Ghost Net Three: Peering into Immortals [Sword Three]

Fang Lian was beaten hard.

He limped when he walked to the foot of Lianhua Peak, and passed by Shen Lingfeng's residence on the way.Since Shen Lingfeng returned to Chunyang, he has opened a alchemy room alone. It is a bit pretentious to say it, but he also has the capital of pretentiousness, which makes people speechless.

It's just that the lights in the room are now off, and it's dark, as if no one is there.

Fang Lian stopped at the door for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, I felt stupid again.What else does he want to do?Even if he has a certain right to speak in Chunyang now, does he still want to use his status as a junior to teach Shen Lingfeng a lesson?

The fate of life is inherently different, if he interferes, the future will be good or bad, maybe it will be worse than the present.If she is happy, she will stay on the mountain for the rest of her life at worst. With brothers like them around, she will never be so miserable.

After Fang Lian thought about all these things, he continued to move forward.

He'd better think about Fang Zi's matter - he wants to go down the mountain tomorrow and buy some medicinal materials while the snow stops.The disciple who bought it was always clumsy, and the medicinal materials he brought back were never what he wanted.

I can only get up early tomorrow to simmer the soup and ask my junior brother to send it to the master.Tsk, what a pity, a certain pig won't have soup tomorrow.

Shen Lingfeng has good ears.His name is not for nothing.

Just now someone passed by outside the door and stopped for a while.

It's not that there's no one in the room, it's just that he didn't turn on the lamp and was meditating with luck.

He used to live here alone, except for a young disciple who was ordered to pass a message to him occasionally, no one would come here.Many disciples even avoided him when they saw him.

Shen Lingfeng didn't care too much.Anyway, he didn't come to Chunyang to make friends.Personnel and affairs are too messy, and it will make people's hearts dirty over time.

He is obsessed with cleanliness and cannot tolerate a speck of dust all over his body.

——Until Liu Huaxin went up the mountain, his state was indeed like this.

Before she came, he was living a normal life.

After she came, he didn't seem to have had a single day of clean ears.

But the person outside just now was not Liu Huaxin.She walks lighter than most and is easy to tell.So when he helps her learn some martial arts, he will tell her that lightness kung fu is her strength, and she can improve it diligently.Chunyang disciples focus on root bones, since they have no talent in root bones, they should learn from each other's strengths to make up for their weaknesses.

She is very smart and also trains very hard. Shen Lingfeng still has some confidence in the people she brings out.He just came here for a while in a daze, and was too lazy to open the door to teach disciples.

Shen Lingfeng closed his eyes, and wanted to continue meditating, but couldn't help but start thinking about some miscellaneous things.

Looking up, the dark clouds had dispersed, and the sandalwood was drawn towards the window by the air current.

Outside the window, the withered leaves and twigs, the cold moon in a smoke cage.It was very similar to the night when he unfortunately met Liu Huaxin.

Difficult to calm down.

Shen Lingfeng didn't want to meditate any more, and came to the desk to write something, and wanted to draw something, but after drawing for a long time, he couldn't even recognize what was on the paper.

Long and soft, it looked like a piece of pork, and it was streaky.

Shen Lingfeng took a deep breath, not knowing where the breath came from, but he seemed to be holding a breath in his heart.

Blame him, blame him for not being young and ignorant four years ago, let alone showing off in the market, let alone being naive enough to help others watch the pork stall.

In fact, he was blackmailed by Liu Huaxin, which was purely a coincidence among coincidences.

Shen Lingfeng went down the mountain to visit the night market that night, and there were stalls of candied gourd figurines all over the place, none of which he was interested in.After wandering around a few times, I finally decided to try a wonton stall that looked okay, but when I stood there hesitating for a while, the owner of the pork stall next door stared at him.

The boss chopped the butcher knife on the meat case with a "bang" and looked at him with a complicated face, making people feel as if they had a feud.

"..." Shen Lingfeng remembered that he should not have had such a feud yet, and he could meet his opponent even after eating wontons.

He thought he was blocking someone's wind, so he deliberately moved to the side.

He moved a step, and the boss' eyes were fixed on him every inch he moved.

Every time Shen Lingfeng goes out, it means showing off, so in order to keep a low profile as much as possible, he comes out without a sword.But he will hide a pen in his waist and never leave it.

He and the boss looked at each other calmly.

The boss gritted his teeth and sweated profusely. From the perspective of others, it seemed that the master was trying to make a move.

In fact, Shen Lingfeng didn't know what this man was going to do. If he kept silent, he would suspect that the boss had taken a fancy to him.

"...Little brother." The boss said suddenly, "I... I seem to have eaten up my stomach, and I am anxious, can you come and help me look at the stall?"

"..." Shen Lingfeng had question marks all over his head.What did he call him just now? ? ?

What a strange encounter.

"One shot, really one shot." A tall man of eight feet acted like a baby to him, but Shen Lingfeng actually refused in his heart.

Besides, the boss still looks like Lao Wang with a monogram.

But seeing how hard he was enduring, Shen Lingfeng finally nodded silently.

It was just such a dawdling, and a calamity came.

Every time Shen Lingfeng thinks about that day, he feels a little regretful - he should do the fortune telling in advance, and most likely it will be a day that is not suitable for traveling, and it is not suitable to watch the pork stall for a butcher who looks like an old king with a monogrammed eyebrow.

He looked at the moon boredly, and the wonton stall next to him was constantly filled with white steam, enveloping the cold moon in smoke.

It's quiet.

But the tranquility didn't last long.

Shen Lingfeng stood in front of the pig's head stall, and the crowd seemed to grow out of the ground, and surrounded them with a hush, women of all ages, from girls to old women, asked the price one after another.

A purple gas spread around strangely, and the overwhelming cobweb almost covered the pork stall, which caused the crowd to scream and angrily, but the troublemaker didn't know it, "Handsome guy, how do you sell your pork? I'll order it, and when I go home, I'll braise it with rice!"

"This..." Shen Lingfeng was hesitating about the price, but before he could figure out how to solve it, there was a commotion on the street.

The crowd of spectators gathered there one after another, and then dispersed with exclamations following a flash of swords and swords.

Shen Lingfeng raised his eyes lazily, and saw a thin girl with a slender figure jumping past her eyes.It's not the kind of thinness that comes out of hunger, but the kind of leanness made by jumping up and down and mischievously, so thin that the eyes are shining.

Gee.

She doesn't know martial arts, probably just some basic skills.But the steps are very light.

The girl held a long object in her hand, which flashed in the moonlight.The light was not too dazzling, but it was captured by him.

Acacia.

The scabbard that should have been hidden in the Badao Villa in Jinan.

This girl is a thief?No, not quite like that either.

A group of servants raised their arms and shouted and followed closely behind. Their posture didn't look like servants chasing after their own lady. They were all vicious, but their uniforms were festive.

... Escaping marriage?

Shen Lingfeng has never been a fuel-efficient lamp, and once his bad tastes flare up, it will be fatal.Just like now.

He smiled playfully, touched his chin, and even hoped that the boss could squat in the hut for a while longer.

Unexpectedly, the girl led the group of tails around the street, and then went back to the front of the stall with amazing foot strength.

Shen Lingfeng was not moved by it at all, nor did he intend to help.

He has seen too much of human feelings and worldly conditions, and it is hard to say such things as fate.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

While he was watching the play, the little girl raised her head and cast a sudden glance at him.

The four eyes are intertwined, one is calm, the other is provocative, and they don't have any good intentions.

"Is the play good?" She asked him, her voice was clear, her thin cheeks were in stark contrast to the oily pork hanging on the stall.

Shen Lingfeng pondered for a while, hasn't the play started yet, how can he comment on it?

Soon, the family servants chased after them, shouting and yelling. The foolish man who took the lead advised her not to ask for trouble, because she was ignorant, and some even derogated: "My young master is a good-looking talent, he is worthy of you!" That is more than enough, being willing to marry you is a blessing you have cultivated in three lifetimes!"

"Huh?" The girl felt incredible, picked up the butcher's knife from the stall, and pointed the knife point at the crowd, "There are so many people who want to marry me, and in three lifetimes, they can go around the Naihe Bridge twenty times. How old are you?"

The servant who took the lead swallowed his saliva, probably taken aback by her boldness, "I, my young master ranks first..."

"Who the hell cares about your young master's ranking! You must be mentally ill!" The girl interrupted violently, "Your young master is not as good-looking as a pork seller, why should I marry him?"

"Pork sellers..." The servant was dumbfounded and glanced at Shen Lingfeng.

Really stunned.

Nima, what kind of fairy situation is God helping people, are all the pork sellers in Chang'an City so good-looking?Well, then his young master is really inferior...

"I'll tell you..." The girl was full of momentum, and chopped the tip of the knife towards the meat case, but the force was too weak to get stuck.

... so embarrassing.

She winked at Shen Lingfeng, winked at the kitchen knife, and looked at him maliciously.

Shen Lingfeng didn't know which tendon was wrong, but actually helped her push the butcher's knife into the chopping board again, gently and skillfully, half of it went in.

"..." The girl looked a little dumbfounded, but quickly said seriously, "I tell you! I would rather marry a pork seller today than accept a dowry from your young master! If there is a breach of oath, it will be like... like this case !"

"..."

Shen Lingfeng was right about one thing.

It's really hard to say about fate.

People who watch the theater are involved in the drama, and the current world has repeatedly tried it.

Before he could react, the girl grabbed his wrist and forcibly dragged him away. She always thought that she was very talented in running up and down the wall, but she never thought that this person was more skilled in running than her. The wind was blowing under my feet, and it didn't take long for me to cross two streets, make seven turns, avoid the crowd, and hide in a narrow alley.

Shen Lingfeng's gaze fell on her face when her chaser blew past her like a gust of wind. It was winter, her cheeks were flushed from running, revealing a youthful vitality.

"If there is a breach of oath, it is like this case?" He raised his eyebrows and laughed.She really dared to say it.

The girl let go of his wrist, and leaned against the wall with a sullen face, with an old-fashioned demeanor like an old fritter who molested good women in the street, "I didn't say who made the case, what if it was you?"

"..."

No.

Shen Lingfeng refused inwardly.

Shen Lingfeng never admits it.

The author has something to say:

A certain old fritter: "A coincidence among coincidences? Hehe, you think too much."