When Yun Zhong came back to his senses, he felt that the sky had already darkened, the moon was slanting, the red cage was hanging high, and even the houses in the long streets and deep alleys in the distance lit up lights one after another; although the market was still there They haven't dispersed yet, but the pedestrians on the street are no longer as bustling as they were earlier. There are only a few merchants who still feel that today's business is unsatisfactory. They take out the thick long gown from the accompanying carriage and wrap it around their bodies, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in the city. , I don’t know what I’m thinking.
Autumn nights are much cooler than snowy and cold winter nights. Firstly, it’s because the clothes on my body can’t stop the rustling autumn wind. Secondly, it’s probably because the lights of thousands of houses warm my eyes, making my whole body colder by comparison. .
Liu Qing and the other two men could still sit still, probably because of their high state of mind. Even though their bodies looked thin, they still sat cross-legged without making any other movements.
"Junior brother, I have to thank these two for the good fortune in this long street." As early as when Yun Zhong woke up, Liu Qing had already felt it in his heart, so before he could make any movement from the young man, he took him with him He smiled and slowly opened his eyes.
When Yun Zhong heard this, he looked into his Dantian: Although there was still not much accumulation of internal Qi, his meridians had been reshaped a lot by Qiu Hu before he knew it. At a glance, there were many more important meridians and acupuncture points than before, which made the young man very happy. After all, every time Qiuhu changes his meridians, there will be a burst of severe pain. Even if it is offset by the jujube-colored elixir given by the old city lord of Mocheng, the pain is inevitable, but now it can be changed without having to endure that kind of pain. How can you not be happy with so many subtle meridians?
So the young man twisted his slightly stiff muscles and bowed to the two short men sitting cross-legged on the futon.
Mojiu did not accept this gift, he looked sideways and said with a smile, "Brother, I was joking. I was the first to attack that sword light. How could I have thought that this little brother could use the sword light to cultivate his sword spirit? Even though I The two of us often give good fortune to others, but we got this good fortune on our own, so of course we cannot thank the two of us."
The eldest brother spoke, and Mo Zhi followed closely and said, "The sword spirit in my little brother's body seems to have been warmed and nurtured by the hands of an expert. Although it is now used for his own use, he still needs to be careful: after all, this sword spirit Divine will is like a sword without a master. It only cares about cleansing the marrow and cutting through the scriptures. It is too overbearing and violent. If it hurts one's own body, it is not worth the gain. The best strategy now is to find the essence of this divine will and merge it into one. , it is most suitable to warm and nourish the spirit."
"Thank you both for your advice." Although he has just woken up from a dream, Yun Zhong also knows that etiquette must not be lost. Although he doesn't know why these two people are here, since the senior brother is willing to sit across from these two people, it doesn't matter. He acted out of line and immediately thanked him with clasped fists.
Liu Qing stood up from the futon, walked to Yun Zhong's side, handed Yun Zhong a round hoop that was all shiny and clear, and said with a soft smile, "Junior brother, I have been living in the remote town of Qi for a long time. I don't think I ever played with it when I was young. I have learned such a strange thing as throwing pots, and now, thanks to the blessing of my two brothers, I can try it out, so I can get back my addiction in this autumn fair."
Yun Zhong took the hoop and frowned. He had no idea what his senior brother wanted, so he raised his head and winked at Liu Qing.
Liu Qing had no choice but to talk to Yunzhong Haosheng about the rules of throwing pots, and only then did the young man understand something.
The saying of "throwing a pot" originated several dynasties ago. It was an elegant way for officials to invite their colleagues and guests to come to the host's home for a banquet. It means that everyone takes arrow feathers and throws them into the mouth of the pot a few steps away. Those who win will be exempted from drinking for one round, and those who fail will have to drink a glass of wine as a penalty, which can be used between banquets.
Over time, the fun of throwing pots and other banquets was also spread to the homes of ordinary people. However, due to the lack of arrow feathers, they had to be replaced by copper hoops. Various objects were placed in the field, and the winning or losing was judged by the number of points scored by the objects.
In the town where Yunzhong is located, most of the people are still struggling with food and clothing, and it is extremely rare to entertain fellow villagers. There is no such new trick. Therefore, Yunzhong has only now known the details of throwing pots and hoops, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.
Liu Qing didn't take this seriously, and pointed at the dozens of heavenly treasures spread out beside the two men, "Junior brother, whatever treasures you can get, it all depends on your throw. Just throw it away." No need to worry."
The young man was stunned.
Mojiu and Mozhi were also speechless for a while.
These thirty or forty objects are not the antlers and deer skins in the market, but the heavenly treasures that countless practitioners have spent their whole lives trying to find. If others knew about it, most of the world would have to be shocked. Shake three times for it. If it weren't for the two brothers Mojiu Mozhi who learned excellent escape skills from the dojo, even their traces would have been hidden in the world.
Unexpectedly, the scholar in front of him didn't seem to care. It was as if he had bought twenty ounces of rice wine brewed by a villager in the market.
"Both of you...are you really going to give it to me if you throw it?" Yun Zhong was still worried. He squeezed the round hoop in his hand again and again, frowning. Anyone who is a practitioner will probably be able to see the extraordinary features of these dozens of objects on the ground at this moment, not to mention the three or two of them, which are full of misty purple energy and complement each other with the lights not far away, which is truly extraordinary.
How can such an object be ordinary?
The young man even had a vague feeling that the quality of these objects on the ground, if picked up casually, would be a bit higher than those of Zhongqiu Lake in his belly.
Liu Qing patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Senior brother, I have long said that there is no shortage of money. What's more, even if I don't meet these two brothers on this trip back to the mountain, I still have to prepare a small or medium-sized entrance gift. Come, won't it save you a lot of trouble? Even if you just invest, the income you get is just the lottery gift given to you by your senior brother, so there is no need to be too deliberate."
Mojiu Mozhi smiled bitterly and said to the young man, "Although my brothers admit that they are not always true to their word, they still need this little bit of face. Since this gentleman's agreement has been made, the things must be given, but Whether the object is good or bad, whether it is a heavenly object or a spiritual treasure, all depends on your own luck."
The young man looked at his senior brother again and saw that the latter also had a look of helplessness on his face, so he gritted his teeth and threw the copper hoop in his hand towards dozens of objects on the ground.
The object in the hoop swayed upwards and hovered in Yun Zhong's palm. When Yun Zhong raised his palm to look at it, he saw a green jade bird with a hairpin, lying quietly in the palm of his hand, vivid and vivid, but not at all. There was no movement at all.
"It's a pity." Mojiu shook his head when he saw this, as if he was extremely regretful, "This thing is called Blue Sky Tour. Although it is still considered a mid-range object among the heavenly objects, among the dozens of treasures of mine, It’s really not a good product.”
