Isn’t the owner of the wooden crow puppet the owner of the black market?

Bai Zhi and Mu Xiangxue looked at Chen Fan together, waiting for Chen Fan to make a decision.

Chen Fan pondered for a while, then raised his head and said: "I have admired the name of the master of the black market for a long time, and it is better for me to respect him than to obey him."

The other party invited Chen Fan and it was hard for him to refuse.

Moreover, there is still Bai Zhi here, and if something goes wrong, he can teleport away directly.

Therefore, Chen Fan agreed to the other party's invitation.

"Follow me."

The wooden crow puppet said something and then clumsily walked towards the depths of the black market.

Chen Fan and three others followed.

I saw the wooden crow puppet quacking a few times, and the air in front of it changed, and a dark hole appeared.

"This is the master's residence, please come in."

The wooden crow puppet pointed at the hole with half of its wooden wings and said with a crooked neck.

Seeing this, Chen Fan silently took the hands of Bai Zhi and Mu Xiangxue and walked in together.

This is done so that you can be teleported out as soon as possible in case of danger.

After entering the black cave entrance, the scene in front of me changed, and the originally empty place turned into a bright ancient wooden house.

The cabin looks very simple, but it is fully equipped and has a unique ancient beauty.

Chen Fan and his party were standing in the courtyard of the cabin, with a floor made of eucalyptus wood under their feet.

In front of them, there was a date tree.

Under the jujube tree, a middle-aged man sat.

The middle-aged man looks very ordinary, with a messy beard on his chin and a tattered body.

What a sloppy look.

Not only that, he also wore a bamboo sword on his waist, which made him look like a prodigal.

Regarding the arrival of Chen Fan and others,

He didn't say hello immediately, but still sat alone on the wooden chair drinking wine.

His expression was very vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were so lonely that they could cut off time.

Jujube trees, white clouds, courtyards, and lonely shadows all seem to form a picture of drinking alone in summer.

"How can drinking a thousand cups of turbid wine soothe the wind and dust?"

"Everywhere I look with my drunken eyes, I see people in my dreams."

After taking a sip of wine, the middle-aged man subconsciously recited a poem, which was full of sad things.

"Everyone, if you are not welcome from afar, please take a seat."

The middle-aged man then turned around, looked at Chen Fan and his group, and made an invitation gesture with his hands.

Seeing this, Chen Fan and the others were not polite and sat down directly opposite him.

"There is no tea here, can you guys drink some?"

Without waiting for anyone to reply, the middle-aged man silently picked up the jug and poured everyone a glass of wine.

"I am the owner of this black market, Chen Xiangan, you can also call me Chen Qingdeng."

The middle-aged man introduced himself first.

Then he took off the bamboo sword from his waist, carefully laid it flat on the wooden table, and introduced again:

"This is my sword, Qingdeng."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the blade of the bamboo sword and looked at the bamboo sword as if looking at his lover.

Chen Fan looked at the weird man in front of him who was immersed in his own world, and was speechless for a moment.

He originally thought that the owner of the black market was a ferocious villain, but he didn't expect him to look like this.

After a long time, Chen Fan finally said: "Your Excellency Qingdeng, why did you call us here this time?"

Hearing this, Chen Xiangan raised his head, and all the sadness in his eyes instantly subsided and became calm.

After a moment, he said seriously: "I'm sorry for your ridicule. Today is my wife's memorial day, so I'm in a bad mood. As for the purpose of inviting you here this time, I'll tell you straight away.

I hope you can give me a shrine. In exchange, you can make a request and I will try my best to satisfy you."

Does the other party want a shrine?

Chen Fan was a little surprised.

He nodded and replied: "Okay, but I no longer have the shrine in my hand. I hope I can borrow some money to make one."

"oh?"

Chen Xiangan was surprised, glanced at Bai Zhi thoughtfully, and asked, "Could this be a god?"

Bai Zhi's body is petite, not like a human being, and his weirdness can be seen at a glance.

"Yes."

Chen Fan nodded.

"Then it'll be hard work." Chen Xiang'an smiled and said.

Chen Fan said no more, took out one piece each of dragon-subduing wood, rosewood, and nanmu from the Sumeru Ring, and began to make a shrine in the courtyard.

The movement in the yard seemed to alarm someone.

"Dad, who is here?"

Inside the wooden house, a girl with two small buns came out, looking at the people in the yard with a pair of big eyes, a little curious.

"Xie Linger, don't disturb our distinguished guests."

Chen Xiangan reminded aloud.

"Dad, today is my mother's memorial day, are you still mean to me?"

The little girl shouted angrily.

Hearing this, Chen Xiangan's eyes flashed with guilt.

Seeing this, the little girl knew she had made a mistake and immediately shut her mouth.

Then, he walked to Chen Fan in small steps and watched Chen Fan making the shrine.

"Xie Linger, is this your name? Why isn't your last name Chen?"

Chen Fan looked at this cute little girl and said curiously.

Xie Ling'er raised her head when she heard this and said calmly: "My mother's surname is Xie, and my mother's surname is mine."

Chen Fan knew that there must be a story in it, so he continued to make the shrine without asking any more questions.

When Chen Fan fell silent, Xie Ling'er started telling stories about her and her father.

From the other party's mouth, Chen Fan also learned about the past of the black market owner.

Chen Xiang'an was originally a child from a farmer's family, and he accidentally embarked on the path of cultivating immortality.

By chance, he met Xie Huizhi, Xie's daughter, and the two soon fell in love.

But things are unpredictable. A prince took a fancy to Xie Huizhi, the daughter of the Xie family, and wanted to take her as his concubine.

Xie Huizhi was unable to resist, so he could only go out secretly, and handed over to Chen Xiangan for the first time in his life without telling everyone.

Later, when the prince formally took in his concubine, he found out that Xie Huizhi was pregnant and threw her into a prison in anger.

After Chen Xiang'an learned about this, he went to the prince's mansion alone, holding a bamboo sword in his hand.

The common man became angry and blood spattered five steps forward.

In that battle, all the chickens and dogs in the palace of the prince and marquis were killed.

And the prince was cut into eight pieces.

When Xie Hui was rescued, she was already very weak and was in labor. She eventually died after giving birth to the child.

From then on, Chen Xiangan paid no attention to worldly affairs and spent his days drinking.

In addition to raising his daughter, Chen Xiangan occasionally dances with swords.

The bamboo sword was a gift from his wife Xie Huizhi. It was named Qingdeng, taken from a sentence in a poem -

"Originally, the green lantern does not return the guest, but the dirty wine leaves behind the dust."

Chen Xiang'an sacrificed and refined the bamboo sword into a magical weapon, and nourished it with the essence of the sun and the moon every day. It has become a magical weapon.

After hearing the story, Chen Fan felt a little sad.

This world is not merciful. When you are in this world, you will either be unsatisfied and barely survive, or you will fall into the mortal world and not care about worldly affairs.

The black market owner chose the latter.

Chen Fan has no intention of judging right or wrong.

It's just a pity.
Chapter completed!