Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 777

Looking at the distant sky, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the white snow is like floating clouds. Under the sunshine, it looks even more magnificent.

However, after entering the South Martial Arts Forest, it was difficult to see such a scene again. Because of the climate, the cold winter in the Central Plains did not affect this seemingly peaceful land.

In a market in Nanwulin, vendors from all over the world are selling their goods, or holding big umbrellas at the stalls, or pushing small carts, hawking non-stop.

Dangdang Dangdang!
"Hey, the snowflakes are falling, delicious food is not expensive, hey, pass by and taste the taste!"

The knocking sound of ice cups sounded from time to time, very crisp, accompanied by a unique cry, which is also unique in this market:
"It's as much as it is given, as much as it is served, it's cold, sweet and delicious!"

The cries are long and melodious, vivid and very pleasant, making people from afar look at each other.

A man and a woman are walking slowly hand in hand on the street. The woman has white hair like snow and a fairy appearance. She wears a blue and white dress, which is flawless and glamorous; Huo's red hair doesn't look so bright, and his gestures are calm.

Lin Chongyang followed the voice and sighed: "The inheritance of this family is still alive."

Back then, when he came to Nanwulin to relax, he passed by the market and saw that shop. Although the owner has changed to a young man, the inheritance has not been broken.

"I think my husband is quite pleased about this." Ji Wuxia couldn't help but chuckled when she saw this.

Lin Chongyang nodded slightly, and said with a light smile: "Well, I'm really very pleased, and quite happy."

Without natural disasters and wars, the people would not need to seek food and clothing in troubled times.

Not everyone can be like that Yedian white noodles, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and has not been cut off even after thousands of years. That kind of situation is extremely rare in this miserable world.

The hidden danger of the Yizangyu clan was thrown back into the deep world, and the future March catastrophe, from the standpoint of the people of Nanwulin, naturally could have been avoided.

"Sugar Blower!"

"White cranes have bright wings!"

"Monkey on pole!"

The yelling continued, and not far away, there were more than ten kinds of lively animals stuck on the edge of a cart. Looking carefully, it turned out to be sugar figures.

Behind the cart, the master uses both hands to skillfully take a ventilated bamboo stick, turn it around in the boiled hot sugar pot, stick the syrup on it, pinch it up and down, blow it while blowing it, pinch the ears, eyes and limbs, and blow it into a hollow, transparent and lifelike shape. Animal shape, just for sale.

Around, a group of children were stunned and craned their necks to watch the performance.

Some children will take out copper coins, buy a sugar figure they like, rotate up and down, left and right to see enough, and finally stick out their tongues to lick.

The goods full of local characteristics are dazzling, and the aroma and smoke of different foods permeate the air, attracting people's attention.

"Go over there to see?" Lin Chongyang asked easily, turning his gaze in another direction.

Ji Wuxia followed his gaze and saw that it was a small stall selling jewelry. The owner of the stall was an old woman in her sixties, which was already considered an advanced age for ordinary people.

She didn't refuse after all: "Okay."

After paving, seeing a visitor coming, the stall owner greeted him:
"Master, do you want to buy jewelry for your wife?"

Although the pavement looks small, there are many types, such as pearl hairpins, hairpins, flower tinsel, necklaces, bracelets, etc., all kinds of styles are available, and the materials are also extremely diverse.

The most important thing is that the craftsmanship is quite good, not worse than that of the Central Plains.

"En." Lin Chongyang nodded, and then said to the people beside him, "See if you like it?"

Then he felt that the strength of the holding hand was a little stronger.

Ji Wuxia didn't have much interest in these things. You must know that the jewelry used by the two when they got married was all purchased with the help of their senior sister Mu Lingfeng. Dressing up is not as interesting as dancing swords and practicing kung fu.

She glanced down at the booth without her gaze staying on anything. This matter was still too difficult for her.

"My lord, how about this one? It's sold very well recently."

Seeing this, the stall owner took out an emerald phoenix hairpin, and spoke to the two of them.

"This one is more beautiful." Lin Chongyang shook his head lightly.

He didn't care much about the price, but since he wanted to buy it, he naturally chose the most suitable one, even if he did it on a whim.

Fingers lightly passed over the booth, and finally, they stopped on a hollowed-out moiré silver hairpin. It looked simple, and the workmanship was unambiguous, very elegant.

Lin Chongyang turned his head to look at his wife, and then turned his eyes to the booth.

"Only these two." At the same time as he spoke, he picked up two identical cloud pattern silver hairpins.

The stall owner was about to reach out his hand: "I'll help you wrap it up for Young Master."

"Don't bother the shopkeeper, how much is the total?" Lin Chongyang interrupted the stall owner.

Then, he turned around and inserted the two silver hairpins in Ji Wuxia's right hair respectively, corresponding to the two pearl hairpins on the left that helped Gao put up the bun, complementing each other.

After he finished his work, the store opened his mouth to quote the price: "17 taels of silver."

Lin Chongyang did not counter the price, but took out the broken silver and handed it over. After the money and goods were cleared, the two left the jewelry stall.

Originally, Ji Wuxia had thought about adding something to him, but with his attire, it seemed that there was nothing to add, and the idea was immediately terminated as soon as it was born.

The two strolled casually, and Lin Chongyang even bought some fine wines from Nanwulin for his wife. The crowd in front of them suddenly became crowded, and there seemed to be some teenagers crying indistinctly.

"Woo, who, kindhearted person, can you, save my sister?"

After hearing the voice, Ji Wuxia directly dragged Lin Chongyang to the source, and with their husband and wife's personalities, it's fine if they didn't encounter similar things, and if they did, they wouldn't turn a blind eye.

In the eyes, it is a pair of sisters and brothers, they are not very old, and the clothes of both of them are damaged.

The disheveled younger brother was tear-stained, and kept kowtowing to the surrounding crowd for help, with an anxious expression, repeating a few words nervously.

The girl lying behind him was the elder sister he was talking about. She was lying on the ground at this moment, covering her chest with her hand, her complexion was pale, and cold sweat kept rolling down her forehead.

Pedestrians saw this, or watched with cold eyes, or sighed helplessly.

The younger brother is stupid and the older sister is sick. For ordinary people, they are more powerless and unwilling to touch this bad luck, because most people don't want people to die in their own homes.

"Husband." Ji Wuxia withdrew her gaze and looked at the person beside her.

At this moment, the young man who seemed to be a bit stupid looked over at the position where the two were standing.

"Help, save sister..." The young man kowtowed desperately, blood flowed from his forehead, staining the stone bricks on the ground red.

This move surprised Ji Wuxia a bit. With her cultivation, she could naturally tell that it was the young man who noticed them.

"Is it the same when Master met Qicheng back then?"

Seeing this, Lin Chongyang sighed helplessly: "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)