Yang Liudi didn't sleep all night, but he was still full of energy, like a bird out of its cage, chirping and telling Ning Xiangruo what he had learned from following Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan today.
The Three Fengchen Heroes was naturally written by this eccentric woman. This idea is suspected of plagiarizing Ye Xiaochuan. It is not difficult to extend from the male and female heroes to the Fengchen Heroes.
Ning Xiangruo had no objection and even conspired with Yang Liudi on how to punish Ye Xiaochuan.
Yun Qiyou didn't have any objections. She didn't know why. Seeing Ye Xiaochuan scratching his head and scratching his head, she felt very happy inside. She just let Yang Liudi fool around and watch from the side.
Yang Liudi said: "I think this Ye Xiaochuan is determined to be evil and has no intention of leaving Xifeng City. Today he asked everyone about the whereabouts of the three of us when he met people on the street. It seems that he really guessed that we broke her last night.
Good thing."
Ning Xiangruo smiled. She had been stolen by this little naughty boy Ye Xiaochuan several times before, and she had long wanted to teach this boy a lesson, and now she just got what she wanted.
She said: "Since he guessed it was the three of us, does he think he can defeat the three of us by joining forces with Baili Yuan?"
Yun Qiyou, who rarely spoke, said: "He is just unwilling to look for us. He has been wandering the streets for a day, looking for the next target."
Ning Xiangruo was stunned and said: "No way? This is Xifeng City! It's within the core sphere of influence of our Cangyun Sect. The so-called rabbit doesn't eat the grass on the edge of its nest. Even if he wants to get rich, he is unlikely to do so.
Come here."
Yun Qiyou said: "After all these years, has he still eaten enough grass at Samsara Peak?"
Ning Xiangruo was speechless. Also, Ye Xiaochuan was stealing this and that unscrupulously in Samsara Peak. In his mind, there was no such thing as a rabbit not eating the grass beside the nest, because he heard that his bad friends
Occasionally, I lose a few taels of silver for no apparent reason.
Cultivators should cultivate their minds and nature and purify their souls. None of the three of them could figure out why Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation level was so high when he was so worldly. It seems that these inner demons and karma, which are regarded as savage beasts by cultivators, have no regard for this boy.
There was no reaction.
Xifeng City, Yangtze River Wharf.
Ye Xiaochuan did not find the next fat pig, nor did he find any trace of Yun Qiyou and the three people, but he found a very interesting place.
The pier was buzzing with people, much more lively than in the city. Countless Liba carried goods and stepped on planks between the pier and the cargo ships. On the wide river, you can see boats with bright rainbows hanging on them.
A young lady wearing a light gauze with her breasts exposed, holding a fan handkerchief, stood on the deck of a flower boat and winked at the men on the shore, hoping to seduce a few romantic young men to come on board and compose a song called "Spring Rain in Wushan".
Merchant ships, hawkers, circus troupes, prostitutes, libaba, business travelers, tourists, passionate young men and other elements form a splash-ink painting of a bustling and bustling mundane market.
Ye Xiaochuan saw a few pretty young ladies throwing handkerchiefs at him on the flower boat. Those women were not very old, and they were all wearing very little, not even bellybands, and a piece of silk gauze was draped on their bodies.
, completely the same as not wearing any clothes.
Ye Xiaochuan felt like he was going to have a nosebleed. After all, he was a normal man. Although he didn't know his exact birth date, he should be almost sixteen years old.
Such a fragrant scene made him a little unable to resist. The little deer bumped into each other, his face turned red, and he wished he could fly to the flower boat immediately and taste the three inches of vermilion and seven feet of nephrite.
Ever since, he was kicked hard by Baili Yuan.
Baili Yuan almost gritted his teeth and said: "How come you are also the leader of the younger generation of Cangyun Sect and a cultivator who seeks immortality. Why are you so unstable in mind? How many prostitutes can make your nose bleed? Stay away from me.
Be careful, lest I lose all my face by you!"
Ye Xiaochuan got up and wiped his nose. Sure enough, there was nosebleed. He argued: "You kicked me and threw me just now. Yes, you threw me!"
"The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortal caressed my head, and I tied my hair to receive immortality. The sky and the blue clouds and the sea have never forgotten my fame. If I were to come again, I would only travel in the world of mortals. This young hero is still young, look at it
Beauty is naturally difficult to control. This is just a release of human nature. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Maybe one day, after seeing through the world of mortals, you will find that it is still wonderful."
An old voice came slowly. Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan looked at each other at the same time. On the bank of the river, they saw an old man with white hair and beard, carelessly fishing. However, the bamboo basket was empty, and it looked like there was not even a fish in it.
Didn't catch any.
Come to think of it, this is a pier, with countless people coming and going. How can any fishermen show up and fish here? It’s strange that some fish take the bait!
Ye Xiaochuan was not a fool, and he immediately understood that he was not fishing, but peeking at the naked flower ladies on the flower boat.
Ye Xiaochuan was very happy. The guy in front of him was already so old, his hair was as white as snow, but he still had a young and surging heart. It was really rare, rare.
He chuckled and said, "It turns out we are from the same camp! I'm glad to meet you."
At this moment, Baili Yuan next to him suddenly pulled his arm and gestured with his lips. Ye Xiaochuan looked and saw a guqin placed next to the white-haired old man. It seemed that the guqin was quite old.
The piano's cover is already cracked and mottled, and the paint has been polished off long ago. Only the strings look relatively new, and they should be made of a kind of horse's tail hair.
There is nothing weird about an old fisherman fishing with a guqin, but what is strange is that this old fisherman is fishing on a bustling pier.
The old man's back was turned to the two of them, and his ruthless eyes were still looking at the lady on the flower boat on the river unscrupulously, and he said: "A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend in the world? Are you two of them also in this way?"
Baili Yuan smiled and said: "Old man, your qin is very strange. It looks like a guqin with a long history."
The old man chuckled, but still did not turn around, and said: "What's so weird? It's just a tool for making a living."
Ye Xiaochuan became interested and said: "You don't play music for people on the flower boat, do you? This is my dream job!"
The old man smiled again and said: "As expected, we are of the same kind. As the saying goes, the greatest joy in life is the sound of the piano and the harp. Today, I met a close friend by chance. It comforts me so much that I will play a song to the young hero."
After saying that, before Ye Xiaochuan could speak, he had already put down the fishing rod and stretched out his withered fingers to flick the strings.
From beginning to end, the old man did not turn his head, and Ye Xiaochuan and Bailiyuan could only see his wrinkled side face.
