I can make a crit with alchemy

Chapter 122 Street Stall Literature Nangong Yu, the culprit has already left.

After changing a piece of clothes, Ye Changan, who was alone, entered Lieyang City very low-key.

Alone, naturally because the Great Elder and the two shadow seniors are hiding in the dark.

It's important to keep a low profile.

On the one hand, Ye Changan has always been a low-key person, and making a big splash is the easiest way to capsize in the gutter.

On the other hand, since the opposite side is specifically targeting the inner disciples of the Yunmu Sect, it must have a certain amount of detection ability. Whether it is a big fanfare or a low-key act, the other side will definitely know of his arrival.

So you just need to enter the city quietly.

"Sell candied haws! Sell candied haws!" On the bustling street at the gate of the city, an old man yelled loudly.

"Give me two skewers." A young man in a green robe stopped beside him and said with a smile.

The old man was overjoyed, and quickly took two bunches of candied haws and handed them to Ye Changan.

Ye Changan handed him a few pieces of broken silver, ignored the old man's surprised look, and replied that there is no need to look for it, and handed a bunch to the little boy in tattered clothes, and walked into the city while eating.

The weather was fine today, and the street was very lively with people coming and going. Ye Changan wandered around doing nothing, walking all the way towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Suddenly, a wandering Taoist stall on the side of the road attracted him.

The person sitting in the booth was just a young man with a weak crown. The man was fair and handsome, wearing a scholar's robe, and he was quite scholarly.

When Ye Changan saw this young man for the first time, he subconsciously thought that he was just a swindler, just like the "Half Immortal" family, which is the representative group of street stall literature.

But this man Yuanting Jingyue and his confident smile attracted Ye Changan.

This person is not simple!
Ye Changan turned around and walked towards the man, looking at him from afar across the busy street.

The man smiled faintly, and sat there, as if the crowd coming and going had nothing to do with him, nor did this rushing world have nothing to do with him.

He came here just to wait for Ye Changan!

Ye Changan's heart trembled, what a strange feeling!

Soon, Ye Changan came to the young man's booth.

"Guide the lost gentleman, wake up the long-suffering hero." Ye Changan read the couplet on the booth leisurely, looked at the man and smiled:
"Do the math for me?"

The man glanced behind Ye Changan, who was empty, and said with a light smile:
"Please sit down."

Ye Changan stepped forward and sat opposite the man.

"Stretch out your hand." The man said with a smile.

Ye Changan raised his eyebrows, only a fool would stretch out his hand to show you, and said with a smile:

"I don't read palms, you read faces for me."

The man smiled, looked at Ye Changan's plain face, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said:
"My friend's face is very unpredictable!"

This guy is really not simple. His face has a small auxiliary "self-obscuring" system to cover up the secrets. Anyone who is below the Jindan stage will only say that he is ordinary or mediocre.

But when it came to him, it was actually an inscrutable description!
Ye Changan smiled, "Is this gone?"

"I can't see anything else." The man spoke calmly and calmly.

"Sir, if you are so perfunctory, you are not afraid that I will smash your stall?" Ye Changan looked at the stall owner with a smile.

The stall owner dismissed Ye Changan's words, but glanced at the street behind Ye Changan, picked up the folding fan on the table and said with a smile:

"Forget it, I'll make another fortune for you." As he spoke, he clasped his right hand with one hand, and began to mutter in a dignified manner.

Then, seeing sparks shooting out from that right hand, his expression changed drastically, he stood up abruptly, and looked up at the sky.

Ye Chang'an also looked up at the sky. At some point, the sky was densely covered with thick clouds and there was rumbling noise, which seemed to indicate that the catastrophe was about to come!

The man looked at Ye Chang'an, his face changed again and again, thinking that this was the first time he had encountered such a scene in Nangong Yu's ten years of running across the nineteen countries in southern Xinjiang!
What is the origin of this Yunmuzong disciple? !

"How about it?" Ye Changan withdrew his gaze and looked at Nangong Yu.

Nangongyu regained his composure, and cupped his hands with a smile and made a bow, "I can't figure it out, and I am willing to make amends. I am in Nangongyu, and I would like to make friends with you."

As he spoke, he handed the folding fan in his hand to Ye Changan, "Dare to ask your name?"

"The name is unnecessary." Ye Changan said with a smile.

Nangong Yu didn't take it seriously, and handed Ye Changan the fan, "That's it, see you later."

Ye Changan took the folding fan and opened it to see that there were two large characters written in ink and wash on it:
"Nangong".

When I looked up again, the opposite side was empty, as if no one had ever been there.

Above the sky, Nangong Yu flew in the direction of Mu Lingzong, followed by an old man in purple robe with gray hair.

The old man looked disdainful and said:

"My lord, that kid is so arrogant, he dared to show my face to you, besides those three idiots, the old slave will clean them up with one hand, why do you..."

Nangong raised his hand and interrupted the old man's words, "I understand Uncle Lan's strength, but this rise was deduced for the Wood Spirit Sect. I felt something was wrong at the beginning, but I still couldn't figure out where the variables are."

"My lord is saying that this ordinary little guy just now is a variable?" The old man frowned.

"Hehe." Nangong Yu laughed, "Do you also think he is ordinary?"

The old man frowned, "Since it's a variable, it's fine for the old slave to get rid of it."

After speaking, he turned around and went to look for Ye Changan.

Nangong pre-stopped him, "Uncle Lan, don't worry, the variables are unknown, but there is absolutely no need to provoke this guy, that's why I got out in time."

The old man looked at the young master strangely, "The young master is not the kind of person who backs down easily, besides, deducing the secrets is related to the young master's supreme mind, and also related to the future heirs of the family, so don't be careless!"

Nangong Yu chuckled, "The five souls can be roughly deduced, and I always feel that making friends with this person will be the most correct decision I Nangong Yu made in this life!"

……

Ye Changan put away the folding fan and said to himself:
"Great Elder, I don't think we need to go to the City Lord's Mansion."

The Great Elder appeared beside Ye Changan out of nowhere and asked:

"Why?"

"This person was the culprit just now. He was here waiting for me. Since he didn't do anything to me, he probably won't do anything to anyone else." Ye Changan said firmly.

"Why do you say that?" the Great Elder asked with a frown.

Ye Changan shook his head and said with a smile:

"It's a feeling in the dark."

The Great Elder didn't believe it, but he didn't immediately refute it, and asked Ye Changan to continue investigating in Lieyang City.

Ye Chang'an didn't object. He went to the city lord and wandered around the city for a few days, but there was no clue.

In the past, the disciples who came to investigate often had accidents on the first day.

At this time, the Great Elder had already taken what should be taken, and had no time to waste time here, so he took Ye Changan back to the sect.

This time, the Wood Spirit Sect actually sent two monks at the Jindan stage to assassinate Ye Chang'an. This matter must be reported to the suzerain immediately.

(End of this chapter)