"Playing the violin, what are you muttering?"

Zhennan has a green donkey standing, and the man next to the donkey carries a black goose on his shoulders and a huqin on his waist. He always looks inappropriate when he is with a girl with a braid.

"The little traitor you mentioned is really a wonderful person. He has disappeared without a day."

Ren Tianzui said with a smile that he could not see the town in front of him, and could only hear the joyful and laughter vaguely, but it seemed to float from the other side, making him a little confused about whether to enter or not.

The girl yawned and muttered, "Go to find an inn to have a sleep first, and then look for him tomorrow."

Ren Tianzui was about to speak, but his ears suddenly moved, and he looked at the gate of the town thoughtfully.

In front of the fence in the south of Taiqing Town, a graceful figure appeared at some point, a crimson purple gauze dress and a furious belt that looked like a clear spring, with endless ethereal and peacefulness. The girl covered her veil and only showed her big, intelligent and bright eyes, looking at Ren Tianzui quietly.

"Hey, there's someone there!"

The girl riding a donkey said in surprise and did not notice Ren Tianzui's slightly solemn expression.

"Girl, is my bloody disaster really in the south?"

Ren Tianzui asked.

The girl riding a donkey was stunned and looked unhappy. She was about to say something, but suddenly she realized that the atmosphere was not right.

After hesitating for a moment, the girl hummed and took out the tortoise shell and divination grass from the cloth bag around her waist.

The woman at the gate of the town stared at the girl who was busy divining with interest, neither making a sound nor stopping her.

"This...the violin, how do you know I'm wrong?"

After the fortune-telling, the girl riding a donkey blushed and glanced at Ren Tianzui with embarrassment, scratched her head, and said awkwardly: "Guan Nan and Jiang Nan are both Nan, and they are almost the same."

Ren Tianzui sighed helplessly, ignored her, put down the old black goose and slowly took off the huqin.

“Can you start?”

The girl in purple dress and cloud dress finally spoke. Her voice was cold, but she didn't look aggressive.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the light of the stars disappeared from the sky above Taiqing Town. The moment Anbochen walked into the screen, the first Wang Feng stepped into the east gate of Taiqing Town. The first rebel Dakuang who was chasing Anbochen also met the woman waiting for him for a long time.

In the small building behind the screen, a handsome young man lit sandalwood, sat cross-legged in front of the incense burner playing with the pearls of the Nine Dragons, and smiled and said, "I'm named Yuan Sanlang, I don't know my brother's name?"

Yuan Sanlang?

An Bochen only felt that the name was familiar, with the curling blue smoke, making people drowsy, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while.

"In the lower Amber Dust."

"It turns out it's Brother An, I have been admired for a long time."

"Have you heard of me?"

An Bochen raised his eyebrows, and a hint of alertness arose in his heart, but in this small building with floating patterns and exquisite antique fragrance, not long after, the hint of alertness dissipated with the seductive blue smoke.

Yuan Sanlang smiled, rolled up his cuffs, picked up the teapot and filled the two wooden cups in the table.

"General An, one shot, killed from the south to the north, and repeatedly defeated powerful enemies, which is well known to everyone."

An Bochen felt a little strange in his heart, but it was difficult to explain. So he heard the young man continue, "I heard that General An was a scholar from the White Fox Academy in Jiangnan, and wanted to come and read poetry and books.

Upon hearing this, An Bochen's cheeks were slightly red. He was holding a scholar's title, but he had never even heard of a class. Yuan Sanlang said that his reading of poetry and books really made An Bochen feel ashamed.

"Brother Yuan is serious. An usually reads some legendary stories, as for poetry and books..."

After laughing dryly, An Bochen shook his head.

Yuan Sanlang didn't think it was strange, but instead showed a look of joy and said, "I didn't expect that Brother An is also a person in the passage. Although Yuan likes to study, most of the book box is full of legends, and even the name below is a legend."

"oh?"

An Bochen was intrigued and asked curiously: "I wonder what allusions are there in Brother Yuan's name?"

Yuan Sanlang took a feather fan from somewhere, gently swaying the sandalwood, and green smoke curled up. In a blink of an eye, carved beams were walking up the lower reaches of the mat, scattered around the small building.

"Well, it happened to be a happy event tonight, so I told Brother An, "Yuan is not very eloquent, so don't make a joke."

Putting down the feather fan, Yuan Sanlang chuckled, his eyes falling to the blue smoke rising from the furnace, gradually becoming blurred.

"It is said that during the reign of Emperor Kuangde, there was a young man in the southwest. His surname was Yuan, and his family ranked third. When he was young, he loved reading and was only interested in legends. He met a strange man and taught his Taoist arts. After three years of success, he asked his elder brother to take good care of his parents and carried a sword box into the mountain to kill dragons. Dragons and immortals are all said to legend. Yuan Sanlang looked for the mountain for two years but did not see a dragon shadow. Suddenly, he met a strange man and asked him. The strange man asked Yuan Sanlang why he killed the dragon. Yuan Sanlang replied, "Since he practiced Taoism, how can he prove it if he did not kill the dragon immortal? The strange man said that those who practice Taoism practiced peace and quietness.

After repeated dissuasion, Yuan Sanlang insisted on going. Yi Ren sighed, cause and effect were determined, and your destiny was not my fault, so he informed the place where the Dragon Immortal was. Yuan Sanlang was grateful for the kindness of Yi Ren and kowtowed the great ceremony. Yi Ren avoided it and flew away. Yuan Sanlang looked for the cave that Yi Ren said, and walked for a month, and finally arrived in front of a majestic and majestic mountain. There were strange peaks and strange ridges, eagles and cranes circling. Yuan Sanlang flew with his sword. When he reached the top of the mountain, he saw the Dragon Immortal who had been waiting for him for a long time..."

Speaking of this, Yuan Sanlang suddenly stopped, looked at the green smoke piled up like a flowing cloud, and asked An Bochen with a smile: "Brother An knows what happened next?"

"Brother Yuan, please tell me."

An Bochen pondered for a while and spoke.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. Yuan Sanlang seemed to be insincere, squeezing An Bochen's appetite, and said, "Next..."

Before the word "come" was finished, Yuan Sanlang frowned slightly, and saw a silver spear suddenly appearing in the hand of the boy opposite. The tip of the spear was raised and overturned the incense burner.

Suspectedly looking at An Bochen holding a silver spear, quickly retreated two steps, and was full of scruples. Yuan Sanlang said in confusion: "Why is Brother An like this?"

In a blink of an eye, Yuan Sanlang suddenly realized: "Did Brother An also read that legend? Tsk tsk, you can come back to your senses so quickly. No wonder among so many stepping stones, my elder sister is most optimistic about you."

An Bochen couldn't understand what Yuan Sanlang said in the second half of the sentence, but he did read "Yuan Sanlang's Dragon Killing" from the ridiculous "The Story of the Great Kuang God". It reads: Yuan Sanlang wanted to kill Longxian, but suddenly saw a bottle of incense burner in front of Longxian, and the green smoke rose in the furnace. Before Yuan Sanlang could speak, Longxian said, "Let's kill me, do you know who I am?

Yuan Sanlang was puzzled, and Longxian turned into a smile, and turned out to be a strange man who preached Yu Sanlang. Yuan Sanlang was shocked and listened to Longxian's Taoism. He traveled around the world, selected hundreds of young men with clear bones, and taught Taoism. Ninety-nine people were quiet and uncontested, but Yuan Sanlang was fighting. Yuan Sanlang suspected that Longxian's Taoism, he had obtained a magic weapon that needed human sacrifices to refine and subdue. He did not want to harm others, but also thirsty to obtain magic weapons, so he passed on the Taoism of hundreds of people. Finally, Yuan Sanlang was born, who was greedy for fame and fortune, and he went to Xianshan to kill the dragon, and Longxian had no scruples.

Yuan Sanlang was shocked and angry, afraid of Longxian's ability, so he fled with the sword. Unexpectedly, the blue smoke wrapped around him and fell into the dragon's claws, turning into a living sacrifice...

In the story, Yuan Sanlang is so happy about merit, and is tempted by fame and fortune, and he is self-reliant and becomes a living sacrifice. What is the origin of Yuan Sanlang in front of him?

An Bochen's eyes were as cold as a cold pond, and murderous intent arose, instantly rushing to his eyebrows, dispelling the mist of blue smoke.

No matter who he is, he is not a good person who is mysterious in this Taiqing Town.

Judging from his age and demeanor, he is not like the Great Kuang Tiger and Wolf. If it were those generals, how could they have such a sensation, and they would be able to fight as soon as they say they want to kill, and they would kill as soon as they say they want to kill.

The murderous intent condensed in his eyebrows. An Bochen looked at the smiling boy, but he could not feel any vitality.

Sima Jin's ability to accurately judge other people's cultivation is her innate ability. Although An Bochen cannot learn it, Sima Jin can still judge it. Anyone who can detect the vitality is either weaker than him or lacks the level of his cultivation, or has a similar level to him, or is slightly higher.

Yuan Sanlang in front of him seems to have no cultivation, but since he dares to set up this situation, how could he not have cultivation? This only shows that his cultivation is far higher than himself.

A heavenly monk who is less than twenty years old is only seen in his life as such a genius.

Looking at An Bochen with a smile, Yuan Sanlang sighed and said, "The Yuan Sanlang in the story is really ridiculous. He falls into a trap without knowing it. But Yuan Sanlang is somewhat similar to the Dragon Immortal who turns into a strange man. He likes magic weapons, but does not like killing people for no reason. Fortunately, Brother An comes uninvited. My new magic weapon will be sacrificed alively, which is also a blessing."

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(That’s all today. Let’s take a break. It will be three updates tomorrow. It will be there after twelve o’clock)
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