he was still handsome and handsome.

As soon as he entered the town of Kancheng, Zhao Qingran understood why the silver-eyed night devil would choose such a place to hibernate.In such a place full of fish and dragons, there are faint demonic auras everywhere, not to mention those Hu merchants who often wear windproof hoods on their heads, even the Da Yan people who are disguised are also acting mysteriously and suspiciously.This place is far away from the Central Plains again, and there are few Taoist masters here. Even Tian Yuzong, who began to pay attention to Cancheng two years ago, just changed clothes and conducted secret investigations without any action.

After all, the silver-eyed night devil is an ancient evil spirit. If he really hid here, he would definitely be able to hide his magic breath without leaving a trace.This is also the reason why Tian Yuzong searched for him for two years, but with little success.

Zhao Qingran walked in Cannes Street, looking everywhere, and at the same time, many eyes were looking at the four of them.Suddenly, an old operator in simple clothes on the side of the street quickly followed Zhao Qingran with a cloth flag in his hand, and smiled at him, "Young man, stay here for now."

Zhao Qingran stopped in his tracks, but saw that the operator's hair was disheveled, his silver-gray hair seemed to be stained with wind and frost, and his face was covered with wrinkles like ravines, but he was very energetic, and he spoke with a lot of breath and without the slightest sense of dejection. For a time it was difficult to tell the age.Let's say it's an ancient and rare stick, Xu De.Say it's old age, maybe.Only one eye under the crane's eyebrows lost its eyeball for some reason, leaving only a chaotic white.

Zhao Qingran cupped his hands and asked the operator: "What's the matter, old man?"

The old operator looked at the royal sword in Zhao Qingran's hand with his only right eye, and sighed loudly: "Good sword!"

Seeing that the old operator stopped him just to praise his magic weapon, Zhao Qingran took out forty Wen from his bosom, handed it to the operator, and said: "The old man has good eyesight, is this enough for you to make a fortune?"

Unexpectedly, the old operator had no intention of leaving, he just smiled and said, "Enough is not enough."

Zhao Qingran originally wanted to dismiss the old operator, but seeing that there was something in his words, he asked again: "What does the old man mean by this?"

However, the old operator walked around Zhao Qingran for a week, grabbing things here and there, muttering something in his mouth.Suddenly, the old operator suddenly reached out and pointed at the center of Zhao Qingran's chest.Zhao Qingran immediately raised the knife to block, and blocked the old operator's hand beyond the size of his chest.

The old operator didn't touch Zhao Qingran's body with his fingers, but he frowned, his cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted into a smile.

The two stood in a stalemate for a moment, Zhao Qingran's face was serious, and he asked seriously: "Old man, what do you mean?"

Hearing this, the old operator withdrew his hand and smiled.The gentle and kind gaze in the one-eyed eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said quietly: "I am an old fortune teller for ordinary disasters, but I am not afraid of losing my life if I am old. But you four boys are young, four Life, these forty coins..."

Feipeng, a disciple of Tu Ming Palace who was traveling with Zhao Qingran, heard the word "four" which is compatible with "death" three times in a row. Do we have a bloodbath?"

The old operator shook his head again and said with a smile, "Yes and no."

After hearing this, Zhao Qingran took out two taels of silver ingots, and said to the old operator: "I also ask the old man to give advice."

Not accepting the money, the old operator only pointed at Zhao Qingran with a grim expression on his face, and said coldly: "You have the bloody plague. Are they..." He pointed at Feipeng and the other three with his fingers, and said with a dark smile: "Buried with him."

After saying that, the old operator left the four people in astonishment, turned around holding the cloth banner, and disappeared into the crowd in the street.After a few steps, it was hard to find any trace.

"Wow, what did the old operator say? Is there a fatal disaster? We also have to be buried with him? Is he accurate? I get goosebumps when I say it." The old operator's pale blind eyes swept over them with a strange coldness, and he couldn't help shivering again.

"Bah bah bah, it doesn't matter if his calculation is accurate or not, the key is that it sounds bad luck." Feicheng shook his head and sighed: "When I first entered Cannes, I met a nonsense fortune teller. If I had known, I would have followed him." Fei Mo Lingzun applied to cut Dongchai."

Fei Ce patted Fei Cheng, and calmly persuaded him: "I think the old operator is eight out of ten or nine out of ten. He just said it casually. We are so good that there is no bloody disaster. Even if there is, don't we have the long sword in our hands and the whole body?" Is the Taoism just for show?"

Fei Ce turned his eyes and saw that Zhao Qingran was still silent, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't take it to heart, Junior Brother Fei Ran, the old operator left without taking the money, I'm afraid it's disgusting." He gave us less money before, and deliberately said some bad words to retaliate against us and add trouble to us."

Zhao Qingran could only nod when he heard this, and said: "The old operator looks crazy, but he is really weird. You can't believe what he said. But if it's really me that got into some terrible trouble, please don't let me go. Suffer with me, and escape in time."

"Hahaha." Fei Ce laughed loudly, "Junior brother, why do you speak like that old operator?"

Fei Peng also said: "Couldn't the younger brother belittle us by saying this? If you are really in danger, we will definitely not stand by and watch, let alone run away."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fei Cheng was also infected by Fei Ce and Fei Peng's righteousness, and said loudly, "Our disciples of Tu Ming are all of one mind! As the saying goes, brothers work together to cut gold! I'd like to see See how the devil dares to provoke us!"

"Okay, keep your voice down." Fei Ce hit Fei Cheng's stomach with the hilt of his sword, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you notice that there is a demonic breath here? I'm afraid that those evil spirits won't know about you. identity!"

Feicheng rubbed his stomach with a smile, and stopped talking.The four of them settled down in an inn, and made an appointment to go out to investigate when the demonic aura was strong and uncontrollable at midnight.But at night, the temperature in Cannes dropped a lot. Compared with the heat at noon, it seemed like a different season.

When Zhao Qingran couldn't wait, he had already packed his clothes and took the royal sword and went outside the inn. The tall circular tower of the Cannes Chamber of Commerce quickly caught his attention.Finding a dark place with no one around, Zhao Qingran got up and landed lightly on the big dome of the chamber of commerce.At this time, if other people were on the ground, they would not be able to find that there was another person on the tower.

The night sky in Cannes is clear and bright, and the stars are twinkling.Huqin and flute came in the cold night wind, and the melodies of the business travelers, no matter whether they were happy or sad, always showed some homesickness.

homesickness...

Zhao Qingran squinted his eyes and looked southeast under the slightly fluttering flag of Dayan.A place far, far away was once his hometown.There are verdant bamboo forests, continuous rivers and lotus ponds, and the people there are fond of drinking and even know how to make wine. My father would often go to the river to catch a basket of small crucian carp, and my mother would take it with a smile. Delicious river fish soup will be served on the dinner table.After drinking a bowl, my mother will fill another bowl.But if he wanted to drink the third bowl, his mother would knock him on the forehead and call him a little greedy cat.

It's a pity that these little things can only emerge in memory forever.He must recall the landscape of his hometown, the faces of his parents and the taste of fish soup every night, otherwise those memories will gradually fade away.

Zhao Qingran blamed the sudden appearance of that person for all the beautiful shattering.He hated that person, but he could no longer find revenge on that person.So he passed on his full resentment to all the people and things related to that person, so he entered the Tian Yuzong.

And the last look with his mother, the only scene he had to recall when he dreamed back in the middle of the night.It was a heart-piercing pain, and even if it cost him his life, he would have to settle the score with the silver-eyed night devil.So, he came to Cannes.

night, deeper.

The Huqin and Hudi faded away without knowing when, and Cannes finally fell into cold and silence.In the vast sea of ​​grass outside the city, white mist that could not tell whether it was mist or frost began to spread faintly, and the magic power became stronger and stronger.

"Of course, what are you doing? Come down quickly." Fei Peng rolled his hands around his mouth and lowered his voice.

time?

Zhao Qingran returned to her thoughts, and subconsciously touched the center of her chest.How can this thing exert its infinite power?Is it a five-color five-element array?Are you a song fan?Is it blood?still me?

"Here we come." He gently let go of the hand clenched on his chest, jumped down from the tall chamber of commerce tower, straightened his expression and said to the three fellow disciples: "Within five miles to the southeast of the city, the devil's breath is very heavy. You can go check it out."