I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"There are not many people at the moment, you can find a place to wait, or you can go for a walk first, from here down, it's only three or four miles to the end." Wu Xia said to him, "While taking advantage of There is no one now, I want to set up a stall to deal with these things first, and when there are too many people, I am afraid that if I meet someone who can recognize it, I will give you a share of the money after selling it."

"Then I'll go for a walk."

"OK!"

Wu Xia casually found an empty seat, took out the sword she picked up yesterday from her horse, and swung it on the spot.

There was a tall and thin man covering his face beside him, and he made a sullen voice: "My lady, it's not you who are usually here..."

"Shut up! You! Fart! Things!"

Wu Xia paused every word, and her cold eyes made the man shut up.

The Taoist smiled when he saw this, it was the woman who was showing him the rules of the place.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl next to him, and the Taoist stepped forward, and the cries of Nvxia Wu came from behind him:

"Swords and swords...

"The best Taoquan sword...

"Tanxi Sword..."

A sour-smelling man next to him blew on the torch with a whistling sound, and with the sparks lighting up a bean-sized flame, he lit the oil lamp. He held the oil lamp and looked at the Taoist walking in front of him, and waited for the Taoist to leave. When it was time, he had already sat down cross-legged, and the oil lamp was placed in front of his booth.

Looking through the dim light, they are precious vessels.

With a strong sense of death, most of them are funeral objects.

The Taoist withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

The cries of the heroine behind her were also far away.

Walking along the way, I don't know how many people I passed by. In this ghost market, only a small part of them are warriors, and there are more people of all kinds. There are very few people who show their faces as clearly as the Taoist and the girl. Most people can only see a pair of eyes.

Some people muttered to themselves, talking about the inside story of the palace, court disputes, and their words were things that outsiders dare not say easily.

The Taoist looked at them, and they also looked at the Taoist.

Taoists don't care about them, and they don't ask people.

It was still early, and there were few vendors and customers. Taking advantage of the desertedness, I happened to take a look at this seam.

The stone walls on both sides of the ground fissure are natural, rough or flat, and the texture of the stone layers may be deep or shallow, as if they were naturally cracked. However, if there is a great power to tear open the earth with great supernatural powers, the two sides of the cracked gap will look like this, so it is impossible to judge whether the rumors are true or not.

On the contrary, the stone walls on both sides are so interesting.

This ground seam is deep and long outside the city, and there are countless branches between the main seams, and it is next to the capital. Except for noon, the sun can't reach the bottom at other times, so it is natural that refugees and beggars are illegal The hideouts of wanted criminals and even demons and goblins.

There are traces of them everywhere.

Looking at the stone walls on both sides, all kinds of graffiti have been left on the places that can be depicted.

There are both murals and texts.

There are also irregular lines.

Judging from the traces, some are left by hard objects such as stones, and some are carved by sharp objects such as swords and daggers.

The Taoist held a lantern and looked closely at it with a pestle.

Some murals are very simple, they are drawn with the simplest lines and have the purest and original emotions. Some of the murals are very exquisite, engraved with various animals, plants, human gods and Buddha statues. It can be seen that the author has quite high attainments in sculpture and painting, and I don't know how such people end up here.

Some are peaceful and peaceful, while others are distorted and wanton.

Others are just scribbles.

The engraved characters are even more complicated.

Just speaking of handwriting, you can find it here, from the ugly to the dignified.

But looking at the content, there are simple and peaceful narratives, such as who, what year, what month, what happened, and what circumstances they wrote this line of words. There are also cursing, scolding parents, enemies, and stupid officials. Corresponding to it are all kinds of curse words, which are extremely filthy. There are also questions, asking God, asking the court, asking yourself why you are here.

If you pray sincerely, want to get rid of embarrassment, or think that there is no cure for the serious sin, pray for the forgiveness of the gods, and pray that your family will not be harmed.

There are even poems and articles, many of which are well written.

Before the ghost market was formed, the people who wandered here were either destitute and had nowhere to live, or they wanted to avoid something. In the darkness, the two stone walls carried their thoughts, emotions and hopes.

The Taoist sometimes lifted the lanterns and sometimes put them on the ground, looking over one by one, as if he could see them at that time.

Years and time are all saved in it.

Looking at it, it is quite emotional.

Isn't this a kind of practice?

Think about how many years later, if this place is still there, it will become a landscape.

It’s just that I don’t know if the text on these murals is still there, whether they can still be seen clearly, and whether future generations can know its age, so as to get a glimpse of the people who lived here in the first place.

The little girl next to him didn't know what he was looking at, and just followed him for a while, then lost interest. But she also has her own way of playing. There are scattered small stalls on the roadside. From time to time, there will be something that can arouse her interest. She will walk over, squat down to look at it, and when the Taoist is gone, she will immediately catch up. .

Until the time got later and later, the place became more and more lively.

All kinds of people gather here.

The grottoes dug out on both sides of the ground fissure were occupied one after another, and those who installed wooden doors opened their doors one after another. Either light up lanterns and candles, or light oil lamps, there are many lights on this seam for a while, and these people also occupy most of the positions beside the stone wall, it will be much more difficult for Taoists to get a closer look.

"Mistress Sanhua."

The Taoist turned to look at the little girl.

Mistress Sanhua squatted in front of a small stall again, she looked very small.

What's interesting is that even a girl who is obviously only a few years old can clearly see innocence and curiosity on her face, these street vendors never drive her away, at most they just stare at her, not knowing what to think.

Only this time it's different.

The vendor in front of Empress Sanhua was a particularly short person, and the stall was only a piece of cloth, with some small gadgets stolen from the tomb. Mistress Sanhua didn't stare at the stall, but stared at the stall owner, who shivered under her gaze and didn't dare to look at her.

"Mistress Sanhua."

The Taoist walked over and called out again.

The little girl looked up at him, then stood up and followed him back, turning her head three times a step.

"Meet the mouse again."

"I've said it all, don't keep staring at people like this."

"Mistress Sanhua is just watching."

"But Mistress Sanhua is a cat god with unrivaled power. Now that she has learned to read characters, she has divine power on top of her power. Mice are naturally timid and afraid of cats. Mistress Sanhua will scare people."

"Is your word recognition so good?"

"Of course." The Taoist whispered, "Look at this world, aren't all the powerful people who can read?"

"Yes!"

Rats are clever by nature, there are many of them, and many of them have attained enlightenment, so it is not uncommon to meet them.

It's just that the ghosts here are more than that.

After walking a few steps, he saw a tall figure approaching with a horse, covering his face with a cloth.

"How was your shopping?"

"It's interesting."

"Are you still shopping?"

"nature."

"Then let's go."

"Woman sold well?"

"Cheap sale."

As Wu Xia spoke, she took out a few pieces of silver from her bosom, about ten taels in size, and called out to Miss Sanhua.

"hey-hey……"

The woman couldn't help grinning.

The Taoist didn't say anything.

A high-quality sword is very complicated in craftsmanship, not counting other added value, and a high-quality sword will cost at least a few thousand dollars. If it is as yelled by Wu Xia, the one produced by Taoquan Tanxi will be more expensive. In many cases, the most expensive possession of a martial artist is the weapon in his hand.

However, the weapons in the hands of those Jianghu people should have traces of use to some extent, they are not brand new, and there are some problems.

This time around, there will be more people.

There are both humans and ghosts.

The funny thing is that most of the people who come and go don’t want to show their true colors. Many of them wear cloaks and hoods, and the only face that is exposed on their bodies is also covered with a hideous and terrifying ghost mask, so as to pretend to be themselves. They have a vicious look, but the real ghosts try their best to pretend to be human.

fun fun...

The Taoist was carrying a lantern, but he didn't cover his face. He carried a half-length casket on his back, and led an extremely beautiful girl. Walking on the road, he would attract many people's attention.

"There are basically only a few kinds of things that are sold here. One is obtained illegally, either by stealing or kidnapping, or through corruption and bribery. The other is things that are not allowed to be sold in the city or are not easy to sell. For example, every execution The human blood shed after the beheading, such as the banned books of the court, such as the news from the court.” Wu Xia still explained to him as she walked, “There are also things related to demons and ghosts. False, you have to be easy to identify."

The Taoist listened carefully and watched carefully.

I just strolled all the way down, and I didn't buy much, it just seemed to be a strange thing to visit.

It's the same as buying it.

It was two taels of herbal medicine bought from a medicine seller.

The medicine seller said that it was the grass of the king of men, because the grass had five leaves, and the five leaves gathered into a circle, and the pattern on the circle was just like a human face. Where the grass grows, no grass will grow, and it will not dry up for many days after picking it off. Based on this, the medicine seller said that this herb has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon from all the spiritual powers of the surrounding world. Using it to make alchemy and decoct medicine can make people strong, youthful, and immune to evil.

In fact, he doesn't know himself.

Just seeing the magic of this medicine, I picked it and wanted to sell it to those who knew it. Seeing Song You asking him, he made up something.

In fact, the name of this grass is ghost face grass, and it only grows in places where a large number of ghosts and ghosts haunt, and there is no soil for it to grow in the normal world. It is said that there was once a peerless ghost king in the north, who turned all the people in a city into ghosts. At that time, under the influence of ghosts and Yin Qi, the grass and trees withered for dozens of miles, all of which grew this grass.

Changjing is so peaceful, where did the ghost face grass come from?

Song You wanted to answer his curiosity and ask about the location, but the drug seller would not reveal it so easily.

In the end, the heroine threatened and lured her, and the Taoist explained the reason, so he agreed to tell him if he bought it. In the end, the Taoist bought it, and he only gave a general direction.

It is Yeshan in Fengzhou, and Changjing is nearly a thousand miles south.

Toyosu produces ginseng. Before he went to harvest ginseng, he came across this herb by chance.

This surprised the Taoist.

If it is nearly a thousand miles to the north, it is acceptable, because although it has not yet reached the border, it is already considered the north. I heard that after the war in the north, there are ten rooms and nine empty houses, bandits are rampant, and ghosts often appear.

The south tends to be peaceful and prosperous.

I don't know what's the secret...