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Yu Xiu left in a hurry, packed some simple luggage into the carriage, and only brought twenty disciples with him.Only two hours after coming out of Jianjian Pond, he and Nan Yang drove down the mountain together.

The horses pulling the cart were two excellent sweat-blooded BMWs. They traveled quickly overnight and traveled all the way south, and soon crossed the northern border and entered the Central Plains.In just four days, Yu Xiu and his party were ready to enter the pass.

Yu Xiu has been busy with the deployment, and there are endless letters to Feige all day long. Nan Yang is helping out. Both of them are taciturn, and they don't talk much except for a few sects or Jianghu affairs along the way. What.It's just that Nan Yang's injured wrist is still poisonous, and there are severe pains from time to time. Yu Xiu prepared some pills for her to relieve it.

Yu Xiu led his disciples to rest at the inn for one night, four days and three nights, even if he and Nan Yang could survive sitting in the carriage, the twenty disciples who followed them were all riding horses, never sleeping or resting. It's time to take a good rest and add some food.

At the dinner table, Yu Xiu and Nan Yang sat at the same table, and there were a few sumptuous dishes on the table.After Yu Xiu finished eating hastily, Nan Yang chewed slowly while holding a bowl of rice.

While burying his head in writing, Yu Xiu glanced at Nan Yang out of the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice, "You haven't had a good rest these two days, so take some calming pills tonight, otherwise you won't be energetic enough, and your injury will heal slowly."

"Yes, senior brother." Nan Yang replied.

"You are still the same as before these years, you don't say anything, I am your senior brother, you..." Yu Xiu paused, then changed the subject again, "Eat some vegetables, you always like to just eat plain rice, I can't eat any tricks."

Nan Yang put down the bowls and chopsticks: "Brother, hurry up, I'll go out for a walk."

Yu Xiu nodded, watched Nan Yang step out of the threshold and out of sight, and focused on the letterhead under him again.

The size of the inn in Guanzhong is not shabby, and the scenery is naturally very different from that in northern Xinjiang. It is just autumn at this time, and the trees in the backyard of the inn are full of red maple and yellow leaves, overlapping.

Nan Yang just walked to the place where a tree changed hands, and saw two people talking in a dark corner not far from the courtyard, one fat and the other thin.She wanted to avoid it, but occasionally a few words passed into her ears along the wind made her stop.

"When did the sect master ask us to go back?... We are also the original 36 hidden guards, but now we are wasting in these clueless places..." Fatty's tone was full of resentment.

The thin man comforted: "Who would have imagined it? The sect master insisted on looking for it. It took so many years to find him, but who the hell knows where that person is? You were just sent here. Just figure it out. It's okay. Maybe after a while." The door master doesn't want to do this anymore."

"Is it possible? The sect master's posture, I'm afraid it will take a lifetime to find!"

"Where did you come from?... If you find it, it's over. Although... it's a bit ridiculous."

The fat man lowered his voice: "But... I heard that the family of the head of the door was killed a few years ago? Seeing that they were wrapped in a coffin and buried in the soil, why did they start looking for the young master again?"

"You don't know?!... In the past few years, they all died. The door owner deliberately found a strange place, full of intricate tunnels, and built a very large mausoleum there to bury the door owner. Madam and young master. You also know that the head of the door has a deep affection for his wife, and the mausoleum was built like a royal family. As a result, it attracted the fight... You know? It’s the one who touches the dead. It is alive. When the sect master went to worship again, he was furious when he found that the tomb had been stolen. When he counted the lost items, he found that there was something wrong with his little daughter's coffin...the body in the coffin was gone!"

"What?! Is there such a thing? You even steal zongzi?"

"Who's a no-brainer stealing zongzi! The funerary objects are valuable, but what is the corpse of a dead person worth?... The head of the sect suspects that the little master is cheating on his death, so he followed Daedou's way, or he followed the road he dug up by himself. I went out, but I don’t know the detailed reason. Tsk tsk, I can’t figure it out after thinking about it. What the sect master thinks makes sense. But God knows that the little master died alive? Then he was really dead and buried a few years ago. Even if we are alive now, we How can I know where it is?"

"That's right! ... I'm looking for it for no reason. I guess it was the one who fought back for the sake of convenience. I didn't know where it turned into ashes..."

"Hey, it's useless to complain, just look for it... After a few more years of searching, we will also find it in the soil..."

There was nothing to listen to in the following conversation, Nan Yang walked away slowly.These two people are very good at martial arts, if it weren't for Nan Yang's light breath and excellent hearing, he would not have heard them say these words.

Nan Yang thought about these words secretly.After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure out which sect these two belonged to.There are many sects established by the sect in the Jianghu. The Tangjiabao in Bashu is also called the Tang Sect. The master of the sect in the two populations does not know which one.There are so many grievances and grievances between the various families over the years, and how many families have been exterminated. This is an anecdote, the dead are resurrected.

Anyway, it's none of her business, it's an interesting story.

Nan Yang was thinking about these things, and walked out of the station without knowing it. It was getting dark and the street was lit with bright lights.People started to walk eastward in a concentrated manner, all looking beaming and glowing red.Thinking there was something interesting, Nan Yang followed them, wanting to join in the fun.

It used to be the night market on the east side, but this time it happened by chance, the night market that only gathers once every seven days happened to be called Nan Yang.The small streets are distributed vertically and horizontally, and the roadsides are full of bustling vendors. Each street is different, but very similar. Walking in it is full of people, like a small maze.

The lights illuminate this place like daytime, and it is crowded with people and extremely prosperous.Nan Yang is more quiet, but they have all come in, and they can't get out for a while, so they can only look around.

There are many little gadgets on both sides of the street. At first glance, they are either women’s favorites, or children’s favorites, such as rouge and gouache, calligraphy and painting antiques, and sugar ball noodles.It's a pity that Qing Huan is not around. There are many interesting things here, which have never been seen in Beipu.The children must be very happy to see these.

When Qing Huan grows up, take her to have a look.

Nan Yang stopped in front of a small stall selling masks, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a half-face white jade cloud pattern mask.A thin layer of white jade looks radiant and cool to the touch.The auspicious clouds on it are exquisite and fine-grained, complicated and beautiful.

Nan Yang looked at it for a while, then reached out to get the mask.

It was only after the cold fingers touched it that they suddenly met another person's fingers.The momentary contact, the soft feeling of the man's warm fingertips bloomed on his slightly icy fingertips, making Nan Yang subconsciously withdraw his hand to avoid it.

Nan Yang looked up and saw a woman in Tsing Yi standing beside her.The woman was also looking at her, her eyebrows and eyes were as clear and bright as an ink painting, and her gaze was shining brightly. Her thigh-length black hair was only loosely tied at the end, which was very charming. She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she felt Very restrained.

The atmosphere was awkwardly silent for a while.

Two stunning women stood together on the side of the road and stared at each other. One was dressed in white as snow and looked otherworldly; the other was quiet and elegant with picturesque features.For a time, it attracted the attention of many pedestrians.

"The girl likes this too? Girl, take it." The woman in Tsing Yi spoke first, with a humble and polite tone, and a mature calmness beyond her age in her eyes.

"Thank you for your kindness, I just took a look. I'm sorry." Nan Yang nodded slightly, gestured and turned to leave.

Only took two steps.

"Girl, stop." The woman in Tsing Yi called to stop Nan Yang again.

"What's the matter?" Nan Yang stopped, speaking with the usual coldness.

"I remember, I recognize you. I met you when I was young seven years ago." The woman in Tsing Yi walked a few steps towards Nan Yang, with a smile on her lips, "You are... Nan Yang, right?"

Nan Yang looked at the woman in Tsing Yi again, but she had no impression at all: "I don't remember you."

"Oh...don't remember me...but you should have heard of me, my name is Junqiao."

"It turned out to be the owner of Shaogu." Nan Yang raised her eyebrows slightly, she still didn't expect to meet someone from Luanhuagu here.

"It's been seven years, and Lord Nanyang is still the same as before, and he hasn't aged at all. I only came here about seven years ago." Jun Qiao gestured on his chest.

Nan Yang just responded politely: "Yes."

"In the night market, I met the Lord of the Northern Punishment, and...we both fell in love with the same mask. It's really destined." Jun Qiao looked at Nan Yang, and his smile deepened.

"Is Master Shaogu going to Los Angeles too? What about the others in Luanhua Valley?"

"I'm going to Los Angeles. The others are going to settle down at the post station first. I have time to come here for a walk. Beifei... actually sent the lord to go there in person?"

"And my brother, who is now settled in the station."

Junqiao was a little surprised: "You two are here?...Well... Since we live in the same place, why don't we walk around together twice and be a companion?"

Nan Yang replied lightly: "No, I'll go back right away. Master Shaogu take a stroll."

Junqiao said again: "Wait."

As she said that, Jun Qiao raised her right hand, and suddenly a small bird flew out of her cuff, flew around her, and landed on Nan Yang's shoulder deftly.

Nan Yang looked sideways, and after a closer look, he found that the bird was actually made of wood. The fine wooden bones were extremely ingenious, and the bird's head and wings were lifelike. The circle it just flew was clearly no different from a live bird. .

She knew that Luanhuagu was good at heavenly mechas, but she never knew that they had reached such a level that they could be compared with living things.

"Today is the first time we've seen each other. Let's talk about something small." Junqiao bid farewell with his hands in his hands, "Honorable Lord, go slowly."

The mechs made by Luanhuagu must be more than just fun.This little wooden bird must have many uses, and being carried by Junqiao, it must not be a common thing.Nan Yang didn't refuse. After accepting it, he thanked Junqiao, turned around and walked lightly and slowly, gradually disappearing into the crowd.

Jun Qiao watched Nan Yang leave, and stayed still for a long time, staring at the place where Nan Yang disappeared.After a long time, he turned his head slowly and looked at the white jade mask.

The lights on the side of the street at night shine on the shiny white jade, and the originally cold white jade is coated with a layer of warm halo by the dim yellow light, making it even more unique.