Not like humans, not like ghosts.

Li Muchi's grandfather, a ninety-year-old "young" monk, was indifferent to this, but did not explain anything to his grandson.

Ruan Xiu asked: "I heard that there is a child from Mud Bottle Lane, right in Shujian Lake?"

Doctor Song nodded and said: "My surname is Gu. He is a child with great luck. He was accepted as a closed disciple by Liu Zhimao, the most powerful Lord of Jiejiang in Shujian Lake. Gu Can himself brought a 'big loach' to Shujian Lake and brought him

With the dragon retinue whose combat power is equal to that of Nascent Soul, he is making waves. At such a young age, he has a great reputation. Even the Zhuying Dynasty heard that there is such a pair of masters and servants in Shujian Lake. Once when I was chatting with Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu said this with a smile.

The little guy named Gu Can is simply a natural born Shanze Yexiu."

Ruan Xiu raised her wrist, glanced at the sleeping fire dragon shaped like a bright red bracelet, then lowered her arm, thoughtfully.

A middle-aged man came to the edge of Shujian Lake. There was a prosperous city called Chishui City, which was crowded with people.

We hired a carriage along the way. The driver was a talkative old man who traveled all over the country. The man was generous and liked to hear lively and interesting stories. He didn’t like to sit in the carriage and enjoy the pleasure. He sat next to the old coachman for almost half of the journey and let him drink.

I drank a lot of wine and was in a good mood. I also talked about a lot of strange things about Shujian Lake that I had heard from hearsay. I said that it was not as scary as the rumors outside. There were some beatings and killings, but most of them would not involve ordinary people like them. But Shujian Lake

It's a huge gold-selling cave. It's absolutely true. He and his friends once drove a group of wealthy young men from the Zhu Ying Dynasty. They were very loud and asked them to wait at Chishui City, saying that they would return in a month.

, but after waiting for less than three days, the group of young men returned to the city by boat from Shujian Lake. They were already penniless. Seven or eight young men had a full 600,000 taels of silver. Three days, that's it.

It was a waste of money, but after listening to the words of those prodigal sons, it seems that they still have more to say. They said that after half a year, they save some money, and they must come to Shujian Lake to have fun again.

The men were very inconspicuous walking on the crowded streets of Chishui City.

Previously, there was a team of Qi Practitioners guarding the city gate, but there was no need for any customs clearance documents at all. As long as you paid the money, you could enter.

Chishui City was built on the west side of Shujian Lake.

Shujian Lake is extremely vast, with more than a thousand large and small islands scattered all over the place. The most important thing is that it is full of spiritual energy. It is difficult to establish a sect here and occupy a large area of ​​islands and waters. But if there are one or two Jindan Earth Immortals,

Occupying a larger island is the most suitable place to use as a residence to practice Taoism. It is both clean and like a small cave. Especially Qi practitioners who practice "near water" regard certain islands in Shujian Lake as a must.

Fight for land.

The man carrying the sword chose a downtown restaurant and ordered Huchi Shuicheng's most famous Wuwei wine. After drinking the wine, he listened to some lively chatter at the nearby wine tables. He didn't hear anything more.

One thing, after some time, Shujian Lake seems to be holding an island owners' alliance every hundred years, preparing to elect a new "king of the rivers and lakes" who has been vacant for three hundred years.

The man finished his drink and meal, settled the bill with the shopkeeper, left the restaurant, and asked for directions to a Yuanwei Street in Chishui City that was open to everyone. It was full of Xianjia shops and the long street was four miles long.

, there are Qi practitioners guarding both ends, and they do not care about status, but only recognize money to clear the way. In this regard, it is a bit like the old Dragon City, which is the best in business in the continent.

uncle.

If you don’t believe me, just look at the wine in the glass. The rich people will be served first.

If you put it this way, it seems that the entire world is the same everywhere.

The middle-aged man with a vermilion wine gourd hanging from his waist, the old coachman had said before that in Shujian Lake, where there is a mixture of fish and dragons and frequent traffic, there is no need to worry if he can speak the elegant language of a continent, but he still learns from the old coachman on the road.

I read some letters in Hu dialect, but didn’t learn much. I could ask for directions and bargain. The middle-aged man wandered around and looked around. He didn’t make a big splash, sweep up some of the sky-high-priced store treasures, and he didn’t just look at them.

Instead of buying, I picked out a few clever but inexpensive spiritual weapons, just like ordinary Qi practitioners from other places. They have a certain virtue and are just enjoying the fun here. They won’t look down on anyone, but they won’t look down on others either.

Take a high look.

The middle-aged man finally stopped at a small shop selling antiques and miscellaneous items. The items were good, but the prices were not very fair. The shopkeeper was an old-fashioned man who didn't look like he was doing business, so the business was relatively deserted and many people came.

Walking around, there were only a few people who took out the fairy money from their pockets. The man stood in front of an ancient bronze sword placed horizontally on a special sword stand. He did not move for a long time. The scabbards were placed one high and one low. The sword body was engraved

There are four characters of "Da imitating Quhuang" in small seal script.

Looking at the man in a long gown with a sword on his back who bent over and looked at it carefully, the old shopkeeper said impatiently: "What are you looking at? Can you afford it? Even the imitation sword from Quhuang in ancient times costs a lot of money.

Go, go, go, if you really want to satisfy your eyes, go somewhere else."

The middle-aged man probably had a weak pocket and a straight waist. Instead of being annoyed, he turned to the old man and asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, this man is a man who hunts the world together with the first dynasty monarch in the world."

, one of the eight horses that pulled the carriage they were riding in?"

The old shopkeeper glanced at the sword behind the man, and his expression improved a little, "He is a man with good eyesight that can make him blind. Yes, he is the one from the 'Eight Horses Dispersed'. Later, there was a great swordsmith in Middle-earth, so he

He spent his whole life creating eight famous swords and named them after the Eight Horses. This man had a weird temper and was willing to sell the swords he made. However, he was willing to sell each sword to a buyer from the corresponding continent until he died.

Not all of them have been sold. There are countless imitations in later generations. This ancient sword that dared to carve the word "big imitation" in front of Quhuang is an excellent imitation, and naturally the price is extremely expensive. I have already put two of them in my shop.

For over a hundred years, young people, you definitely can’t afford it.”

The man did not make a fool of himself. He looked away from the ancient sword and started to look at other treasures. Finally, he stood in front of a painting of a lady hanging on the wall. The lady in the painting sat sideways, covering her face and crying.

If you listen carefully, you will hear a tiny voice like crying coming out of the picture.

The old shopkeeper exclaimed, "I never thought I'd meet someone who knows the goods. The two items you looked at for the longest time when you entered my shop are both the best things in the shop. He's a good guy, and he doesn't have much money in his pocket.

His vision is not bad. Why, you used to be rich and powerful in your hometown, but your family has fallen into ruin, and then you start to travel alone? With a sword worth not much money on your back, a broken wine flask hanging on your back, you think you are a knight-errant? "

The man was still looking at the magical picture. He had heard it said before that there were many calligraphy and paintings about the subjugation of previous dynasties in the world. By chance, the words would be filled with grief and anger, and some of the characters in the picture would become beautiful.

The object, alone in the painting, is sad and heartbroken.

The man turned around and smiled: "Young knight, you don't care about money."

The old man sneered and said: "This kind of nonsense can only be said by a young man who has not been in the world for two or three years. I see that you are not young. I guess you have walked away from the world in vain, or you are walking by the pond.

It’s a real world.”

The man was still not angry. He pointed to the picture hanging on the wall and asked, "How much does this picture of a lady cost?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "Young man, don't ask for trouble."

The man smiled and said: "If I can afford it, what does the shopkeeper say? How about giving me one or two small prize items that are not very valuable?"

The old man, who had been guarding his ancestral shop year after year, was really bored. He suddenly felt motivated to fight. He pointed at a treasure rack near the door, raised his eyebrows and said: "Okay, you see, as long as you can afford the fairy money."

, on the shelf over there, you can choose three things. Then I will frown and I will take your last name!"

The man smiled and nodded.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said: "I won't go into details about the origin of this picture of a lady. Anyway, you can see how good it is. If you can get three Xiaoshu coins, take it away. If you can't get it out, hurry up."

Get lost."

The man looked back at the portrait on the wall, then at the old shopkeeper, and asked if the fixed price was non-negotiable. The old shopkeeper sneered and nodded. The man turned around again, looked at the pictures of ladies a few more times, and then glanced at

He glanced at the empty shop and the main entrance, then walked to the counter, flipped his wrist, slapped three fairy coins on the table, covered them with his palms, and pushed them to the old shopkeeper, who also glanced at the shop.

At the door, when the man raised his hand, the old man quickly covered it with his palm, brought it to his side, raised his palm, and after confirming that they were genuine three Xiaoshu coins, he grabbed them in the palm of his hand, put them in his sleeves, raised his head and said with a smile:

"I was wrong this time. You're a good boy. You have some skills. You can even make me, who has developed a pair of piercing eyes, be wrong."

The man smiled helplessly, "Then I'll go over there and pick out three things that I like."

The old shopkeeper laughed loudly and walked around the counter, "Go ahead and do business. You still have to have integrity. I will help you put this picture of a lady into a box. Don't worry, the brocade box alone is worth two snowflakes."

Spending money will not spoil such a precious portrait."

The man was cruising in front of the treasure rack at the door. The old shopkeeper carefully took off the portrait and kept looking at the man from the corner of his eye while putting it in a collection box.

Damn it, if I had known that this guy was so rich and generous, how could he be so lucky? And he only got three items at once. Now I started to feel really distressed.

When the man picked two things, the old shopkeeper felt a little relieved and did not lose much. But when the guy finally selected a black jade seal that had not yet been carved by a famous artist, the old shopkeeper's eyelids trembled slightly and he said quickly: "Boy,

What's your last name?"

The man was a little hesitant at first, but when the old shopkeeper showed up, he decisively took it into his hand, turned around and said with a smile: "My surname is Chen."

The old shopkeeper said pitifully: "Then I will take your surname as Chen from now on, and you can put the seal back, okay?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "When doing business, you still have to be sincere."

The old shopkeeper said angrily: "I think you should stop being a bullshit ranger and become a businessman. I'm sure you'll be extremely rich in a few years."

The old man said this, but he actually made a lot of money and was in a good mood. For the first time, he poured a cup of tea for the guest named Chen.

The man had no immediate intention to leave. One was thinking about whether he could sell the big imitation canal yellow again, and the other was thinking about hearing something deeper about Shujian Lake from the old shopkeeper. They just drank tea and chatted.

.

The man knew a lot of inside information that the old coachman had never heard.

Shujian Lake is a paradise for wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers. Smart people can get along very well, but stupid people can be particularly miserable. Here, there is no distinction between good and bad monks, only the difference between high and low cultivation level and the depth of calculation.

The commerce is bustling, there are many shops, and there are all kinds of things.

Those who are desperate or in trouble elsewhere can often find shelter here. Of course, if you want to feel comfortable, don’t expect it. But as long as you have a pig head in your hand and find the right temple, it will not be difficult to survive from now on.

No matter how you get along after that, depending on your ability, relying on big mountains and providing help with money and effort is also a way out. In the history of Shujian Lake, it is not that there were many heroes who endured humiliation and heavy burden for many years and finally rose to become the overlord of one party.

Outside the shop door, time flies by.

In the shop, the old man was talking lively.

There was once a Nascent Soul monk who was a genealogy master, and he teamed up with a Golden Core Sword Cultivator. Maybe he thought that he could walk sideways in the entire Aquarius Continent, so he held a banquet on a large island in Shujian Lake and posted hero posts widely.

, inviting all the Earthly Immortals and Dragon Gate Realm monks in Shujian Lake, threatening to end the chaotic leaderless situation in Shujian Lake, and to become the king of the rivers and lakes who commands the heroes.

At the banquet, not one of the thirty or so Shujian Lake island owners present raised any objections. They either clapped their hands and applauded, tried their best to agree, or flattered Shujian Lake from the bottom of their hearts, saying that Shujian Lake should have had a big shot who could convince the public, so as not to have any rules.

Wang Fa, there were also some island owners who were silent. After the banquet was over, there were people who secretly stayed on the island and began to submit letters of surrender, make suggestions, and explain in detail the background and credentials of the major mountains in Shujian Lake.

It's just the next scene that makes all the monks in Shujian Lake hundreds of years later, regardless of their age, feel particularly happy.
To be continued...