"But this is only temporary," said the hawker selling sugar on the street. "When the winter goes west, the road will be difficult to walk, so many caravans are coming back in the spring of next year, waiting for the winter, there are more people here."
He is a Han Chinese. After more than a decade ago, he followed a merchant team and met a Tuyu girl. From then on, he settled into a married life.
Shen Qiao seemed to have a kind of natural affinity, it was like a spring breeze, he felt comfortable, just before Yan Wushi stood in front of the sugar seller for a while, the hawker did not talk to him, Shen Qiao came from behind, only asked a sentence or two, the hawker chatted with him with a look of "others know what he was doing."
"In fact, there are many Han people in this city. Even the aristocrats of Tuyuhun have spoken Chinese and Hanshang, but they are only in the Western Regions. The ordinary people are not willing to leave their homes."
Shen Qiao smiled and said: "As a matter of fact, your wife must be very beautiful and virtuous, in order to stay with you. And whe I listen to you, you must be a scholar who has read many books, but you are willing to stay for her for a long time. Here, this couple is really enviable!"
The hawker was praised by him, with a look of embarrassment and pride, scratching his head: "Thank you for your compliments, I have been studying for a few years since I was young, and I can’t say that I am a student! You just came here. Is it a rush to follow the caravan back for the winter?"
Shen Qiao: "We traveled all the way, went west for a while, but it got colder. We didn't dare to go on and came back. We heard that there was a problem in the days before Wangcheng. Now it must be over?"
Hawker: "I haven't been there anymore, people scattered, but this year is also lively. There are a lot of people who are fighting each other. I am selling sugar here, and i don't have any other business. Instead, from time to time, this street was filled with chaos from time to time, it scared me, causing me to hurry home and hide for a few days!"
Shen Qiao: "So, in the city, now half of people are gone?"
Hawker: "No, Xiaolong will close soon, it has already gone cold. You look at those inns, it was originally overcrowded. Now things are bad so, the price went down and people are dissatisfied! But, I heard that Qi Guo was destroyed by Zhou Guo. Maybe there will be fewer caravans in the westbound next year!"
Shen Qiao originally worried that the news of Yan Wushi being alive would have spread and his life would be in danger but he did not expect that they had left Changan for a few months, and such a big event had happened.
Yan Wushi wore a scarf on his head, blocking his expression and making people unable to see his face clearly.
Shen Qiao: "Is Qi State destroyed? Why was it so fast? Was there no resistance?"
The hawker sighed: "Who knows, maybe the Zhou Guo army was too strong. my home is still in the country, but unfortunately, although it is far away, I can always hear the news of the country. I didn’t expect such a big country to actually be defeated!"
Shen Qiao: "The North is unified, it is always good for the people. When it is settled, the number of caravans going to the Western Region will be more and no less."
The hawker reappeared with a smile: "That is also true, then it is up to you. I am still waiting for the Central Plains to be truly peaceful, and lead my wife and children back to my hometown to see it!"
He saw that Yan Wushi had been standing next to him, if staring at the sugar man without talking. He remembered his business, smiled and said: "This lady is your wife."
Shen Qiao: "This is Shemei."
Yan Wushi: "I'm his wife."
Shen Qiao: "..."
Hawker: "..."
Shen Qiao estimated that Yan Wushi deliberately said this, it should be because he was dressed in full as a woman but can not say anything in front of outsiders, had to cough, and remedy the situation: "This is my cousin, he is somewhat stubborn so don't be surprised."
He did not explain it well so with this explanation, the hawker immediately imagined that the cousin and this girl were in love, so they ran away for thousands of miles. He nodded and said: "I understand, I understand!"
He was confused and didn't understand if he really understood.
Yan Wushi pointed at the sugar seller over there: "I want this."
His voice is low, not like a female voice, but the hawker did not think much about it. After all, the wind outside the sand was big, and his wife from Tuyuhun also had a hoarse voice.
He heard the words of Yan Wushi, the spirit of the hawker: "What do you want, I can give you a pot!"
Yan Wushi: ", cattle, sheep..."
Sinking almost cried: "It’s just one, Don't ask too much. What is the use of your hand?"
No teacher: "i want one."
The hawker smiled and said: "Well, is it a horse or a cow?"
No teacher pointed to Shen Qiao: "Him."
A hawker: "What?"
Yan Wushi: "i want one of him."
Although Shen Qiao did not understand the love between men and women, but after the misunderstanding, and the look in the eye of the hawker, it's no surprise why he misunderstood.
He said to the hawker: "He is just joking, give him a sheep."
Yan Wushi: "No, I want you."
He also asked the hawker: "Can't i have him?"
The hawker seemed to feel the burning gaze under the power fence, and said: "You can! Of course!"
After gaining an amount of support from the Hawker, he began his craftsmanship
Yes, when the words fall, less than a quarter of an hour, a person made of sugar appeared in front of his eyes.
After all, it was made of sugar, so it is impossible to clearly present the facial features. However, the appearance of the long-shaped cloth bag on the back of the other side has a fascinating charm.
Shen Qiao smiled and said: "Sure enough, it is like a mountain pass. You can't do it without a decade of hard work!"
The hawker laughed and was very happy to be praised: "Here you go"
Yan Wushi took the sugar man, got it under his scarf, licked its head and bit it, then when it was in his mouth, chewed.
Shen Qiao: "..."
In order to prevent the hawker from being too suspicious and concerned, he gave him his money and quickly took the person away.
After Zhou’s demise, it means that the north will be unified, Chen Chao and Turk will not want to look at the Zhou Dynasty, and will definitely find ways to get rid of Yu Wenzhao, because the prince Yu Wenjun can’t see the quality of Ming Jun at all. When he dies, Zhou Guo will have no heads and no standing.
According to this speculation, Yan Wushi must appear early in Chang'an, appearing beside Yu Wenzhao, so that everyone can see that he is not dead.
Under the siege of the top five masters of the world, there was no such thing as Yan Wushi. Back then, his status of fame was bound to rise to the next level. No matter whether this fame is good or not, everyone will always vote for him, and will not easily provoke Yu Wenzhao.
But the problem is that now there is no Yan Wushi, although not dead, he was seriously injured, his magic is still flawed. More troublesome is that not only does his temperament change, but they also split into several temperament. It might not be known to ordinary people but it will be easy to reveal the problem in front of smart people, not to mention people like Dou Yanshan and Duan Wenzhao. If they saw him, they can figure out that something is not right.
At the time of meditation, Yan Wushi had already finished eating the sugar man's waist, and was heading towards the "thigh" part.
Seeing this look of his, who can believe that this person is Yan Wushi? If he was acting like this in front of Duan Wenqi and others, there will be no more than ten or nine of them beating him up.
Shen Qiao couldn't help but sigh, took them into a restaurant, and sat down before he asked: "You just heard what that person said, what do you think?"
Yan Wushi took off the scarf, and the remaining sugar man was bitten into his mouth, He chewed looking at him with no expression.
Indulging in cultivation, his visible shape can not help but twitch: "You are now Xie Ling's temperament, Can't you understand my words?"
Yan Wushi said nothing.
Shen Qiao: "You don't yet have any plans. Should I take you back to Chang'an to find your apprentice?"
Yan Wushi: "No."
He seemed very reluctant to speak, slightly frowning, after a while, he said: "I will send them a message."
Shen Qiao: "Also, wait for the spy to receive the message and meet with you. You will discuss the countermeasures with him. The power of the moon is not small in Zhou Guo. When you enter Zhou Guo, you should be able to find the person of the moon. After that, how do you communicate?"
Yan Wushi: "I don't remember."
The implication was that "Xie Ling" does not remember anything now.
Shen Qiao sighed again: "But this matter is long-term, and it is not too late to wait until we go to the North Zhou."
After their conversation, the servants already brought their food up. The conditions here were much better than they were in the town. The foods were no longer just the mutton soup and the oil cake. In the winter, shadow of a leek could be seen on the plate. It is not easy. Here at the market center, they sit by the window, just looking down from the second floor. There are quite a lot of people doing small business downstairs, clamoring for customers. There is just one person dancing downstairs. There is also a huge man dressed like a wolf to entertain with fights. The wolf who smashed the water will drag a trace of ethereal and light spirit on the ground, and look closely at the script of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Wang Youjun "Lanting Collection".
This performance was novel and interesting, and it quickly attracted many people. The locals may not be literate and understand what he wrote, but the seller’s posture is graceful and graceful, and he can often win a lot of cheers.
Seeing Yan Wushi concentrating on them, he also casually followed a glance, but when he saw the words on the ground dragged over the left handwriting, his heart moved, and suddenly there was a kind of strange feeling he felt.
The man’s martial arts are not even martial arts. It’s just a rough technique, but he is very smart. He combines Western dance with his fists. It is like he's dancing and juggling. He can also write and read in the middle. It’s fun, fresh, and rich, giving him a few copper coins on his plate, which is enough for the busker to eat and drink for a day.
But this person was different. He did not provoke countless experts to cause problems for him However, he made a stroke, seriously focused, making everyone completely immersed in his own dance, eyes are not instantaneously on the ground, his pen is heavy, his bones are round and thin, and was not sloppy.
His martial arts is very mysterious. It pays attention to talents, pays attention to diligence, and pays more attention to being savvy. Sometimes it does not progress for a few days or even years. Once it has occasional gains, it will suddenly gain a new realm.
Now, Shen Qiao looked at the busker's every move, but naturally there was a scene in his mind.
In the scene, the busker became a self-deprecating one, and his hand is no longer a pen, but a sword.
If you are good at water, you will be good at everything, and you will not be contending for it.
The waves of the sea, the mountains, the avenues, the wonderful deeds.
He danced in the clouds
A set of swordsmanship, like the smashing swords of the Xuan Dushan, can sink and know that it is not just a sword, but his own sword.
Slowly, the set of swordsmanship was formed in his mind, and he almost forgot all the things around him. He even forgot that he was still in the inn, forgot that he was with Yan Wushi, and then he got up and went to the outer door. Going all the way, flying all the way to the outside of the city.
He can't wait to change this set of swordsmanship!
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