Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 279: Meeting an old friend at the ghost market, being sold after making an oath

There were two ghost fire lanterns floating in the air, emitting a dim green light, which sent everyone out of the tightly closed door of Youluo Ghost Inn. They stayed outside the door for a moment, one on the left and one on the right, before disappearing.

"Let's split up into two groups. The three of you go shopping first and buy the necessary items. Xianfeng and I have an appointment with a friend. We'll contact each other after we're done."

Xu Yuanchang added another reminder: "Don't get separated from Qiuyan, and don't buy things randomly."

His eyes turned to his nephew, the meaning was self-evident.

Xu Shengtian smiled and said to Gu Yunzhu: "I'm talking to you, Junior Sister. Don't stray far from me. The world outside is very dangerous."

Gu Yunzhu smiled without saying anything. After recovering most of her memories, she became a little silent and not as lively as before.

Bian Qiuyan smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Junior Master, I will keep a close eye on them both."

Liu Xianfeng pulled Gu Yunzhu to the dark path ahead and teased, "Danwa, you're getting too close to Sister Yunzhu. That's dangerous."

"Don't call me Danwa. Call me by my full name, 'Shengtian'."

"Got it, Eggman."

They walked laughingly onto the busy avenue where ghosts were coming and going. As the ghost market was coming to an end, the street became more and more lively.

Xu Yuanchang, who was walking in front, suddenly saw an old man in the ghost crowd, wearing a half-worn Confucian robe, with a book box on his back for studying. He had white hair and beard, and there was no faint black aura covering his body. He was open and honest, standing out from the crowd.

The two men's eyes met across the dark sky more than ten feet away, and they smiled at each other.

"Mr. Kou!"

"Source Chief."

Meeting old friends in a foreign land is a great blessing in life.

They met in an open space beside the street. Xu Yuanchang introduced the people behind him, exchanged pleasantries, and asked, "Mr. Kou, where are you traveling to now? It seems that you are not in Dingzhou."

He looked at the old man who exuded a hint of Confucianism, and could not understand the old man's cultivation level.

When he was in Xiyuan, he went to Quzefeng Academy to inquire about the whereabouts of Mr. Kou, but did not get any useful information.

The stern old scholar looked gentle, glanced at Gu Yunzhu who was chatting with the little tree spirit, and laughed, "Last time in Juzhou, I was lucky enough to see the opening of the ghost market. I was so excited that I went into another mountain passage when the ghost market ended. I ended up in a place called 'Manyuan Realm' and I'm only back now."

He spoke lightly, saying that the dangers and experiences involved were like drinking the water, only the person who drinks it knows whether it is hot or cold.

Xu Yuanchang was full of admiration for the old man's free and easy attitude.

Being free from all worries is beyond his reach.

He didn't dare run around randomly, for fear that he might not be able to come back.

When Gu Yunzhu heard the words "Manyuan Realm", he turned around and glanced at the seemingly ordinary old man.

She had traveled to that place for a hundred years before. The barbarians, demons and humans were the three major races, and the human race was in a weak position. There were constant fighting and killing, and there was almost no pure land. I wonder if the situation has changed now?

"Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, you have traveled countless thousands of miles. Are you going back to Dingzhou this time?"

"No, no, it's a rare opportunity to go to other lower realms so conveniently. I want to see more of the scenery outside so that I can live up to my cultivation in this life."

After the old man refused, he invited him warmly: "I have already found out where the passage to the 'Fushan Realm' is. If you have time, how about going on a journey together?"

Xu Yuanchang thought for a moment, and then heard Bian Qiuyan's voice.

"Master Junior, let's go back to Dingzhou. 'Things are more valuable away from home, and people are worth less away from home.' The risks are unpredictable, so it's better not to go."

Liu Xianfeng was afraid that the young master would follow the old man to other lower realms, so she quickly said, "Old sir, we, a few uneducated young women, are a burden on the road and would spoil your fun."

She would rather face the battle of the dark world than gamble on the unknown danger.

With little accomplishment, embarking on a cross-border journey is almost a losing proposition with no return.

She really didn't like the feeling of being rootless and drifting around without a home.

Xu Shengtian really wanted to follow his junior sister on her journey around the world, but seeing that she had no interest, he kept silent.

Mr. Kou laughed. He originally wanted to invite Xu Yuanchang alone, not to take a group of people to explore Fushan Realm. More people means bigger targets, more troubles, and then he changed the subject and said, "Yuanchang's cultivation has greatly increased, and his realm has achieved a breakthrough. Congratulations, I will write a piece of ink calligraphy as a gift."

Xu Yuanchang was able to understand the elegant meaning of a piece by just listening to the sound of the strings, and Mr. Kou wanted to test his ability in writing the word "illusion".

"We are all blessed with this. Please come in, Mr. Kou."

In front of the calligrapher, he only has one character that he can show off.

The group walked towards a black pavilion on the street nearby, and several little ghosts hurriedly floated away from the pavilion to make room for it.

Mr. Kou took out paper and pen and placed them on the table. Xu Yuanchang dripped water and ground ink, just like when he was studying literature with the old gentleman in the academy. In fact, what he learned best was the "artistic conception" of writing, which he accumulated bit by bit through learning from the old gentleman.

When the thick ink was ready, Kou Xueqian picked up the brush and wrote a line of ancient divine script with great vigor and vitality:

"One hundred generations of mortals, one's life is to be divine."

Except for Gu Yunzhu, Xu Yuanchang and the others were like reading a book written in heaven and didn't understand.

Xu Yuanchang looked at the flourishing handwriting and said with a smile, "Old sir, did you learn this writing from the Barbarian World? The style is strong and the writing is excellent, but it's a pity that we don't know how to appreciate it."

"Look at the words as you look at the person. Don't be obsessed with the words themselves. It's your turn."

Kou Xueqian moved the ink words aside in the air and handed the pen to Xu Yuanchang.

"Let's show our ugliness, let's show our ugliness!"

Xu Yuanchang picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, then smeared it with his hands. After a while, he "wrote" a dense and slightly light-colored mass. He put down the brush and looked at his abstract graffiti work with a satisfied look on his face.

"Like a fantasy or reality, like fog or wind, what a great word! So many variations!"

Mr. Kou praised it highly, put away the word "illusion" with unique artistic conception, waved his hand and left.

Xu Yuanchang watched the old man's back disappear into the dark street in the distance, then retracted his gaze. He couldn't imagine how the old man could have made such rapid progress in his cultivation and artistic conception in just over ten years after he completed the "Bai Fan Tu", reaching a level of at least four stories high.

He rolled up the calligraphy left by Mr. Kou and put it into his storage bag, then said, "You guys go shopping. Xianfeng and I will walk ahead."

Bian Qiuyan took the two of them towards a nearby shop.

"Senior Sister Bian, that old man seems quite powerful. Can you tell if he is at the fourth or fifth floor?"

Xu Shengtian curiously sent a message to inquire.

"I can't tell. He is a hermit, extraordinary and otherworldly, beyond our comprehension."

Bian Qiuyan replied by voice transmission and walked into the shop door.

Before Gu Yunzhu entered the room, she glanced back at the street in the distance. The words seemed to be written deliberately for her to see, and there was no sign of divine power on the old man.

The weird, mysterious old man is incomprehensible.

Xu Yuanchang and Liu Xianfeng were walking towards a black pavilion at the next intersection when a dark shadow came towards them.

"Friend Xu, my king has come as promised and will wait for you in the ghost market for two days. Please come this way!"

The shadow transformed into a blurry figure, reaching out to lead the way.

Xu Yuanchang asked: "What is your king's surname?"

"Your Majesty's surname is Chang, please!"

"Thank you for your hard work, fellow Daoist. Please come in!" Xu Yuanchang and Liu Xianfeng followed the ghost into a wine shop on the side of the road and pushed the door open to go into the inner room.

Under the bright lights, the tall and burly Chang Wuhui, wearing a black cloak, sat at the main seat and drank by himself. He raised his hand and beckoned, "Come and sit down. Little girl, just order whatever you like."

There was a ghost guarding outside, and the door closed by itself.

After the two of them sat down, Chang Wuhui, who had a square face, wide mouth and a beard, looked at Xu Yuanchang and joked, "You are a rich man now. You can easily spend millions to train in the Ghost Stack. I am poor, and I am hated."

Xu Yuanchang chuckled and said, "Before I came in, I just dealt with Wei Yu, so I have a little extra money on hand."

Wei Yu once negotiated a deal with Zeng and Chang using half of the treasure house and the command plate as bargaining chips.

However, his plan was ruined, forcing the two to make a choice.

He will narrate the story of finding the descendants of the Chang family of Zhushan, the dark world about to open, and being ordered to kill Wei Yu.

In order to avoid disaster, the descendants of the Chang family changed their surname to Zhu. At that time, a friend named Moro helped preserve a branch of the descendants and told all the details to Chang Wuhui who was listening.

"The gate to the Dark Realm is open, and catastrophe is coming. No wonder you are spending a lot of money to enter the secret realm of the Ghost Realm to practice, and you are in a hurry to break through and advance in a short time... This time the catastrophe is at least 150 years earlier. Is there still no sixth-floor master in Dingzhou?"

Chang Wuhui could understand Xu Xiaozi's approach of improving his cultivation at all costs.

Troubled times are approaching, and it is time for military strategists to shine.

He felt sorry for the war hundreds of years ago, which had damaged Dingzhou's vitality and consumed too many resources.

"So far, I haven't heard of anyone advancing to the sixth floor."

"It's fate and time. Dingzhou is facing this disaster. It must be very difficult in the early stage. Zhu Zongshan has just been promoted to the third floor. He has not had 10 to 20 years of experience in leading troops in the battlefield. His military spirit is not concentrated, so he can't be of great use."

Chang Wuhui sighed that he was born at the wrong time.

If it were him, with the fifth-level cultivation, he could command thousands of troops and sweep away all the black spirits and monsters from the sixth-level. He could use the battlefield to sharpen the spirits of his soldiers and achieve the sixth-level cultivation of a military strategist.

Being forced to walk another ghost path like now was something he really didn't want.

He took out a piece of black ghost jade, held it in his palm for a moment, then handed the newly refined Impermanence Token and a black storage bag to Xu Yuanchang, and asked him to give them to Zhu Zongshan.

I drank a bowl of the unique ghost wine with Xu Yuanchang, which was cold in nature and refreshing to the bone.

With Xu Yuanchang's current level of cultivation, it is just right for him to enjoy it and increase his soul power.

Little Tree Mei has no appetite and can only drink tea instead of wine.

Xu Yuanchang told Chang Wuhui about the feud between the ghost general Shanzui and Lady Cang, and that there was a fifth-level ghost general in the ghost market who was targeting his nephew.

Chang Wuhui pondered for a moment and said, "Suppress the Mountain Ghost General for the time being. Don't release him or hand him over. We'll talk about it a hundred years later. As for that Lady Cang, you will complete the deal with her later and get the blackmailed resources. I will contact her and have a chat."

He is currently extremely short of subordinates who can act independently.

Madam Cang has plotted against Xu time and again, and now that he has caught her with a fatal handle, how can she not make good use of it?
In the ghost world, you can’t stand firm without a ruthless heart.

Playing tricks and schemes is exactly what he, a former military monk, is good at.

"Before the market closes tomorrow, I'll take you to the entrance of the passage. Let's see who dares to stop us."

"Thank you for your kindness, brother."

"Show some sincerity, kid. Stop talking nonsense."

"Haha, the weather in Ghost Market is nice tonight."

After staying for half an hour, Xu Yuanchang and Liu Xianfeng walked out of the wine shop and found the pavilion where they had agreed to meet.

Madam Cang had been waiting for a long time, and no ghost dared to come near.

After taking a few glances at the seated human Taoist priest, she realized that in just a few days, the Taoist priest had already advanced to the fourth level. Madam Cang no longer had the urge to take action, and she simply agreed with Xu Yuanchang on the way to swear an oath.

The two sides swore an oath to heaven based on the relatively loose ancient human-ghost contract and reached a deal to detain the mountain ghost for a hundred years.

The specific details are in accordance with what was discussed a few days ago.

Xu Yuanchang received a bag of third- and fourth-level materials, and left with his guest Liu Xianfeng.

Madam Cang watched the two people disappear into the street. She stood up and was about to leave the pavilion when a ghostly figure suddenly appeared.

"Madam Cang, my king invites you!"

"Go away, don't block the way, let your king come and invite you personally."

Black air surged out of Lady Cang's body, and the next moment she was on the street more than ten feet away. She suspected that the other party was a subordinate of other ghost generals of Banruo Mountain, and wanted to plot against her.

After returning, she decided to stay in the territory of the Mountain Ghost General to practice in peace and quiet, and rarely go out.

The other party can't just force their way in without any reason and leave evidence that will be criticized by other ghost generals.

"Madam Cang, wait a moment. Please read the invitation from my king and then decide whether to go or not. I will never stop you."

The ghost shadow blocked Madam Cang's way again, and a scorpion tail was faintly swaying, ready to strike.

The powerful aura fluctuations of the two fourth-level ghost cultivators cleared an area of ​​dozens of feet.

Madam Cang laughed angrily, did she really think she was scared?

She was the inspector of the Ghost Market, and if she made a scene, the other party would be in big trouble. A wisp of ghost energy wrapped around a black ghost tablet thrown by the other party, but the contents inside made her tremble with anger, and she was shocked and frightened.

"Asshole... How dare you bully me like this!"

Madam Cang never expected that the human Taoist priest who had just sworn an oath with her would take the benefits and then sell her out.

She betrayed the secret of the Mountain Ghost General and suddenly appeared in the ghost tablet.

She was only thinking about stopping the mountain ghost general from returning to the ghost world. She took many precautions, but one loophole led to another, and she didn't anticipate her own loophole.

That kid is so unscrupulous. Isn't he worried that she will be in trouble and reveal his plan to suppress the Mountain Ghost General to Ban Ruoshan, so that he can't leave the Ghost Market?
"My king wants to invite you to go to the reincarnation ghost world and serve Liuquan Mountain and Guzhu Mountain. If Madam Cang has any misunderstandings, you can discuss it with my king in person."

The ghost sent a warning through voice transmission.

Every step is carried out according to the king's instructions.

"Liuquan Mountain in the Reincarnation Ghost Realm...isn't it Puming Ghost Realm?"

It took Madam Cang a long while to come back to her senses from her fear. She crushed the ghost tablet and had made up her mind. She said, "Please lead the way. I will talk to your king."

In the ghost market, she was not worried about being ambushed and captured by the other party. If they wanted her to surrender and serve, they would put the conditions on the table for negotiation.

I walked into a wine shop on the side of a small road and saw a shadowy ghost general with an extremely oppressive feeling in the side room.

Outsiders had no idea what they talked about. Half an hour later, Madam Cang walked out of the wine shop, bowed and said goodbye to the scorpion-tailed ghost that had been sent to the eaves. There was a hint of joy in the ghost fire in her eyes.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

It might not be a bad idea to change to a new master who is about to break through and be promoted.

They are all fellow villagers from Dingzhou who came to the ghost world. They even talked about a common acquaintance from eight hundred years ago. It can be considered as fate.

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(End of this chapter)