Wandering in a dream filled with tides for a night, Cen Shuang finally broke free from the bewitching and opened her eyes. She found herself lying on a soft bed, a ray of warm sunlight shining through the small window, and the walls were covered with various masks, and the sunlight slapped on it, refracting colorful halos throughout the room.

She sat up in a daze and got out of bed. The pain from her ankles made her regain her memories of her life. She remembered the nightmare attack in the valley forest last night, but she was still hazy about what happened after she escaped into Bogu City. She only remembered that she was stumbled under the night sky. Later, there seemed to be some black shadows in front of her, and groups of strange masks floating in groups, just like these hanging on the surrounding walls.

At the same time, she was surprised to find that the wounds on her body were bandaged, and they were no longer so painful, and there was also a burst of coolness. Only the wounds on her ankle were not very convenient when walking, but she no longer felt like she was walking on fire and charcoal like last night.

How could she be here? Faced with everything strange around her, she was still a little confused and even a little uneasy. It was not until she saw that her sword was still there by the bed that she felt a little at ease. She picked up the sword and walked out the door slowly. There was a larger room outside. Unlike the inner room, there were several rows of high and low shelves and cabinets displayed here, with a faint smell of old mold. The big and small things were piled up in the cabinet shelves and corners, complementing the long chaos of this small town.

"Oh...you're awake." An old but full of breath came. The girl was shocked and turned around, but accidentally knocked a cloud-patterned glass bottle at her elbow down from the shelf.

The falling glass bottle did not fall to the ground, but stopped steadily only an inch from the ground, and slowly rose up, passing over Cen Shuang's head. Her eyes also moved with the glass bottle, and finally fell into the hands of an old man standing by the door. The old man with silver silk was slightly drunk. He picked up the glass bottle and breathed at it. A ball of dust instantly lingered in the sunlight thrown into the door.

"It's so magical..." Cen Shuang, who has been living in the west, is always very curious about the magical technique, but the old man pointed lightly behind her: "It's not me, it's her."

Cen Shuang looked along the old man's fingers and saw a girl sitting in the middle of a pile of masks, wearing a mask on her back and holding a piece in her hand. She was lowering her head and brushing it carefully on it.

"What is this place?" Cen Shuang asked.

"This is a pawn shop." The old man smiled and said, "Last night we saw you fainting on the side of the road, so we picked you up, Miss Cen Shuang..."

When Cen Shuang heard his name cry out, his back chilled, and his hands couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword.

Seeing this, the old man just smiled slightly and walked towards her two more steps. Cen Shuang immediately smelled a few smells of alcohol floating in front of him.

"Miss, shouldn't the girl be ready to swing a sword at an unarmed old guy... Even if I shouldn't have caught the glass bottle just now, since the girl doesn't like it, I'll smash it, just smash it." After that, the old man threw his hand back, and a crisp sound, and the glass bottle fell to pieces outside the door.

Cen Shuang felt that her nerves were too tense. Even if the other party recognized her, if it was not good for her, how could she let her lie on the bed? What's more, she even cured her injuries, so she let go of her hand.

"It's rude, but how do you know my name?" Cen Shuang asked.

The old man took a step and walked staggeringly into the house. Cen Shuang saw a tattoo on his arm that seemed to be a legion totem. The pattern was slightly dizzy. It seemed that for some time, there were two straight scars interlaced into a fork. If he had either been defeated and captured in battle, he had been a deserter.

While walking, the old man said slowly: "I remember three months ago, Wanlai Gate sent a large number of killers to intercept the powerful Canglan Jun in Wuyangquan, Wuyangquan, the western Wuxian Kingdom. This fierce battle caused a sensation. The girl must have known it. Later, it was said that a woman named Cen Shuang escaped from Wanlai Gate, and was also given a heavy reward and chase. I saw that the girl was wearing a sword, and her clothes and shoes were stuck to the Hulan grass ears produced in the valley outside the city. I guess she came from the west and was injured in several places due to attack. So I dared to guess and see the girl's reaction, and I guess it was right?"

"Don't listen to him making nonsense," the little girl next to her suddenly spoke, but she still didn't raise her head, and she was still focused on painting her mask. "Last night he saw that bad guy called you Miss Cen."

The old man coughed twice, pointed at the girl with anger, sat down on a chair, picked up the wine gourd, and drank it intoxicatingly.

Only then did Cen Shuang remember the story of encountering a robber after entering the city last night, and he almost lost his life.

"You saved me..."

Cen Shuang was about to thank him, but the old man and the girl said in unison: "You don't have to be polite." Cen Shuang didn't know what to say for a while, and hesitated for a long time, and finally came to the girl and squatted down and said, "What are you doing?"

"They broke and the color fell off, and I'll make up for them."

Last night, the girl used divine acupoint technique to drive away the robbers, but because one of the masks was caught by the man in charge, it fell heavily to the ground. The girl was shocked and the divine acupoint technique suddenly lost control, and the masks fell to the ground one after another, breaking a lot.

"But this one cannot be repaired..." The girl took out a mask that had been cracked with regret, and it was the one that was broken by the leading man. "It is called the swordsman Lulu, which is my favorite. My dad always wears it to play with me..." The girl said, and the faint fluorescent light in her eyes was shaking, and then she raised her head and smiled at Cen Shuang: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, that bad guy was knocked out by me later!"

The girl looked out the window and suddenly stood up: "Ah! It's almost noon, I'll go cook..."

The girl jumped into the backyard. When Cen Shuang saw her standing by the fire, she took a deep breath and then pushed her palm suddenly, and the fire started to burn.

When the old man saw Cen holding the cracked mask in his hands, he said, "I have a relationship with Lan'er's father. Later, he went to the army to fight, so I took care of his daughter." After that, he raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Lan'er's faint voice came from the backyard: "You are not greedy for my beauty..."

The wine spurted out of the old man's mouth with a "pop" sound: "Now the little guy, you really dare to say anything."

"Is there anything I dare not say," Lan'er continued: "When I grow up, I will be as beautiful as this sister."

Cen Shuang listened to the conversation between the old and the young, smirked. She silently looked at the little girl with big round eyes, pretty nose, and pink face. She must be a beauty in the future.

Cen Shuang turned his head and bowed to the old man: "I was not good to me just now, and I will pay the price when I threw the glass bottle... I hope it won't be too expensive."

A look of annoyance flashed across the old man's face: "It's okay, under the light, I saw that the bottom signature of this Xueguo cloud-patterned glass bottle produced in Xuanyuan 213 was abbreviated. I remember that it was when I first came to Bogu City when I was fifty, and it was only in 347 that the Holy See began to promote it, so I guess its owner will not come to redeem it again. It would be better to throw it away if I take up space here."

The old man picked up the gourd wine pot and sighed, "This wine can't be drunk anymore."

"Lan'er, she is a divine master..." Cen Shuang asked at the old man.

The old man nodded: "Many divine awareness masters can only master the divine awareness technique of a certain system throughout their lives. Lan'er is less than six years old, but she has already realized the orifices of the Tough and Flame. It's not simple."

"Old man," Cen Shuang suddenly said to the old man: "Can you tell me about the Shenjue Master?"

"Why do you want to know this?" The old man was a little surprised.

"Because, I lived in the west in the past and had never seen a Master of Divine Awakening. But last night I met in the woods outside the city and almost died at the hands of a Master of Divine Awakening..." She paused and added: "It may be two... and I still have to go east. I don't know how many Master of Divine Awakening I will meet along the way, so I want to know them. When I meet again next time, I hope I can at least do something..."

"But where should we start..." The old man grabbed his head and pondered for a moment, and said, "Okay, then let's start with the word "God"..."
Chapter completed!