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Heyang City is not sunny every day. For example, today, just after noon, black clouds hovered in the night sky, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to be pressing down on the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled across the vast earth amidst the biting and howling wind.
The huge pavilion of Shanhaiyuan stood still in the wind and rain. Because the sky was dark, the lights had been turned on, making the whole building brightly lit and magnificent, with people coming and going, and it was very lively. It is truly the number one restaurant in Heyang City!
But right next to Shanhaiyuan, two houses away, there is another small shop. The plaque has three characters "Pinxiangfang" written on it. The calligraphy was in ordinary handwriting and was definitely not written by a famous artist. The wood used to build the small building was also blackened and looked quite old. But what is surprising is that there is an endless stream of people coming and going in this small building. If the place wasn't smaller, I believe the business would definitely be much more popular than that of Shanhaiyuan.
Living in Heyang, if you have never heard of the word "Pinxiangfang", you will probably be laughed out of your mouth.
This shop has a history of nearly 200 years in Heyang City. It specializes in selling various tea snacks and steamed buns. Its taste is unique in Heyang and it is a unique time-honored brand. Moreover, things here are not expensive and provide a place to rest, so most businessmen and Heyang residents always like to come and have a seat.
After a while, the rain gradually subsided, and everyone in the shop dispersed, leaving only three or four tables of customers.
Shopkeeper Mo stretched his arms and began to make the accounts slowly.
His family has been running this small shop for generations, and he has been doing it for more than thirty years.
Although the life is monotonous and the money is not earned quickly, it is still very comfortable.
He was thinking like this when he suddenly heard someone shouting: "Waiter, make me a pot of Maojian!"
Shopkeeper Mo responded and was about to greet the waiter when he raised his head and found that he was not there.
¡°You must have gone to the toilet, right?¡±
Shopkeeper Mo was not angry, he made tea and served it to the guests at the table.
Suddenly I heard an old man at the table sigh: "It's so difficult in today's world!"
Shopkeeper Mo raised his head and saw that it was a group of escorts who used to come to his shop. He asked with a smile on his face: "What's wrong?"
The old man gave a bitter smile and said: "Ten years ago, the Demon Sect, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared. I heard that it was still fighting a big battle with the gods of the righteous way in Qingyun Mountain. Since then, this In the past ten years, instead of being eliminated by the righteous way, the demon sect has become increasingly prosperous, and it is heard everywhere that they are fighting with the righteous way."
Shopkeeper Mo was silent, and the old man sighed and said: "We, the common people, can't control what they fight against them. However, under this fight, the world is in chaos. Now thieves are rampant, and there are countless people who rob homes and homes. We are out there." I only live for a living and lick blood with my knife. I really want to find a place to live in this city and do some small business like you."
Shopkeeper Mo said quickly: "Then you have to act quickly. Now the house prices in Heyang City are rising fast"
While he was speaking, a female voice suddenly came from a distant corner and said calmly: "So, does this gentleman think that the current chaos in the world and the rampant thieves are all caused by the demon sect you say?"
The old man was startled, but before he spoke, the fortune teller and the young girl were sitting at the table in front of him, and he looked at them. The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and her appearance was sweet and cute, which made people uncomfortable. Jue's eyes lit up.
At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old businessman: "This old man!"
The old man looked at her and said, "What's the matter, girl?"
The young girl whispered: "Old man, you have a thin face and many lines, but your face is not broken. Although your life has been full of twists and turns, it is still peaceful. It's just that you have a small scar at the sixth point of the heaven, lying across your face, blocking it. The life line and the wealth line indicate that when you get older, there may be a big disaster. Now that you are getting older, it is better to talk less and cause less trouble."
All the escorts changed their colors at the same time, and the old man stood up and stared closely at the old man and the young man, but neither of them reacted and remained calm. For a long while, the old man's face was uncertain. He looked around, finally sat back, held his hands to the girl and said, "Thank you for your advice."
After he sat back, the shop immediately became quiet. The somewhat mysterious woman in the corner just nowHe seemed to quiet down for a moment and didn't speak anymore.
It¡¯s just that it¡¯s raining hard outside, and it¡¯s hard to go out. After a long time, the escorts over there gradually started chatting, and they talked about the battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.
¡°These escorts are just ordinary people, and naturally they have never been to the scene to see them, but it is rumored that this thing was born for this purpose. Moreover, those masters of righteous cultivation have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best talking points among ordinary people.
As they talked, the voices of several young people gradually became louder, and others heard them and were attracted.
"In short, the situation of Qingyun Sect was already in danger at that time. Fortunately, the old god Daoxuan took part in the good fortune and used his finger to tap lightly. Thunder and lightning suddenly fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard for hundreds of miles around. This Only then did we repel the Demon Sect¡¯s people!¡±
"Fart!" Suddenly, there was a soft shout, but it came from the distinguished old man sitting at the same table with the girl. Everyone was startled and looked at him, only to hear the old man say: "If Dao Xuan is really that Amazing, how come in the battle at Qingyun Mountain, so many people from the Qingyun Sect died, even two of the leaders of the Seven Meridians died, and the other elders and disciples suffered countless casualties, do you think the demons of the Demon Sect are just freeloaders?"
Everyone was speechless. The girl next to him frowned and whispered: "Grandpa, I just told people not to talk too much. Why do you talk so much?"
The old man chuckled, and his face that was originally quite like a crane suddenly became a little proud, and he whispered: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, I have shown you my fate a long time ago. Although I have been wandering all my life, But you will be lucky when you grow old, and you will grow old safely, and there will be someone to see you off, haha, it doesn¡¯t matter, it doesn¡¯t matter!¡±
The young girl just took a sip of tea and almost choked on his words. She coughed twice and glared at the old man angrily, but the old man was very proud and didn't take it to heart at all.
The old man and the young man are none other than the world-traveling fortune teller Yi Xian and his granddaughter Xiao Huan. Ten years have passed since the last battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain. Xiao Huan has also grown up and is beautiful and beautiful. , but still following Zhou Xian around the world. But for some reason, she looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Calculating her age, she should be in her early twenties.
At this time, Yi Xian seemed to be addicted. Regardless of the fact that it was his first meeting with others, he pulled up his stool and sat among the businessmen. He began to talk about the Qingyun Battle that year. Xiao Huan was angry next to him. But there is nothing that can be done.
Immortal Zhou Yi is very eloquent. Besides, he can travel the world with just one mouth. His words are lively and lifelike, far better than those young people just now. After a while, even shopkeeper Mo couldn't help but came over. , everyone gathered together, listening to Zhou Xian looking at the past, looking back on the past while talking and laughing
"ah!"
Hearing the exciting and intense part, the young people exclaimed at the same time. One of them couldn't help but asked: "Dad, were you there at the time and knew so carefully?"
Zhou Yixian was startled, then patted his clothes with his hand, shook his head and sighed: "I have never wanted to get involved in these fighting and killing matters, so let the juniors of Qingyun Sect do it!"
Everyone was startled and immediately felt in awe. Unexpectedly, they heard a "pop" next to them, and it was Xiaohuan who spat out the sip of tea he just drank and started coughing.
Zhou Yixian glared at her, then turned around and smiled. At this time, a young man next to him said: "Old man, what happened to the disciple named Shui from Qingyun Sect in the end? Did he really break away and become a monk?"
Zhou Yixian suddenly laughed and said mysteriously: "Of course, Shui Mengchen's aptitude is all over the world. Ten years ago, he rarely encountered an opponent. Now I think he should be invincible. In fact, according to legend, he is now living in seclusion in Heyang. In the city!¡±
"Ah!?" They didn't expect that the protagonist of the story was so close to them. Everyone was so surprised that they couldn't help but exclaimed.
That Zhouxian said proudly: "You know, it is said that the Poison God, one of the leaders of the Demon Cult, was also in Heyang City. But as soon as the battle between good and evil ended, and Shui Mengchen came to Heyang, he took him with him All of my men packed up and ran away. By the way, do you still remember what happened six years ago?"
When this matter was mentioned, everyone was stunned. Most residents of Heyang knew about this matter. Xiaohuan's face turned red and he spat softly.
This thing is very strange, and even after a long time, no one has forgotten it.
But I heard Zhou Yixian continued: "The people in Fenxiang Valley regarded Shui Mengchen as an evil heretic. When two elders and six disciples got the news that Shui Mengchen was in Heyang City, they planned to come and get rid of him. Unexpectedly, they were attacked the next day. The magic weapon was taken away inexplicably, and everyone took off their clothes and hung them at the city gate. Such humiliation was even uglier than killing them. But thenThis matter was left unsolved, and Fenxiang Valley did not come to seek revenge. He must be extremely afraid of that humane thing! "
The people around were surprised. They didn't expect that there were such strange people in the world. Thinking about the joy of traveling across the world, they couldn't help but imagine.
Shopkeeper Mo was stunned for a long time and then said: "I wonder how Shui Mengchen is doing now?"
Zhou Yixian smiled and said: "He? It is said that now he writes inscriptions and paintings at home every day, sells them for money, and travels around the world in his spare time. His life is not comfortable"
"Cough!"
A slight cough came from the mouth of the woman in the corner, stopping Zhou Xian's words.
Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at the rain outside. They then said goodbye and went out.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the afternoon sunlight shone through the window. Only then did Zhou Yixian see the woman in the corner clearly. She was dressed in goose yellow clothes, with a melon-shaped face, picturesque features, and charming eyes. At first glance, she was unparalleled in beauty, and at second glance, she was The various styles captivate the world.
Xiaohuan was overjoyed, laughed out loud, ran over immediately, took the woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Ping'er, why is it you.
The woman was obviously very familiar with Xiao Huan. She reached out and pinched her white face, and said with a smile: "It took me half a year to know that I came to see my sister. It really makes me sad."
Then she looked at Yiyi Xian behind Xiao Huan, her eyes became colder, and she said: "Someone is talking about my young master behind his back. Of course I want to come and listen."
When Zhou Yixian looked at her, he immediately shrank by three points and remained silent for a while.
But seeing the two women being intimate for a long time, the woman smiled and said: "Xiaohuan, my master asked me to come out to buy refreshments, so I went back first. Remember to see my sister later."
Xiaohuan nodded and reluctantly watched the woman pay the bill and disappear out the door.
But it was said that the woman walked out of the "Pinxiangfang" gate, walked straight through the alleys in the city for a long time, and entered an inconspicuous small courtyard.
After walking through the flowers and plants planted in the garden, the woman in yellow opened the door of the innermost hut. The house looked small from the outside, but once you walked in, it was quite spacious and was divided into three interior rooms. come out.
"Ping'er, you've been here for so long, haven't you gotten wet?" A male voice came from Yi Bian's study, which sounded extremely lazy, but extremely pleasant.
Hearing that voice, the woman in the yellow shirt immediately smiled like a flower and walked towards the study. As she walked, she said: "It's okay, my good young master. I brought back your favorite soup dumpling. Eat it quickly. I'll wait." It¡¯s getting cold.¡±
As she said this, she walked into the room. The first thing that caught her eye was a table one and a half feet in size, with a large piece of paper spread on it. Next to her, a man in white clothes was painting on it with pen and ink flowing like lightning. .
However, he saw an unidentifiable swaying white shadow on his arm, which was dazzling. Looking carefully, he was holding four brushes in each hand, and eight colors were quickly sketched on the paper.
This kind of painting skills is truly amazing.
??Looking at the face of that person, it turned out to be a young man in his early twenties, but he was very beautiful. If he hadn't put his hair in a man bun, he would have been mistaken for a peerless beauty. It was Shui Mengchen who had lived in seclusion for many years.
The woman in yellow shirt looked at him with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"It's done!" After a while, Shui Mengchen shouted softly. Putting down the pen and ink in his hand, he looked at the woman in front of him with a narrow expression, and said with a smile: "Ping'er, let's see how much my painting can be sold for."
She looked down and exclaimed, and saw a beauty in a yellow dress leaping on the paper, holding a peach branch in her hand, so charming that it made people enchanted. It was her portrait.
Suddenly, Shui Mengchen took out the food box and took out a small bun. While eating, he said, "Well, the breasts seem to be a little too small."
The woman raised her head sharply, her entire cheek flushed with blood, but her charming look in the corners of her eyes did not diminish at all. Even though she was shrewd and calculating, she was still a little shy when facing the master whom she had lost her virginity to for so long.
But she raised her head, smiled, and said in a disgusted voice: "My good master, just give this painting to Ping'er, don't sell it, okay?" Her eyes kept flashing, and she seemed to be very pleased with the painting. .
"Huh? Well" Shui Mengchen gently sucked the soup from the bun on his index finger, pretended to think for a moment, then put his head to the woman's ear, blew air and said, "Then you have to see how my Ping'er behaves at night. How's it going?"
After saying that, he chuckled lightly and walked out with the food box in hand. Only the bottle was left alone, but he saw that her eyes were as charming as water, and with a slight shyness, she whispered softly: "Master is getting worse and worse, see if I don't talk to sister Yao'er."
But there was a faint look of happiness in his eyes.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ??Say goodbye.
She was originally a disciple of the Hehuan sect of the demon sect, named Jin Ping'er. Ten years ago, in the battle at Tongtian Peak, her master Sanmiao Fairy and most of the elites in the sect were killed by the Ancient Sword of Execution. Eight years ago, the Ghost King Sect and the Wan Du Sect attempted to annex the already weakened Hehuan Sect, and blood flowed into the Xiaoyao Stream like an endless hell. It happened that Shui Mengchen went on a trip, saved her life, and kept her by his side. .
Jin Ping'er will never forget that day. When she was desperately waiting for death, a white figure actually stood in front of her and mercilessly killed a worshiper and three elders of Wan Du Sect, as well as the Ghost King on the side. He seemed to be quite familiar with him, but there was also deep fear in his eyes.
After that, Shui Mengchen took her back to his residence. Her originally ruthless and calculating character was inexplicably smoothed away by his side. She had fallen hopelessly in love with him, and even did not hesitate to be by his side. Be a little maid and serve him in daily life.
I hope this kind of life can last forever. With a smile on her face, Jin Ping'er gently rolled up the painting. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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