[Fantasy] The Song of the Six Dynasties (Complete) - 34

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Chapter Three:

Stepping into the clothing store with the resolve to be ripped off, Cheng Zongyang was still deeply shocked by the prices. A shirt cost ten strings of cash—a full ten thousand copper coins; a pair of trousers cost eight strings of cash—a full eight thousand copper coins—and that was the cheapest kind.

Cheng Zongyang gritted his teeth and bought the cheapest shirt, his heart bleeding with worry. He had brought one thousand gold coins, one thousand silver coins, and ten strings of copper coins as change with him. This amount of money would be enough to build a considerable fortune anywhere in the Six Dynasties. But in this dilapidated town of Canglan, it probably wouldn't even last five people a month.

Putting on the thin shirt, Cheng Zongyang steeled himself and decided to buy a knife from the weapons shop as a backup. In places like this, self-defense was paramount; this was money he couldn't skimp on.

Upon entering the weapons shop, he saw the walls covered with various weapons. With Cheng Zongyang's current discerning eye, he could immediately tell that these weapons were all top-quality sharp weapons, some even of exceptional quality, worthy of being called famous swords and knives elsewhere.

According to Canglan's prices, a steamed bun costs 150 coins, and a shirt costs 10,000 coins. Cheng Zongyang didn't dare ask about the prices of the weapons. Pointing to the most ordinary steel knife in the corner, he asked, "How much is this knife?"

"Twenty coins."

Cheng Zongyang turned his head. "How much?"

The shopkeeper said impatiently, "This pile is all twenty coins. Over there are fifty coins. The ones on the wall start at two hundred coins."

Cheng Zongyang looked up at the pile of "two hundred coins" weapons, then pointed to the waist knife on top and asked, "How about this knife?"

The shopkeeper casually uttered a number: "Five hundred coins."

Cheng Zongyang swallowed hard. The knife was jet black, and the hemp rope wrapped around the hilt had long since rotted away. Obviously, no one had maintained it since it entered the shop, but the blade still faintly gleamed with a bluish light. Judging by its weight alone, it was a famous knife made of extraordinary materials. Back in Lin'an, that Dragon-Slaying Saber cost a string of cash just for a glance, and Lin Chong bought it for a full thousand strings—enough to give one to everyone in the Xingyue Lake camp.

Cheng Zongyang slapped down five silver coins, "I'll take it!"

The shopkeeper took off the saber, casually tossed it on the counter, and acted as if he couldn't be bothered to look at him again.

Cheng Zongyang came out carrying the knife, beaming, and said, "Look at this knife! Guess how much it costs!"

Xiao Zi said, "Three hundred—copper coins."

"Three hundred? Are you kidding me! Look at the blade, it's worth at least five hundred strings of cash!"

"That's the price outside,"

Xiao Zi laughed. "In town, it's only worth three hundred copper coins."

Cheng Zongyang asked in astonishment, "Why?"

"Boss Cheng, you're so stupid. These weapons were left behind by people who broke into Taiquan. The townspeople picked them up for free. Besides, these weapons all have owners, and taking them outside might cause trouble, so they can only be used in Taiquan. I don't know which sucker would be willing to spend five hundred copper coins to buy them."

Cheng Zongyang snatched the knife and slung it at his waist, grumbling, "I have money! I'm willing!"

As he continued to look, Cheng Zongyang realized that the brat was right. The cheapest things in town were indeed all kinds of weapons. Exchanging a steamed bun for three good knives was not a myth in Canglan Town.

"I wonder how Little Fox and the others are doing."

Cheng Zongyang gazed at the bamboo bridge at the town entrance. "They haven't come out yet. Could something have happened to them?"

"Don't worry, Wu Er will carry them out."

"With Wu Er's character?"

Cheng Zongyang was a thousand times skeptical. "I'd never believe he'd be so loyal!"

Though he said that, seeing Xiao Zi's smiling expression, Cheng Zongyang asked somewhat uneasyly, "You brat, what do you know now?"

Xiao Zi smiled and said, "The two of them made a bet yesterday, and Little Fox lost, owing Wu twenty copper coins."

Cheng Zongyang's face darkened. If Wu Er had lost the bet, he might have just abandoned Little Fox in some ravine. Now that Little Fox had lost, Wu Er would do anything to carry him out so he could pay off his debt.

He didn't need to worry about those two. As for whether Old Man Zhu was alive or dead, Cheng Zongyang couldn't be bothered with that.

A group of men approached noisily, most of them bearing injuries like Cheng Zongyang, clearly having suffered in the thick fog. Having finally reached Canglan Town, their expressions were filled with the exhilaration of escaping death. The townspeople, seeing these men eagerly searching for treasure, showed little emotion, though occasionally a hint of schadenfreude flickered in their eyes.

Seeing Xiao Zi's eyes darting around, seemingly plotting something, Cheng Zongyang quickly pulled her away to prevent the brat from causing any trouble. ...

The main street of Canglan Town was less than a mile long; one could walk back and forth in the time it takes to pee. The houses along the street, though somewhat dilapidated, still

possessed a certain dignity. Further southeast, the houses became increasingly run-down, some even lacking doors, overgrown with weeds—no wonder they were considered run-down. But even the most run-down houses displayed a few "treasures" unearthed from the Taiquan Ancient Array in front of their doors, perfectly embodying the essence of living off the land.

Cheng Zongyang suddenly stopped and looked at a stall next to him. The building was made of bamboo and looked quite old, crooked and seemingly ready to be blown down by a gust of wind. The building had no door, because the door panel had been removed and propped up with a few stones to serve as a table, on which were placed a few clay figurines.

Cheng Zongyang's gaze, however, was fixed on the door panel. Only a few items were displayed on that door panel, the other half of which was a signboard. Because it was written with reed ash mixed with water, the handwriting looked somewhat blurry and unclear, but it read: "Our business: Selling: Hetu, Luoshu, Wordless Heavenly Book, Qilin, Xiezhi, Spirit Turtle, Dragon Horse, White Fish, Red Carp, White Snake (slaying service), Jiahe (nine ears of grain), Ruimai (three branches), One-eyed Stone Man (burying and digging service), Yellow Silk Book (stuffing fish belly service), Yellow Bird Flag, etc."

Agents: Writing petitions for the throne, imitating fox calls, transmitting imperial edicts, erecting abdication altars, releasing auspicious clouds (seven-colored), formulating prophecies (including dissemination and explanation), associating place names with reality, observing stars and qi (vital energy), interpreting characters, composing and disseminating nursery rhymes, compiling genealogies (tracing back to Pangu). Cosmetic procedures: Double pupils, protruding forehead, four nipples, arm length (to the knee), symmetrical ribs, parallel teeth, sun-shaped eyebrows, square eyes, hand and foot lines forming characters (artistic seal script), removing black or red moles from various parts of the body, etc.

Custom orders and repairs accepted: Imperial seals, imperial crowns and robes, imperial edicts, etc.

Presiding over: Founding ceremonies, enthronement ceremonies, imperial sacrifices, feudal system establishment, etc.

Prenatal education: Ensuring a pregnancy period extended by fourteen to forty-eight months, birth with speech, and birth accompanied by red light and a unique fragrance, etc.

Other services include the appearance of auspicious stars, the emergence of auspicious clouds, the soaring of imperial aura, the emergence of a black dragon from the water, the phoenix's cry on Mount Qi, the white rainbow piercing the sun, and the descent of sweet dew to the earth…

Cheng Zongyang looked up, “Is the boss in?”

He didn’t dare to speak too loudly, afraid of shaking the house behind him. The bamboo hut was quiet, without the slightest sound.

“Is the boss in?”

After asking several times, a neighbor lazily replied, “Old Xu went to eat.”

“May I ask, brother, which restaurant?”

“Which restaurant?”

The neighbor chuckled and pointed to the river, “Over there!”

The small river beside the town was only a few feet wide. A new embankment had been built on the riverbank, and the water inside had been washed away. A thin man was bent over, catching fish in the mud.

Several six- or seven-year-old children nearby were throwing mud at him while shouting, "Skinny Xu! Shameless! You stole our fish!"

Skinny Xu, bare-legged, had his pants pulled up in his hands, the legs tied up to make a pocket. He picked up small fish wriggling in the mud and tossed them into his pants, saying, "Who stole your fish? You little brats only know how to play around. Do you even know how to cook fish? Let me tell you, fish isn't fresh once it dies. It tastes best when it's freshly caught and cooked! Hurry up and gather firewood! Once it's cooked, each of you will get one..."

"Eating fish from the river will make you stupid, we won't eat them!"

said the skinny man surnamed Xu. "That's nonsense! I've been eating them for decades, and I'm perfectly fine!"

"Skinny Xu will become stupid from eating fish!"

Skinny Xu pretended to hit him, and the children scattered, shouting, "Skinny Xu will become stupid! Skinny Xu will become stupid!"

Skinny Xu said sullenly, "These little brats..."

Cheng Zongyang stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "May I ask if you are Mr. Xu?"

Skinny Xu blinked, "You are..."

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said, "We are from out of town. We saw Mr. Xu's sign and came here."

"Oh!"

Skinny Xu got up and went ashore, then remembered that he hadn't put on his pants yet. He held onto the few small fish in his pants, reluctant to throw them away. Finally, he slipped into the grass, pulled his robe to cover himself, and poured the fish onto the bank before quickly pulling up his pants.

He washed the mud off his hands in the river, smoothed his disheveled hair, straightened his clothes, and then calmly stepped ashore. Before speaking, he laughed heartily twice, then politely cupped his hands in greeting. "So you are distinguished guests from afar. Today happens to be the auspicious day of the once-in-a-millennium birth of the Taiquan Divine Fish. You two have come at a fortunate time."

Cheng Zongyang and Xiao Zi exchanged a glance, and he continued eloquently, "This fish takes three thousand years to gestate, three thousand years to grow, three thousand years to mature, and a thousand years to be edible." "Though the Spring God Fish is too small to fit in your hand, it nurtures the essence of heaven and earth for millennia. If cooked with fine wine, eating one can grant a lifespan of a hundred years, three can grant a thousand years, and eating one a day can make one live as long as heaven and earth, and shine as brightly as the sun and moon..."

Cheng Zongyang initially listened attentively with a smile, but seeing that this man was talking incessantly, seemingly without stopping until nightfall, he quickly interrupted him, "My surname is Cheng, may I ask your name, sir?"

The skinny Xu smiled slightly, "My surname is Xu, my courtesy name is Junfang, and my given name is Fu."

Xu Fu?

Looking at this eloquent but pale-faced master, Cheng Zongyang's expression was priceless. This was the world's greatest conman! Why didn't you go to Japan and stay in Canglan to do business?

Seeing his expression, Xu Junfang smiled slightly and casually asked, "I wonder if you two have come to buy the stone figure or to commission the Imperial Seal of the State?"

Cheng Zongyang asked, "The elixir of immortality—do you have that?"

Xu Junfang laughed and said, "Young master, you are so young, why are you seeking the art of immortality? Don't you see that there are immortals who live on the wind and dew, flying in broad daylight, yet when the great calamity comes, they will all perish? Even immortals are subject to this, how can mortals achieve immortality?" "

Didn't you just mention that Taiquan Divine Fish, that eating one bite grants one the same lifespan as heaven and earth?"

Xu Junfang said without blinking, "Indeed! But to eat this fish and seek immortality, it must be cooked with celestial nectar. Celestial nectar is the essence of heaven and earth, appearing only once every ten thousand years, and is extremely rare for mortals to witness. Alas, alas!"

"However..."

Xu Junfang's tone suddenly shifted, and he said mysteriously, "While I don't possess the elixir of immortality, I do know a little about where it can be found. Just ten strings of cash... no! One string of copper coins! I'll present it to you immediately."

As he spoke, Xu Junfang's eyes lit up as he watched the young man take out a gleaming gold coin. He quickly reached out to take it, but the young man took it back.

Cheng Zongyang held the gold coin between his fingers, smiling, and said, "Is the place you're talking about Fusang?"

Xu Junfang coughed awkwardly twice, his voice lacking confidence, and whispered, "How did you know, young master?"

"Alright,"

Cheng Zongyang said, "You don't need to go all the way to Fusang. Just show us the way—to the Taiquan Ancient Array."

Xu Junfang's face changed color, and he shook his head, saying, "No! No! Who wants to go to that godforsaken place?"

"One gold coin a day,"

Cheng Zongyang tossed the gleaming gold coin in his hand.

Xu Junfang's eyes widened immediately. After a moment, he swallowed hard. "Lead the way, right? Alright!"

Cheng Zong raised his hand and tossed over the gold coin. Xu Junfang reached out to catch it, but a small hand reached out from the side and gently caught the gold coin in its palm.

A smile bloomed on Xiao Zi's lips as she softly asked, "Have you ever been inside the Taiquan Ancient Formation?"

Meeting Xiao Zi's bright gaze, Xu Junfang's expression became somewhat dazed. He blinked hard before perking up. "As for the Taiquan Ancient Formation, no one in the entire Canglan Town knows it better than me. Eight out of ten people who go to Taiquan only manage to wander around the outside. I even crossed the fourth level's Bewildering Bridge back in the day. If you want to go in, you'd better buy a few copies of the Hetu—once the Hetu appears, the world is at peace. It's an essential treasure for entering the Taiquan Ancient Formation! All the copies sold in my shop are genuine, with Fuxi's autograph on them. Each one costs only one gold coin..."

Xiao Zi's beautiful eyes sparkled with a gentle light. "I hate being cheated the most," she said.

Xu Junfang's eyes twitched slightly, as if he was trying his best to get rid of something. Finally, he said dejectedly, "Cost price, thirty-five coins. If you dare to cheat me, I'll jump into the river and turn into a turtle—okay?"

Xiao Zi smiled slightly and tossed him the gold coin. "Then we'll take two books. Find us a place to stay first."

Xu Junfang breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes showing a hint of apprehension as he looked at Xiao Zi. However, seeing the gold coin in his hand, his expression immediately changed to one of delight. He picked up the coin, took a bite, and his eyes lit up. "Why look for an inn! You can stay in my house. If you think it's too crowded, I'll move out!"

"Forget it,"

Cheng Zongyang said. "Your house is so crumbling, it'd collapse if you sneezed. What inns are there in town? Let's find one to look at."

Xu Junfang slipped on his shoes. "Okay!"

"There are five or six inns in Canglan Town, with a total of seventeen or eighteen rooms. Not many people come to town usually, so it's enough for them. The price isn't expensive either, one hundred coins per night."

Xu Junfang hadn't thrown away those "Taiquan Divine Fish" yet; he strung them together with a willow twig and carried them in his hand. Having just sold two copies of the River Map to Xiao Zi at cost price, Xu the Great Deceiver had dropped his fake sales pitch and his tone became much more casual. Although he was a bit of a chatterbox, he wasn't a bad person. He knew Canglan Town like the back of his hand, and it didn't take him long to lead the two to an inn. He said familiarly, "Old Cheng, what do you think of this one? It's the best in town!"

Xu Junfang patted the bed frame and said proudly, "Look at this bed, not a single leg is missing!"

Cheng Zongyang grinned. Even in a remote place like Yunzhou, this "superior room" was only the standard for porters' lodging. Even if that brat didn't say anything, Xuexue's glare alone was enough to make him look bad.

"Is there any better lodging?"

"Yes. But the price will be exorbitant, at least one guan per night."

"One guan it is."

Xu Junfang paused for a moment, then laughed, "I've met a big spender. Gentlemen, follow me!"

Xu Junfang didn't walk down the main street, but instead went around the back of the house, through the fence, over the ditch, and after a long, winding walk, he pointed to a cluster of houses in the distance and said, "Old Cheng, what do you think? Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy yourself? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video Fan Bingbing's lower body real state molded into a highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... well-proportioned, irresistible! Click to enter?"

Having grown accustomed to the bamboo houses and thatched huts of Canglan Town, Cheng Zongyang was somewhat unaccustomed to seeing the courtyard that was six or seven tenths new in front of him. "There are actually brick and tile houses in the town?"

"It's just a layer of bricks on the outside, and the inside is all stone. The town can't make bricks, so they're all brought in from outside. It cost a lot of money to wrap this layer of bricks,"

Xu Junfang muttered, half envious and half disdainful. "Who told these outsiders to be so rich?"

"Outsiders?"

"Don't even mention you're new here. Even if you've lived in town for a year or two, as long as you're from out of town, you still won't understand the ways of the town."

Xu Junfang said, "There are about a thousand permanent residents in Canglan Town. About half of them are native Canglan people like me. The other half are people who came to Taiquan from elsewhere but couldn't leave. They're not locals, and they're not outsiders who come and go. The town calls them outsiders."

A steamed bun costs 150 coins, and a quick-cooking knife costs 20 coins. It really takes courage to stay in this place permanently. If it were up to me, I'd rather live in Lin'an or Jiankang. Cheng Zongyang asked, "Why do they stay in town and don't want to leave?"

"It's not that they don't want to leave. It's that

they can't leave," Xu Junfang replied. "Don't think I'm exaggerating: of the ten people who go into the Taiquan Ancient Formation, six won't come out. Of the four who do come out, at least three will be missing an arm or a leg. And the last one, even if they're not missing anything, might inexplicably be cursed by the Taiquan Ancient Formation and have to stay there for life."

Cheng Zongyang and Xiao Zi exchanged a glance, then laughed, "This is getting more and more mystical. The Taiquan Ancient Formation has a curse?"

“Not many people outside know about this; only the people in our town know the inside story,”

Xu Junfang said. “Did you see that misty fog? Some lucky ones came out of the Taiquan Ancient Formation unscathed, maybe even finding some treasures, thinking they could make a fortune once they got out. But when they encountered the misty fog outside, their true energy was drained. No matter how high their skill level, they couldn't last long. In the blink of an eye, they lost all their cultivation and became crippled. If they stayed any longer, they would die.”

Xiao Zi blinked and asked, “Could it be that they were accidentally poisoned?”

Xu Junfang shook his head vigorously. “It wasn't poisoning, nor was it any injury. They looked perfectly fine from the outside; you couldn't tell at all. Only when they encountered the misty fog did they realize who was unlucky. It's strange, though. As long as they stayed in town and didn't touch the misty fog, nothing happened. Everyone says there's a curse inside; those chosen by the Taiquan Ancient Formation have to stay in town and be buried with it.”

"You're giving me goosebumps,"

Cheng Zongyang joked, then asked, "Isn't there any other way to get out?"

Xu Junfang shook his head. "Those who can come to Canglan are no ordinary people. These outsiders have been in Canglan for decades, some for five or six years at the shortest. They've tried every method imaginable, but none of them have made it out. Quite a few have died in the miasma."

Xu Junfang continued, "Back then, the head of the Wanyao Hall didn't enjoy his good life. He came to the Taiquan Ancient Formation to search for some Jade Camphor Tree, and ended up taking dozens of people in, only to... " Four or five survived. The Master of the Myriad Medicines Hall was lucky; he actually managed to find one, and was overjoyed. When it was time to leave Canglan, all the other disciples had gone out, but the Master of the Myriad Medicines Hall was the one who fell victim to the curse. Relying on his profound cultivation and a large quantity of pills, he tried to force his way out. As a result, someone entered Canglan the following year and retrieved his body. After that, no one dared to venture out; those cursed stayed obediently in Canglan.

Cheng Zongyang asked, "Since so many people have fallen victim to the curse, have you found any pattern?"

"This is completely unpredictable,"

Xu Junfang said. "Some with lower cultivation levels come to Taiquan four or five times, coming and going without incident. Some with higher cultivation levels fall victim after just one visit; it's hard to say who will be affected."

Cheng Zongyang frowned and thought for a long time, only snapping out of his reverie when Xiao Zi beckoned to him.

"Boss Cheng, what are you thinking about?"

Cheng Zongyang said, "I was thinking, no wonder the Taiquan Ancient Formation has survived until now. Everyone knows there are treasures inside the Taiquan Ancient Formation. Over the years, even the biggest treasures would have been emptied, and even if there were traps blocking them, they would have been trampled flat. How could it still be here? So that's the reason."

Xu Junfang said, "Everyone lives in town. Although they're not from our group and usually keep to themselves, we all make a living in town, so we get along peacefully. It's just that we locals don't interact much with those outsiders."

"Are all the shops in town run by locals?"

“Apart from a few shops run by outsiders, everyone else on the street is a local. However, there’s one business in town that’s monopolized by outsiders—” As they spoke, they reached the courtyard. Xu Junfang rushed in first and said to the waiter, “This is my client, here to explore the trade routes. He needs a superior room!”

Hearing that the guest was a merchant, the waiter immediately became much more enthusiastic. “We have two types of rooms here. The outer rooms cost one guan per day, and the superior rooms in the inner courtyard cost five guan per day. But since you’re a merchant and this is your first time staying in our courtyard, we’ll charge you one guan per day. Is that price reasonable?”

Cheng Zongyang hadn’t expected that a merchant would get a 20% discount. Although it would still be exorbitantly priced outside, it was indeed reasonable in Taiquan. He nodded and said, “Alright! Two quieter rooms, please.”

"Alright! There are two more superior rooms in the inner courtyard! I'll take you two to see them!"

The waiter took the key and eagerly offered to lead the way, but Xu Junfang stopped him. "I'll lead you there. Mr. Cheng has had a long journey, so please don't bother us unless it's necessary."

Although the waiter was reluctant, he had no choice but to hand over the key to Xu Junfang, since they were customers he had brought.

As Xu Junfang led the two inside, he whispered, "The town welcomes traveling merchants the most and looks down on treasure hunters the most. The town's food and clothing all depend on traveling merchants, but unfortunately, the fog is too thick, so only a few come throughout the year. As for treasure hunters, they either get lost in the Taiquan Ancient Formation or leave after just one trip, with no repeat customers. The townspeople are eager to squeeze every last penny out of them."

Cheng Zongyang nodded repeatedly. "I see. Don't worry, with my demeanor, I won't give myself away as a merchant!"

Stepping into the courtyard, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The houses in the courtyard were far from luxurious, but they were worlds apart from the inns in town.

Xu Junfang said, "Qifeng Courtyard has twenty or thirty guest rooms. In the past, traveling merchants from outside stayed in town, but since Qifeng Courtyard was built, they have gradually moved in here. We do more business with these outsiders. Seven or eight years ago, a steamed bun in town only cost fifty coins, but now it has risen to one hundred and fifty. Life is getting harder and harder for the locals."

Xiao Zi, holding Xue Xue, followed Cheng Zongyang like a well-behaved little maid. Suddenly, she raised her head, a glint of light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Qifeng Courtyard has three courtyards, with the first two being guest rooms. The three of them were in the inner courtyard at the moment. As soon as they entered the courtyard gate, they saw a fiery red figure upstairs—the woman they had caught a glimpse of in the thick fog.

The woman held her head high with haughty pride, her profile sculpted with sharp, perfect features. Her fiery red dress billowed as she moved, the sleeves, hem, and sash fluttering, subtly shimmering with gold-embroidered flame patterns. She was like a dazzling phoenix, impossible to ignore. She glanced indifferently at Cheng Zongyang and the others before slipping into the room.

Cheng Zongyang said calmly, “Master Xu, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? We’ll rest for a while, and you can fill your stomach before heading to town.”

Xu Junfang cupped his hands in greeting. “Please rest here, gentlemen. I’ll take my leave now.”

His manners and bearing were impeccable, though he was still carrying the string of small fish, and mud inevitably splashed onto his sleeves when he cupped his hands—but the amount of mud on his robes was barely noticeable.

Upon entering, Cheng Zongyang put down the luggage he had snatched from the mule's back, placed one of the iron boxes far away on the table, and then flopped onto the bed, yelling, "You brat! Come and massage my back and warm the bed!"

Xiao Zi laughed, "Xuexue, bite him."

The little bastard immediately bared its teeth and claws, ready to pounce on Cheng Zongyang.

Cheng Zongyang shouted, "You little bastard! Are you looking for death!"

Although he said that, he immediately got up. Being bitten by this little bastard, although it didn't hurt much, the consequences were far more serious than the pain itself.

Cheng Zongyang kicked off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed. "You brat, when you glanced upstairs just now, were you plotting something?"

"Guess?"

Cheng Zongyang said, "What did you see in her?"

Xiao Zi laughed, "Of course, it's her as a person."

Cheng Zongyang whistled, "How come you think the same thing as me? You brat, stop beating around the bush! Let me tell you, ever since I've been with you, I feel like my IQ is constantly failing me."

"You big dummy. Did you see what she was wearing around her neck?"

Cheng Zongyang thought for a moment, "Where? Her neck is empty, where would she be wearing anything?"

"Inside her clothes."

Xiao Zi stopped teasing him, "An amber."

Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief, "Amber? There's plenty of that. If you like, I'll buy you two pounds to smash around with!"

"It's sky blue."

"Who are you kidding?"

Cheng Zongyang looked incredulous, "Where in the world is sky blue amber?"

“Azure Amber,”

Xiao Zi said. “Normally, amber is yellow, but this kind of amber is said to be formed from the blood of a celestial dragon, its color is like sky blue. It’s even rarer than Dragon Eye Jade.”

“You brat, it’s not good to try to take other people’s things. Besides, what do you want this thing for?”

“Just for fun.”

Cheng Zongyang was discouraged. “You can play with it. Hey! Take that little bastard away!”

Xiao Zi made a face, then flicked her finger. The iron box on the table in the distance clicked open, followed by a screeching sound.

The iron box was only two feet long, one foot wide, and less than half a foot high. It was filled with thick cotton, which could absorb shock and sound.

The iron box was divided into four layers, each layer into nine small compartments in a grid pattern. In each compartment was a refined steel billet, and next to each billet was a small tool turning.

Accompanied by the screeching sound, the tool carved grooves, teeth, and axle holes into the steel billet little by little. The tools varied, but were all extremely hard, some even made of coral iron. Hard steel billets were like soft clay under these even harder tools, sculpted bit by bit.

This was the "factory" that the girl carried with her. Each tool seemed simple, but in fact, they possessed a level of craftsmanship no less than that of a skilled artisan—each tool contained a replaceable piece of dragon's eye jade, driven by the spirits within. This iron box was exceptionally sturdy; whether on ordinary walks or in the dead of night, the tools tirelessly sculpted the parts, never showing any fatigue or slackening.

Just then, a screw the size of a soybean was sculpted. The file-like tool removed the completed screw, took out another steel billet, and continued sculpting and grinding.

Every time Cheng Zongyang saw this box, he felt uneasy—no one would feel comfortable living under the same roof as dozens of spirit slaves.

In Chapter Four,

Xiao Zi took out the completed parts one by one. For some tools that were progressing slowly, she simply wiped away the Yin spirits within the Dragon Eye Jade with her small hand, then took out another one from the Dulu Nandan Demon Bell and added it to it.

As far as Cheng Zongyang knew, that brat had taken no less than three thousand Yin spirits at a time from the wounded soldiers' camp of the Song army, making it perfect for running this kind of slave factory where no blood or sweat was ever seen.

Cheng Zongyang craned his neck to look, "How much longer?"

Xiao Zi was quite dissatisfied with the progress, pouting, "One or two months."

Cheng Zongyang clicked his tongue in admiration twice, then said, "Old Kuang bought all the dragon eye jade for you. It cost me so much money, if you make something that looks like a dead old man, I'll laugh my head off."

"You'd better watch your chin."

Xiao Zi wrinkled her nose, "Don't scare it off."

After a few more jokes, Cheng Zongyang raised an eyebrow, "The one surnamed Xu is here."

Thinking of Xu Junfang's signboard, Xiao Zi couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, "Boss Cheng, why did you choose him?"

"The reason is simple—do you think any of the businesses on his signboard will actually come to him?"

"Only a fool would fall for that."

"That's right. Anyone who comes to Canglan is definitely not a fool, it would be a miracle if he got any business. Not a single business, he must be the cheapest guide in the entire Canglan town."

“His cultivation is so low, he can’t even beat Xuexue,”

Xiao Zi said, patting Xuexue’s two little front paws as she laughed. “It’ll be fun if he can’t get in.”

The door opened softly twice, and Xu Junfang called from outside, “Is Young Master Cheng there?”

Cheng Zongyang opened the door. “Brother Xu, you’re so quick!”

“A few fish, why would it take half an hour to eat?”

Xu Junfang, seeing business, was quite pleased with himself. “Where would Young Master Cheng like to go?”

Cheng Zongyang turned to Xiao Zi and asked, “What do you think?”

Xiao Zi said, “I’m so sleepy, I want to sleep.”

Cheng Zongyang knew she was after the woman upstairs, so he glared at her and warned, “Don’t do anything reckless. Let’s finish our business first.”

"I know."

Cheng Zongyang and Xu Junfang went out together, and as they walked, Cheng Zongyang asked, "Where is the Taiquan Ancient Formation?"

Xu Junfang pointed and said, "It's to the east, about two miles away."

Cheng Zongyang raised his eyebrows. Canglan Canyon wasn't very big, and two miles away was almost the edge of the misty miasma. Could the Taiquan Ancient Formation be that small?

Xu Junfang said, "The Taiquan Ancient Formation is different from other places. It can only be entered at midnight every five days. Going now would be pointless. We might as well stroll around the town first."

The priority right now is to meet up with Wu Er and the little fox. There's no rush to investigate the Taiquan Ancient Formation. As Cheng Zongyang walked, he said, "I've heard that the things inside the Taiquan Ancient Formation are endless. The people of Canglan Town even use things dug out of the ancient formation to build houses. Is that true?"

"Yes,"

Xu Junfang said, "See that courtyard wall? It's built with things from the Taiquan Ancient Formation."

Cheng Zongyang looked up and saw an abandoned house with vines climbing the walls. He could vaguely see that the stones used to build the walls were high-quality marble.

Cheng Zongyang looked back at the direction of the Taiquan Ancient Formation. "That place doesn't look very big. Has it not been moved yet?"

Xu Junfang laughed. "Newcomers all have this question, thinking the Taiquan Ancient Formation is much smaller than they imagined. But you don't know, young master, the Taiquan Ancient Formation isn't on the ground, it's underground."

"Is that so?"

Xu Junfang said, "Legend has it that the Taiquan Ancient Formation has 29 levels and 18 layers. Ordinary people only wander around the first few levels, hoping to find some treasure. From the third level onwards, fewer people go in. Over the years, most of the treasures outside have been taken. To find anything truly good, you have to cross the Naihe Bridge on the third level."

"The Bewitching Bridge, the Naihe Bridge—are there many rivers in the Taiquan Ancient Formation? So many bridges?"

Xu Junfang shook his head repeatedly. "Although there are rivers in the Taiquan Ancient Formation, these bridges aren't built over them. Brother Cheng, you'll know the details once you go in."

Cheng Zongyang asked, "What treasures does the Taiquan Ancient Formation have?"

"Everything!"

Xu Junfang said, "To be honest, most of them are unknown. The most sought-after items are the medicinal herbs inside. All sorts of rare and precious treasures are there! But whether you can find them depends entirely on luck."

He came to the Taiquan Ancient Formation partly to find the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit for the little fox, hoping that the little fox would be lucky enough. He pondered and said, "Are there many red stones inside the Taiquan Ancient Formation?"

Xu Junfang thought for a while, "This... I haven't noticed it yet."

The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at the town. Cheng Zongyang suddenly asked, "How's business, Brother Xu?"

Xu Junfang nodded, his expression unchanged, and said, "

It's alright." "Really?"

Cheng Zongyang was utterly incredulous. "Anyone buying the one-eyed stone figure?"

"Of course!"

Xu Junfang pointed to the dazzling array of stalls on the street, a hint of pride in his voice. "Aren't those all made by you?"

Cheng Zongyang's mouth dropped open. Only then did he realize that those tattered dolls were all the work of Xu the Great Conman. "You made them all? What do you mean by 'digging and burying'?"

Xu Junfang lowered his voice and said, "Many people come to the Taiquan Ancient Formation to search for treasure, but very few actually find anything. Going back empty-handed is bound to be laughed at, so some people buy a few things outside and pretend they found them themselves. Outsiders don't understand; they see things that are too new and assume they're fake—but they're all stones from the Taiquan Ancient Formation. What's the difference? I have no choice but to bury them in the ground first, and then dig them up when they're old."

Xu the Great Conman's line of work sounds so familiar... He should have realized this sooner. If Xu Da couldn't sell a single item, he would have starved to death long ago; where would he find the energy to boast?

Cheng Zongyang stopped. "Forget about these treasures. Do you sell medicinal herbs?"

"Yes! Follow me!"...

Canglan Town only had two decent streets, one running north-south and one running east-west. The east-west street was occupied by various shops, while the north-south street led to a back alley at the back of the town. Because the town's buildings were not planned at all, once you left the main street, there was no concept of roads. You could walk anywhere there was open space, in front of or behind houses. If he hadn't been following Xu Junfang, a local who knew the way, he probably would have lost his bearings long ago.

The shade of the trees grew thicker as they moved north. It was the height of May, and walking under the shade brought a touch of coolness to the sweltering heat. After a short while, Xu Junfang led Cheng Zongyang to a back alley.

The alley was only about a meter wide, with seven or eight fruit stalls on both sides. To Cheng Zongyang's surprise, behind each fruit stall sat a heavily made-up woman. Their clothes varied, but they all wore brightly colored, low-cut tops that reached their chests, with either a slanted triangular scarf or a short, narrow tube skirt that exposed their fair waists and legs.

The fruit was laid out on the ground, while the women sat on waist-high wooden stools, posing seductively for passing customers, occasionally calling out in a coquettish voice: "Sir, come and try some, my fruit is the most delicious!"

"My fruit is as sweet as honey, cheap and delicious!"

"The best fruit is two coins each, buy a basket and get two free."

Wooden clogs were placed next to the stools. If a customer had chosen their fruit, they would get off the stool, put on the clogs barefoot, fill a bamboo basket with the fruit, and hand it to the customer. The customers, under the guise of paying, touched their hands and rubbed against them, yet the women remained unperturbed, their smiles radiant.

It was the first time Cheng Zongyang had ever seen women dressed so provocatively in the Six Dynasties period, and he was momentarily stunned. This scene stirred memories within him; the scantily clad, flamboyantly made-up fruit vendors seemed both familiar and strange in this desolate town.

Standing at the alley entrance, Cheng Zongyang felt as if he had crossed the line between reality and fantasy.

Suddenly, a suggestive voice rang out beside him. Xu Junfang said, "These are all Canglan specialties. Would Young Master Cheng like to buy some to try?"

Cheng Zongyang snapped out of his daze. Without a doubt, Xu the conman had mistaken him for a lecherous man. He shook his head with a wry smile, banishing the memory, and asked, "Do they sell medicinal herbs here too?"

"Just past this alley, that's where they sell medicinal herbs."

"Is that how they sell medicinal herbs too?"

"No, only these fruits are sold by the girls."

Xu Junfang said, "I was just saying, there's a business in town that's monopolized by outsiders, and that's these fruit girls."

Cheng Zongyang looked at the fruits, "Such good fruit, why is it sold in a back alley?"

“It’s a long story. Those outsiders were trapped in town and couldn’t leave, with no way to make a living. To make ends meet, some went to Taiquan to collect things to sell. Others picked fruit from the woods, half to fill their stomachs and half to sell for grain. These fruit vendors used to be on the main street, but their clothes made it difficult for other businesses to do business. Later, the locals banded together and drove them to the back alleys. But they’re still a sight to behold in Canglan; people coming to Taiquan always stop by to browse and buy some fresh fruit.”

Cheng Zongyang said, “Then let’s buy a few.”

Xu Junfang took the handful of copper coins Cheng Zongyang pulled out and pointed to the fruit on the stall, saying, “This, this, and this! Two of each, please.”

The woman behind the stall got off the wooden stool, took a bamboo basket, and filled it with fruit one by one, smiling as she said, “Ten pieces of fruit, one bamboo basket, thirty coins in total.”

Xu Junfang didn’t try to take advantage like the other customers; he paid honestly and took the basket. In the trading area, several customers entered the alley. Judging from their clothing, the first few were men from out of town, while the one beside them was a local. The townman whispered a few words to the customers, and the men squatted down to select fruit from the stall. Behind the stall, a fruit vendor swayed her hips on a high stool, seemingly unintentionally spreading her knees.

The men, holding fruit, all stared intently at the alluring view beneath the vendor's skirt, their gazes fixed on her. The townman coughed, and the men snapped out of their reverie, asking, "How much is this fruit?"

The fruit vendor replied sweetly, "Ten coins for five pieces."

One man pulled out ten coins to hand over, but the townman stopped him. The townman chuckled, "That's not how you pay..."

and then whispered a few words in his ear.

The man snapped out of his reverie and quickly pulled a silver coin from his pouch. The fruit vendor's smile grew even brighter. She stepped down from the stool, slipped on her wooden clogs, and squatted in front of her stall, placing the fruit one by one into her basket so they could see it up close. Then she stood up and handed

the basket to him, leaning against the man's arm as she hooked her fingers around his bra, gently pulling it open to reveal her smooth, white cleavage, her eyes filled with seductive allure. Following the guide's instructions, the townsman slipped some silver coins into her bra and casually gave her a grope. The fruit vendor shoved him aside with a laugh, saying sweetly, "Please accept this, sir. Next time you come, I'll have some fine fruit for you to try."

Xu Junfang was a little embarrassed. "These fruit vendors are all outsiders, shameless and flirtatious, making us a laughingstock."

Cheng Zongyang said, "Five fruits cost ten coins each, and seventy-five are only enough for one steamed bun. How else can we survive?"

Xu Junfang looked at him in surprise, pondered for a moment, and then nodded, "Young master is right. We can't blame them; the steamed buns are too expensive."

"Let's go, let's go look at the medicinal herbs."...

The alley selling medicinal herbs wasn't far from the fruit alley. Although business was much worse than in the fruit alley, there were still five or six shops. Cheng Zongyang glanced casually at a nearby stall, and his eyes widened immediately—the stall had a pile of messy plants, each with a medicinal herb name written under it. Under one of the bright red dried fruits, it was clearly written: Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit!

Cheng Zongyang suppressed his excitement and continued reading. The price was only five strings of cash—Cheng Zongyang suddenly realized that the price the dead old bald monk had initially offered wasn't low. If he had known then that the five tattered clothes he was given would be more than enough to exchange for a Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, he would have already made the exchange.

Just as Cheng Zongyang was about to speak, a loud shout suddenly rang out from the end of the alley, "You thief! How dare you steal Second Master's things!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a burly figure appeared at the other end of the alley.

Wu Erlang was shirtless, his shoulders and back muscular, his skin gleaming with a bronze luster, and the black and yellow tiger stripes on his neck bulging, making him look like a ferocious demon. The "thief" in front of him had his head down, wearing a close-fitting jacket, and was carrying a bulging bundle in his hands, running frantically as Wu Erlang chased after him.

Seeing Wu Erlang charging towards them like a demon, the people in the alley quickly scattered, afraid that this Second Master's fists had no eyes and that they would be caught off guard and have nowhere to cry.

The little thief stumbled over, clutching the bundle tightly in his hands. Seeing Wu Erlang closing in, he suddenly lost his footing and fell to the ground. The bundle flew out of his grasp, landing squarely on the ground, completely covering the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Wu Erlang roared, grabbing the little thief by the neck and lifting him high—Cheng Zongyang's jaw nearly dropped—the little thief, though terrified, possessed a face so handsome it was almost unbearable to behold. Who else could it be but that damned fox, Xiao Yaoyi?

Wu Erlang grabbed Xiao Yaoyi by the back of the neck, lifting him more than a meter high, then with a loud thud, slammed his head heavily onto the ground.

Xiao Yaoyi was smashed face-down into the earth, his limbs twitching as if electrocuted.

Wu Erlang wasn't about to let him go. He leaped onto the little fox's back, raising his fist, as big as a large bowl, and slammed it down.

The scene was like a meteorite hitting the earth. Dust billowed through the alley as Wu Erlang's massive fists, accompanied by a deafening roar, relentlessly pounded the ground. The earth caved in visibly, as if struck by a heavy hammer. The little fox lay at the bottom of the pit, emitting pitiful cries.

"You thieving scoundrel! You dare steal my things! Today I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Spare me... I... I'll never do it again... Spare me... Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Wu Erlang's savage rampage in the street, his beastly aura terrifying everyone. Even the bravest dared not approach within ten feet of him. Unfortunately, the stall owner was closest to them, and dirt and pebbles splattered all over his face and body. Terrified, the stall owner scrambled to the side the moment Wu Erlang attacked, trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

The stall owner, his back pressed tightly against the wall, watched as blood gushed from Wu Erlang's fist. He even stood on tiptoe, wishing he could bury his entire body in the crack in the wall behind him.

Xiao Yaoyi's cries grew fainter and fainter, until only his limbs twitched.

Finally, Wu Erlang released his grip, leaving a deep crater half a person's width deep in the ground. Xiao Yaoyi lay at the bottom of the crater, his hair disheveled, his face covered in blood, his life hanging in the balance.

Wu Erlang, holding up his blood-stained hand, pointed at the little thief at the bottom of the crater and cursed viciously, "You scoundrel! How dare you steal my things! You blind dog!"

Wu Erlang cursed a few more times, then grabbed the lump of something the little thief had thrown on the stall—his hand was as big as a fan, and with one swipe, he snatched the "Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit" from it as well.

The stall owner let out a soft "Hey!" and was about to speak when the fierce-looking man turned around like a tiger, grabbed the bundle of clothes, glared at him, and demanded in a loud, menacing voice, "Whose thing is this?"

The stall owner gripped the wall tightly with both hands, desperately trying to hold back his urination, then nodded sharply, without blinking or hesitation, and said, "Yours!"

"Pah!"

Wu Erlang spat viciously into the pit, tucked the bundle of clothes into his waistband with one hand, grabbed Xiao Yaoyi's ankle with the other, dragged him out of the pit like a dead dog, and walked away cursing. Xiao Yaoyi lay sprawled out, blood dripping from his head, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

The stall owner stood on tiptoe against the wall, and after a long while, he quietly let out a breath. The young man who had wanted to ask the price was nowhere to be seen. ...

Wu Erlang carried Xiao Yaoyi to the back of the alley. Seeing that no one was around, the little fox immediately came to life. He got up, wiping the blood off his face while spitting out bloody foam. "Don't use this bird blood next time, it stinks! Give me the fruit right now!"

Wu Erlang covered the bundle of clothes. "It was agreed, five strings of copper coins! If you dare to shortchange me even a penny, I'll never forgive you!"

"Alright! Even a single hair of Master Xiao's wealth is thicker than your waist!"

Xiao Yaoyi snatched the bundle of clothes, shook it out and put it on. Holding the "Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit" in one hand, he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Second Brother, should I eat it raw like this? Or cook it first? Should I slice it or juice it?"

"Second Brother my ass!"

Wu Erlang smacked him on the forehead. "Eat it like this!"

Xiao Yaoyi was a straightforward person. He picked up the "Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit," wiped it on his sleeve, and then took a bite.

Wu Erlang leaned over, "What flavor is it?"

Xiao Yaoyi puffed out his cheeks, crunching as he chewed, and mumbled, "A little spicy..."

Cheng Zongyang came out with his arms crossed, smiling, "Really? It's been sitting for two months, how can it still be spicy?"

Xiao Yaoyi glanced at him, then looked down at the half "Red Sun Sacred Fruit" in his hand and realized what was going on.

"Pah! Pah!"

he spat, cursing, "Damn! It's a radish! A rotten old radish! No wonder it tastes so weird! Wu Er! I can't pay this!"

"Oh! So all that effort you put in earlier was for nothing?"

"I'm a victim too! Who knew the Canglan people were so unethical! They dyed radishes and passed them off as Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit!"

Cheng Zongyang turned his head and said, "Brother Xu, someone's cursing you."

Xu Junfang smiled demurely and calmly said, "Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit and red-skinned radish are both nurtured by heaven and earth, how is that a lie?"

Cheng Zongyang rolled his eyes, "Copper and gold are both from heaven and earth, can I exchange that gold coin for a copper coin for you?"

“Logically, it’s not impossible. But many people are foolish, vying to value gold above all else. Although I know it’s wrong, I can only follow the crowd—” Xu Junfang grabbed Cheng Zongyang’s arm and pleaded, “Please don’t change it, Young Master Cheng!”

Cheng Zongyang removed him from his arm and said, “Let’s get acquainted—this is Xiao Yaoyi, the pretty boy who’s here to freeload. Wu Erlang, our caravan’s top henchman and a first-rate gourmand. This is Xu Junfang, a local from Canglan. Little fox, that old radish version of the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit you just ate was made by Master Xu himself. Besides selling fake medicine, Master Xu also specializes in organizing founding ceremonies, Heavenly Book Fengshan ceremonies, and the like. The world is a bit bad these days, business isn’t too good. If you have any business, you can contact Master Xu more often.”

"I dare not accept such praise,"

Xu Junfang said with an air of authority, bowing slightly. "If you, brother, are planning to establish a new dynasty and ascend the throne, raising the flag in rebellion, leave the ceremony to me!"

Xiao Yaoyi was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "This talent... is too rare. Brother Sage, how did you find him?"

"Just luck,"

Cheng Zongyang said. "Where's the old man? How did you two end up like this?"

"Don't even mention it!"

Xiao Yaoyi said, “Weren’t we all tied with ropes? When you shouted from the front, Wu Er and I quickly grabbed Old Zhu, afraid that the old guy would run away. But the old man’s rope was tied to the donkey. Didn’t the donkey fall off the cliff after being hit by a rock? When the donkey fell, the old man also slid down the cliff. Wu Er and I had to hold onto the rope to rescue Old Zhu’s donkey—” Wu Erlang said angrily, “When we pulled him up, damn it! There was a big rock hanging below the rope! Second Master threw away the rope, and with Little Fox, we finally managed to get out of the fog. And then we saw that the donkey was gone, the horse was gone, the mule was gone, and even that damned old man was gone.”

Xiao Yaoyi said, “All my money is in Bai Shuiju. ” In the saddlebag, Second Master only managed to pull out six coins from his entire body. Seeing the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit lying there, he had no other choice but to resort to this trick. "

Wu Erlang, having lost five strings of cash, was in a bad mood. He shook his head and said, 'The people of Canglan are too wicked! Heartless!'"

Seeing Xu Junfang's slightly embarrassed expression, Cheng Zongyang said, "You didn't get this fake either. Nobody can accuse anyone else—where's my Black Pearl?"

Xiao Yaoyi said, "It's probably been taken by Old Man Zhu."

Cheng Zongyang, his face dark, spat out a single word: "Damn it!"

Like the little fox, he and the other two had all their money carried by Black Pearl, only a little loose change on their person. That little money wouldn't even buy a few steamed buns in Canglan Town. If Old Man Zhu didn't show up, the four of them would be starving. " ...

All my money is here: six gold coins, seventeen silver coins, and about thirty copper coins."

Cheng Zongyang searched all his pockets and lined the money up on the bed. "Daily expenses: two rooms, one gold coin per day for room fees, one gold coin per day for hiring Xu Junfang. Food will cost at least one gold coin per day. This money should last us two days."

Cheng Zongyang concluded, "We need to find Old Man Zhu quickly. If we can't find him, we must find our mules and horses!"

Xiao Zi said, "Maybe he got lost and wandered back to the Southern Wilderness."

"He wouldn't dare!"

Cheng Zongyang said, "That old bastard dared to stand me up. I'll join forces with Jian Yuji right now and wipe him out!"

He never expected that he would be worried about filling his stomach as soon as he arrived in Canglan and hadn't even entered the Taiquan Ancient Formation yet. Cheng Zongyang said, "I'll go find Little Fox and Wu Er. We have to find that old bastard no matter what!"

The two guest rooms were connected. Xiao Yaoyi and Wu Er were dissatisfied with having to share a room. They only gave up the idea of each having their own room after learning that the price of a room was one guan per night. When Cheng Zongyang entered the room, he found that only Xu Junfang was in the room. Xiao Yaoyi and Wu Erlang were nowhere to be seen.

Xu Junfang, munching on fruit, said, "Young Master Xiao and Second Master Wu went to the hot springs."

"Which hot springs?"

"Young Master, you may not know,"

Xu Junfang replied, "Qifeng Courtyard is located at the foot of the mountain, below which is a natural hot spring. The hot springs are at the very back. Young Master Xiao had bird blood on him that was hard to wash off, so he went after hearing he could soak in the hot springs. Second Master Wu went for a stroll earlier, and when he came back and heard Young Master Xiao had gone to the hot springs, he followed him."

"Those two rascals! They really know how to enjoy themselves! Come on! Let's go too!"

Cheng Zongyang reached the door, then suddenly remembered, "Does soaking in the hot springs cost money?"

Xu Junfang said eagerly, "I've never been before, so I'll take advantage of Brother Cheng's hospitality this time. I heard the hot springs at Qifeng Courtyard start at five hundred coins."

"Then why go?"

Cheng Zongyang said, "Those two only have six coins on them!" "

Young Master Xiao and Second Master Wu both said that the cost of the hot springs will be charged to the room rate, to avoid trouble for Young Master Cheng when settling the bill."

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