"..."

The teahouse was quiet.

Ye Cang didn't listen to excerpts much, and always felt like a waste of time. This time, it was also the disciples who came to Xizhou who chose such a meeting place. They heard the crazy song that Monk Budu once sang, and sat down to listen carefully. This was the first time he had heard this tune in "Return to Dreams", and when he heard it, he was in a trance.

... as if a white seed oil lamp woven with bamboo strips swayed in the corridor, the bamboo lattice cast mottled light and shadow, and the person who carried the lamp was dressed in red, silent in the night wind. Three hours of silence, no one heard his sigh.

Not as if.

really saw it.

After the dark and dark night, the little master did not return to Taiyi, but went to sea, not knowing what to talk about with Thirty-Six Islands. Half a year later, Thirty-Six Islands landed on Qingzhou, and Taiyizong originally located in Qingzhou moved back to Kongsang, except for the monks who protected the city.

After returning to Kongsang, the little master would occasionally sit alone on the silver screen, watch the lights and drink in the high pavilion of the undetermined peak in Kongsang late at night. Without the elders' orders, the Taiyi disciples never went to the undecided peak to disturb him, but when they saw the peak entering the clouds from a distance, the attic was lonely, and everyone always felt uneasy in private.

Opposite Undetermined Peak is pitch-dark, it's all mountains, how can the young master always face that pitch-dark place!

So after pondering, pondering, everyone came up with a method.

Whoever is on duty at night will chop some thin bamboos and make a few bright lights in the spare time of practicing during the day. At night, they will be replaced one by one, and they will be released where the Undetermined Peak can be seen. In this way, when the little master stayed on the undetermined peak, he could see the lights instead of the silent mountain shadow.

It is also thanks to the Taiyi disciples who have been self-sufficient for years to sew door clothes and carve waist cards by themselves. All of them have good craftsmanship, and they can do it well in a few days. However, the little master only went to Unding Peak occasionally, but everyone put on the lights every night, and none of the night disciples were lazy.

Over time, it has become a new habit for Taiyi disciples.

The lights are lit, one after another.

Silent.

Compared with the noble title of "Shenjun", Ye Cang and other disciples of Taiyi are more willing and prefer another title: Little Master.

Little Master.

Hearing it is arrogant and domineering, proud and wanton.

"Uuuuuu..."

The trance thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the whimper next to him.

When Ye Cang turned his head, he saw a few young female cultivators who were not sure which immortal sect were sobbing and biting their handkerchiefs. Among them, there was also a female swordsman in purple, who was extremely excited and slapped the table, angrily scolding: "Shit Xianmen! Shit the common people! The world is not worth it! The common people are not worth it!"

The female companion next to her reminded her in a low voice, "Aying, we are Xianmen."

"...Uh." The purple-clothed female swordsman paused for a while, muttered, but insisted, "We have to scold even the Immortal Sect! Whatever we do..."

On the other side, the other disciples of Immortal Sect seemed a little uncomfortable, and some people wanted to argue with the female swordsman in purple. The storyteller on the stage had a cold sweat on his forehead. Well, that's the downside of telling "Don't Dream Old Things".

Seeing that the situation was not good, the shop assistant desperately gave Mr. Storyteller a wink.

The storyteller hurriedly slapped the wood again.

"Everyone," Mr. Storyteller said, "Have you heard of something new in Xizhou recently?"

"What's new?" A monk asked curiously.

"Everyone knows that in Meicheng of Xizhou, there is a Tianchi Lake that is an excellent fishing spot for the Twelve Continents. At the foot of Tianchi Mountain, there is a wealthy refining village called 'Bai Gong Village' a few days ago. Seeing the beautiful scenery of Xiaoxue Mountain, the owner of Baigong Village went up the mountain to go fishing. As soon as he went up the mountain, he saw a magnificent and unparalleled beauty sitting in the small pavilion in Tianchi." The storyteller said this with a strange expression, "This village When the Lord saw it, he was fascinated by it, so he wrote a limerick about his wealth, and attached a piece of water worth ten thousand gold, and sent a servant to send it to the beauty."

Hearing that Baigong Village's owner gave a piece of water spirit as soon as he made a move, the monks in the teahouse suddenly inhaled.

Ye Cang can't help but tongue,

"Surprising Record" has a saying: the south of Wushan, the water of the water of Boli, flowing into the sea in the south, there are Boyu, the bright and clear person, and the water. Although today, the witch people are not trapped in the boundary of the southern Xinjiang, the price of this Wushan Shui Soul is still high, and it is a precious material used by monks for refining. In order to please the beauty of the beauty that day, the owner of Bai Gongzhuang was a piece of water ...

Ye Cang touched a few bronze plates in the poor sleeves, and his face was expressionless:

This damn rich man ...

The more you think about it, the more sad, and the tea bowl is raised at the end of the warehouse.

"Hey, Mr. Hu, are you so reliable?" Some people in the tea house questioned loudly at the moment. It is impossible to give this thing as soon as you meet? "

"Don't believe it, if you can see the beauty fishing by the Tianchi alone in the person here, there are nine nine who are willing to leave the family and look at him." Who is your fainting alone? "

"——It is a prince in red!"

puff

Ye Cang sprayed a sip of tea on the face of the opposite younger brother.

Chapter 121 Acacia One Night Plum Flower

"Who?! Mix! Do you lose my sauce beef !!!"

The younger brother jumped sharply and was angry.

Just now he stared at the beef with strong sauce in front of him, carefully examined, carefully selected a piece of fat and thin, and was about to send it in his mouth with expectations. The desktop is giving the corner.