Chapter 1 Double Stream

"I'm selling steamed buns. I don't care about the fragrant steamed buns. The hot steamed buns that have just been baked are one penny. Come on, come and come first. It's out of date. There are only a few cages of steamed buns left..."

"Faced man, vivid face man, there are legendary martial arts saints, legendary immortals, generals, and fairies. Come and see, there are only the last ten..."

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This is a prosperous market. There are people coming and going on the street, and there are all kinds of hawking voices. The crowd is turbulent. The elderly, children and women are crowded forward, and there are several collision sounds from time to time, which is really a prosperous image.

At this time, a thunderous shout suddenly came from the market:

"Today is the last performance of our Wang family's class in Shuangliuji. Come on, everyone!"

As soon as I heard this, the crowded people on the street, both adults and children, men and women, swarmed towards the west of the market. Suddenly, people were crowded and trampling on people. Suddenly, there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping on the street. After a while, there were only those wry smile on the street.

"Lao Wang, how much have you sold these days?"

"Don't mention it. It was okay at first, but since the Wang family came, as long as they shouted, all the people went to see their performance. The result was good. The steamed buns at night were only sold more than half of them during the day, and the rest could only be thrown away. I'm really at a loss!"

"Lao Li, where is your face?"

"Don't mention that those children sold quickly on the first day, but after the Wang family class came, my business plummeted. All the children went to see the Wang family's juggling. As a result, my face was left. The noodles I pinched a few days ago have now been thrown away by me, and I am also at a loss. Dead!"

"Yes, so am I!"

"Yes, everyone is like this!"

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Other stall owners also echoed and nodded.

"Yes, this Wang family is too bad. Their business is good, but the business that affects everyone is not good. Isn't this too unique?"

A stall owner who bought jewelry, who was long and mouse-looking, said to the crowd and kept showing his jewelry that could not be sold, indicating that he had suffered a big loss.

This time, it seemed to ignite the anger of all the vendors and said that the other party was too unique to give others a way to live at all.

"Well, let's just go to judge them and let them know that this double-flow set is not something that outsiders like them can occupy at will. This is our territory."

Seeing that everyone's anger was successfully aroused, the peddler said loudly to the crowd and directly picked up a carrying pole on the ground and walked straight ahead.

Seeing someone leading the way, the anger of these hawkers also felt uncontrollably. They directly followed the hawker in front of them, holding poles, rolling sticks and shovels in their hands, and walked forward angrily. And along the way, they shouted all the way, and the lost vendors also joined one after another. In a moment, the vendors of this street walked to the west of the market.

However, the leading vendor quietly slipped out of the crowd, secretly came to his stall and began to pack up.

At this moment, a strange young man came from the east intersection of Shuangliuji.

This is a young man about 20 years old, with crystal skin like jade, glazed crystal light, long light blue hair, elegantly scattered on his shoulders, and a pair of pale blue eyes seem to be looking at everyone who looks at him, hot and affectionate.

Originally, this should be a handsome teenager who made all the girls crazy, but why should he be weird?

The reason why he is strange is that the young man holds a pink and jade-carved little girl in his left and right hands, one in pink clothes and the other in green clothes, all of which are only eight or nine years old.

And there is a little golden mouse standing on the young man's shoulder, making a "squeaky" scream from time to time.

The vendor looked at the strange young man and couldn't help but stop his hands from packing up. Somehow, when he saw the young man's smiling face, his heart couldn't help shaking, as if he was afraid of something. He dared not look at the other party, but lowered his head deeply.

At this time, the young man had walked to the side of the hawker and was held by the young man in pink in his left hand. Suddenly, he pointed to the empty noodle booth and said to the young man:

"Brother, I want one!"

The girl's voice is like a drop of water falling into the jade plate, with a faint cute sound, which is indescribably attractive. Moreover, looking at the little girl's face like water, it is indescribably love.

"Ling, there is no one here. Let's buy it when there is someone, okay?" The young man said softly to the little girl, his face full of love.

Seeing this little girl, even the small vendor with ghosts in his heart can't help muttering in his heart: Where did this come from? The man is so handsome, and the woman is only eight or nine years old, and she looks so harmful to the country and the people. It seems that he is not the prince of the prince's family, but the successor of some kind of the financial valve. There is absolutely No*.

Thinking of this, he hurried forward, looked at the young man's face that seemed to have not changed at all, hurriedly bent down and said humbly:

"This young man, this stall is Lao Li's face stall. He has just left, but I have been with him for several years. You can take it directly and I'll tell him when I come back!"

Listening to the peddler's words, the young man turned his face to him and said faintly:

"Thank you!"

The small vendor suddenly seemed to have won a great happy event. He hurriedly nodded and took the grass stick of the inserter and put it straight in front of the little girl, saying like a puppy flattering its master:

"Son, how can the little man's hand get what the young lady needs? The faces are all here. Whatever you like, just take a few. When you come, I'll tell Lao Li that there is nothing to do!"

When he heard his words and looked at the person in front of him, the young man was stunned, and then his eyes changed a little when he looked at the peddler:

"Okay, thank you very much! Ling, what do you like? Let my brother get it for you!"

"Hmm!" The little girl's little mouth pouted and pointed to a teenager in blue, silver hair and flying sword.

"Well!" The young man was stunned, but he took the face in his hand and handed it to the little girl in an instant.

"Thank you, brother!" The little girl took the face to her hand, smiled sweetly, showed a shallow dimple on her left face, and said tenderly to the young man. The voice seemed to be sweet to the heart.

The young man looked at the little girl's smiling face and smiled, then looked at the little girl holding her in her right hand and said softly:

"Qingqing, what do you want? Brother, I'll get it for you!"

The little girl in green, when she heard the young man's words, pouted her little mouth and turned her head straight away, and ignored the young man.

"Well!" The young man looked at the little ancestor who ignored himself, touched his nose with self-deprecating, looked at the little girl in his left hand, and said to the girl:

"Cold, do you know what Qingqing wants?"

The little girl suddenly didn't care about the face in her hand. She looked at the young man's proud chest and said proudly, "Of course, Leng Leng knows that Qingqing wants that very much, that's it!"

"Bad cold, you say everything. Be careful what do you think in the future?"

The little girl who had turned her head heard the little girl reveal her little secret and immediately turned her head and said to the little girl called Leng Leng, her little face full of anger.

However, such a cute little girl is still so cute even if she is angry. Perhaps, it should not be called angry, but coquettish!

The young man will look at the place the little girl is pointing to, but finds that it is a small thing on the jewelry booth of the peddler standing beside him. It should be a small horn comb!

When the hawker saw the little girl pointing to his stall, he immediately rushed to his booth. With the coldness pointing to the small horn tree comb, he immediately wrapped the wooden comb in a clean white cloth and took it in front of the young man. He raised it flatteryly above his head, and the small eyes were all It seems that they are going to squint together and say to the young man:

"Son, this is what Miss needs!"

At this time, the young man seemed to be used to it. He still nodded gently to the hawker with his seemingly sentient smile, took the horned comb in the hawker's hand with a white scarf, and handed it to the cold-faced little girl.

Although the little girl named Qingqing was tense her pretty face, she obviously had no resistance to the horned wooden comb. Although she gently "hummed" as if she was very disdainful, she still took the small wooden comb from the young man's hand at a fast hand speed.

A string of copper money appeared in the young man's hand and handed it to the hawker, but how dare the hawker take it? He dared to pay attention to the young man, not for that little money. Therefore, he hurriedly retreated a few steps and waved his hand at the young man, with surprise on his face and said to the year. The light man said:

"It is Wang San's blessing to be able to serve the prince. How can he receive the prince's money? Don't kill the villain!"

Since the hawker did not answer, the young man nodded slightly and withdrew the copper money, as if the hawker's eyes were wrong, and the string of copper coins disappeared in the hands of the young man in an instant.

Looking at the smiling eyes of the young man, Wang San felt as if he had done the best thing in his life, perhaps the most blessed thing.

Because the young man who turned away said softly to him as he passed him:

"It's not easy to make an unrighteous fortune. You'd better leave quickly. If you don't get involved in these big shots, you will be crushed if you are not careful."

Then, a small porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in his hand, and at the same time, a strange sentence sounded in his mind:

"There are three fatal pills in this porcelain bottle. Although it is of little use, as long as you don't encounter any natural or man-made disasters, it can at least make you and your family live to 99!"

As this sentence fell, the young man seemed to walk slowly, but it disappeared into the hawker's eyes in an instant, as if he had just had a dream.

However, looking at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, the hawker rubbed his eyes, knelt down in the direction of the young man's departure, and kowtowed loudly. Then he turned around and simply cleaned up his things, quickly left Shuangliuji from the path, and ran directly to a strange town to live. Come down.

Sure enough, when he heard what happened next a few years later, he couldn't help but feel grateful for his wisdom at the bottom of his heart.

However, when he lived in his 90s and watched himself sit down full of children and grandchildren, he couldn't help sighing more. At the beginning, he really didn't think of what kind of immortal he met! However, at the thought of the young man's light blue eyes that seemed to be pregnant with the sea, and the two little girls who were extraordinary at a young age, how could such a figure be ordinary people? It was ridiculous that I thought that I had met the prince's family. However, how can it be that a few bad elixirs given to yourself will make you live a disease-free life to your 90s? So, if you are not a fairy, what else?

Then, as the emotions of Mr. Wang's birthday spread throughout the small city, the people of the whole small city suddenly launched a vast action to find immortal fate. At that time, the small city was the happiest time for beggars, because all people hoped that there were some hermit masters among these beggars, but, That's just people's beautiful expectations.

After a few years, the enthusiasm of the people in the small city to find immortality finally quietly disappeared. However, just as everyone laughed and scolded Mr. Wang to coax people, a message came from a small village that a boy who had been a fool since childhood was favored by a passing fairy and brought into the fairy gate. This time, the little Only then did the people in the city believe the words of Mr. Wang and finally know what "fairy fate" is, which is pure fate and pure luck.

At that time, Wang San did not know who he met at all. He just put a statue of the young man on his incense hall. Until his grandson, a person from the cultivation world inadvertently entered his Xiangtang. After seeing the statue, he immediately worshipped On the contrary, they knew that the name of the immortal who made their generations happy was ordinary, just two simple words: Yuanshan.

However, at that time, no one dared to call Yuanshan directly in Tianfeng Continent. At that time, Yuanshan had a very loud name:

Taoist!

PS: The third volume of Caomin is about to be launched, and today's work is really too busy! I didn't go home until six o'clock in the evening. Now I will upload this chapter and continue to code the words. Everyone can rest assured that the quality of the grass people is absolutely guaranteed. Even if it is not as good as the level of the masters, the grass people can only say that the grass people are really writing carefully!