The fairy city of the market man

Chapter 49

Sending away Zhen Yaoshen, without the old dog by his side, Shang San'er stayed in Nettle City obediently for five days, playing chess and playing chess and nurturing his life most of the time.

Five days later, the old dog came out.

This time I concentrated on looking for medicine, and found quite a few, and most of them grew deep under the cave.

Shang San'er was already poor, so he went to the Qizhen Pavilion, sold the common strange medicine, and got more than 70 leaves. In addition to supplementing the ingredients for brewing wine, he bought double copies of the medicine for treating the broken tendons, so as not to be imprisoned. That black heart pit.

The rest of the merits and deeds are all paid, and 250 feet of silkworm silk and three fishing hooks made of high-quality materials are set. Please send them to Wuma City Branch, thousands of miles northeast of Luliu City, and I will pick them up in a few days.

Only then did he ride the old dog and leave Nettle City.

But instead of going back to Green Willow City, he went to a certain city instead.

On the street of that city, the fat lady whom I met once was still there, also squatting on the side of the road, from time to time glancing at the handsome young man who was running in the opposite restaurant.

Shang San'er walked over, knelt down beside her, and watched with her.

The waiter in the restaurant, not to mention Shang Saner, Cao Si is not as handsome as him.

What's the use of being a good-looking waiter?

The last time I came here, Shang San'er had inquired that the waiter had parents, and she was by no means the fat aunt's child.

There are also those who recognize it, saying that Zhang Guoguo, the handsome young man, loves to watch it, not just the one in the dining hall.

Shang San'er was squatting with the fat aunt, and the waiter felt bored after just a few glances. He had nothing to do, so he stared at the older girls and younger daughters-in-law passing by on the street.

I secretly compared my figure and face, but unfortunately in this mortal world, most of the women I see are women below the third class, the whole world is the same, good women go to the city lord's mansion to serve the immortals.

In terms of eyesight, it can't compare with the fat lady.

Squatting until the sun was westward, the fat aunt got up and finally asked, "You are not handsome, what are you doing? Are you afraid that I will cut you with a knife again?"

Shang San'er smiled and replied: "I went back and thought about it for a long time, thinking that I might be able to secure a matchmaker for my aunt!"

The fat aunt gave him a white look: "I'm going home to cook, if you don't give up, come back here tomorrow!"

She walked, and Shang San'er trotted to keep up: "Aunt Zhang Fatty, I'm serious!"

Zhang Guoguo turned around, kicked him to the ground, and then left.

The old dog is fine.

Shang San'er got up, didn't pat the ashes on his body, and tried to catch up: "The other party."

This time, it was a large kitchen knife on his neck that forced him to shut up.

The old dog grinned and started to move.

Shang San'er pressed down with his hand, signaling it to leave it alone.

The fat aunt sneered and said, "Are you stupid? My old lady is really shameless. If you want an old cow to eat young grass, which city lord's mansion will not let you choose?"

Shang San'er raised his hand high, and said with a playful smile: "My matchmaker is also a ninth-level immortal, not a handsome man!"

"Aren't you a handsome young man?" The fat aunt withdrew the knife, turned around and left again: "I'm old, I don't have the heart to serve men anymore!"

After she walked a few steps, Shang San'er folded his hands in front of his mouth: "I still have a jujube, no matter how old you are, you can have children!"

The fat aunt finally stopped, turned her head slowly, and wondered: "Have you got Zizao?"

Shang San'er laughed and stepped forward, and gave her the note he had prepared.

The fat aunt opened it, and it said: "If you get a son, you can pass on the magic of the gods!"

After tearing up the note, she asked Shang San'er: "Aren't you serious, and you don't lie?"

"If there is any falsehood, the fat lady can just cut me in half with a knife!"

"Bah! You're obviously a waste land fairy, if you can't cut life objects, will you die if you change two pieces?"

Unexpectedly, the fat aunt already knew his roots, but she had the ability to perceive, Shang San'er immediately changed her words: "If I say half a sentence is false, the life thing will be cut in half for you!"

The fat aunt straightened her sideburns: "Always allow me to think about it for a few days!"

"Success, I live in Cyclamen!"

Zhang Guoguo didn't even wait for the next night, and at night Zhang Guoguo came to Cyclamen and asked him, "Where is he?"

Shang San'er was puzzled: "Who?"

"You said that man, you always have to close your eyes first, and my wife will marry him just based on your words?"

Shang San'er felt a little guilty, scratched his head: "I didn't come to this city with me."

The fat aunt glared at him: "If no one comes, you expect my mother to be a half-way couple with him?"

Shang San'er hurriedly explained: "He's also at the ninth rank, and we have to wait for the aunt to nod his interest before we can bring him to meet, otherwise we'll just run away for nothing and lose our position!"

The fat aunt nodded: "Then go and get it!"

In the early morning of the next day, Shang San'er rode the dog again and rushed to Sangyu City in a hurry.

This time, he was looking for "One Sword Immortal" Zhao Tong.

The white crane was strolling in the yard, and the old man was not doing any farm work, but was sitting on the threshold of his house smoking dry tobacco.

Compared with boredom, it is definitely not as boring as this one. Unlike the fat aunt, Shang San'er explained the purpose of coming to his house: "Uncle Zhao, can I tell you a matchmaker?"

Zhao Tong remained silent, and Shang San'er continued: "I know that if there is a shortage of beauties to warm the bed, the lords of each city can find a bunch of them for you to choose, but I only ask Uncle Zhao, the ninth-rank, um, the ninth-rank Have you ever slept, beauty?"

The old man was still silent, but the fireworks in his pipe lightly lit up twice.

Shang San'er walked over and sat side by side with him on the threshold, shoulder to shoulder: "In your life, you must have had a lot of women, but if you miss a ninth-level fairy, you will never meet again!"

"I heard that in the early years, you liked to find people outside to compete and compare sword skills. If there is a lady of the same rank, the two of you can practice in the yard during the day and then in bed at night. Wouldn't it be a beautiful day?"

"Your family suffered a disaster, it's God's eyes! But I have a jujube, and I heard that if you eat it together, no matter you are seventy or eighty, you can get pregnant again! As long as you nod, you are willing to work in my city If you get Zizao, I will give you a couple, and two or three years later, there will be another child running around, passing on your incense!"

The dry smoke is brighter.

Shang San'er looked left and right, and called out first: "Old dog, be careful not to eavesdrop!"

Then whispered: "I have a magic method of the celestial beings. If your child grows up, if the temperament is not bad, the magic method can be passed on!"

Taking a deep breath, finished the remaining cigarette, knocked off the shredded tobacco, Immortal Yidao stood up abruptly, exhaling smoke through his mouth and nose: "Ninth-level beauty, look!"

Shang San'er was overjoyed: "Come on! But I'm not in this city, I'll hire a horse for you!"

Zhao Tong shook his head, pointing to the crane he raised: "Our father and I can carry it together!"

This crane is not vulgar, and he doesn't care about old man Zhao taking advantage of him, Shang San'er smiled: "I can ride a dog, and I can fly!"

Zhao Tong went back to the house, didn't even close the door, so he led Shang San'er straight out of the city gate, each riding a crane and a dog, and flew into the sky.

The crane has no other ability, but can only travel, but it is a natural ability to fly, faster than the old dog in the air, Zhao Tong can only slow down and wait for him.

Stop for one night in another city on the way.

After entering the city where Zhang Guoguo lived, Shang San'er said to him: "Uncle Zhao, you came from a long way, you wash your body first?"

Traveling all the way, the body is indeed dirty. I came here on a blind date, so I have to clean it up.

After finding a place to take a bath, he was still a short old man with a sharp-billed monkey cheek.

How thick-skinned it is to grow up like this, to dare to call himself "One Sword Immortal"?
We've come here, we're on the verge of breaking out, and we'll definitely see each other again.

The two of them knew each other before, and when they saw each other, the fat aunt exclaimed, "One knife fairy?"

Zhao Tong turned his head and glared at Shang San'er: "I'm cheating? Ninth-rank beauty?"

Hearing this sentence, the fat aunt came to understand, and asked: "I don't like it? My old lady still thinks you are a monkey!"

Seeing that things were about to turn bad, Shang San'er hurriedly shouted: "Get Zizao, Miaofa! There is no such shop in this village. You two are here, and it is not easy to get another baby!"

Zhao Tong didn't look at the fat aunt, and said in a deep voice: "Look for a young and beautiful virgin, and you will become a human immortal. You don't need to be ninth-level, and I will go to your city!"

Zhao Tong is willing to accept the job because he has Zizao and the magic method of Tianxian, but now in Luliu City, there are young and beautiful female immortals who want virgins, and there are only three younger sisters from the Tu family, Han Yaomei, and Chen Meier. As a backer, who would Shang Saner dare to call a bad old man to fill in his house?

And after thinking about it for so long, Shang San'er wanted to catch two jujubes with one jujube.

Hearing Zhao Tong's displeasure, the fat aunt also spoke up: "Find a young and handsome man, who will give my wife a son date and a magic method, and move to that city to take orders from you!"

Ouch!

Could it be that the aunt has taken a fancy to me?
Shang San'er's legs were a little weak, and he hurriedly said: "Uncle Zhao, Aunt Fat, I've been thinking about it for two months, and I think you two are suitable."

The fat aunt gave a "bah" mouthful: "How can he match up with my old lady with his ape-like appearance?"

Zhao Tong didn't speak, took out the dry pipe and started to light the fire.

Unable to make a husband and wife together, Shang San'er smiled wryly: "There is only one jujube!"

The fat aunt stared: "Give it to me!"

Zhao Tong's dry cigarette was already lit, and he replied coldly: "Dare!"

When Ma Tong took jujubes as rewards, Shang San'er still looked down upon them, but he didn't know they were really good things!

As Zhen Yaoshen said, when you meet the right person, you can still raise the price!

Shang San'er was thinking of a way to break the game, Zhao Tong shook his cigarette bag: "Then do it?"

The fat aunt put her hands on her hips: "Success, go out of the city and fight!"

I wanted to be a matchmaker, but I didn't expect that there would be a fight. Shang San'er wanted to persuade them, but both of them refused to listen, and went out of the city with their heads stubborn.

Then fight as you like, if you don't fight, you won't be enemies!
Twenty miles out of the city, crossing the land and gods of the city, looking for an open field, the two began to fight.

The treasure of Yidao Immortal is naturally a knife, and after flying, he knows its name when he sees it, and it is a bone-chopping knife.

The fat aunt's treasure is also a knife, the one she took out to scare Shang San'er, infused with Taoism, and she knew its name when she saw it, a kitchen knife.

Looking left and right, they both look like a family, right.

Shang San'er rode an old dog, and watched the battle side by side with Bai He, bone chopping knives and kitchen knives in mid-air, treasures criss-crossing, not giving way to each other.

In real fights, when Zhao Tong was young, he searched everywhere for the ninth-level sparring, his Taoism was much more refined, and his skills were higher. Every time he slashed with the bone chopping knife, some of the brilliance of the kitchen knife would be extinguished.

After fighting each other for a short while, Zhang Guoguo was no match.

Shang San'er hurriedly added to the anger: "Oh! Uncle Zhao, if you work harder, you will surely conquer her!"

Sure enough, the fat aunt was upset, and regardless of her own body, she tried her best to output her spiritual energy. No matter how brilliant the kitchen knife was, she slashed several times.

It's not a life-and-death enmity, and if he doesn't take the opponent's life, Zhao Tong can only temporarily return to the sword.

After overcoming this force, the kitchen knife was weakened again, and Shang San'er shouted again: "Aunt Zhang, if you get Zizao, give it to Uncle Zhao!"

The fat aunt cheered up again, and Zhao Tong took the time to yell at this side: "You son of a bitch, shut up!"

Being scolded by the old man, Shang San'er stopped making a sound, and sighed and let out a long sigh.

After fighting for a while, the fat lady knew that she was no match, so she suddenly threw away the kitchen knife and sat on the ground crying.

Weeping and scolding: "Two bastards, bully my old lady together!"

Xiao Popi is thick-skinned enough, so scolding like this is just a breeze, but Zhao Tong is embarrassing, feeling a little ashamed to bully women, but he has always been bored, and he can't say heart-warming words.

Previously, he was just messing around, but now he really saw the opportunity, rolled his eyes a few times, and Shang San'er called out, "Uncle Zhao, I'm sorry, but I won't give you the jujube! Fat aunt, when will you move to my city to get a son?" The jujube is yours, but the handsome young man has to find it by himself, and I won't do it!"

"Little bastard, I can't do it for you even if I want to!"

The fat lady yelled at him, and there was something dirty in her words, Shang San'er sneered: "Then you find the old bastard to do it! I'll go back to the city first, and I'll stay with the cyclamen. It's easy to find, you two can do it yourself!"

(End of this chapter)