The sun was three o'clock, and the bloody smell after the war remained at the gate of Denglong City. The gangsters were lying on the ground and rolled and wailed, and Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling, who caused all this, had long disappeared. People on the roadside pointed and whispered to each other and whispered to the story just now. The sunlight at noon was very dazzling, shining on the black city wall, rendering a shrill white. This ray of light shone a tall figure. The person who came was extraordinary in appearance, wearing a Taoist robe, and had a sign on his chest. If Yun Zangfeng was here, he would definitely recognize that this was the mark of Jiuxuan Gate. The man walked to a gangster.

, took a pulse and said, "Who did it?" The gangster told the people in front of him in detail, and told the appearance and age of Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling. The man stood up and ordered the people around him: "Recently, two seniors in the sect are coming, and I want to entertain you. You can send these brothers to the hospital first, and check who did it. When I finish the work, I will come to deal with them in person. It is definitely not easy for them to escape from another 20 or 30 people. You must be more careful in your actions. Go down." The man behind the man waited, helped the gangsters on the ground and retreated one after another.

Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling walked into the city and took the animal skins and bones on their bodies to fur shops, medicinal materials shops and other places to sell them, and exchanged them for some spirit stones. It turned out that this Denglong City is located at the feet of several major sects, and the currency used is different from the outside world. Yellow and white things can only be regarded as commodities here, but not as transactional currency. Only spirit stones are circulated here. After all, there are often cultivators coming and going. The two of them exchanged the spirit stones for some rice, flour, needles, and clothes, and found a hidden place to put them in the Tongxin Ring. After the work was done, the two thought it was rare to go down the mountain, so it would be better to have a trip around Denglong City.

In fact, when the two entered the city, they discovered that although Denglong City was not big, it had all the internal organs. There were hundreds of miles apart, far from Yanjing, Luoyang, Chang'an and other places. However, the business here was not bad. Small vendors selling various toys, jewelry, and food on both sides of the street were all hawking in their own ways. It was time to catch up with the festival of worshiping the heavens in Denglong City. Denglong City relied on several major sects of immortal cultivation. People who cultivated immortals came and went high and were regarded as immortals. Every month, the people who climbed the dragon city would make large sacrifices to seek the blessing of the immortals they mentioned. It was okay during the day, but it was just some ordinary incense burning, sacrifices, and dragon dances.

Lions and other activities are lively. At night, every household in Longcheng will hang colorful lanterns, guess riddles, and play river lanterns. At this time, girls from all households will also go out to find the wishful husband who will make them moved. Men of each family will leave their names and addresses after discovering the woman they like, so that they can contact marriage in the future. This festival is the favorite of craftsmen. Craftsmen will make some fun gadgets, carry them on a load, or carry them in a basket to the street for sale. There are mechanical birds that can fly in the sky, vivid wood carving puppies, and small and exquisite jewelry from girls' homes.

The most famous craftsman circulating in the market is probably the one who is a croaker and a group of people who are accustomed to the candy man. The one who is a man named Zhang. During the festival of heaven, this old man would carry a load to sit down at the door of Xinfeng Inn, light up the stove, throw the blended syrup into the pot on the pot. When the syrup is completely melted and a few drops of honey is dripped, the fragrance comes out and people are attracted by the fragrance. When people gather, Old Man Zhang will pick up a scoop of syrup, which is cold.

The smooth pottery table outlined, the orange syrup exudes the aroma of malt and honey, turning into a thin line, and turns into beautiful patterns on the pottery table, mostly the heroic immortals circulating in the market. There are young people carrying long swords, bald men holding double hooks, old men with single crutches, etc., and some animals, such as dragons and phoenixes, pixiu, and prison cows. They are vivid and lifelike, and people can see them as if they can hear the roar of the animal.

Although the jugglers are extraordinary, they are all ordinary tricks, such as shattering big stones on their chests, swallowing swords on their mouths, and spitting out fires. Yun Zangfeng had no interest in listening. Instead, it was Long Ling, the aunt who was chatting on the roadside, was fascinated by her, and she insisted on pulling Yun Zangfeng to see them together tonight.

Yun Zangfeng could not resist Long Ling, so he booked two upper rooms in Xinfeng Inn. There was not much left of the spirit stones replaced by the beast bones and teeth. As soon as the hour of You arrived, the city began to be lively, and all kinds of sounds were endless. The inn owner leaned against the door frame of the inn, looking at the noisy streets, and a smile appeared on his face. Perhaps this was his pursuit. After a day of busyness, he leaned against the door frame of the inn, and the humid river wind blowing from the south hit his face to bring a little coolness. He watched the people coming and going on the streets, smelling the freshness of burning firewood and the aroma of steaming rice that came from each household, letting the last ray of sunshine sprinkle on his face, and the stability in his heart was enough.

Shortly after dinner, Yun Zangfeng smelled a scent of sugar. He knew that it was the old man Zhang who was talking about during the day. Long Ling's nose was even more sensitive. He put the chopsticks in his hand and ran to the door quickly, becoming a crowd of onlookers. Yun Zangfeng had no choice but to ask the inn owner to write the meal money on their account, pay together tomorrow, and then followed him out. The old man Zhang's face was rosy, his face was a little fat, his small eyes were narrowed, and he seemed not to open. But Yun Zangfeng clearly felt that from that

The light from the two gaps came out. Old Man Zhang glanced at Long Ling and stretched his hands out of his sleeve. The hands were definitely different from that face. They were a pair of hands that looked like withered, very thin, and the blood vessels on it were clearly visible, and the dry skin wrapped in dry firewood. Old Man Zhang scooped out a scoop of syrup from the pot. His dry hands were very flexible, flying up and down like a spring swallow. After a while, a dragon horse with flames under his feet appeared vividly on the pottery desk. Old Man Zhang used a

The sword that was as thin as a cicada, separated the dragon horse from the pottery table. The movement was very slow, light but very steady. Old Man Zhang handed the candy man in front of Long Ling: "Little girl, I'll give it to you." Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling looked at each other, and they knew in their hearts that this old man was definitely not simple. When Long Ling took the candy man, Old Man Zhang scooped up another can of syrup and sprinkled it on the pottery table. This time, what he made was a dragon spirit, with long hair draped behind his head, smiling on his face, and holding a small candy man in his hand.

The skill of the people present exclaimed and shouted loudly. Yun Zangfeng was also impressed and bowed and said, "Senior, good skills, boy, I'll accept it." Old Man Zhang laughed and said, "Just make a living, young man, this is enough for you, half a piece of spirit stone is enough." Yun Zangfeng took out a spirit stone from his body, gave it to Old Man Zhang, took the candy man, and left with Long Ling. Old Man Zhang must not lack this spirit stone, but Yun Zangfeng's respect for Old Man Zhang is not something that can be measured by this spirit stone.

The two of them were eating candy and walking in the middle of the road. Lanterns were hung on both sides of the street. There were some lanterns and some riddles. Below was a beautiful girl, obviously waiting for someone to solve the riddle to see if she was her wishful husband. Just as Long Ling was stumbling, Yun Zangfeng's steps stopped. Long Ling held Yun Zangfeng's hand tightened. First, he looked at Yun Zangfeng in surprise, and then followed Yun Zangfeng's gaze. It was a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Long Ling had seen this woman's appearance from Yun Zangfeng's heart more than once. She was Liu Wenqing. Yun Zangfeng's breathing became a little rapid, as if he had seen something incredible. At this time, he seemed to feel the gaze of Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling. Liu Wenqing and the handsome man turned their heads and looked at Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling.
Chapter completed!