The ghost-catching princess, she always pretends to be weak

The three finally left here and continued to Manling. The next half of the journey went smoothly. Although they met a few ugly-looking kid along the way, they were just waiting for the extraditers to take them away.

"Brother, the road seems to be ahead!" Zhou Lingran finally saw some hope. The two days of trekking through mountains and rivers did not exhaust him.

Wen Jiu lagged slightly behind and followed them leisurely. Hearing Zhou Lingran's voice, Wen Jiu took a few steps forward: "Finally, I'll take the usual path next time."

Ye Ziheng glanced at Zhou Lingran and Wen Jiu who looked like they had narrowly escaped death, and couldn't help but smile: "You still have too little experience. I miss you, my second senior brother, and I don't think it's a big deal to hunt ghosts in such a mountain every day."

Zhou Lingran took a long breath: "Fortunately, the master still has some conscience and let me guard Changning City."

Wen Jiu thought to himself that the capital city was pretty good.

The three of them quickened their pace and soon arrived on the road. It was already approaching dusk, and there was the sound of horses neighing not far away. Ye Ziheng stretched out his hand to stop Zhou Lingran and Wen Jiu from walking straight forward, so as not to be caught by them. hit.

Wen Jiu raised his eyes and saw the person sitting high on the horse, with his back to the setting sun. The afterglow of the setting sun seemed to be rimmed with red gold on his body. The coldness in his falcon-like eyes and the thin lips pressed together contemptuously. He picked it up and glanced disdainfully at the three people under the horse.

Ye Ziheng's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were not disturbed at all when he met the person on the horse. Wen Jiu lowered his head slightly, although he was not in the capital now.

The chill above my head disappeared in a flash, thinking that the person had already left.

"Who is that person?" Zhou Lingran looked at the figure gradually walking away.

Wen Jiu shook his head: "Xiao Shi, is there a possibility that this is our first time here? Who knows who that person is."

We finally arrived at Manling Town, and there was a different scene here.

The market here is very lively, very similar to the Western Market in Beijing, but the things sold are slightly different. The tea-ordering lady in the tea shop next to her has silver hair and wears all kinds of silver jewelry. She is dressed up like a young girl. She sings and claps her hands while hawking her own tea soup.

At this time, the dusk is setting, and the streets and alleys are filled with colorful lights. The pretty girls from southern Xinjiang are holding flower branches in their hands, running lightly on both sides of the road and smiling cleverly. The sound of silver bells is pleasant to the ears.

Ye Ziheng followed Zhou Lingran's idea and chose an inn in a busy city. Zhou Lingran beamed: "Second senior brother is still kind to me."

Wen Jiu glanced at Zhou Mingran and said, "Don't forget what we are here for."

She went into the room by herself and could finally freshen up.

Wen Jiu took off his bun and suddenly thought of something. He opened the door and called the girl who had just brought her into the room.

"What else can you do, girl?" This is the daughter of the inn proprietress. Her name is He Lan. She has a beautiful face and skin as good as snow. Her gestures and gestures are all exotic. Her speech is as clear and sweet as a silver bell.

Wen Jiu handed over some money and said sheepishly: "I see that your clothes are so beautiful, and I want to wear them. Could you please bring me one so that I can try it on too?"

Helan smiled brightly, her eyes moving: "What's here? I see that your body shape is about the same as mine, so I'll buy it for you right away."

Wen Jiu looked at his small body, and then at her exquisite figure, about the same? Isn't that quite a difference?

However, Helan behaved very much like the proprietress of this inn, she was resolute and resolute, and in just half a stick of incense, she had already taken her clothes and stood in front of him.

After washing up, Wen Jiu followed Helan's example and braided his black hair into a braid and put it on the back of his head. He put a hairpin on his head, the most commonly used silver ornaments for girls in southern Xinjiang. Helan also took some hairpins, which were also made of silver. Quality, carefully inserted into her braid.

At this time, Wen Jiu had no powder on his face, but it looked fresh and moving. His face was still a little pink after taking a bath, and it seemed that he could squeeze out water. Helan couldn't help but sigh: "The girl is so beautiful, even more beautiful than the most beautiful goddess in our Barbarian Ridge."

goddess? She seemed to have heard in Beijing that Lu Xu's visit to southern Xinjiang seemed to have something to do with this goddess.

Wen Jiu looked at the dressing mirror without changing his expression, and asked seemingly casually: "Goddess? Do you still have a goddess here?"

Helan helped Wen Jiu put on the forehead ornament: "Yes, the annual sacrifice will be held in a few days. If the girl is still there, you can also take a look."

"Only the priests can see it?"

He Lan nodded and stared at the dressing mirror intently. This forehead ornament must not be neglected at all. If it is a little crooked, it will not look good: "Few people know where the goddess is. She will only appear during sacrifices."

Wen Jiu looked at Helan's expression in the mirror and silently withdrew his eyes. It seemed that she really didn't know.

"Hey girl, here is the extra money. You should keep it." He Lan took out the remaining money from his sleeve and put it on the table.

Wen Jiu opened his mouth slightly. He didn't expect that the folk customs here were so simple, but it was a good place for outstanding people.

She stood up with a smile and put the money into Helan's hand: "I have delayed you for so long, and this is what the girl deserves."

Seeing the sincerity in Wen Jiu's eyes, Helan no longer refused: "In that case, I will accept it, thank you girl."

Her mother-in-law called her downstairs, and she ran out in a hurry. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and said, "Girl, our night market in Manling is also very lively. If you are interested, girl, you can go out for a stroll."

visit! Of course you have to go shopping! Even if she didn't go, how could Zhou Lingran let go of this opportunity.

Wen Jiu arrived late, and Ye Ziheng and Zhou Lingran had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Zhou Lingran stared at Wen for a long time, and saw that she was dressed in blue, with cloud sleeves swaying lightly, and a copper bell ringing softly on her wrist. She had a different charm than this southern Xinjiang woman.

But Zhou Lingran, a young boy who doesn't know anything about style, said: "Senior sister, what are you doing?"

Wen Jiu spun around in a circle, her skirt flowing elegantly: "Of course you do as the Romans do, unlike you, who only wear these few clothes all day long."

Zhou Lingran scratched his head: "But your appearance can't conform to the customs. You look different from them."

Ye Ziheng coughed twice: "Xiaojiu looks good in this dress, Xiaoshi, you don't need to say more."

Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows: "That's right, you are the only one who has a lot to do."

The two of them walked noisily into the busy city. The stalls on the street were full of aroma and there was an endless stream of people coming and going. Sure enough, as Helan said, even at night, the market in this barren mountain was still so lively.

Zhou Lingran’s figure was almost everywhere at every food stall. He was biting something in his mouth and holding something in his hand. Wen Jiu was holding an oil paper bag and followed him side by side with Ye Ziheng. The three of them were in rare harmony. . (End of chapter)