Chapter 284 The storm is rising

Tong'anfang.

This is a small market hundreds of miles away from the Hanging City. Not only the immortal cultivators often come here, but also some mortals work here, running shops or restaurants for the immortal cultivators.

However, being close to the Hanging City, this location is really awkward. In the past, the monks all gathered in the Hanging City and rarely came here. Many shops were depopulated and there were only a few people around.

Yingxian Tower is one of them.

The name of this restaurant is very good, "Yingxian" and "Yingxian". Whenever a cultivator hears this name, he will always take a look inside out of vanity. Unfortunately, this small town is really sparsely populated. There are people who settle here, but they will eventually leave because they yearn for the rich products of Hanging City. Therefore, the popularity of Yingxian Tower in the past is really pitiful.

But things are different here today. At this moment, the waiters in the restaurant are rushing back and forth, greeting people from the east and echoing from the west. They are very busy. At first glance, the building is packed with people and there is no empty seat.

Most of the people who came here today have powerful auras, and the lowest level is around the eighth level of Qi refining. Even higher-level monks have developed magic power. They can be said to be a mixture of three religions and nine streams.

At noon, three customers suddenly came to the store.

One person is bare-chested, barefoot and wearing a bamboo hat.

One person was wearing a patterned cassock and had ring scars on his head. He was a monk, but he looked a bit like a deer with a rat-like eyes and a slightly wretched expression.

The last person was a middle-aged Taoist priest, holding a fly whisk in his hand, with fluttering clothes and fairly handsome appearance.

"Three distinguished guests, please come in quickly. Are you staying in the hotel or in the hotel? Although our hall is full today, there are still a few good guest rooms."

Seeing these three people arriving, the waiter hurriedly welcomed them with a smile and respectfully invited them into the restaurant.

When the three of them entered the store, they saw that it was packed with people. There were customers everywhere, and they all frowned slightly, showing gloomy expressions.

"Fellow Taoists, the restaurant here is full, why don't we move to another place?" The shirtless man walking in the front looked at it and said to the two people beside him.

Upon hearing this, Monk Nahua also glanced at the hall, then nodded slightly, agreeing with this person's statement.

Seeing this, the shirtless man looked at the Taoist priest and asked, "What do you think, fellow Taoist Sufeng?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest remained calm, glanced around slightly, shook his head and said, "Many inns and restaurants along the way are already full. I think it's better to just spend two days here."

After saying this, the Taoist priest took out a few spiritual stones from his sleeves and threw them to the waiter, and said: "Prepare three rooms for us, and send us a table of good food and wine. All the expenses will be borne by the poor Taoist."

The child's eyes lit up and he quickly led the three of them upstairs.

Monk Nahua touched his shiny head and said with a laugh: "Fellow Taoist Sufeng is so generous, how can we have the nerve to ask fellow Taoist to spend money?"

The Taoist priest was quite disapproving, and waved his hand and said: "It's such a small effort, it's not worth mentioning. A poor Taoist can still afford the cost of this small hotel. Master Wujie doesn't need to be so polite."

"Fellow Taoist Sufeng is indeed a free and easy person. It is truly an honor for the three of us to be able to make friends with you during this trip."

The pair of bare-armed brothers also laughed out loud and said fawningly.

The Taoist priest waved his fly whisk and smiled without saying a word.

"The distinguished guests please stay in the room for a moment. The food and wine will be brought to you soon."

The waiter led everyone to the side room, said with a smile and respectfully left.

The three of them didn't mind it and sat down quietly in the room.

The shirtless man took off his bamboo hat, poured a cup of tea, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said angrily: "Grandma, the trade fair is coming, and the Xuankong City is overcrowded. We arrived a little later, and even this The restaurants in the nearby market are all full, causing me to run around, which is really disgusting. "

"What Fellow Daoist Zou said is absolutely true. If we had known earlier, we should have moved in advance. Maybe many monks in Xuankong City have exchanged treasures privately in the past few days. We have missed some opportunities." Monk Hua said.

The big man surnamed Zou was even more upset when he heard this, so he had to drink tea to relieve himself.

At this time, he looked at the silent "Taoist Master Sufeng" in front of him and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, this trade fair is very large in scale. There are dozens of merchants and sects jointly organizing it. There must be a lot of valuable treasures. Do you know what treasures you want to exchange for this time?”

Monk Hua also had a strange look on his face when he saw them, "Taoist Master was not arrogant or impetuous along the way, and he didn't pay much attention to the monks' private exchanges before the trade meeting. I think Taoist friend already has a treasure that he has identified, so you might as well share it with me." The two talked and talked, maybe they can provide you with some useful information."

When the Taoist priest heard this, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and then he chuckled lightly and said: "Is there any treasure you like? I'm just here to join in the fun. Although the trade fair There are many valuable treasures, but they are also expensive. If you want to find treasures among them, you must have enough wealth. I don’t think I have such strength. "

The Taoist priest disguised as "Taoist Master Sufeng" was naturally Ye Chunyang.

A few days ago, he was practicing in the mountains. After calculating the time, he knew that tomorrow would be the day when the trade fair would be held, so he came here in disguise. He happened to meet these two people on the road, so he disguised his identity and went with them.

The shirtless man's name is Zou Peng, and the great monk's name is very interesting, "Wujie".

There is no discipline, no discipline, nothing to quit. Ye Chunyang has seen the master's mind in the past few days, and there are many beautiful women like wine and meat.

The cultivation level of these two people was generally in the late stage of foundation building like his, and coincidentally, they were both casual cultivators and had not known each other before. Knowing this, Ye Chunyang went together after being polite, so as to use this as a cover.

Hearing such an ambiguous answer, Hua Heshang and Zou Peng smiled at each other, with strange colors in their eyes, but knowing that the other party had no intention of talking more, they tactfully avoided the topic.

Zou Peng said: "It is said that the Mu family contributed the most to this trade fair, so the venue was set up in the Mu family Chamber of Commerce. Now all the sects in the northern veins have sent their disciples to come, but because there are so many people this time, in addition to the Mu family, there are many branch venues, which are enough for us to open our eyes."

"Yes, for this trade fair, I have been preparing for a long time." Hua Heshang also looked eager to try, and said: "But it is said that the trade fair is divided according to the level of cultivation, and the Qi Refining Stage will trade with the Qi Refining Stage, and the Foundation Establishment Stage will trade with the Foundation Establishment Stage. In addition, to enter the VIP venue, you need to hold an invitation letter handwritten by each merchant. Alas, it's a pity that we are casual cultivators without any sect or sect, so such a good thing will not be our turn."

"VIP venue..."

Ye Chunyang accidentally pinched the invitation in his sleeve, and continued to have a dark look in his eyes.

But he did not speak, just sat in silence.

Then the three of them had dinner and chatted for a while. After midnight, Zou Peng and Hua Heshang went back to their rooms together, leaving Ye Chunyang alone. He lay quietly on the bed, his hands behind his head, his eyes half-closed, thinking about something in his heart.

In fact, he had collected enough demonic energy a few days ago and returned to the inner mountain.

The reason why he came so late was because he had been looking for news nearby in the past few days.

I thought the news of Zhuge Yu's death would spread quickly, but unexpectedly, I had not heard any news about it in the past few days.

"With Zhuge Yu's identity, Qiankun Sword Sect could not have been unaware that this person had fallen. It seems that there are some reasons that Qiankun Sword Sect suppressed him." Ye Chunyang thought.

The calmer it is, the more likely it is to be hidden. He must not be careless. Tomorrow is the date of the trade fair. There are masters from Qiankun Sword Sect and Wutianmen. He needs to be extra careful in everything and must not let the other party know his identity.

In fact, if he had to get Tian Zhilan, he wouldn't have to take such a big risk, but Ye Chunyang's goal was not just this.

Such a large-scale trade fair is a rare event in the world of immortal cultivation, and many treasures appear in it.

Now under the pursuit of the two major sects, Ye Chunyang is alone and must rely on more external forces to protect himself. If he can find some treasures that enhance his strength at the trade fair this time, it will be a good thing.

"That day at the Yuan family, the fake Taoist priest Su Feng said that Tian Zhilan came from the Mu family. I will just go directly to the Mu family venue at the trade fair tomorrow..." Ye Chunyang thought in his heart.

He took out the invitation of the Mu family and looked at it.

The Mu family has issued countless invitations of this kind. Even if he takes it out tomorrow, others may not recognize his identity.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang felt relieved. After putting away the invitation, he closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it, waiting for tomorrow to come.

...

Perhaps it is because the trade fair is coming soon. Even in the middle of the night, the Hanging City is still very lively. All the shops are still brightly lit, and many cultivators are coming and going.

Mu Family Chamber of Commerce.

Mu Ling'er and Mo Lao were looking at the old man in black clothes with white hair and youthful face in front of them at this time, with surprise on their faces.

"Sixth uncle, I didn't expect that you would come here in person this time. Ling'er is really flattered."

Mu Ling'er blinked her bright eyes and looked at the old man in front of her, her little face full of joy.

Mo Wenxian also hurriedly greeted: "Greetings, old man."

This person is one of the old men of the Mu family, a direct descendant of the ancestor of the Mu family, and his status is definitely not comparable to those of them.

What's more, the other party's cultivation has reached the late stage of magic power, far above him, so they need to be respectful when they meet.

Even though he is hundreds of years old, the old man in black clothes is still energetic, with a bright light in his eyes.

He waved to Mo Wenxian, then looked at Mu Linger, smiled kindly, and said, "Why, little Linger, don't you welcome your uncle?"

"How dare Linger." Mu Linger took the old man's arm, smiled and greeted him, and said with a bright face, "Tomorrow is the day of the trade fair. All factions have arrived here. I am very happy to have my sixth uncle here to help me."

The old man touched Mu Linger's head lovingly and said, "The ancestor was worried about you being alone here, so he sent me here."

After a pause, the old man said, "But in addition to helping you, I have something else to tell you."

"What is it?" Mu Linger looked suspicious.

The old man chuckled, took out a scroll from his arms and opened it.

Mu Linger looked at it in doubt and found that the painting was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a long bun to his chest, and was surprised.

The old man smiled and said, "This painting was sent by Qiankun Sword Sect and Wutian Sect, saying that the person in the painting is a wanted person of both sects, named 'Ye Xiaobao', but this person's original appearance is not like this, the Taoist priest's appearance is just his incarnation, the two sects are afraid that this person will sneak into the trade fair tomorrow, and hope that our major merchants can pay more attention and help them capture this person."

Mu Linger was stunned, and looked at each other with Mo Lao in silence.