Chapter 272 The Black Loach Under the Well

The shocking changes in the Daqi Dynasty seemed to be a wake-up call for everyone.

Dongzhou is about to enter a war.

The atmosphere in Fengjiang City has also become very subtle.

In a few days.

The outside monks quietly replaced them.

Except for those who can tell at a glance that they are direct descendants from a certain big cultivating family.

There are no lower level martial monks on the streets.

Almost all counties and sect families, including Dali, sent orders to recall their children, and then replaced them with a group of higher-level ones.

Some people feel a sense of danger and oppression.

So I left the city early.

Guandaoting Inn is a nice place, but it is already full of people.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Because Fengjiang City is no longer the place where low-level martial monks should stay.

At least that will be the case for a long time to come.

Of course, as to whether it will continue forever, it depends on what the county magistrate will do after he comes out.

at the moment,

The major dynasties in Eastern Continent held emergency discussions.

Daqi's affairs are no longer an internal issue within their dynasty.

This is related to the situation and destiny of the entire East Continent.

However, in fact, most people can analyze the result, which is nothing more than combining forces to go to the capital of Daqi to block the Nanjingzhou army.

At least drive them back to Nanjingzhou before their cross-continental ferry arrives.

This is the best result imaginable.

As for the specific discussions and the details of how the major dynasties will dispatch their troops, no one knows.

…

In Fengjiang City, business was going on in the bright sunshine of early spring.

People are coming and going at the moment.

Monks gathered in many places to discuss the recent events in Dongzhou.

Occasionally, I would point fingers at some special outsiders and continue this process.

After all, there are many people from all over the world who come to Dongzhou to watch the fun.

For example, someone saw several monks wearing Longhu Mountain robes before, which reminded people of a Luotian feast a hundred years ago.

Or there are some sword cultivators who carry the Spirit Sword Mountainside Medal on their backs. They all have extraordinary grace with their sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. This kind of super sect exists in the classics. Ordinary monks cannot enter such a sect, which is extremely enviable.

Anyway, just wait, there will be more people coming to Fengjiang City, and there will be more messy things.

In front of the shop.

Old Man Zhu did not lean against the door and smoke a cigarette as usual.

There are no shops open today and the door is closed.

They just put a handful of rice in them, then held the pipe and pot under their arms, stooped and walked slowly towards the west with their hands behind their backs.

As he walked, Old Man Zhu grabbed a handful of rice from his pocket and sprinkled a little on the ground in front of him.

After a while, a big rooster with a red crown jumped out from nowhere.

He quickly ran forward and took a few bites.

Then he followed Old Man Zhu and kept eating.

One old and one chicken, it looks like they are taking a walk.

This is not considered aura in Fengjiang City.

Everyone knows Old Man Zhu, but his reputation is not very good. People all over Fengjiang know that this old man has a bad temper and likes to tease the widow next door.

Anyway, he is an old and dishonest person, and he is usually quite a thief.

Seeing that he likes to throw rice to the chickens, he might get hungry at some point, so he would catch them and stew them secretly.

Passed through the streets of the city and bypassed the main street.

The old man took the big rooster to the west area of ​​the city.

People here are still bustling. Although there are not as many people as Central Street, there are some empty houses and many monks spend money to live there.

Old man Zhu couldn't help sighing, not sure if he was talking to the big rooster or to himself: "Tsk, tsk, I haven't been to the west of the city for a few years. Speaking of which, Longjing Lane is still as shabby as ever, and the guy named Shen doesn't either. If you only know how to repair, you only know how to make money, and you are incompetent."

As he spoke, he scattered a handful of rice in his hand forward.

The rooster crowed, somewhat dissatisfied.

Can't you just throw it at your feet?

You have to throw it so far away. If you are not tired, I am still!

Old Man Zhu ignored the rooster's contempt and continued walking towards Longjing Alley.

Soon, there were fewer and fewer people.

Until I saw the Suolongjing that had been dilapidated for who knows how many years.

Only he and the rooster were left.

At this time, there was only the last handful of rice left in the old man's pocket.

He grabbed them all casually and scattered them on the ground beside the Suolongjing.

"..."

Somewhat quiet.

This time the big cock with the red crown didn't go over and eat it.

Its red crown tilted, and it glanced at the old man's face somewhat speechlessly.

Those eyes were full of anger and disdain.

Old Man Zhu lowered his head to look at him, shook the pipe pot in his hand, and smiled coldly: "Humph, it's just a matter of fact. You like to eat or not. I don't see you coming here to poop on weekdays. What's going on? Can’t you eat what you pooped?”

"Wo wo wo wo wo!" the rooster crowed several times.

After it was done, there was still a lot of fluttering and chicken feathers were all over the floor.

Old Man Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and kicked the rooster, and then said with disdain on his face: "What a fright! Huh, if you're scared, just go away, or you can just jump into the pot and add some mushrooms to stew it."

The rooster calmed down: "..."

Old Man Zhu hugged his body, ignored him, and walked forward.

"Furthermore, he has been locked up for tens of thousands of years. He is as cowardly as a loach. What he was like when you were catching earthworms is what he is like now. Alas, the world is really declining. Each one is like a pile of mud."

The rooster raised its neck and followed behind.

It didn't stop at all, or simply pretended not to hear what the old man said.

Just scold me.

If you can eat and drink enough, what else do you need a bicycle?

We arrived at the mouth of Suolongjing.

Old Man Zhu reached out and patted the dust on the edge of the well, then sat down slowly.

I looked at the sunny sky that was about to enter midsummer.

He lit the tobacco bag in his hand and took a heavy puff.

I don't know how much time has passed.

A breeze carrying a tornado blew by.

If anyone sees it at this time, their jaws will drop because of this seemingly inconspicuous little tornado.

It was actually blown out of Suolongjing!

Yes, it is this dry well that has long been dilapidated and abandoned.

Old Man Zhu slowly exhaled the smoke, and the thick fog seemed to be spiritual, flying towards the small wind that was about to fly out of the alley, and finally dispersed the wind.

"Oh, loach, you're awake. I thought you were dead all these years, so I was thinking about taking it back and frying it in a pot to try it."

Old man Zhu finished speaking.
To be continued...