Yang Xuan sighed slightly in his heart. As soon as the old woodcutter said this, he already knew what he had done in the Qingxue royal family. Nothing could hide from the seemingly insignificant old man.
Are you playing Infernal Affairs? Yang Xuan could not make complaints about it.
The old woodcutter sighed, "it doesn''t matter if others don''t have it, nor do we, but if others have it, but we don''t, young man, do we suffer a lot?"
Yang Xuan said reluctantly, "I don''t know whether you suffer or not. Anyway, I suffer."
The old woodcutter grinned: "this is not a place where ordinary people can come. What''s more, you took some things from the forbidden area."
Yang Xuan shook his head. He really didn''t know what to say.
At this moment, he suddenly had an idea that he seemed to have become a chess piece sandwiched among the three forces, and he felt involuntarily.
Chopping firewood and pulling his head, he smiled like an old fox. He then said, "although I don''t know where these stones come from, maybe there are records about this in the library of Juling sect."
Yang Xuan didn''t even lift his eyelids, but said gently, "maybe?"
The old woodcutter nodded, "maybe!"
Yang Xuan smiled: "what are the conditions?"
"One hundred Huitian pills, plus shadow measuring method and side circumference straightening method."
Yang Xuan didn''t speak, but looked at the old man strangely and looked at the old man inexplicably.
After a long time, he suddenly said, "yes!"
This time it was the old man''s turn. He didn''t expect Yang Xuan to promise so readily.
As soon as Yang Xuan waved, he threw ten bottles of Huitian pills directly at the old man. This was all his stock. After giving these ten bottles, he only had a few Huitian pills left.
Then he told the old man about photogrammetry and PI.
Obviously, the old man has studied this aspect for a long time and can understand it only once.
After understanding, his eyes to Yang Xuan also changed, full of exclamation.
After leaving the forbidden area, Yang Xuan did not go to the Juling sect, because he had a hunch that even if he searched all the books in the Juling sect library, he might not get any information from them.
Originally, he wanted to see bandit Shuai, but he thought about it. Even if he saw bandit Shuai at this time, I''m afraid it won''t help.
After returning to Qingxue City, he suddenly found that he didn''t know what to do.
The clue of the spirit stone has been broken, and there may not be any new clues for the time being. Does he really want to dig out those diamonds and jade and open a jewelry store?
Walking aimlessly in the street of Qingxue City, watching the bustling crowd at the dawn of lights, he inexplicably remembered a poem:
Be a stranger in a foreign land alone.
Now, isn''t he alone in a foreign land?
Shaking his head, he turned suddenly and disappeared into the crowd.
When it reappeared, it was outside Qingxue city.
When the golden light flashed, Yang Xuan rose into the sky and cut through the night sky.
Target: Yan Guo.
Along the way, Yang Xuan didn''t stop at all. A few days later, he reached the territory of the state of Yan.
Taiping City was far away, and a smile appeared on Yang Xuan''s face.
The small Taiping City retains many of his memories.
When he was outside the city, he had already landed down. After finding a bad horse at random, he rode to Taiping City.
Taiping City has changed a lot. Apart from anything else, the tall city gate is no less than Yanjing city. Not to mention the two lines of soldiers waiting outside the city gate, it adds a bit of dignity.
"Someone dismounts. This is the hometown of the national protection master Yang. Anyone entering the city must dismount and walk." a group of soldiers saw Yang Xuan riding over and pointed their long guns at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan was stunned. When did Taiping City have this rule? Why doesn''t he know?
But this is not the time to ask.
After dismounting, he entered the city.
As soon as he entered the city, Yang Xuan also sighed that this is no longer the Taiping City in his memory. There are many shops on both sides of the street, banners are waving, and pedestrians are bustling, but it is orderly and prosperous.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" a fierce drink came from behind him, and then a team of people rushed over directly.
Yang Xuan frowned slightly and suddenly stretched out a hand to pull him aside.
The team roared past, and even several vendors were knocked down because they couldn''t dodge.
"Hoo - you''re not dying."
Yang Xuan frowned and looked at the man who pulled him.
The man was a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe. At this time, he was staring at Yang Xuan with his eyes.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "thank you, brother. I don''t know who those people were just now?"
The scribe shook his head and said, "in this Taiping City, can anyone dare to rush like this? Of course it''s the Yang family."
Yang Xuan was slightly stunned, and there was a haze in his heart: "is it a disciple of the Yang family?"
The scholar shook his head and said, "it''s the servant of the Yang family."
Yang Xuan was stunned again: "the servant of the Yang family?"
The scribe nodded: "most of the direct disciples of the Yang family have gone to Yanjing City, and only a few people remain here. Most of them are collateral children and some servants, guarding master Yang''s hometown."
"They bully the market like this, no one cares?"
The scribe looked at Yang Xuan like a fool: "you''re from outside? Who dares to take care of it? Two days ago, the new leader of Taiping City was pulled out and beaten because he didn''t visit at the first time. Who dares to make a noise?"
Yang Xuan was silent. He really didn''t think of how long it took. He didn''t think that the foundation of the Yang family had rotted like this?
After a while, he asked, "the disciples of the Yang family don''t care about these servants?"
The scholar sneered and said, "maybe the Yang disciples in Yanjing city are better, but those in Taiping City... Ha ha."
The scribe didn''t finish, but Yang Xuan understood.
The roots of the Yang family are rotten.
The strong rise of Yang Xuan and the explosive growth of the Yang family are not surprising. After all, the inside information is too shallow.
The scribe then said, "in fact, the direct generation disciples of the Yang family are better. Although they are arrogant and domineering on weekdays, they are reasonable and won''t bully others, but the collateral children of the Yang family are not like this. Alas..."
Yang Xuan understood that the direct descendants of the Yang family had not yet broken away from the shackles of the Yang family''s senior management and knew how to abide by the rules, but the collateral children had no such constraints. Once the Yang family gained power, the chickens and dogs rose to heaven. Yang Xuan could imagine how many people, distant relatives of the Yang family who might not even be able to beat eight poles, were fooling under the banner of the Yang family.
If this continues, I''m afraid the Yang family will not be far from extinction in a few years.
Thinking of this, he didn''t want to stay any longer. He thanked the scribe and turned away.
Along the way, the Taiping City in his memory has long disappeared. Instead, it is a magnificent and prosperous Taiping City.
Passing by a shop, he suddenly showed a smile on his face, and some pictures in his memory came into his mind.
Huangji ready-made clothes.
I didn''t expect that Huang Ji''s ready-made clothes are still in Taiping City today.
I don''t know. How''s the boss? He thought with a smile. He made a big hole in other people''s shops that day.
"Bang!"
Just when Yang Xuan thought like this, a loud noise came. Then, a figure flew out of the gate of Huangji ready-made clothes and fell in front of Yang Xuan.
Huh?
Yang Xuan was stunned and felt that history was repeating itself.