The clouds and dust are covered by clouds and fog all year round. The white fog flowing down from Baishou Peak is like a quilt of heaven and earth covering the lonely city.
People in Yunchen City go about doing business in the markets, feeling as leisurely as taking a walk.
Because of its isolated location and the gathering of famous families, this place was not affected by the wars between good and evil in the Li Kingdom, and it enjoyed many years of peace.
"Brother, may I ask where Yunxiao Alley is?"
Han Feng came to the east of the city and asked a round-faced man selling candied haws.
The round-faced man seemed startled by Han Feng's sudden question, and looked at Han Feng suspiciously: "Yun low alley? That's not a good place. What are you doing there?"
"Hey, what else can we do? A vendetta, buying and selling information."
Han Feng said and patted the round-faced man on the shoulder.
The round-faced man did not expect Han Feng to be so honest and was shocked by what he said...
"Wha...what? A vendetta?"
"Yes, let me tell you frankly, I am a perverted murderer, please don't tell others~"
Han Feng put the back of his hand in front of his mouth, pretending to be sinister and deliberately scary.
The round-faced man was so frightened that he could no longer stand on his legs, and replied with a trembling voice:
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"Go...go forward...turn right at the second intersection and go straight until you see a Chenghuang Temple..."
"Okay~Thank you."
After speaking, Han Feng took a bunch of candied haws from the straw shelf in the hand of the round-faced man, handed him a piece of broken silver, and turned to leave.
The round-faced man was still in a daze looking at the broken silver in his hand.
After passing this street and turning right, Han Feng felt that the light nearby went dark.
Yunchendu already has poor lighting due to the year-round heavy fog. The buildings and walls on both sides of the place are very high, making the lighting even worse.
As an ancient historical city, Yunchendu has many old buildings from ancient times, which have experienced wind and rain erosion and appear even more gloomy and eerie in the light and dark light.
When Han Feng walked into this Yunxiao Alley, he felt that the atmosphere nearby was very strange. The pedestrians coming and going had gloomy expressions and were peeping at him.
It feels like this place is a base camp for unruly people...
Han Feng still didn't wear the white sword-wielding robe today. He looked like a fat sheep in a black feather-woven cloak.
A man wearing a rag jacket huddled up and lowered his head and bumped towards Han Feng.
This guy's long hair exudes the color of earth, and is condensed into pieces. He is obviously a slovenly person.
As if he wasn't looking at the road, the man bumped into Han Feng blankly, and a hand under his coat reached into Han Feng's arms.
Han Feng had no intention of coddling this guy, so the real energy on his body shook slightly, and the invisible energy knocked the man to the ground.
Even though Han Feng had tried his best to suppress his aura, the overbearing internal power of "Zhou Liu Liu Xu Gong" still shocked the man so much that his joints crackled and his eyes and nose were filled with blood...
Han Feng walked forward regardless, stepping on the palm of the man who was lying on his back with his boot, looking fierce and domineering.
He glanced around, and the passers-by who had been peeping at him all avoided Han Feng's eyes.
Seeing this, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old on the roadside ran quickly to the back of the City God's Temple on the other side of the street.
Han Feng didn't care, and walked slowly towards the City God's Temple in front of him.
Whether it was a walking strong man, a gangster holding a dagger, or a woman wearing heavy makeup, they all knew that Han Feng was a tough guy who was not easy to mess with, so they did not provoke him and allowed Han Feng to walk to the City God's Temple.
Now in front of the temple, Han Feng looked inside. In the dim light, an oil lamp could vaguely illuminate the clay figures of the City God and a group of ghost soldiers and generals.
An old temple minister wearing a red robe was sitting at the door of the City God's Temple, holding a pipe and smoking a hookah.
Seeing Han Feng, who was dressed luxuriously, standing in front of the temple, Lao Miaozhu smoked and waved.
Han Feng nodded with a smile and walked around the Chenghuang Temple to the back streets.
The further back you go, the older the nearby buildings become.
The half-collapsed wall, the saint statues eroded by wind and rain, and the moss-covered stairs, everything is like a microcosm of thousands of years of history, presented in front of people.
Han Feng stepped into it, as if he had entered a certain painting, and looked at it.
A tall academy-like building stands in the distance, blocking a lot of sunlight and making this backstreet look even darker, as if it is hidden in the cracks of history and unknown to everyone.
In order to avoid being mistaken for coming here with hostility, Han Feng did not bring the Jinghai Knife with him today. In this long back street, he could faintly feel several auras of realms above his own.
This should be the Snake Path that Liu Minghua mentioned, but when he came here... everyone came to take care of him... How to fix this?
Just shout with your voice?
There are much fewer pedestrians here than in Yunxiao Alley. Occasionally, three or two men and women walk by, but they don't seem to have seen Han Feng.
Han Feng slowly walked into the deep alley, and a light mist began to fill the street.
It's not very thick, just like wisps of smoke from cooking in a mountain village, making people feel hazy.
The sound of blacksmithing came from the distance, clear and steady... one after another.
Then there was a sound of feet stepping on the spinning machine, and the sound of wooden structures rubbing and colliding with each other was particularly unique.
This is followed by a string of wind chimes, which is like a dream and arouses people's reverie.
Han Feng walked along it, getting farther and farther, but the road seemed to have no end.
As expected, it should have been blessed by martial arts.
"Han Zhijian, who is famous all over the world, came to our small place in person. I wonder what he is doing? Could it be that the Xuanjian Division cannot tolerate our filthy place?"
An old voice came from the depths of the mist, coughing a few times after saying a few words, but the inner strength of the martial arts hidden in it was definitely at a very good level among the middle and third-grade people.
Han Feng smiled. It would be great if he could communicate. What he was afraid of was not being able to communicate.
It is normal for the other party to recognize him. After all, he is an organization that buys and sells information. If he can't even recognize the new head of the Hanging Sword Division, this Snake Path can all quit his job en masse.
"Everything has a reason for its existence. If it can't be accommodated here, I won't know why I came here alone... I'll get straight to the point. I want to buy the information about the Feng family, the Xiao family and Man Tianxia. Snake Road will not do it because of me.
Does my official status discriminate against me?"
Han Feng spread his hands and said.
The voice in the fog was a gentle cough:
"Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways... We all do our own thing. If someone pays us, we will sell the information. How can we care about Han Zhijian's identity? What comes to mind is that people in the court like Han Zhijian buy information.
, we strongly encourage it~ But...the three companies Han Zhijian wants to buy are all powerful forces inside and outside Yunchen City~"
Han Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Could it be that Snake Road is afraid of these three families?"