There are times in life that things must come to an end, and Yuan Sengdao, the apprentice who was deeply loved by fortune tellers, made his last wish before his death as if to summon a piece of destiny to return to the city.

But things often have pros and cons that complement each other. The current situation in Xicheng is chaotic. This may be the miracle of fate.

After crossing the foot of Dongshan Mountain, the two took a boat and sailed away. The scenery on the road changed so quickly from winter to summer that it was not until they reached Panyun Mountain that Jingqian's memories of the old days were aroused.

He seemed to be used to it now, as soon as the black knife left his body.

After crossing Panyun Mountain and looking down, Xicheng is just a corner of this large city, but it is extremely prosperous.

Ma Baiyi pointed to a slope and said: "Look! Go straight down from there, but that beam is Xicheng, and after crossing that beam is Mincheng. I think we should go to Mincheng first?"

"Just go to Xicheng, just go to Octagonal Tower!"

At this time, Ma Baiyi still wanted to give up the idea of ​​​​Jingqian, but he didn't know what kind of persistent thoughts kept him staring at the land.

Baiyi couldn't resist, so the two of them walked towards the west city together.

The alleyway here is only seven feet long, but it is crowded with people. For some reason, Baiyi actually brought Jingqian to such a place.

Jing Qian looked at the helpless expressions on the pedestrians' faces and knew that this was not an octagonal building.

He grabbed Baiyi in time and said, "Brother, I said I went to the Octagon Building, but you brought me to such a narrow alley!"

"It's nice here and there are a lot of people. Maybe I can sell it for some money!"

"Qian Qian Qian, brother, your head was also covered with silver paper? You weren't like this before?"

"Forget it, I'll take you there, but don't say hello to people casually, just keep your mouth shut, and bow your head even if you're bullied!"

This time Baiyi was completely at his wits end, because Jinggan had such a slippery head that he refused to give in even if he was coaxed like this.

So, the two of them walked out of the alley and walked towards the street.

Everything here seems to be in a different place from the alleyway we just walked through, but the strange thing is that there are not many pedestrians here.

Standing on the street, he could see the octagonal tower towering in the west city from a distance, but Jingqian suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

I don’t know how many dreams I’ve had, the place of the Octagon Tower has appeared many times. Coming to see it today feels like revisiting the old place.

The closer you get to the Octagonal Tower, the more prosperous it becomes, but there are fewer and fewer people nearby. By chance, you see a white paper lantern with a big word "wine" written on it, and Jing Gan's mouth suddenly watered.

"Brother, if we drink some wine, we might feel better, what do you think?"

Both of them are addicted to alcohol, but Baiyi is very reserved today.

"It's better to go home and drink, the wine here can kill you!"

Eating dead people? Unless the wine was drugged, Ma Baiyi told a lot of lies along the way in order to make Jinggan calm down, and this time it was all lies.

Just as we were about to approach the Octagon Tower, we saw many people wearing wooden shoes and high buns. They walked in unusually domineering postures, wore thick clothes, and wore long knives at their waists.

Baiyi knew that this strange scene was naturally caused by the so-called samurai ronin, so he urgently pulled Jinggan aside to avoid it.

"This is the Octagon. Don't cause trouble and don't be curious. Just concentrate on selling here and we'll go back later!"

Bai Yi's face seemed unhappy, even a little panicked. I don't know if it was the atmosphere of the Octagon Building or the samurai ronin.

Jingqian had no choice but to agree verbally, put down the things on his back, and then sat calmly on the stone steps beside the road.

When I first met Mr. Dekang in Fengshan, he had the same makeup. He taught me the art of war of the Iga sect and the 27th pole of the Ma Army. I still remember clearly what happened. But I don’t know what happened now. That humble elder later But people are not necessarily humble at all.

"Hey, stop looking!"

Baiyi noticed that Jingqian seemed to be interested in those samurai ronin, and many major events happened in this place because of provoking those people.

There are all kinds of people coming and going, but Jingqian still can't find anything familiar here, except for the octagonal building.

At this time, two old couples buying tofu passed by. Perhaps they saw their costumes and shed tears excitedly. They scooped up a large bowl of tofu and gave them to them.

After continuously being humble, Baiyi couldn't resist and took the tofu soup. Then the old man looked towards the street and secretly told the two of them: "You two guys, please don't display it here. My tofu is not worth a lot of money. If you meet me, The folks can give him two bowls, but if they see you, your good stuff will be gone!"

What a joke. Hearing this, Jing Qian was suddenly frightened. He had seen those arrogant foreigners when he traveled to the Western Regions, and now, the warriors from the East were also coming to interfere.

Just after the two couples left, they saw several young ronin in the same clothes passing by. Ma Baiyi was frightened and kicked Jinggan with his toes. Jinggan then raised his head and saw three or five ronin facing him. Come.

But the strange thing is that their laughter, humility and humility are completely different from those warriors just now.

"Brothers, how do you sell leather robes?"

It wasn't until they came closer and spoke fluent Zhongyuan dialect that the two of them felt at ease. It turned out that they were just a few people hanging other people's clothes.

As soon as he saw the business coming, Ma Baiyi suddenly smiled. He took out several hastily made leather robes from his bag and laid them down in front of several people one by one. He pointed at one of the black vest robes and introduced: "This is Sheepskin, black lambskin, even though it’s hot this season, it’s okay to get up late at night and make some armor!”

But at this time, those few seemingly friendly people were communicating with each other with Eastern etiquette. Jingqian looked confused and doubted in his heart: "Could they be real Eastern people? But what they said was so thick. A local flavor!”

"Are some of them Japanese?"

"Oh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are not Asians!"

This question almost frightened Baiyi to death, because the Japanese were the most powerful in this land.

In order to quell Jingqian's curiosity, Baiyi quickly put out several new robes and introduced them one by one.

But those few people obviously had no intention of buying anything. They just came up to take a look at the novelty gadgets. It wasn't until they saw an inconspicuous button-back leather shirt that their eyes lit up.

"Take it out and see what quality it is and what the details are."

Seeing that the business was about to decline, Baiyi saw an inconspicuous leather shirt attracting customers. He happily introduced: "This leather shirt is amazing. Many martial arts masters like to wear leather shirts like this. One is because it’s lightweight, and the other is because it’s easy to wear!”

Those people burst into laughter on the spot, with a hint of ridicule in their eyes. They held their leather shirts between their fingers in disgust and said, "This is what a martial artist relies on? Haha, it's not as solid as the Japanese clothes. It seems that Hong Quan and Tai Chi are the same." It is reasonable to lose to the martial arts hall!"

"Shut up! Hong Quan and Tai Chi are my supreme martial arts in China. No matter how skilled you are, you can't be insulted like this!"

How could Jingqian hear such slander, he immediately stood up to refute, and those few people laughed even more happily, pointing at Jingqian and Baiyi with worldly eyes, and boasting: "The man who was called a master a few days ago He also maintained it like you, but what happened later? He was beaten to pieces! What kind of bullshit kung fu was spread by the world indiscriminately because of compliments to each other!"

"Who are you talking about?"
Chapter completed!