Legend of Shangxian

The man stood at the busiest part of the market, smiling at Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan felt that even if it wasn't in this barren mountain, since it was as prosperous as Chang'an, such a person was the most beautiful.

Dazed for a moment, the person in front of him turned into a double image, Jiang Fan shook his head, felt even more dizzy, couldn't stand upright and fell forward.He was suddenly caught by Jiang Hao by the neck, and the way the man pretended to help him was so considerate and considerate in Jiang Fan's eyes, he felt kindly and even spoke softly.

"Thank you, Xiongtai, for your generous help. May I ask where is Xiongtai's mansion? When we go back, we will send someone to deliver the bank notes."

Yuan Jiu stretched out and smiled calmly. The man in royal blue dress beside him seemed to be his personal servant. He didn't say a word at first, but just stared at Jiang Fan coldly. "Our master doesn't care about small money, so there's no need to pay it back." Yuan Jiu immediately unfolded the folding fan, "It's not enough to raise one's hand, it's right to make friends."

Jiang Fan's face blushed, how could he accept such kindness when he met by chance?Sincerely expressing that he must pay it back, the man only smiled slowly.

That servant was not a good-tempered one, so he picked up a thousand-jin spirit beast from the ground angrily and threw it on his shoulder. Humming heavily, he spewed out clouds of blue mist.The man next to him seemed unable to wait, so he took a big step and left first.

Jiang Fan touched his cheek, and felt that this person not only didn't like him, but also hated him extremely.

Jiang Fan became a Taoist since he was a child, and grew up in a Taoist temple, so he has a bit of ability to check his appearance.Back then, the pilgrims liked him for his kind face, and the master praised him for being flattering. After he was promoted to immortal, he worked up and down, and gained a lot of good reputation. Except for Jiang Hao, no one hated him so much.

Jiang Hao, in fact, Jiang Hao was not like this before.

Back then, Jiang Hao's residence was adjacent to the Taoist temple, and the two often talked through the Taoist wall.At that time, Jiang Fan was young, and the soap and foot-washing stones distributed by Guanli were often scraped by Taoist priests; when he got good things from pilgrims, he first honored them to the master, and then often hid them and gave them to Ruyi.Once he got a sachet with a jade pendant, but was snatched away by his brothers, Jiang Fan got angry and quarreled with them for a while.After Jiang Hao found out, Tete sought justice for him and beat up those two senior brothers who were much older than him.

Thinking of Jiang Hao’s sword light shrouded in fear just now, now thinking about it, some inexplicable warmth rose from the bottom of his heart, Jiang Hao was facing him, as if he couldn’t see him in trouble, he stood up to meet him after a moment of hesitation, Habits developed over hundreds of years cannot be changed.

The Jiang Hao at that time was not the Jiang Hao now, and the appearance of defending him was quite similar to this person, who seemed to dislike him because of Yuan Jiu.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but look back at Jiang Hao, and found that Jiang Hao was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and they both saw that the other party meant to trick Yuan Jiu's details.

The man in blue walked like flying against the strange beast, and didn't talk much.What Yuan Jiu wanted to say was displayed on the fan. Jiang Fan felt that he either had an unspeakable addiction or was born with a disease.

Jiang Hao looked Yuan Jiu up and down, Yuan Jiu noticed his gaze, raised his head and smiled at him, Jiang Hao ignored him silently, but nodded slightly to the entourage in front of him.Yuan Jiu folded his fan and pointed it at the man in blue, then opened it again, and the words "This is Yuan Fu, my slave" were instantly changed on it. Then he hit the man on the shoulder with the fan, as if bossing him around, Yuan Fu was not annoyed at all. , withdrew his body and stood between Jiang Fan and him, "This is not a place to talk. My master has a colorful building, which is nearby. Can you go upstairs and talk about it?"

Jiang Fan glanced at Jiang Hao, saw Jiang Hao lightly tapped the hilt of his sword, and motioned him to agree.Jiang Fan immediately beamed with joy, "Then respect is worse than obedience."

Walking along the way, the old man Zhao was nowhere to be seen, Jiang Fan had no choice but to give up temporarily even though he was worried.And the colorful building mentioned is the "Gaosheng Inn" they have seen. The walls are covered with colorful patterns, the outside of the building is unparalleled, and the inside of the building is also magnificent.Different from the lively scene heard outside, inside the building there were a lot of people drinking, and there was no one in front of the door.

Each floor is quite high, and there are fifty or sixty steps, and the steps made of black sandstone are thick and solid.The shop waiter with black eyes swayed up, several plates of pastries and a pot of tea, four people sat around under the lamp, only a couple of figures remained on the ground.

Jiang Fan praised the scenery and Yuan Jiu's taste, and made Yuan Jiu very happy. Although Jiang Fan in Yuan Jiu's eyes was a little ugly, he was the only one who could talk to the four people present, because he could talk, and he could talk. Willing to talk more with Jiang Fan.

Yuan Jiu stretched out his white robe, put the folding fan under his nose, smiled and winked at Jiang Fan, the word "Thank you" was written on the snow-white fan.The light blue clerical script is elegant, beautiful and powerful, with a faint fragrance of ink floating on it, and the last stroke of the award is obviously not dry, it looks like it has just been written.

Yuan Jiu wrote slowly, and Jiang Fan was not in a hurry. The two hit it off immediately. One talked and the other wrote.Yuan Jiu didn't hide it, saying that it was a skill passed down from his ancestors.

Yuan Jiu said that both of his parents had died since he was a child. Although his older brothers were very close to him, they just went out to make a living all the year round, and he was the only one in foster care at his uncle's house.He learned from his uncle.

Although my uncle is a rich man, it is not a long-term solution to depend on others, after all, he moved out to live alone when he got older.Yuan Jiu was afraid of the suffering of reincarnation, so he practiced his skills hard. By chance, he met an expert who taught him and then cultivated his mind and nature. Now he has been a half-immortal after 500 years of cultivation.

"Opening a good hall here and crossing the ghosts is to accumulate some merit for myself."

Jiang Fan saw that he was calm, and when Yuan Jiu asked about his name and background, he bluntly told him, "My name is Jiang Fan, and I am in Luoyang, eight hundred miles away from here." foot.

Yuan Jiu raised his eyebrows to look at Jiang Hao, "Who is this?" appeared on the folding fan

Jiang Fan was kicked suddenly by Jiang Hao just now, biting his tongue, not daring to speak the truth, he introduced with a big tongue, "This is my brother, Jiang Hao."

"Worthy of having cultivated into an immortal body, Xian Kunzhong is indeed very handsome."

Jiang Fan blushed and waved his hands again and again, "I'm not good enough." Usually, when he was self-effacing, he would add after "I can't" "My brother-in-law is the real person."

Now before Jiang Hao raised his foot again, he bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed the words back.

In the middle of Jiang Fan's words, Yuan Jiu leaned his head over, lowered his gaze to deliberately miss Jiang Fan's shame-faced face, leaned forward halfway, rubbed his lips against Jiang Fan's ear, and said a word indistinctly.

He purposely spoke vaguely, so Jiang Fan naturally struggled even more, and listened carefully, "What did you say?" Yuan Jiu burst out laughing, and Jiang Fan only felt breaths coming from his ears.Yuan Jiu dipped his finger in tea and wrote a word on the table.Looking down at the handwriting carefully, the delicate characters are like swirling flower buds, each stroke is clear, but he doesn't know it. When he reads it carefully, the word turns like a flying butterfly in different patterns. Dizzy from black to white, the people around the table became wobbly and blurry.

Jiang Fan subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Hao, but Yuan Jiu hooked his chin and went over, "What? Don't you recognize it?" Jiang Fan turned his head to look at Yuan Jiu, and the two noses touched. That breath was sucked into Yuan Jiu's mouth.

The back of Jiang Fan's neck was swollen, he wanted to raise his hand but was weak, he wanted to turn around but couldn't twist his neck, he wanted to make Jiang Hao open his mouth slightly, and his strength was sucked away again, so he couldn't make a sound at all.Yuan Jiu looked over with a smile, seeming to be so enthusiastic that there was a smile in his eyes, but sometimes there was a coldness in his eyes, which flashed out inadvertently, making people feel that there was a gust of wind in the back of his head.

Yuan Jiu made an excuse to get close to him, sucking the essence from his breath, Jiang Fan was so oppressed that he almost passed out.When his consciousness was blurred, he smelled a strong fragrance. It was the sachet worn by Yuan Jiu. Just now he was wondering why he had such a sachet with such a strong smell, but suddenly he became more cheerful. It turned out that it was to cover up his body. odor.

Jiang Fan slightly closed his eyes, sniffed hard, finally sucked in some strength, tilted his neck back, raised his nostrils, avoiding Yuan Jiu's sealing, and finally took a breath.

Just now he was blinded by the sachet and didn't pay attention, but now that he sat close for a long time, Jiang Fan could smell the faint dragon aura coming from Yuan Jiu's body.It can be seen that this person has different identities, he is not a son of a wealthy family who came to practice, he must have a background.

Before Jiang Fan could attack, Yuan Jiu stepped forward again, "Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Fan froze and held his breath.Yuan Jiu pushed a plate of mung bean cakes, "Brother Jiang, try the cakes in our building. They are specially prepared by the masters from Jiangnan." He picked up a piece and handed it to Jiang Fan's mouth. He kept smiling at Yuan Jiu, not daring to open his mouth.

Seeing Jiang Fan staring at his face, Yuan Jiu turned around shyly and half covered his nose with a folding fan. In the blink of an eye, he had already caught a glimpse of Jiang Hao's face turning livid.Yuan Fu didn't have to look at it, he knew what it would be like.

Under Yuan Jiu's gaze, Jiang Fan had no choice but to pick up the pastry and bring it to his mouth slowly. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Jiang Hao touched his elbow inadvertently, and the pastry fell to the ground with a slap, breaking into powder.

Jiang Fan let out a long breath, and looked back at Jiang Hao gratefully, but Jiang Hao gave him a hard stare.

Yuan Fu, who hadn't said a word since he went upstairs, asked sinisterly, "It seems that Jiang Daguan doesn't like pastries."

"It's not that he doesn't like food, it's that he likes beautiful women more." Jiang Hao took the conversation with a smile, leaned over and scolded Jiang Fan in a low voice, "You are a provocative person, I only know that you like Ruyi and beauty. I like it too." Jiang Fan was misunderstood inexplicably, and it was inconvenient to explain when he was wronged for a while.

I also know that Yuan Fu is not an ordinary servant. From his attitude towards Yuan Jiu and the way he instructs the people around him, it can be seen that he is ordinary.He could also sit with the three of them drinking tea, and Yuan Jiu would personally pour a cup for him from time to time, so it could be seen that he had some status.

But Jiang Fan always throws out his anger when he is bullied. Yuan Jiu couldn't figure it out, Jiang Hao didn't dare, so he had to show his prestige to this non-human and non-ghost guy, and said "uh~" with a sullen face and didn't respond.

Yuan Fu had never been neglected like this. He flew an eye dart and kicked it, but was stopped by Jiang Hao halfway to defuse it.The two were competing under the table, Yuan Jiu just held his chin and looked at Jiang Fan with a smile as if he didn't see it. "Then what do you like to eat?"

Jiang Fan deliberately sat upright and distanced himself from Yuan Jiu, "I'm not hungry yet." "Gu~" Someone's belly was like thunder.

Jiang Fan stared at Yuan Jiu with wide eyes.

Yuan Fu accepted the move, and nodded approvingly to Jiang Hao, "Jiang Tongpan really has some skills, and he must have a good fight if he has the opportunity."

It is rare for Jiang Hao to meet an equal opponent, so he is happy to agree.

Jiang Fan took the opportunity to wink at Jiang Hao, "How does he know that you are a judge?" Jiang Hao glanced at him and drank tea silently, this second son, why do you need to ask?People have already found out their details.

Jiang Fan and Yuan Jiu stared at each other, giggled, and pushed the pastry in front of Yuan Jiu, "Brother Yuan, please use it first." Yuan Jiu pouted, as if he didn't like it very much, and motioned Jiang Fan to eat first. It will take some time for his meal to be ready.

Jiang Fan looked sideways, and it really was everyone's young master who had his own meal.Thinking of the origin of the ghost market, he asked Yuan Jiu how he did good deeds to improve his cultivation.

Yuan Jiu shook his eyes, folded and unfolded the paper fan, and didn't answer for a while.

On the contrary, Yuan Fu said to Jiang Fan, "My master is born with a disease and cannot speak, so it is not appropriate to work too hard. If you have any questions about Jiang Fan, you can ask me."

Yuan Fu walked to the window facing the street by himself, and looked down, the altar below was already erected in sevens and eights. "Mr. Jiang, look. Who are the people coming and going in this market?"

Jiang Fan was taken aback, so where are people? "It's a ghost."

"Yes, it's a ghost, an unjust dead ghost."

"Is this market open every day?"

Yuan Fu laughed, "The Ghost Market in Hell is only twice a year. It's bartering. It's useless even if you don't have money. Although you come and go naked, it's useless to carry money, but it's clean. When it comes to Yincao, how many people will not suffer?"

Without waiting for an answer, Yuan Fu continued to explain, "Look, they don't have enough clothes to cover their bodies, and they don't have enough food to cover their stomachs. What they exchanged with each other were all lowly things, just to make ends meet. The ghosts lingering here are better, those who, if they are not educated and insist on going their own way, will suffer from comparison every day."

The comparison between Yang and the world refers to the plaintiff’s accusation. If the defendant claims wrongdoing, the magistrate often detains him and releases him after investigation. In comparison, the amount of the cane is variable, just to reassure the sufferer.

The comparison in the underworld is more bitter. "There is no family to donate clothes, and they are confiscated by the underworld. Every time they are caught, they are penniless and connected to ghosts. They have nothing to do, so they have to suffer. Why did they come here? Souls come and go, and for several lifetimes, I am afraid that they are the only ones who are obsessed with the grievances and grievances of the previous life, and will not give up until they see retribution."

"I know a little old man who curses his enemy every day and sees him dying alone, but after death, he will not fall into the nose. The grandparents and grandchildren must be paid for their lives. If you stay here with hatred, you still have to vent your anger." The ghost judges the Lord, money can turn the ghosts, is it a joke? Lingkoudu Sun Dafu deposits silver in the underworld to pay for his sins, it must not be a rumor? So, what happened to the old man I know? Is it less?"

"Human life is as cheap as grass. When he was born, he was lonely and helpless. After death, he was poor and destitute. How can he die willingly if he can't repay his hatred? Even if he is allowed to be reborn into a good family, how can he swallow this breath?"

"My master is merciful and will fulfill their wishes. They will naturally repay their kindness. Although they deserve this ordeal, there is a reason for everything. My master said that since he is practicing here, it is also considered to be a blessing. It is a meritorious deed. With this ghost market, they will not cause harm to the world while maintaining food and clothing. Do you think this is a great thing?"

Jiang Fan shook his head slightly with a sullen face, seemingly unable to find fault, but he disagreed. The purpose of the law is to balance. It is inevitable that some people will take advantage of loopholes, but setting up a private ghost market is against the law.This man probably doesn't know yet, but the Jiang Hao next to him is known as Jiang Tie Mian.

At this moment, the waiter came up and posted Yuan Jiu whispering, "It's time, Luoyang Zhao Zhouwen has been waiting outside for a long time." His ears couldn't help but twitched a few times, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

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