Tang Zhen: "..."

The power of his old man's level has long been fasted, but he is greedy, so this five-flowered body can be said to have a long history and a long history.

Tang Zhenren choked for a moment, then said solemnly: "I haven't thanked the owner of the valley for lending Bingtan."

Nian Mingming waved his hand and said: "What do you say, whether to borrow it or not, he controls the ice pond, and my group of incompetent disciples are protected from the cold, which is considered a blessing. Besides, a person like this is hanging in a Mingming Valley in our district.' Elder's name, it's too late for us to get all of it."

"This little brother is kind to me. When fellow Daoist Wen brought Ju Lingyu to me, I had to find a way to help him anyway," Tang Zhen said, "it's just that he was lucky enough to be in Ju Lingyu. Yuzhong achieves primordial spirit, but there is really no precedent for forging jade into flesh, and I don't know if it will be successful or not. , the body he has cultivated from the Spiritual Jade is complete, and it is time for me to return it to its original owner."

While talking, the two of them arrived at the ice pool. As soon as they approached, Tang Zhen couldn't bear the chill.

Going forward, I could only hear the sound of water. The owner had just finished bathing and was coming out of the icy pool. Nian Ming said brightly, "Little friend Cheng Qian, is it disturbing your peace?"

This fat man disturbed the tranquility not once or twice. It was obvious that the people in the valley did not know what tradition, and they talked to death from top to bottom, and Cheng Qian was used to it.

He didn't feel uncomfortable. He came out of the white fog on the ice pool, picked up the frozen robe by the pool and draped it over his body. He walked only three or two steps, and the ice-stained hair was all gone. The robe It also hangs down naturally again, and this tempered cultivation base has almost turned into a realm of moisturizing and silent.

Cheng Qianchong nodded and said, "Gu master—Brother Tang, I was just about to find you, come in and sit? I'm a little cold here."

It was midsummer at this time, and there was no heat in the mansion next to the ice pool. When walked in, it was actually a piece of ice and snow. The chairs were frozen to the ground and covered with a layer of frost. Cheng Qian pinched his fingers slightly. A warm fire was drawn from his fingertips and fell under one of the chairs, instantly melting the frost on it and burning it, but the chair was not burned at all.

Cheng Qian said: "Brother Tang is not well, find a warm place to sit."

As for the owner of the valley, Nian Mingming, he didn't care. Anyway, the old fat man had rough skin and thick flesh, and he was very cold.

The water in the teapot on the table had long since frozen into a lump of hard ice. Cheng Qian shook it a few times in his hand, and the big ice cube melted under the urging of True Yuan. of heat. He poured a cup of hot water for each of them.

Tang Zhen took it over and warmed his hands. Then he put the lantern in front of Cheng Qian and said, "This thing should be returned to your little friend. You will die on this road. It's not easy. You should cherish it more in the future."

Cheng Qian was not surprised, obviously knowing that Tang Zhen had taken away his past memories, he nodded, waved the small ball of light in the lantern into his sleeve, and said solemnly, "Brother Tang is alive and dead. My kindness, if there is any use for me in the future, Cheng Qian will definitely die."

Chapter 50

Early in the morning, a commercial road in the south of the Yangtze River was scorched with fog by the scorching heat, and a caravan was stopped by officials.

"Stop! What's for sale? Come down and check."

The officials who intercepted them were all tired, and they had obviously spent the night on this road. Surprisingly, behind this large group of officials were two middle-aged men in Taoist robes. These two people didn't mix with others, they just sat in the back meditating from a distance, sitting there regardless of world affairs.

The caravan steward hurriedly got off his horse, nodded his head and said, "Master, we came back from the north to sell the leather, and we are doing business as usual. You can do it as you like..."

Saying that, he skillfully took out a purse fortress from his sleeve.

A look of greed flashed across the face of the official messenger. Just as he was about to reach out his hand to pick it up, he remembered something, and hesitated for a while. He secretly looked back at the two Taoists not far away, gritted his teeth and pushed the purse back. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing? You jian merchants, who don't do business well on weekdays, where did you learn all these bribery methods? Get out!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved: "Check it out for me!"

The person in charge had no choice but to follow behind the officials with a bitter face: "Hey, sir, slow down... If you tear it down, you won't be able to sell it, sir..."

The caravan pulled a row of carts. If they were all leather, the officials didn't find anything. The leader's face became more and more stinky. He turned his face and pointed to the ridiculously large carriage at the end of the caravan. Said: "What's in there?"

The steward hurriedly said: "Go back to the official, that's our young master's car..."

"Young master?" The leader sneered, "Why does the young master ride in such a big car by himself? The son and grandson of the dragon may not be able to put on such a big spectrum when they go out, get out of the way!"

The steward couldn't stop it, and a group of officials had already surrounded the ridiculously large carriage.

I saw that the leader took out a palm-length wooden sword from his bosom, gestured up and down like a wind, and murmured like a god of dancing - mortals are no better than monks. Completely recite the ciphertext of the talisman. If some talismans are not intended to be used by mortals, there is no opening for the ciphertext, and they can only be circulated among monks.

After a long while, the charm on the wooden sword was activated by him, and a green light flashed from the tip of the wooden sword, pointing straight in the direction of the carriage.

The leader was immediately excited and shouted: "There are indeed forbidden items in it! Open the door for me!"

The so-called "prohibited goods" are the magic spells that are sold privately on the black market.

There is a regulation in the court that all the magic spells that enter the people must be reviewed and stamped by the Tianyan Office, otherwise there are those people with ulterior motives who buy some magic spells to kill and set fire, isn't it messed up?

The regulations are of course reasonable, but in this way, when things enter the Tianyan place, it will take a year and a half to put things in and out. As a result, most of them are not allowed to pass, and only a few are allowed to flow out. Basically, it was all divided up by those dignitaries, royal family and relatives, so that a real folk artifact could be sold at a sky-high price.

Those who sell banned items privately, the imperial court can't control the monks who are high and high, they can only control the commoners, and they have set dead rules. Anyone who sells forbidden items privately will be regarded as deceiving the king and rebelling. Nine tribes.

But even so, there are still repeated prohibitions on the illegal sale of immortal artifacts on the black market, and there are always desperate desperados who take risks for the sake of bào profit. Money, not life," is an elusive black market scalper of banned goods.

Some people say that this person has an official background and is colluding with officials and bandits, and some people say that this person is just a monk.

In recent years, there have been years of military disasters. Because the rebels carried a lot of black market banned goods, it was very difficult for the court to quell the rebellion. Today, hate these desperadoes who are desperate for money, and the investigation is getting more and more strict. Almost every business road was intercepted from time to time, and a group of experts from Tianyan Department were dispatched to cast nets everywhere.

The official commander gave an order, and the two monks behind him looked at each other and walked up - saw that the car was really big, and it almost took up most of the official road. As soon as he raised his hand and opened the curtain, the person in the car just raised his head.

It looked to be a young man in his twenties, half lying in the car lazily, dressed in luxurious clothes, holding a roll of books in his hand, and swept his eyes half-open, just like a legendary Fox Immortal, the official leader was stunned for a while.

The inside of this car is even more luxurious than the outside, and the heat is on top. There is ice in the car and a pot of crystal clear plum wine.

The young man who looked like a fox immortal saw the official leader, he frowned immediately, and suddenly covered his face with the book in his hand, and said angrily: "Where did this come from, shoot it out, it will make me ugly!"

This sentence scolded the leader who picked the curtain back to his senses, and the leader struggled to regain his stammering confidence: "Big, bold! You are carrying forbidden items, this is a matter of conspiracy to lose your head! Will you be caught without a hurry?"

"Prohibited?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "You said this?"

I saw a strange ring between his slender fingers. The ring face was carved into a copper coin shape. Before the official could see what the material was, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the square hole of the copper coin. It became a bust of a young man in the air, such a thing was unheard of, and officials could not close their mouths...

Then the young man raised his hand and gave him a slap on the face with a blank face, and this dissipated in the air as if contented.

The young man glanced condescendingly and said insincerely: "Oh, sir, I'm sorry, you are standing too close, this is not a forbidden item, I made it myself to play, to tell you the truth, I'm worrying too, I don't know how to add a few knives, at least let this baby talk to me - he'll slap people now."

The two Taoists who followed the official messenger finally spoke up and looked at the young man coldly: "Are you also a monk?"

The young man in the carriage didn't seem to hear it, looked arrogant, leaned on the soft couch, and refused to even straighten his waist.

The official who was slapped by him covered his face and jumped three feet high: "Xianchang, I think this person is suspicious, maybe it's that... that "money-making son"!"

The Taoist priest of Tianyan Department asked, "Why do you dare to ask this fellow Taoist why he worked so hard to travel with the mortal motorcade?"

The young man said confidently: "I'm happy to do it."

The Taoist froze for a moment, took a deep breath, and then tentatively said, "Then dare to ask where this fellow Taoist is from?"

The young man sneered: "Why should I tell you—Is the inspection finished? Make way!"

The words of these two words fell, and the young man suddenly slapped the small table, and saw that a small sword flickered faintly between his eyebrows.