Aggrieved Fish Sprite

To the west is Ershan, where there are rumors of strongmen and bandits.

In fact, this mountain is not too big, and the terrain is even less complicated. It is just a patchwork of hills and hills.

In the mountainous Pingzhou, such a mountain may not even have a name, but because of the gentle terrain of Yuzhou, this mountain looks very conspicuous.

People in Yedian said that bandits once occupied Ershan in the west, but that was many years ago.

When the world is in chaos, there are bandits everywhere. It is not surprising that they gather in the mountains and forests to plunder, and they set up their lairs in the mountains.But after the world is settled down, it is not feasible to use Ershan in the west as a bandit village. In summer, the mountains are densely forested, which can still cover the body, but in winter, everything is withered, and everywhere is bare.

There are no natural dangers, no dense forests, not even larger caves.When the officers and soldiers came, they were surrounded by each other.

Ximian Ershan was abandoned by the "green forest hero".

Although there are no wild beasts in the mountains, weasels, wild foxes, and night owls are not easy to provoke, so no one enters the mountains except for woodcutters who chop wood.

However, every few months, there is a faint light of fire appearing on Ershan Mountain in the west.

When I went to see it during the day, I could only pick up some used torches in the mountains.

Ghosts don't need torches, and things like Hu Daxian and Huang Daxian don't need them either. Only humans know how to use torches.

But who would secretly gather in the mountains?So some daring young people ran into the mountains and squatted in the mountains, wanting to find out, but they were beaten by the Jianghu people, and they returned home in despair.

The common people don't know what Jianghu is. For them, other than heroes, Jianghu is a strongman bandit. Those who go to the mountain nest in the middle of the night and beat people are definitely not good people, so the saying that there are strongmen in Ximianershan has become popular again.

However, these Jianghu people just set up stalls, hawking some gadgets, and dispersed at dawn.People from the government came several times but did not see the so-called bandits. The county magistrate was furious and ordered people to beat up those idlers who spread rumors.

Now the common people are afraid to talk about this matter publicly. Some people insist that there are strong men in the mountains, while others disagree.No matter what kind of people they are, they subconsciously avoid the west mountains. They will never enter the mountains unless they have to. When they give directions to foreigners, they will say that the mountains are high and the forests are dense.

It so happened that Mo Li wanted to find an inaccessible place to sew clothes, so he rushed to Ershan in the west.

On the way, he also met Monk Yuanzhi, a traveling monk with a very high level of cultivation, he was hidden by the side, and the ink carp failed to find him in time.This made Dr. Mo vigilant, realizing that the wilderness is not safe, and one cannot casually call the gerbil by Meng Qi's name, let alone let the gerbil change into a human being if it wants to.

In any case, you have to find a hidden place that can block the prying eyes around you.

After looking for it, I saw this valley.

Surrounded by mountain walls, you can see far from the top, and the valley is relatively flat, with only a few sparse trees.

The mountain wall is covered with vines, and there are short trees growing in the gaps between the rocks, covering the caves tightly. It's a good place!Mo Li carried the gerbil into the cave on the rock wall, whatever Meng Qi could do, the fat gerbil could do anything, even without clothes.

result--

Who would have thought that there was a ghost market in this valley?

A ghost market does not refer to a market haunted by ghosts, but a market that only appears at night, sells some things that ordinary shops do not sell, and the goods traded may have questionable origins, or the goods are difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake.

Ghost markets are hard to see, which has something to do with their causes.

There must be a group of people who cannot go to the pawnshop for money in their hands, and another group of people are willing to spend money to buy it, so that a ghost market that does not see the sun can be formed.

Meng Qi looked at the cloth in his hand, and couldn't help but said, "That...doctor, shall we go down and have a look?"

It's better not to waste the fine cloth, just see if you can buy clothes.

Mo Li silently put away the needle, thread and cloth.

——Dragon veins are not omnipotent.

Whether it's the genius doctor who can help the world with the pot, or Meng Guoshi, who helped open up the prosperity of the world, they still can't make a decent dress.

Meng Qi, who had no clothes on, honestly turned into a gerbil, and let the ink carp carry it into his arms, and then the ink carp quietly slid down the stone wall with his bag on his back, and went around to another direction to sneak in. among the crowd.

From the top of the stone wall, the fire is shining brightly, but the light is not bright enough until I stand in front of the booth.

For most people, the things on the booth need to squat down and get close to their eyes to see clearly.

The people who set up the stalls are all from the rivers and lakes, and their tempers are not very good. Unlike ordinary temple fairs and markets, you can take the goods in your hands and play with them. If you touch them, you may cause trouble if you don’t buy them. So everyone looked around in silence. , do not ask the price easily.

Mo Li had a clear goal, and went directly to the stall selling the blood clothes of the disciples of the Spring Mountain School.

The stall owner was a rough middle-aged man with a messy beard and his face was blackened with furnace ashes. He was afraid of revealing his identity if he wanted to do this kind of business.

Although he was screaming hard, most of the people were watching the excitement, and none of them really lost their minds and wanted to cheat with their bloody clothes. The middle-aged man was worrying, when he suddenly saw the ink carp walking straight towards this side, his eyes widened Bright.

"This young man... no no, young master, do you want a blood coat?"

"Is there any clothes that are not stained with blood?"

The ink carp did not hide its appearance, even though it was dark at night, it was still very conspicuous when it was near the torch.

The ghost market of Jianghu people, the real famous masters basically don't come here, because the things here are rubbish in the eyes of the masters.

Naturally, the stall owner who sells blood clothes would not regard Mo Li as some kind of mysterious master. He looked Mo Li up and down, rubbed his hands and said in a low voice: "There are clean clothes, one according to your stature? Here There is also a matching waist card for the disciples of the Chunshan Sect, which adds up to a total of five taels of silver."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeves, and a sign vaguely dangled from Mo Li's eyes, and the stall owner quickly took it back.

"You don't tell, I don't tell, no one will know about it." The stall owner said with a smile.

Five taels of silver is not a small amount, this is a temporary price increase by the stall owner.

Anyone who makes Mo Li look different from those impoverished Jianghu people.

He was scheming against Mo Li, and it happened that Mo Li was also plotting against him.

Doctor Mo thought very simply, the so-called bloody clothes of the disciples of the Spring Mountain School must not be true.

Mo Li had met Song Ya, the elder of the Spring Mountain School before, and he had heard a lot about this sect.There are many disciples of the Chunshan Sect, they behave insolently and make many enemies. It was originally a good sect, but because the elders and disciples both like to engage in heresy, the poison refiner and the Gu breeder have become existences that the righteous way disdains and the devil way does not recognize.It can be said that the reputation is rotten, and the business of the stall owner is very clever.

However, the Chunshan faction is rich and powerful, and they protect their weaknesses.

The ghost market is full of ordinary people from the rivers and lakes, and the stall owners are no exception.It is impossible for him to really kill a Spring Mountain Sect disciple, and then come to sell blood clothes. This is not doing business, but seeking his own death.

The clothes are fake, and the imprints of the Chunshan School disciples on the clothes are also counterfeit.

A person who can forge the standard clothes of a large sect can make clothes no matter what!

"Please make a piece of clothing, how much?" Mo Li asked seriously.

The stall owner's eyes flickered, and he refused: "I only have the clothes of the disciples of the Chunshan School here, and they are genuine. If you don't buy them, leave."

On the surface, he sells blood clothes, but in fact, his real business is to help others pretend to be disciples of great sects to cheat food and drink.

But he was also afraid of causing trouble. The keepsakes and badges sold by other stores were all genuine products that were accidentally lost. What he was doing was long-term business, and he would set up a stall as long as there was a ghost market.If someone wears the clothes he sold and goes out to murder and set fire to the disciples of the big sect, he will be in big trouble.

"I have some fabric that I need urgently, and I don't want to sew anything else."

Mo Li said while taking out the cut fabric from the bag.

The stall owner choked when he saw it.

Of course, this is not the standard clothing of disciples of some major sect. Whose disciples wear fine cloth that costs a few taels of silver?Jinfeng Villa, the richest force on the rivers and lakes, is not so rich!

But how can anyone go to the ghost market to have people sew clothes?Can't you just find a tailor's shop?

Unless this dress is going to appear in an important place, and someone must trace the origin of this dress——

The stall owner turned seven or eight turns in his mind, thought about countless possibilities of conspiracy, and finally gritted his teeth: "My lord, you are joking, I am just a seller of blood clothes, not a tailor."

Mo Li wanted to say more, but suddenly felt the gerbil in his arms patting his heart with its paw.

The gerbil is very helpless, it is an idea to hire someone to make clothes, but this is a ghost market!The things sold either have a problem with their origins, or they cannot see the light!

Taking advantage of the night, the gerbil poked its head out quietly, then arched its body, pointing the direction to the ink carp.

The ink carp didn't understand what the gerbil meant at first, and it made it furry and itchy. Fortunately, in his eyes, night was no different from daytime. He just looked around and saw several sets of clothes on a stall in the distance.

The stall owner didn't shout, so the ink carp didn't pay attention at first.

Now with Fat Mouse's instruction, Mo Li raised his feet and walked over there.

Unlike the stall owner selling bloody clothes who has no business, there are people bargaining with the stall owner one after another.

The trading in the ghost market is very special. Prices are not discussed openly, and everyone whispers or gestures in a low voice, and no one can see it except the stall owner and the buyer.Those who know how to do it can buy things at a reasonable price, and those who don't know will be blackmailed severely.

The clothes on the stalls are very mixed. There are silk gowns of foreign style for wealthy family members, Suzhou embroidered brocade satin that princes and brothers like to wear, and even low-grade official robes with various hats and boots. Old and new, they are piled together in complete sets.

These days a shop that sells clothes does not sell hats, and a shop that sells hats never sells boots.

People of what status wear what hats, and even the shops that sell them are different. If an ordinary person wants to pretend to be a famous scholar, it is extremely difficult to buy the formal clothes for seeing an official.But if you get it, it means great convenience.

After Mo Li understood what was going on, he immediately put aside those half-worn clothes of suspicious origin, and only looked at the brand new clothes that had never been washed.

There are very few such clothes, and they are not a complete set. They are either ugly in tattoos or in strange colors, like ready-made clothes that cannot be sold in shops, and they have been scoured by people.

——Ordinary bright clothing materials will fade in three to five years even if they are not put into the water. They cannot be hoarded for a long time. It is not surprising that they end up in ghost markets.

Having said that, but these are too surprising.

Ink carp struggled to find its way between an officer's coat whose color seemed to overturn a jar of sauce, a white robe with colorful toads embroidered on its chest, a blinding turquoise satin embroidered with pink peaches, and a dyed toad. Make a choice in the bright red clothes.

I especially want to take the fat mouse out and let it choose by itself with its paws.

Gerbil: "..."

Gerbils don't want to choose either.

The gerbil watched helplessly as Doctor Mo took the bright red robe to bargain with the stall owner.

Yanhong is commonly known as colorful, extremely bright.

Meng Qi couldn't understand why some men would use this color of fabric to make robes.

Moreover, the cloth of this robe was not dyed properly when it was in the dyeing workshop, and the color was uneven, which might not be obvious at first, but as the material was stored for a long time, some of the bright red faded to pink.

Meng Qi wants to emphasize that in the eyes of others, the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty is already 87 years old.

How can an 87-year-old national teacher wear such a robe!

However, glancing at the officer's robes and colorful toad robes on the booth, as well as the red and green clothes that looked like a dude, the fat mouse silently lowered his head, looked at the short paws, and wished he hadn't learned how to sew clothes early.

The stall owner unexpectedly gave a fair price, and he wanted to sell the dress after seeing it.

He took Mo Li's money, and even complimented him in a good mood: "Young master is a good-looking talent, and he has a good eye."

Fat Rat couldn't tell.

The ink carp was thoughtful.

"Does the young master buy a knife? A good knife is not damaged at all."

The people at the stall next to it immediately came over to solicit business, probably because they saw that the ink carp was not like the old fritters in the rivers and lakes. They bought such ugly clothes without bargaining with the stall owner, and just gave the money (the others couldn't see how much they gave, they only saw whether it was there or not. You come to me to negotiate the price), especially like being taken advantage of.

"No, buy my sword. This is a good product stolen by Kong Kongmen, and it is inlaid with pearls."

Another stall owner selling weapons couldn't hold back any longer, and jumped out and said, "What kind of knife is that? It's probably picked up from a pile of corpses. It's very unlucky! There was a fight between the Four Gangs and the Twelve Club yesterday. Saw him."

"Nonsense, this is the weapon I replaced. I got a better knife a while ago, so I don't need this one anymore."

"Heh, how dare you say it's not damaged with a rolled knife?"

"You are a bad rule! The ghost market is willing to buy wishes, and willing to fight for wishes, which one is too much?"

Cursing and cursing, the two simply copied the swords they sold and started fighting.

Immediately, someone applauded and gathered around to watch the fun.

Mo Li took advantage of the chaos to escape, quietly returned to the cave, and put the fat mouse on the bright red robe.

"Put on."

Concise and concise.

The gerbil opened its black eyes, tiptoed its hind limbs, and stretched out its claws to catch the luggage.

Want to keep sewing.