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Although eating chicken on the street is a bit strange, but I took out all of it, and I didn't feel like eating some, as if I was a little sorry for Feng Zhangjun's "good intentions".

So Lian Zhuxian carefully spread out the oiled paper package, revealing the whole chicken wrapped inside.The pale yellow chicken was already suffocated and soft, with a tangy aroma of wine.

There was no more elegant way, so he directly reached out and tore off a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.The chicken melts in the mouth and leaves a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks.He silently praised in his heart, and then tore another piece.

But this time, as soon as he raised his head, he met Feng Zhangjun's gaze.

Yun Cang, who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, didn't say anything clearly, but his eyes seemed to reveal more.

"..."

By coincidence, Lian Zhuxian brought the chicken in his hand to him.

Feng Zhangjun looked at the slender five fingers that stretched out in front of him, and the fresh and tender chicken pinched by his fingertips.As if he didn't want to get his hands dirty, he bent down and took the chicken away with his mouth open.

"... Whoa!"

Yan Ying was biting a candied haws, turned around and saw this scene abruptly, then quickly turned her head away, and dragged Li Tianquan forward by the way.

Lian Zhuxian was even more frightened by Feng Zhangjun's sudden action, and for a long time forgot to hold back his hands, just watching Feng Zhangjun chewing the chicken slowly, and then his Adam's apple rose and fell, swallowing.

"good to eat."

When saying these two words, Feng Zhangjun looked at Lian Zhuxian again, as if he was talking about something else.

Lian Zhuxian's heart sank, and he cursed inwardly, "Invisible seduction is the worst", and then he quickly withdrew his hand, pretending to be indifferent.

-

At the end of the small street is a crossroad, and there are actually people juggling in the middle of the street.Yan Ying led the crowd to join in the fun, Lian Zhu Xian had just squeezed past when he heard a sharp eagle howling.

The onlookers around took a few steps back in horror, and saw a big brown and black bird sitting on the shoulder of the busker in the open space in the center of the circle, spreading its huge wings, showing off its might.

The busker knocked on the gong in his hand and introduced loudly to the judges that the vulture on his shoulder was the most precious treasure of the Western Region monks.

There is a custom of sky burial in the Western Regions. This vulture has been eating corpses since he was a child, and he is proficient in spirituality.This bird is already a hundred years old this year, and it can go back and forth between the sky and the human world, and it is more comfortable to come and go than the immortal disciples in the East Immortal Origin.

Speaking of this, the spectators let out a burst of harmless laughter.In addition to Lian Zhuxian and other four people, there were also a few disciples of Dong Xianyuan in yellow clothes among the crowd, they were not at all sullen, but happily listened to the busker's teasing.

Yanying also deliberately poked Li Tianquan's arm: "Look, that bird is bigger than you!"

Li Tianquan snorted and ignored him.

During the commotion, the entertainer took out a long rope with a bell, and handed one end to the vulture to hold in his mouth.Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand to signal the vulture to flap its wings and take off.

After hearing a silver bell swaying, the vulture flew high into the sky with a long rope in its mouth, and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

After the vulture disappeared, everyone's eyes were focused on the long rope standing upright.The ringing of the bell continued, and the coiled ropes on the ground continued to rise, and soon came to an end.

At this time, the busker whistled to the sky, the ringing of the bell stopped immediately, and the rope no longer went up.

The scene suddenly became weird.

The onlookers have already begun to whisper, saying that even if the vultures are circling high in the sky, the rope cannot be motionless, and the bell will not be silent, there must be some deceit.

Seeing that suspense was almost done, the busker whistled again.I only heard a bird cry from high above, and then the vulture swooped down suddenly!

The crowd of onlookers involuntarily dodged backwards, but the vulture landed on the busker's shoulder with incomparable precision.

After a short period of astonishment, everyone's eyes returned to the rope—there were no vultures in the sky, but the rope was still hanging straight in the air.

"Spells?" Lian Zhu Xian was stunned, "Didn't you say that spells are not allowed in the city?"

"This is not magic." It was Yan Ying who answered him, "This is a famous rope trick in the south of the Yangtze River, a kind of trick, similar to the vase girl and beheading."

While talking, I saw the busker walked up to the rope, grabbed the rope with both hands and began to climb up.Only the bell swayed, but after a while, the person disappeared into the night along the rope.Immediately afterwards, the rope began to rise little by little, as if a busker was pulling the rope in the sky.

Not long after, the ringing of the bell went away and the rope disappeared completely, and then big flowers fell from the sky and fell among the crowd.

The surrounding audience were amazed.However, Li Tianquan said in a terrible way: "That person just left? He didn't want his belongings, and he didn't ask for any money?"

As soon as the words fell, there was another long howl in the air—the vulture that flew away with the busker just now went back and forth.It swooped towards the crowd, carrying a small wicker basket in its paws, apparently to beg for a reward.

Everyone in the audience understood and donated generously.What was pulled out was not gold, silver and copper plates, but snow-white shells.

The vulture flew low and slowly a few times, and when it passed in front of Yan Fei, Yan Fei also took out a few shells from his purse.He was about to throw it, but suddenly he heard the vulture let out another long cry, dropped the bamboo basket, turned around and rushed towards the crowd——!

There was a wave on the ground, and the crowd of onlookers became chaotic in an instant.Lian Zhu Xian looked in the direction of the vulture's attack, and a black-cloaked man suddenly appeared among the figures.

Is it "that person"? !

My heart skipped a beat, Lian Zhu Xian had already started walking.And Feng Zhangjun beside him also followed closely behind.

As expected, the vulture was heading towards the cloaked guest, flapping a pair of huge wings, clawing at the black cloak with sharp claws.The cloaked man took two steps back, stretched out his hand to resist, and struggled to throw off the cloak, revealing his black hair.

... No, it's not the cloaked man.

It only took a moment to turn from hope to disappointment, but since he rushed up, Lian Zhuxian also grabbed the bamboo pole beside him to help drive the vulture away.

That vulture might have really become a spirit, extremely ferocious, even being besieged by several people was not timid at all.He even took the initiative to show his sharp claws and attacked the people around him indiscriminately.

Seeing Lian Zhuxian being scratched on the cheek, Feng Zhangjun couldn't stand it any longer, Feng Que unsheathed his sword with a bang, and was about to turn the vulture into hot spring distiller's chicken.Fortunately, at this moment, someone whistled loudly, finally summoning the vulture back.

The embarrassed crowd followed the prestige, and saw the busker got out of a big wooden box, stuffed the vulture into the cage in a panic, and then began to apologize to everyone.

The onlookers who were frightened by the vulture just now complained and left.Soon there were only Lian Zhu Xian and his party, and the cloaked man who was attacked first.

At this moment, Lian Zhuxian could already confirm that this person had nothing to do with the cloaked man he saw in the illusion earlier - his stature was shorter and thinner than the real cloaked man.Perhaps because of the attack just now, his black hair looked a little messy, and his delicate and delicate face was also pale.

From head to toe, no matter how you look at it, you look like a frail scholar.

The busker apologized to the scholar for a while, but the scholar coughed twice, and responded in a rather elegant and decent way: "I just came from outside, this cloak may have some evil smell on it. I am not injured, It's okay."

As he said that, he turned his eyes to Lian Zhuxian who was at the side: "This brother seems to have a lot of color on his face."

The busker hurriedly apologized to Lian Zhu Xian again and again, Lian Zhu Xian didn't take these minor injuries seriously, so he shook his head to let him not mind.

After a few words here, Yan Ying, who had been standing behind, suddenly saw the scholar's face clearly, and immediately yelled: "Little Martial Uncle?!"

The scholar followed the sound and was slightly startled when he found Yan Ying: "... Ah Ying?"

-

Yan Ying is a disciple of Dongxianyuan, logically speaking, his junior uncle should also be a member of Dongxianyuan.However, the scholar was not wearing an apricot-yellow robe, and after careful questioning, it really had nothing to do with Dong Xianyuan.

"The name of my junior uncle is Gu Yanlan, and he was my master's former junior brother." Yanying explained, "My master and master uncle used to be disciples of Biyunju. Uncle Master has stayed in Biyunju."

"Biyunju?" Lian Zhuxian thought the name was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Feng Zhangjun immediately gave him an affirmative answer: "Ye Zhenzhen's father is the sect master of Biyunju."

By the way, after the sect master let go, even the sect master's youngest daughter was cruelly thrown out of Biyunju.

Lian Zhu Xian was thinking of this, when he heard Gu Yanlan say with a smile: "Everyone rescued me just now, and you are friends of my nephew, why don't you follow me to a nearby wine shop for a drink?"

"Okay, okay!" Before Lian Zhuxian and the others had time to speak, Yan Ying immediately agreed.

So the group headed towards the restaurant at the intersection of the street. Before Lian Zhu Xian took two steps, he saw Feng Zhangjun leaning over silently and handing him a small porcelain bottle.

"I have medicine for the wound on your face."

Lian Zhuxian looked at the small porcelain bottle, the cork was plated with gold, and he thought it should be Yun Cang's holy medicine for healing.

However, he shook his head: "It's better to save some money for such a precious thing. My recovery ability is several times that of ordinary people. This small injury will disappear after a night of sleep."

With that said, a group of people had already arrived at the door of the restaurant.I saw a shop waiter standing at the door, as if his expression was troubled, he was negotiating with Gu Yanlan about something.However, when he saw Yan Ying who was traveling with him, he nodded again and again and made a gesture of "please come in".

"What's wrong?" Lian Zhu Xian went over to ask.

"It's nothing." Yanying shook her head easily, "This store has been reserved by someone, and it was no longer accepting customers. But the people of Dongxianyuan have privileges, so it doesn't matter if you go in!"

Hearing him beating the guarantee ticket loudly, everyone filed into the wine shop.I saw that the store was quite elegantly furnished, but it was empty, and there were no distinguished guests who were rumored to have reserved the place.

"Everyone should be in the courtyard!"

Yanying obviously knew something, so she led the crowd up to the private seats on the second floor.After entering the private room, I pushed open the window facing the patio, and I saw that the garden below was brightly lit.

There are about twenty or thirty guests sitting around the courtyard.Looking at the clothes, there are also several disciples of Dong Xianyuan mixed in.Judging from the movements on the table, the banquet is coming to an end after three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes.For some reason, the atmosphere at the scene didn't look warm, but rather sad.

Lian Zhu Xianzheng felt strange, suddenly heard a "ding" bell from the garden downstairs, and then all the guests and friends fell silent.

"Look over there." Yan Ying pointed out the source of the bell for them in a low voice - it was a golden man placed on a tray in the center of the main table, and on the golden tray in his hand, a few pieces of incense ash were broken and a golden bell was buried .Presumably the golden bell was originally tied to the root of the incense stick, and when the incense burnt out, it fell onto the gold plate.

The ringing of the bell was obviously urging something. At the table above, a man stood up holding a wine cup, and turned his head to face the guests.

"Xie has been in Weiyang City for 43 years. Although it is a pity that he did not achieve a small success, it is also a rare and pleasant time in his remaining life. Back then, Xie was wronged and went astray. Fortunately, two masters, Bai Zhou and Xiang Xiang, Pointing out the maze, leading me to the right path, and being taken in by the city lord Wuyong. Now that I have no worries, no grudges, no obsessions, it is time to leave here and move on.”

Having said that, he raised his wine cup and greeted his surroundings slightly: "Tonight, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and I have a good friend to see me off. Xie has no regrets. The auspicious time has come, everyone, take care."

After finishing speaking, he drank the fine wine in one gulp, broke the wine glass, turned around and walked towards the large bush of hedgehog flowers blooming in the depths of the courtyard.

Lian Zhuxian swore that he just blinked his eyes, and that person disappeared without a trace like dew on a leaf.