Quickly escaping from the gate of Sword Immortal Villa, the three of them walked deeper into the alley.
I just said that swordsmen are a bunch of lunatics and their brains are not working well.
There is nothing at the gate, it is just an ordinary gate. Just because one person has enlightenment there, everyone else believes in it.
How is this different from the students who worship Wenquxing before the exam? They are all feudal superstitions, bah!
Chen Linger's heart palpitated for a while. As a local, she could run away from the monk but not the temple. If this group of people felt that they had been insulted and planned to fight to the death, who could stop them.
He repeatedly reminded: "Taoist Priest Qingyuan, don't say that to the swordsman again."
"Never say it again." Zhang Qingyuan agreed wholeheartedly, not because he was afraid that they would challenge him for a duel. The key was that they would lose, and the swordsmen would suffer secondary physical and mental damage.
The alley is very deep, no less than Wangfujing Street in the previous life. There are people squatting on the ground setting up stalls at the base of the wall, and their stalls are dazzling.
There were people selling weapons, books, clothes, umbrellas, steamed buns and tea eggs, and some standing on the street with their doors half-open.
"Um?"
Standing on the street...
When passing by a big sister in cool clothes, Zhang Qingyuan glanced at her out of curiosity.
"Ahem!"
In exchange, Li Qiuran's white eyes were as sharp as blades.
The three of them walked around, just like visiting a night market.
Most of the passers-by are also people from the martial arts world. They come here not to gain enlightenment at the gate of the Sword Immortal, but to hunt for treasures.
Ever since the Sword Immortal Mansion became a check-in attraction and attracted countless swordsmen to gain enlightenment here, this alley was no longer a simple alley.
What is the most important thing about opening a store and doing business?
Of course it’s customer traffic!
It would be strange to set up a fruit stall on Mount Everest without risking death.
From the day when countless swordsmen gathered in front of the Sword Immortal Mansion, smart people focused on this place.
Swordsmen like to come here. Since there are swordsmen, will anyone buy swords?
A stall selling swords appeared.
Since some people buy swords, will others buy other weapons?
Stalls selling concealed weapons also appeared.
And when the number of stalls increases, it will attract many people who are not swordsmen to come here.
As the number of these people increases, more and more stalls will be set up.
There are so many people in the world, so it’s not too much for me to sell a family sword manual, right?
There are so many people, even if they are all martial arts practitioners, martial arts practitioners also need to eat, so it’s not too much for me to sell steamed buns here, right?
When the basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation are complete, and all kinds of commodities are available, the customer flow will not only be people from the martial arts world.
Grandpas and aunties who love to take advantage will also come and wander around, carrying baskets, as if they are going to the market.
The further you go in, the more complete the categories become, and all kinds of products that are not available on the market also come along.
Zhang Qingyuan saw the words on the cardboard in front of several stalls: Passing by Songjiang, just because I couldn't raise the travel expenses, the cheap sellers passed on their secrets...
When he lowered his head and took a look, there were secret books on the book cover such as Divine Wind Palm, Haotian Fist, and Fierce Sun Vajra Palm.
Zhang Qingyuan squatted down. The stall owner was smiling and rubbing his hands, looking like a profiteer.
Zhang Qingyuan picked up the secret book of Wind God Palm and opened the first page. The table of contents read:
1: The peach blossom girl hangs upside down from a golden hook.
2: Mu Liang is invincible with a sharp spear...
He looked up at the stall owner, who raised his eyebrows.
Li Qiuran stood aside and asked, "How?"
Zhang Qingyuan hurriedly closed the book and said slightly nervously: "Ahem, it's just imported goods. Let's go to other places to have a look."
"oh."
Li Qiuran saw that he was mysterious and curious.
Chen Ling'er must have been fooled, so she took Li Qiuran's arm and said, "There is also a rouge and gouache seller in front, let's go and take a look."
No matter what world it is, books like this that enrich the heart and relieve loneliness are hard currency.
It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to see it. Zhang Qingyuan sighed with regret. If Li Qiuran saw that thing just now, she would definitely let the stall owner know what the real Ice Palm looked like.
Continuing to walk forward, Li Qiuran and Chen Ling'er bought some rouge powder. It was said to be produced by Xianfang. It seemed to be a brand that specializes in selling high-end rouge powder, just like Lancôme in the previous life.
Zhang Qingyuan bought a short knife with a blade about the same length as the palm of his hand. It was not a magic weapon, but it was mainly for portability.
From now on, I will travel around the world and sleep in the wild. After hunting game, I can use it to skin and cut the meat.
It is too extravagant to always use the Questioning Sword to cut flesh.
Zhang Qingyuan is not a pure swordsman, so he only regards weapons as a tool.
Suddenly, not far ahead, a quarrel attracted Zhang Qingyuan's attention.
Those are a group of people from the world, kicking someone in a circle...
Yes, you read that right, it’s a circle kick, or a beating.
None of the people who beat people used weapons or even internal strength. They were just like gangsters fighting in a group. They beat and cursed at the same time, and the curses were very dirty.
Wails came from the crowd, pitiful and pitiful, begging for mercy.
"What's going on?" Zhang Qingyuan asked Chen Ling'er.
The girl shook her head, also looking confused.
Li Qiuran's eyes were sharp. She looked at him twice and said, "The one who was beaten seems to be a Taoist priest."
Chen Ling'er saw this and said doubtfully: "They didn't use martial arts, they might be charlatans."
Hearing what she said, the two of them felt that it was reasonable. If it was a martial arts fight, how could they be so mean, even beating, kicking and scolding.
After a few glances, the three of them showed no interest. Just as Zhang Qingyuan was about to leave, Li Qiuran suddenly said "Huh".
"What's wrong?"
Li Qiuran pointed to the crowd and said doubtfully: "Qingyuan, the Taoist robe he is wearing looks like yours."
Zhang Qingyuan looked down and saw that his Taoist robe was not unique to any sect, it was similar to that of Taoist priests in many Taoist temples.
It's just that the master made some slight changes at the beginning, but the changes were not big and you couldn't tell if you didn't look carefully.
"wrong."
Li Qiuran said: "I can't say that they are somewhat similar, I can only say that they are exactly the same!"
After hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan suddenly felt that the wailing sounds did have a familiar feeling.
He hurried forward, and Li Qiuran and the others followed closely behind.
"Give way, give way."
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, give me some face, I'm Zhang Qingyuan!"
As soon as this was said, it really worked.
As expected, the perpetrator stopped when he heard the words Zhang Qingyuan and looked at him suspiciously.
One of them didn't seem to believe it, but became even more angry.
"Here comes another liar, beat him up!"
Just as the man was about to take action, a cold palm wind hit him, and he immediately lay on the ground holding his stomach and groaning.
Li Qiuran's palm did not kill him. The man was only slightly injured. He just needed to use his energy to force out the cold air. His temper was indeed much better than before.
Seeing the Ice Palm, everyone believed it. One of the men stood up and said, "Is it true that the real martial arts master is in front of you?"
"Yes, it's Pindao."
The others quickly clasped their fists and raised their hands, "I've seen Master Zhenwu Dao, and I've seen Fairy Zhuqing."
Zhang Qingyuan and Zhang Qingyuan also clasped their fists in return.
He pointed at the Taoist on the ground and asked, "Taojun, do you know this person?"
Zhang Qingyuan turned his head and looked at the Taoist lying on the ground. His hair was messy and unkempt, his Taoist robe was in tatters, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was extremely miserable.
The Taoist was secretive and seemed extremely embarrassed. Facing Zhang Qingyuan's gaze, he held back a sentence for a long time: "Junior brother, what a coincidence."
Zhang Qingyuan also twitched the corner of his mouth and replied: "What a coincidence, Second Senior Brother."
"Is he really Senior Brother Daojun?" The middle-aged knight leading the charge next to Zhang Qingyuan asked in surprise.
More than just acquaintance, they simply knew each other... Zhang Qingyuan was also embarrassed and nodded helplessly.
The knight said: "Since he is really Daojun's senior brother, then Xu will give him this face. You two Daojuns, take your leave."
Zhang Qingyuan nodded and glanced at the second senior brother.
I supported him, but this guy didn't even stop him, which shows how unjust he is.
The perpetrator carried the person on the ground away. The others wanted to see the excitement, but were frightened away by Li Qiuran's sharp gaze.
After everyone left, Zhang Qingyuan stepped forward and squatted in front of the second senior brother.
The second senior brother's eyes averted, and his heart was filled with embarrassment.
As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of your brothers suffering, you are afraid of your brothers driving Land Rover.
The second senior brother is a shameless person.
Especially when they met in such a scene, his self-esteem was being crazily hit.
Since the brothers left Sanqing Temple last year and went their separate ways, they have not seen each other again. The second senior brother has a complicated mood.
In just one year, the youngest junior disciple has now become a world-famous Zhenwu Taoist, with a beautiful woman in his arms, and is happy and healthy.
And as for myself...
well!
Zhang Qingyuan looked at the second senior brother. His name was He Qingxian, he was thirty-three years old this year. He remembered that the original owner was taken back to the Taoist temple by his master, and it was the second senior brother who helped give him a bath.
Now when we meet here, we feel like things are different and people are different, as if we are in another world.
"Senior brother, um... are you hungry? Brother, please go get something to eat?"
He Qingxian stood up in confusion, performed the Zi Wu Jue to him and Li Qiuran, and said arrogantly:
"Brothers, brothers and sisters, I have made you laugh today, but remember, brother, I am not a beggar. In the future..."
Zhang Qingyuan frowned slightly and asked, "Should we go or not?"
He Qingxian chuckled: "Go..."
