Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

Even though it's late autumn, the weather has been sunny and rainy for several days, but it's still warm.

There is still a sweet water stall on the street.

Compared with the fresh, sweet and juicy fruits, the ripe fruits in autumn have a more sour and crisp taste. The vendors have put a lot of thought into making bowls with lotus leaves to hold the crushed ice. The fruits are cut into shreds, marinated in sweet water and placed on the ice residue. Add an extra layer of juice.

After eating the sweet preserves, you then drink the melted ice water with the fragrance of lotus leaves in one sip, which is a good way to dispel the heat.

Those people on the street bought sweet water, and they happened to listen to the old man next to the sweet water stall telling some interesting stories.

The storyteller wore a high-collared lining and an ordinary cloth coat. On the fan in his hand were written the words "Connecting the Past and the Present" with four flying dragons and phoenixes.

He had just finished telling a story, and the storyteller was pouring tea into his mouth.

Someone below took the opportunity to speak:

"Old man Qu, you have told so many interesting things about the Immortal family. When did you get the chance to talk about our ancestors?"

"What's so nice about those things about your ancestors? Do you want to hear about the romantic affairs of your ancestor who married several wives?"

"You are jealous of my ancestor's wealth. As for my ancestor, I heard that when he was young, he was also a handsome man."

"How handsome is he? Prettier than that immortal?"

"Why, are you like your ancestor who followed a handsome man for two miles and became interested when he heard the word handsome?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The man who talked about his ancestors smiled mysteriously: "We in Yanyong City, who changed owners on this day, have never seen an immortal. But I remember that my mother saved a portrait. I saw that look when I was a child. It's pretty."

"I can just talk about it. If I have the ability, I can bring the painting and let us meet your ancestor."

"..."

The storyteller cleared his throat after drinking tea. Of course he had heard the discussion just now, so when he opened his mouth again, he was not talking about a fairy family that slayed demons.

Instead, he really got attached to the earth and started talking about ordinary things: "Do you know why Yanyong City was taken away by two countries, but neither of them issued a massacre order for the people in the city?"

"Isn't it because they need manpower to dry the salt?" Someone answered first.

"Silly, how can our strength compare to those soldiers?" someone immediately retorted.

The storyteller shook his fan and smiled mysteriously: "The little old man has been telling stories in Yanyong City for almost half his life. Now, let's tell the story of Yanyong City."

The story was told vividly at first, as if I had actually witnessed a white river falling from the sky, falling into the city, and spreading crystal salt all over the ground.

It's just the second half that sounds a bit outrageous. It's said that the two countries across the river actually dug out a fairy from it. It was called a fair-skinned girl with a naturally charming body.

As I talked about it, I got into the drama of two men competing for one woman, and I got tired of it after hearing it too much.

The land in Yanyong City is considered special.

No one knows who this land will belong to when they open their eyes tomorrow.

The two countries have been fighting for more than ten years. Except for the fact that some people wanted to massacre the city at first but were beheaded by the general in public, it became a tacit understanding between the two sides to fight for Yanyong City without hurting the people.

After getting used to it, the people of Yanyong City no longer had the fear they had when the war broke out.

Even so, there are still sequelae of the battlefield, that is, although the city has a salt-producing river, it is not considered rich.

There are only one or two street vendors, and most of the others still rely on sun-dried salt to make a living.

The old storyteller was too old and did not have the energy to pick up the pieces of salt, so the people in the city collected a small amount of money and invited him to tell stories every day.

But when people get old, they will inevitably repeat the same thing many times, and this old man was a writer of banned books when he was young.

It's fun to listen to at first.

But after listening to different versions of two men fighting for one woman, two women fighting for one man, two men and two women fighting for love, two generations of people fighting for love...the excitement that I should have is nothing like the pornographic ones on the street. The leaves are withered.

The people below began to lose focus, and some even started to grab the person who mentioned his handsome ancestor, saying that they would go to his house to see if he really had a beautiful face.

"Oh, you have heard that my ancestors had several good wives." Lielang was afraid of pestering Lang, and the man had no choice but to do so. "Why can you marry so many wives, if they are not good-looking?"

"I don't believe it. You are so ugly, but you actually have an ancestor who is prettier than an immortal? If you can't, please describe it to me."

"You don't really like men! Stay away from me!"

There were men all around who were tanned by the sun, and the only one who was fairer was the old man with wrinkles on his face.

The man who was grabbed by the neck and shaken dizzy suddenly caught a glimpse of a handsome young man walking on the street: "He, he, he, just like him, looks better than my ancestor."

The people watching the fight stopped listening to the story and stretched their necks to look in the direction the man was pointing.

The afternoon sun dazzled my eyes, and after staring for a long time I could really see what the boy on the street looked like.

She really looked like an immortal walking out of a painting, with her smooth and shiny hair tied back by a jade crown, and the ends of her hair falling on her shoulders and neck, making her snow-white robe even whiter.

Those slanted eyes are slightly curved, as if they were born with a smile.

"My dear, is there really such a handsome man?" Someone said in surprise.

But it seemed that he was heard by the man walking on the street.

He paused, glanced at the group of people gathered together at the end of the street to listen to a book, raised his hand to push away the white hair covering his eyes, and raised his hand to greet them lively:

"Excuse me!" The young man said with a crisp voice and a smile, "Have you met my friend? He is a little taller than me and likes to take naps."

The kung fu boy who shook the god had already come forward.

The man who was pestering to see the handsome man was the first to greet him: "Little brother, when did you and your companions come to Yanyong City? Maybe we have actually met your friend."

"Really, that's great!" The young man took the man's hand on his shoulder through his sleeves and said sincerely, "My friend's sleeping position is not very good. He can fall into the sea even if he takes a nap. Taken away by the waves.”

"Ah this..." The man was so obsessed with beauty that he didn't realize that Yanyong City was thousands of miles away from the sea.

The young man continued: "I have been chasing the waves for a long time before I got here. You are so kind-hearted, are you willing to help me find my companion?"

After finishing the second half of the sentence, the young man's originally bright eyes seemed to be bewitching, tempting everyone present to say the word 'yes'.

"It's great to have so many good brothers helping!" The young man clapped his hands in disgust.

The man closest to the boy had eyes full of beauty. Before he could recover, his body had turned into flying ash and fell.

In autumn, the yellow leaves rub in the wind.

The young man raised his hand to block the sunlight shining through the cracks in the leaves. He looked at the wide river and said with a smile, "Hey, after swimming in the sea for so long, it's still more fun on the ground."

The wind stirred up waves on the water.

The boatman held the boat and whispered: "Little girl, why do you want to cross this river?"

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Even though there were no other fishing boats on the river, the boatman still said in a low voice, "The old man just looked at the girl because she was young, so he said a few words. On the other side of the river, I haven't seen anyone for many days. ”

"Huh? What happened across the river?"

"Across the river, there used to be a salt city. Every day, you can see many large ships carrying salt. But starting last month, a lot of white fog suddenly appeared in that city. I heard that the teams that went in to explore the situation were unable to enter. Come out!"

"Really?" A pair of slender hands stretched out from the cabin and opened the curtain, revealing a face with cold eyebrows. "No one came out?"

There was a flower between the girl's eyebrows. The boatman couldn't tell what kind of flower it was. It looked like it was made of gold powder dipped in water.

The boatman shook the boat pole and then continued: "That's right!" After saying that, he glanced at the foggy city gate on the other side, "Does the girl want to go to Yanyong City to find relatives? Maybe this Your relative had already gone elsewhere before the fog arose."

"I didn't get the message when I went out."

"Hey, poor guy."

The boatman was thinking about a big drama, but he didn't notice that the poor girl he thought had not eaten in front of him the whole day after getting out of the boat.

It was Yun Ci who was sitting in the cabin.

Because I discovered in Wangjiacun a few days ago that the soul-locking formation cannot be detected from above, I gave up traveling against the wind and instead rode a horse on a boat.

She raised her brow with one hand and looked into the distance. She saw that there was no so-called soul-locking formation on the river, and then she looked up at the boatman again: "The boatman just takes me to the shore near Yanyong City."

"Hey, okay."

After all, he was in this business, rowing steadily and fast, and he was even in the mood to sing a few songs for Yun Ci.

The sun shines like gold on the river.

Listening to the chants and watching the river surge, Yun Ci also felt the fun of flying with different swords.

She didn't know if it was her own misunderstanding, but it seemed like someone had cut off all the clues before her, so she always felt like she was a step behind.

When I found the Hui Shuo mushroom, it was already withered. I just learned about it after meeting the Soul Locking Formation, and things started to go wrong in Yanyong City last month.

Yun Ci's eyes fell on the other side of the river. Even this time, she had a premonition that she would return without success.

You have to find a way to break the situation.

Break this situation of being led by the nose.