"Oh." The fat shopkeeper sighed, sat down next to Luo Chuan, and poured himself a cup: "Like my brother, I am from Kyoto. When the disaster happened five years ago, I happened to leave Beijing. This time I left for five years. My wife, children, and my children are in Kyoto, and I don't know how they are doing now."

"The king and all the ministers are in Kyoto. With them here, I believe the people can have food and clothing." Luo Chuan said.

"Yes, the wise and virtuous will definitely treat the people of Kyoto well. But even so, who will feel better when they have been separated from their wife and children for so long? I am not capable of so I can only open a teahouse outside the Hongshan Swamp to provide some tea for you masters who are going to explore the mystery. I feel a little better." The shopkeeper sighed.

Luo Chuan drank all the bad tea in the cup in one sip, but said nothing.

A sneer came from the window next to the other side: "Shopkeeper Yu, no matter how you see anyone, you say that you are a master. A young boy, who doesn't know anything, wants to break into the Hongshan swamp. It's probably because he heard that there are treasures left by immortals in the Hongshan swamp, and he wants to try his luck. So many immortals have been invited to explore the mystery, but in the end they are not leaving. He wants to save the capital, hehe, that's not hopeful."

The shopkeeper's face turned pale.

Luo Chuan looked up and saw about a dozen burly men sitting in a corner of the window. The leaders had their temples high. When they swept towards Luo Chuan, cold light burst out from time to time. According to the division of the martial arts realm of the Tang Dynasty, these people were all in the great ethereal realm.

"Brother, don't provoke them. They were originally disciples of the eight major sects. After the eight major sects were weak, they established a gang, and no one dared to provoke them in this area." Seeing that Luo Chuan had a cold face, the shopkeeper hurriedly reminded him in a low voice.

The long-bearded man in the lead moved his ears and looked at the fat shopkeeper coldly.

"Thank you for the shopkeeper's tea." Luo Chuan stood up.

Everything in the world has passed, and Luo Chuan has stopped trying it out for a moment, and he has more important things.

The fat shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and grabbed Luo Chuan and said, "Brother, I see that you are young and have a bright future, so don't trek into this muddy water. In the past few years, I have seen too many young people who want to break through the Hongshan swamp like you. If you are lucky, you can come out. I have never seen them again... I invite you to have tea, not to encourage you to go, but to persuade you to turn back."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly: "The shopkeeper has received the kindness."

The fat shopkeeper glanced at Luo Chuan, with a hint of regret on his face, and sighed, "Since you insist on going, I don't want to say much. But if you listen to me, don't go on the road alone. It's better to find some truly capable masters to join us. In the Hongshan swamp, the real death is still the people."

In the last sentence, the fat shopkeeper deliberately lowered his voice.

"Thank you for your advice," Luo Chuan said, and was about to leave.

"Slow down." At this moment, one of the big men stood up, playing with two iron balls in his hand and laughed gloomy: "Boy, do you not understand the rules? If you want to enter the Hongshan swamp, you have to pay the transit fee first."

"Transportation fee?" Luo Chuan did not look up.

"Without our Changfeng Helper building bridges and opening roads here and maintaining stability, you wouldn't have the chance to enter Hongshan swamp comfortably." The man looked up and down at Luo Chuan and said to himself: "Looking at your poor look, you can't afford to pay the toll. That's all, I'm very kind. As long as you go to our Changfeng Helper to be a ten-day servicing, your toll will be waived."

His eyes fell to Luo Chuan's right hand with his robe sleeved back, and the fat shopkeeper shook his head and suppressed his absurd thought.

It's impossible, it must be because I'm thinking too much.

Slap sex!

Fairy Wuqing stepped back three times and stabilized her body. The leader of the Lang Gang did not move at all, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he licked his lips: "The strongest martial arts practitioner in the younger generation of Liuguo is just like this. Unfortunately, a beauty insists on dancing a knife and gun. Brothers, I'll be fucked tonight!"

Seeing that the gang leader had the upper hand, the members of the Changfeng Gang could no longer help but feel the desire in their hearts, and rushed towards the female disciple of the Baiyi Sect with a grim smile.

Fairy Wuqing's eyes became colder and colder. The long sword swept across, and was about to deal with the members of the Changfeng Gang. A figure flashed past his eyes. The leader of the Lang Gang was approaching, and his eyes were filled with greed and desire.

Fairy Wuqing and the leader of the Lang Gang were fighting each other. The two of them had extremely fast body movements, leaving only two vague shadows. A dozen members of the Changfeng Gang surrounded the female disciples of the White-Yellow Sect. Among them were three martial artists in the Great Ethereal Realm, two more than the White-Yellow Sect, and they also had the advantage in numbers. In the blink of an eye, they had steadily suppressed the female disciples of the White-Yellow Sect, but they were not able to decide the winner because of their desire to capture and play with them alive.

For a moment, the energy swept across the building, and cracks appeared on the pillars of the walls, which were in danger.

Seeing that years of hard work were about to be destroyed, the fat shopkeeper looked pale and lamented, and was about to close his eyes in pain.

Yu Guangzhong saw the boy stretching out his hand from his sleeve and drew two strokes in the air like an understatement.

The fat shopkeeper's heart was thumping. He was surprised to find that after the boy drew these two paths, the originally shaking building instantly became extremely stable. The air waves that rolled up the tables, chairs, pots and cups seemed to be locked in a cage. He could clearly see the trajectory of the air flow, and heard the martial artists shouting and fighting, but he felt that they were extremely far away from him, as if he was looking at a moving picture that could not affect him.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the fat shopkeeper widened his eyes and stared at the boy in Maiyi in front of him in disbelief. The moment before, he was just a reckless and impulsive ordinary boy, who had become extremely mysterious at this moment, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable temperament, which was much more transcendent than the Wuqing Fairy and the Lang Gang Leader.
Chapter completed!