Chapter 211: Stir It Up, Stir It Up

The Luoyang Grand Market lay west of White Horse Temple and had once been the most prosperous commercial district in the city of Luoyang.

The entire Grand Market occupied the area of four li-fang wards, and the wards surrounding the Grand Market were all inhabited by skilled craftsmen.

However, with the Heyin Massacre, the dukes and ministers were slaughtered, and commoners and scholars fled for their lives one after another, so this place declined in an instant.

Even the merchants who held their ground here saw dismal business. No wonder—the demand side had been excised in the most literal sense.

Li Shuang was inside the Grand Market

Yang Qianxun glanced at Yue Jing; seeing Yue Jing's utterly calm expression, her heart tightened. She looked again at Yang Xiuwu, who lay in the middle of the hall. From the moment he had been thrown into the hall, although awake, he had never spoken. Now, meeting Yang Qianxun's gaze, his eyes were filled with a pleading look.

If the True Name Register were to be checked, and one day someone from the Zhao family traced their way here, they might take out their anger on the stockade, so it could be considered a precaution taken in advance.

Outside the village committee, the sound of firecrackers rang out. Wan Jianshe, Chi Yuanshan, Biaozi, Canyong, and Jiang Xiaoyun all filed out of the village committee one after another; even Ge Huixian, laden with worries, followed them out. Brilliant fireworks lit up their faces in a riot of color.

This exclamation made everyone turn their heads to look at her. Feeling the curious gazes from all around, Su Ruoyun's face instantly flushed red, her expression one of utter bashfulness. Fortunately, she had always veiled her face, so no one saw the blush on her cheeks; she could only lower her head, not letting anyone notice the unnaturalness in her expression.

In an instant, countless warhorses crashed as if into a wall of bronze and iron and collapsed to the ground. Once the horses fell, the cavalry were in for a disaster—some were hacked into mincemeat, others were turned into sieves by the spearmen.

These crows actually weren't afraid of fire—what was going on? Could there really be Golden Crows in this world? I lay low atop the coffin again, watching how the situation changed.

However, he had some matters to attend to in the morning, so he did not return to the Peach Courtyard. Only after the midday meal had passed did he come back from the front courtyard.

Gao Xiyan thought it over, but still gave a reminder. Although she did not wish to see a dead person, if Baihe were to die, it could give Gao Linhua a chance to slip away.

It was a journey that should have taken just over ten minutes, yet this time Lin Fei had already spent three days without seeing him return.

He revealed a grave expression and took the treasure bone. The treasure bone was extremely archaic—seemingly metal yet not metal, seemingly jade yet not jade. Its surface was very smooth, and its hardness was astonishing; even placed in flames of several thousand or tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, it would not be harmed in the slightest.

In that instant, the many monsters surrounding this research facility seemed to have lost something, becoming somewhat bewildered. Even the previously ceaseless roars had suddenly stopped at this moment.

Hearing Guangchengzi's question, the Grand Master of Xuandu gently shook his head. "Things have come to this; we can only block the Buddhist sect here and not let them advance a single step further." As he spoke, the Grand Master of Xuandu took out the Taiji Talisman Seal, activated it, and conjured up the Liangyi Micro-Dust Grand Formation a hundred li opposite the Liangyi Formation.

The cork was not the color of wood, but a deep brown, with some pitch-black stains on it. This was a sign that the cork had been permeated by the wine inside over too long a time. Fortunately, the liquid in the bottle was still transparent; otherwise Lan Jue would very likely have suspected that this legendary Wine God's fine vintage had gone bad.

Lan Jue lay on the sofa until he heard Zhou Qianlin's breathing gradually steady in the inner room. His heart also gradually calmed. Having spent a long time with her, the number of times he had hallucinations was also beginning to grow more and more frequent; he would always feel that she seemed to be Hera. And every time this happened, the defenses in her heart would quickly crumble.

He glanced at his own desk; two of the Snake-Browed Bronze Fish were placed inside a glass vessel. These were two of the three Snake-Browed Bronze Fish—one of them was in the hands of Feng Han and Chen Changyan, and another had been sent to Dr. Kondraki.