"I can't run away." The green-robed Taoist priest looked at the blue-eyed goshawk standing nearby. The green-eyed goshawk flapped its wings and planned to take off.
The boy in gray clothes said in a ghostly manner: "Master, don't hurt it, otherwise, I will go back and tell my wife that you are drinking flower wine in the city."
The Taoist priest in green robe stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He said to the boy in gray clothes: "You are slandering me. Master has never been to the city at all. How can you talk about it while drinking flower wine?"
Immediately, the green-robed Taoist priest quickly stopped the action of the blue-eyed goshawk with his eyes, then put the Qiankun Yin-Yang Compass into his arms, stretched out his left hand, faced the direction of Tang Hui's escape, bluffed his fingers, and said loudly: "Photograph."
It is the art of photographing objects from the air.
Suddenly, Tang Hui, who was escaping, suddenly felt a huge suction coming from behind him. It was irresistible. Before he understood what was going on, he was photographed by the Taoist priest in green robe. The Taoist priest in green robe was holding Tang Hui's hand.
On the back of his neck, he muttered something and said the word "bind" to Tang Hui loudly. The trace of light cyan gas in Tang Hui's body immediately stopped moving.
"Take it, the trace of demon power in its body has been restrained by me. Now it is just an ordinary little wolf. I will give it to you as your first pet, but it is absolutely not allowed to be your war beast. Find a local wolf."
You don't think it's embarrassing for a wolf to be a war beast, but Master still thinks it's embarrassing." The green-robed Taoist threw the half-meter-long wolf cub he was holding in his left hand to the boy in gray, and continued: "A spiritual beast that has just awakened has the highest IQ.
You only look like a one or two year old child, you are not looking for a war beast, you are just looking for a little playmate, a small pet or something like that."
The boy in gray clothes stuck out his tongue, quickly took the little wolf from the Taoist priest's hand, stroked the little wolf's fur, and argued: "My little wolf is not a hyena, it is a descendant of Sirius, hum.
Given time, I will definitely cultivate the number one beast in the Beast Control Sect."
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, you little brat." The green-robed Taoist priest transformed the three-foot green blade in his right hand into a small pocket sword, inserted it back into his hair, and jumped on the back of the blue-eyed goshawk.
The glimmer of hope I had for the descendants of Sirius was shattered by the hyena in front of me, and I was completely in a bad mood.
"You still want to play? You can take it home and play with it slowly." The Taoist priest in green robe pulled the boy in gray clothes holding the little wolf onto the back of the blue-eyed goshawk and said, "We have been out for a while.
This is not a place to stay for a long time. Let’s go back to the Beast Control Sect first, so that your master will not have to wait too long to find the war beast. Master will take you out to search for it next time.”
"Okay." The boy in gray hugged the little wolf and kept rubbing it on his round face.
White Horse City.
It is no longer possible to find out whether there has ever been a white horse with extraordinary steedness in Baima City. Perhaps we can get a clue from those old people with white hair. No one will go to Baima City to know whether there is a white horse.
, people who come here have their own purposes, whether they are trading, visiting relatives, passing through this place, etc.
Baima City is the nearest human gathering place close to Shiwanda Mountain. It was originally just a small village of hunters. With the hunting of hundreds of thousands of mountain animals and the collection of medicinal materials from Shiwanda Mountain, after hundreds of years of trade and even thousands of years of reproduction,
As time went by, the small village expanded into a small town, and today, it has evolved into the spectacular White Horse City.
The thick city wall paved with bluestone is stained with grey-brown bloodstains, which are the traces of time left by the beast tide that attacks the human city every few years. The official road is tall enough for three carriages to drive side by side. The official road is
Next to it are knee-high weeds. At the end of the official road is the forest of Shiwanda Mountain. This end of the official road is facing the majestic tall city gate. The city gate is made of brass mixed with tungsten steel.
It weighs a thousand kilograms, and it takes ten young and strong men to push it slowly.
The sun is shining brightly.
This is a good weather for going out to the city for hunting or trading. The tall city gate has already been opened. Two rows of soldiers in uniforms, ten in each row, are standing under the city gate. They are collecting the city entry tax. Those who go out of the city, whether hunting or collecting medicinal materials,
There is no tax, but when you return to the city, you must pay the city tax.
City entry tax is also one of the main sources of revenue for a city.
At this moment, Taoist priests in green robes and boys in gray clothes were lining up in the procession entering the city from the official road. There were all kinds of people in the procession, including farmers from nearby villages carrying vegetables and fruits they had grown, and people carrying hunting knives hanging from their waists and carrying long bows on their shoulders.
There are hunters carrying the carcasses of prey, bare-chested porters wearing commoners and shorts carrying wooden sticks as thick as bowls, knights walking in the rivers and lakes carrying swords, guns, swords and halberds, bodyguards escorting freight carriages, and of course Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes.
The city entrance tax required ten copper coins. A large basket made of green bamboo was placed in front of the captain of the soldiers leading the city gate. Countless copper coins were already stacked in it. Occasionally, you could see broken pieces thrown by generous merchants.
silver.
The team lined up in a long queue and moved forward unhurriedly.
There were many small vendors walking beside the long queues, bargaining with the farmers and hunters who were carrying vegetables and fruits, game skins and game carcasses, all in order to save a city entry tax.
"It also has to pay the city tax, double, no, triple the city tax."
The green-robed Taoist priest had just taken out twenty copper plates from the money bag tied around his waist and threw them into a large basket made of green bamboo. He was holding the boy in gray clothes and was about to carry him into the city. The guard sitting on the wicker chair
The city captain jumped up quickly, pointed at the little wolf in the boy's hand and said, "Moreover, you must pay the security tax."
Suddenly, two rows of soldiers guarding the city crossed each other with their red-tasseled spears, blocking the way into the city.
The green-robed Taoist priest touched his chin, looked at the city guard captain, and said with a smile: "Isn't this against the rules? It's not considered a human being, so why does it have to pay taxes?"
The captain of the city guard chuckled, walked up to the green-robed Taoist priest, and said plausibly: "You magic sticks, don't think that just because you are wearing Taoist robes, you can enter the city and bluff and deceive. It is precisely because it is not considered a human being that it needs to pay three times the amount."
The city entry tax; besides, if it bites someone in the city, we patrol soldiers will not be busy dealing with it, so for the sake of the security of the city, it must pay a security tax of fifty copper coins."
The green-robed Taoist priest smiled, took out a cart of broken silver from his money bag, waved it in front of the captain of the city guard, then threw it into the basket, and said with a smile: "Is that enough?"
"That's enough. Go, go, but you must take good care of the beast in this child's hands, otherwise you will go to jail if you bite people randomly in the city." The city guard waved his hand and said as if to ward off flies.
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The two rows of soldiers who defended the city each took back their spears, looked at each other, and smiled. It seemed that they had another drink tonight.
The Taoist priest in green robes led the boy in gray clothes and walked in.
After the green-robed Taoist priest and the gray-clothed boy walked away, the captain of the city guard picked out two taels of broken silver from the big basket, laughed at the soldiers guarding the city, and said: "As per the rules, I'll treat everyone to a drink tonight."
"Thank you, boss." The soldiers guarding the city responded one after another.
"Haha." The captain of the city guard put two taels of broken silver into his arms and said nonchalantly, "Just another charlatan, and he also brought a little liar with him. How can there be so many gods in this world!"
"Master, why didn't you teach him a lesson just now?" The boy in gray clothes looked up at the Taoist priest in green robes and said angrily.
The Taoist priest in green robe knelt down, touched the little head of the boy in gray clothes, and said with a smile: "We cultivators mainly cultivate the heart. Where does so much violence come from? Instead of asking to heaven, it is better to ask to your own heart.
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The boy in gray clothes didn't ask for a clear explanation, and was a little confused after listening to the words of the Taoist priest in green robes. Tang Hui, who was held in the arms of the boy in gray clothes, suddenly trembled all over, as if he had some understanding.
"Master, didn't you just say that we should go back early so that Master's wife won't have to wait for a long time? We can just take the Little Eagle back. Why do we have to enter the city?" The boy in gray asked, blinking.
The Taoist priest in green robes stood up, led the boy in gray clothes forward and said, "I will buy you a box of rouge and a bunch of candied haws for you."
"Master's wife is so beautiful, so there is no need to buy any rouge and gouache. Let's buy more bunches of candied haws for my disciple!" Upon hearing the candied haws, the boy in gray suddenly had little stars in his eyes, and his saliva almost flowed out.
"It's just you who is greedy." The Taoist priest in green robe knocked the boy in gray on the head and said, "Let's go."
"Hehe." The boy in gray clothes touched his head, jumped up and followed Tang Hui, and said to Tang Hui in his arms: "Little Wolf, the candied haws on a stick is delicious. The master said that you want to be friends with spiritual beasts.
Stay a while, the master bought me some candied haws, I'll share one with you."
Tang Hui didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Good friends should share half of each person, okay? Just share one with me. He's too stingy. He hasn't eaten for a day. He's already growing up and has a big appetite. How can one candied haws of water be enough to fill his stomach?
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As the Taoist priests in green robes and boys in gray clothes walked, various shouts and curses could be heard from the shops near the city gate, and there were also many farmers. After the hunters entered the city gate, they sat on the ground and set up street stalls.
The city gate is undoubtedly the place with the largest flow of people.
"Candied haws on a stick, fragrant and sweet candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick that has been handed down from ancestors for eighty years." At this time, an old man of half a century was carrying a wooden stick. The top of the wooden stick was coated with highly adhesive mud, and there were sticks stuck in the mud.
Strings of red candied haws were strung on wooden skewers and sold while walking.
"Master, master, candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick." The boy in gray clothes wiped the saliva that was about to overflow from the corner of his mouth, and yanked the corners of the green-robed Taoist priest's clothes and shouted loudly.
"I heard it and I saw it. Your master and I are not blind." The green-robed Taoist gave the boy in gray a helpless look and walked towards the half-hundred-year-old man selling candied haws.
"Old man, how do you sell the candied haws on a stick?" the green-robed Taoist priest said.
"Taoist Master, you're polite." The half-hundred-year-old man's eyes lit up and he bowed quickly, "Three copper coins per string, two strings of five cents. Since the Taoist Master is a Taoist master, if the little Taoist Master wants to eat, the old man is willing to give it to him for free.
A string of words will help you form a good relationship with the Taoist priest."
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord." The green-robed Taoist priest immediately returned the gift, sang a Taoist chant, and then said: "It is not easy for an old man to run a small business. It is better for me to pay for it."
After saying that, the green-robed Taoist priest took out five copper coins from the money bag at his waist, handed them to the half-hundred-year-old man and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, old man."
"No trouble, no trouble." The half-hundred-year-old man collected the five copper coins, took the two largest and reddest bunches of candied haws from the top of the stick, and handed them to the boy in gray.
The boy in gray clothes quickly threw Tang Hui to the ground. He took a bunch of candied haws in each hand, and immediately bit a candied haws in his mouth and chewed it. He said to Tang Hui vaguely: "Xiaolang, you are not allowed to run around. There are people here."
Too many, and if you get lost, you will be captured by others and cooked for meat."
Tang Hui was about to cry but had no tears. He wanted to run away, but the trace of light cyan demonic power in his body was immobilized by the green-robed Taoist priest's spell. If he ran away like this, he would never be able to cultivate into a great demon in this life.
The green-robed Taoist bid farewell to the half-hundred-year-old man, and looked around the streets paved with bluestones. He found a rouge shop about twenty meters away, and then said to the boy in gray: "Wait here for the master, and the master will buy some for your wife."
Some rouge and gouache.”
"Okay." The boy in gray responded while eating the candied haws.
The green-robed Taoist priest walked towards the rouge shop, three steps at a time.
"Boss, give me a good rouge and gouache." The green-robed Taoist priest took out a piece of silver ingot from thousands of miles away, and there were ten taels in total. He was dressed coquettishly and still had charm. The middle-aged lady boss's eyes lit up and she hurriedly
He grabbed the silver from the green-robed Taoist priest's hand, turned around, bit it with his teeth, looked happy, turned around and cast a wink, and said with a sweet smile: "Master Taoist, aren't you a monk? What's the matter?"
I am moved by Fan Xin, which pretty young lady do you want to buy rouge and gouache for?"
The green-robed Taoist priest blushed slightly and pretended to be angry: "Are you going to sell it or not? If you don't sell it, I'll go buy it from another house."
"Sell, why not sell? I opened the door to do business, of course I have to sell." The proprietress emphasized the word "sell", and then shouted to the inner hall, "Xiaohong, give this Taoist master a try.
The best rouge gouache.”
"Okay." A clear voice came from behind the bead curtain in the inner hall.
"Master Tao, how old is your sweetheart?" the landlady asked jokingly, resting her chin on the counter with her hands.
The green-robed Taoist remained silent and turned his head away from looking at the ecstasy on the landlady's breasts. However, the hint of snow-white flesh exposed accidentally or deliberately was replayed scene after scene in the green-robed Taoist's mind.
"Hey! Taoist master, don't be angry and ignore me." The landlady's voice rose a few degrees and she continued to tease the green-robed Taoist priest.
At this time, a luxurious carriage rushed out from the city gate and rushed over. The carriage was carried by four pure white horses without a trace of color. The exterior of the carriage was engraved with exquisite patterns, and the windows of the carriage were hung with strings of flowers.
The jingling black agate, and the fine silk hanging behind the black onyx blocked the scenery inside the carriage. A coachman in his twenties was sitting in the driving position of the carriage. Even the coachman was wearing silk and was waving a pure black
With a riding whip, he yelled loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way quickly, this is the carriage of the City Lord's Mansion, who dares to block the way."
The boy in gray clothes stood in the middle of the street, handling two bunches of candied haws with relish. His back was to the carriage. When he heard the sound of flying horse hooves, he turned around quickly and saw the luxury carriage speeding towards him. He was at a loss and had a look on his face.