There were many people at the scene. As soon as Kong Jiang showed up and greeted Han Honghua, he was recognized by the Imperial City residents watching the excitement on both sides of the street.
Someone in the crowd called him Mr. Bingpo.
Kong Ji did not even raise his eyelids, so naturally he was too lazy to respond and hurriedly waved Han Honghua away.
After the two left side by side, the residents at the scene naturally talked about their relationship.
"Master Bingpo seems to know Wudong Madman! What is their relationship?"
"Can I not know each other? A genius from the same place."
"I heard about Madman The Mosheng sect behind him is on good terms with the Cangwu sect behind Young Master Bingpo, so it’s no surprise that they know each other.”
“There are so many talents in Wudong, and Young Master Bingpo possesses ice-natured Taoism. No one can match him. This madman is also good at physical skills. I am practicing this in Tianqi. There are few people who can suppress this madman."
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I heard from both sides of the street. During the discussion, Luo Tao, who was already defeated by Han Honghua, was even more depressed.
After all, he was a well-known figure in Yunmo, and he had never been ignored like this.
It’s a pity that this is not Yunmo, and he was defeated by Han Honghua in public. No matter how famous Yunmo is, if he loses, he loses.
"There are so many talents in the four regions and one sea. I can still be considered a genius in Yunmo, but coming to this place where talents gather is just an ordinary thing."
Think of the joints , Luo Tao smiled bitterly and left sadly.
Midnight, Princess Mansion, the courtyard where Kong Xian lived.
Shangguan Yuzhou, Han Honghua, and Congyun gathered here and placed a table of wine and food in the courtyard.
Although Cong Yun, Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua met each other for the first time, they were all very gentle and not restrained.
He is also a fair-weather monk. He is not as pedantic as those Buddhist monks. He has become familiar with him after going back and forth.
The four of them drank and chatted happily all over the world.
After drinking for three rounds, Kong Jiang suddenly looked at Han Honghua, who was having a drink with Shangguan Yuzhou, and asked: "Sister Hua, are you also here for the ancient city of Chaodi?"
Although there are already speculations, it is still prudent to ask clearly.
Needless to say, Han Honghua took out a simple token from her storage bag, waved it in front of everyone, and said with a smile: "That's for sure, otherwise the mountains are high and the roads are far, and I would have spent so much money. What are you doing here?"
"That's perfect." Looking at the token in Han Honghua's hand, Kong Jiang smiled warmly.
Right now, due to changes in the Xianyun world's spiritual power, many monks from other worlds have come to Tianqi with the order of passing down the world. It is the time for the meeting of the wind and clouds.
Han Honghua can enter the ancient city of Chaodi, and she will be another helper when the time comes.
"This order is not easy to get. Where did Sister Hua get it?" Shangguan Yuzhou took the order from Han Honghua, looked at it, and said with emotion: "If it weren't for the fact that the head of the family came from Qing Even if I get two from Prince Luan, I won’t be able to get them together today.”
This is what Kong Zhen wanted to ask, and his eyes subconsciously looked at Han Honghua.
Obviously she got the token after she left, otherwise she would have come to Tianqi together.
Han Honghua didn't hide it either. After taking a sip of wine, she said nonchalantly: "An old acquaintance sold it to me. I bought it from him in the Luoxia Mountains before entering Xihuang. Map of the Blessed Land.”
“One hundred spirit crystals, buy one, get one free.”
As she said this, Han Honghua winked at Kong Xian and joked: "At that time, I even gave one to fellow Taoist Xie Guangan."
"Sister Hua, please stop teasing me." After hearing Han Honghua mention Kong Jiang couldn't laugh or cry when he heard about his former pseudonym.
How could she forget her acquaintance with Han Honghua.
At that time, under the pseudonym Xie Guangan, wearing a thousand-changing mask, I met Han Honghua in the Luoxia Mountains.
She had a forthright temperament, and she made a good conversation, so she casually gave herself a map.
To be honest, that thing itself is very strange.
Someone actually sells the map of the entrance to the West Huang Paradise for the price of one hundred spiritual crystals.
Kong Jin did not study it in depth at that time, but now that I think about it, it feels incredible.
What is even more strange is that Han Honghua actually met that person a second time and bought the order from him. It’s still a real order passed down from generation to generation!
Kong Zhi looked at the pure white luck on top of Han Honghua’s head and the golden luck on his head that occupied one-third of the white luck cloud. He thought a little depressed: “My luck is obviously better. Gao, why can’t I encounter such a good thing?”
Congyun, who was sitting opposite Kong Zhen and eating meat non-stop, was suddenly stunned for a moment after hearing Han Honghua's dictation. Then he touched his bald head and asked with a strange expression: "Who is that person? Isn't he an old man who carries a rag and grabs everyone's hand to read their palms? ”
Cong Yun pursed his lips, wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, then calmly took out a token from his storage bag and placed it on the table.
Kong Ji looked at it, his expression became extremely weird.
Because it is another order passed down from generation to generation.
I heard Cong Yun say with emotion in my ear: "Xiao Monk also bought this token from him." Answer him. "
"That old man is interesting. He will sell me whatever he wants. The young monk said he has no money, but he can still tell me exactly how many spiritual crystals I have. "< br>
Hearing what Cong Yun and Han Honghua said, not only Kong Ji opened his mouth in surprise, but also Shangguan Yuzhou put down the wine bowl in his hand, his expression was extremely exciting.
Shangguan Yuzhou glanced at the tokens in the hands of Han Honghua and Cong Yun blankly, and asked: "Monk, where did you meet that old man."
Cong Yun glanced at Shangguan Yuzhou, Probably knowing what he meant, he said truthfully: "Yunmo."
Kong Xian looked at Shangguan Yuzhou and asked Han Honghua: "Where is Sister Hua?"
Han Honghua also understood. What Shangguan Yuzhou meant, he narrowed his eyes and said cooperatively: "Of course it's Wudong."
Kong Xian felt a little weird, and sighed: "How strange!"
The old man not only appeared in the West Huang Paradise selling maps to enter the West Huang Paradise.
It can also appear in Yunmo and Wudong at the same time, and be sold to Congyun and Han Honghua respectively to enter the ancient city of Chaodi.
What’s even more incredible is that the things he sells are still real.
"That old man is really strange." Han Honghua had contacted the man several times and agreed with Kong's statement. She also happily added: "Yunmo and Wudong are millions of miles apart. How can he be there?" Regardless of the back-and-forth between the two domains, the goods sold are still genuine. He should be an expert hermit."
"The way he behaves is indeed like an expert in the game world." Shangguan Yuzhou nodded in agreement.
Congyun said the Buddha's name and said with emotion: "I don't know what his intention is."
What Congyun said was also what Kong Jiang cared about.
The sudden appearance of such an expert inevitably made him wary. After all, it was such a sensitive time for changes in the Xianyun world's spiritual power.
He is the one who is adding fuel to the fire in Xihuang Blessed Land.
Chaodi Ancient City also has his shadow.
“What on earth does he want to do?”
Kong Jin played with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes wandering, and his thoughts flew far away.
He doesn't believe in any game of human sayings. Experts must have their reasons for doing what they do.
It’s just that there is too little information now, and Kong Jiang has no way to analyze the reasons behind it.
After pondering for a moment, he could only shake his head.
Kong Jin could not guess the old man's purpose, but he was certain of one thing.
Yunmo and Wudong are millions of miles apart.
It takes four or five months for a monk to travel day and night.
The palm-generating power can be faster, but it still takes seven or eight days, right?
If you can travel such a long distance between Yunmo and Wudong at will, what level does that old man have?
"Zhao Xuan?"
Kong Ji's expression was slightly touched. (End of this chapter)