During the conversation, the people on the street gave birth to lifescales again, and the hawking sounded again.

"The crown comb is also sold! The crown comb is also sold!...Mother Hu made it herself!"

"Newly folded twigs, Luo Bo's wax figure is born!"

"...Ah, what a pity!"

"..."

Familiar marketplaces sing, and the familiar ups and downs turn soft. All living beings are in different forms, but the most important thing for the survival of the flesh and blood is the lack of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Zuo Yuesheng retreated step by step, and when he retreated to the side of Monk Budu, he suddenly turned around and slashed at his Heavenly Spirit Cover!

clang

The monk Budu folded his hands together, holding Zuo Yuesheng's knife brightly like gold.

At the moment Zuo Yue gave birth to the knife, Lu Jing stepped out and blocked the retreat of the monk Budu's back. Ye Cang and Lou Jiang took a beat, but quickly moved left and right, holding the sword firmly. It was placed on the neck of the monk Budu.

"What do the donors mean?" Monk Budu looked shocked, "Don't fight infighting, don't fight infighting!"

"Bald donkey! What a fool!" Zuo Yue pressed the knife down with life and death, "'Before you came to Licheng, you kept saying that we would encounter a bloody disaster. You are so familiar with Licheng that you are not like the number one at all. Next time, you said in the tavern yesterday, 'It's rare to come across this at Licheng Night Market'... Damn, you bald donkey full of lies! Look at me, you are the inner responder that Zhou Ziyan inserted among us!"

"There is something to say, something to say! The poor monk is indeed coming to Licheng for the first time!"

Lou Jiang had a cold face and pressed his sword inward.

"Ahhh! The poor monk is wronged! The monks don't lie, the poor monk has always told the truth, but you don't believe it!" Monk Budu sighed, "Did you forget what the poor monk sang when they first met? ?"

"Silly silly, crazy crazy, like a fake but a real sneaky dragon..." Lu Jing thought back.

"Walk around, wander around," said the monk Budu, "It's like a dream but not a dream—"

He suddenly loosened his hand, and the Buddha beads were offered up.

The golden light was brilliant, and a scorching sun rose in the sky on the gray street.

"Turn your head empty!"

………………

"What is that?" Qiu Bodeng, dressed in white, was sitting on the altar on the highest floor of the altar. Looking from afar, he found that the direction of the city street in the west was faintly flickering with sunlight. "Sunrise in the east and rain in the west?"

"No Golden Crow will fall to the ground."

"You've been hiding in the dark because you're too ugly?" Qiu Bodeng asked coldly, "This kind of spirit that doesn't sully the eyes of the world is commendable, but you can come out, I don't look at you. already."

The person in the dark was silent at first, then sighed, and turned out from behind the pillar: "Don't worry, although you don't look good, it won't contaminate your eyes."

Qiu Bodeng turned back.

There was one person standing in the pavilion.

Watermarks were printed on his face, with a lofty chill and dignity. He is definitely not bad looking, and even saying "not good" is self-effacing. He is a person who makes people feel very far away even if he takes off his fancy clothes and walks into the market to drink with the craftsman. The clothes are as white as snow, unstained by the mundane.

"You really haven't changed at all."

He says.

Chapter 36 Sunrise in the East and Rain in the West

"It sounds like a reunion of an old friend," Qiu Bodeng tapped lightly on the stone platform with his pure fingertips, "but it may not be a liar. After all, after the knight lost his memory, he mistakenly made the enemy a good friend, which is also an enduring drama. already."

"Why do you still like watching dramas so much?" The man in white was not angry, but smiled, diluting the dignity of an emperor like a king, "I don't remember anything, I still remember the bridges in thousands of dramas. Duan? I knew earlier that I should bring you a box of silver mud and red fat, so that you can sing all the good and bad on the stage. "

"indeed."

Qiu Bodeng pressed the stone platform and jumped off the altar.

The sleeves of the robe spread out like a crane, and he fell to the surface of the pool, but did not sink into the water. He stepped on the celadon cup and confronted the man in white through the sparkling water and candlelight.

"Aren't you going to sign up for a surname?"

"What is your first and last name..." The man in white glanced at the lamp in the Silver Lake, "The last name is Huai, the name is Ningjun."

"Jun Huaining, this pseudonym is not good enough." Qiu Bodeng walked across the lake with pieces of celadon, the hem of his clothes was not damaged by the flames, "Although I can't remember it for a while, but I always feel that even if I I knew you before, and you were definitely the type of 'not speculating too much'. So..."

He raised his eyes, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Speak up if you have something to say."

"If you have hatred, draw your sword."

The shadow cast by the celadon on the bottom of the lake moves slowly with the water pattern, and there are countless fast-changing crises lurking. Qiu Bodeng's words seem to suddenly tighten the lurking murder. The distance between him and the man in white is already very close, and it is already the best distance to draw a sword and wield a knife.

Huainingjun shook his head.

"You think too much," Huainingjun said, "I'm just here to invite you to watch a play."

"What drama?"

"Sunrise in the east and rain in the west."

……………………

rain.

Chilling rain.

"Damn." Lu Jingjie shuddered, his hand holding the knife trembling, "Damn bald donkey, are you fucking trying to freeze us to death?"

The monk Budu frowned and made a quiet gesture: "Several donors don't want to speak loudly, we didn't come out."

"I didn't show up..."

Zuo Yuesheng frowned and looked around. They were standing on a street that was somewhat familiar to them. The ridge archway was shrouded in the drizzle. Although the undulating and slanting lines still looked very gloomy and dim, they were no longer the gray as they used to be. The surrounding scene looks more like the real Licheng - the Chicheng still awake.