Chapter 57

Holding a jar of Bamboo Leaf Green, Liu Xiaolou first went to the entrance of Toutiao Lane, and then came to the simple market in Wuchao Town. Looking around, there were not many people setting up stalls here, and it seemed to be even less than in the past, and there were few guests wandering around, so he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

He didn't find Sister Qing at the entrance of Toutiao Lane or in his own small courtyard before, and she was not here either. I don't know where she went, and whether she contacted the steward of the Qingyu Sect?

Liu Xiaolou found a corner and placed the wine jar beside him. There were only a few people setting up stalls in the market, all looking over.

Someone asked: "Spirit wine?"

Liu Xiaolou nodded, but then no one asked again. Just as he was thinking about whether to find a pen to write a "Zhuyeqing" sign and stick it on the wine jar, someone hurried in, whispered a few words in the ear of the person who asked just now, and that person immediately rolled up a pile of rare mountain goods on the ground with a bundle and left.

The remaining people looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

After a while, a similar situation happened again, and there was one less person setting up a stall.

Liu Xiaolou became alert, thinking that something was going to happen? So he picked up the wine jar and slipped away quickly. As soon as he moved, the remaining people all moved, rolling up bundles, collecting bamboo baskets, and the market was in chaos.

Just as he walked out of the market, he bumped into Qing Jie head-on. Qing Jie grabbed him and walked out: "I was looking for you, quick!"

Liu Xiaolou was dragged out of Wuchao Town and asked: "What happened?"

Qing Jie said: "Everyone went to Mount Wulong, who is still setting up a stall here? Is this the spirit wine you got? There is only one jar, it's too little, I'm afraid it's not enough..."

Liu Xiaolou was a little confused: "No, Qing Jie... We can't go to Mount Wulong, they are blockading and suppressing the mountains!"

Qing Jie said: "If you don't go up the mountain, who will buy the wine? The stewards of the Qingyu Sect are all collecting goods on Mount Wulong. Do you think they have the leisure to go down the mountain? The merchants in the town have all gone up the mountain. It's very lively on the mountain. You are still guarding the lane, and no one will look at it until the year of the monkey!"

Liu Xiaolou was dragged onto an ox cart by Qing Jie, and returned to the foot of Mount Wulong in the creaking sound. Sure enough, there were quite a few people going up and down the mountain, and it was indeed very lively.

"Where is the market?" Liu Xiaolou asked, putting on his bamboo hat.

"At Ghost Gate Cliff." Sister Qing replied: "The one who lived there before was a little immortal master surnamed Wei, who was as handsome as you. Does Xiaolou know him? But Little Immortal Master Wei should have left Mount Wulong."

This is really going up the mountain, really going deep into the hinterland?

After abandoning the ox cart and starting to climb the mountain, when he reached the foot of Ghost Gate Cliff, Liu Xiaolou couldn't help but be a little nervous again. He recalled whether he had any intersection with the Qingyu Sect, whether there was anyone who could identify him, and when he thought about it, he suddenly remembered that there was a deacon who recognized him. At that time, on Mount Xingde, he even stuffed him with silver, so he stopped his steps again.

"Walking?" Qing Jie urged.

Liu Xiaolou pulled Qing Jie and drilled into the dense forest to the side. Qing Jie burst into laughter: "So impatient? Didn't you say wait until you open the five meridians?"

Liu Xiaolou whispered: "Find a way to ask, there is a visiting deacon of the Qingyu Sect, named Hou Sheng, is he on our Mount Wulong."

Qing Jie asked: "Do you know him? Want to find him?"

Liu Xiaolou said: "Only he recognizes me in the Qingyu Sect. If he is above, I won't be able to go over. Or can you go up and help me sell the wine?"

Qing Jie shook her head: "Forget it, you practitioners have too many spells, I don't understand anything, if I'm not careful, I'll be deceived, and I won't be able to explain if the wine is swapped... I'll go help you inquire."

Liu Xiaolou waited in the dense forest for half an hour, and Qing Jie came back: "That one surnamed Hou didn't come, saying he was sent to the north to handle affairs."

This time Liu Xiaolou was relieved, continued to carry the wine jar up the mountain, and before reaching Ghost Gate Cliff, he heard a noise on the cliff, so he pressed the front of his bamboo hat down, trying to cover his face as much as possible.

After going up to Ghost Gate Cliff, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

On the three acres of land on the cliff, more than a hundred people gathered at this moment. Everywhere were merchants and cultivators setting up stalls. Disciples, deacons, servants, etc. of various sects, branches, and families of the Qingyu Sect walked around in dozens of stalls, picking and checking various goods.

Several people who left early in the Wuchao Town market were also here at this moment. They came late, so the stalls were set up on the outermost side, bargaining with people, and their voices were quite loud.

Just as he was dazzled, someone passed by, found Liu Xiaolou's figure a bit familiar, leaned down and looked at Liu Xiaolou's face under the bamboo hat, suddenly laughed, and lifted his bamboo hat with a slap: "Xiaolou!"

Liu Xiaolou was startled, hurriedly supported the bamboo hat again, and looked at the person, it was Tan Bazhang.

"Brother Tan..."

"Haha, Xiaolou is here too, I was just looking for you... The bamboo hat doesn't need to be worn, it's not necessary, it's conspicuous instead... Yo, Qing Jie, do you like our Xiaolou? Pulling so tight? Haha..."

"Bah! You Tan Wang Ba, wait for Ye Zi to clean you up! Xiaolou... I'm over there, just say something if you have anything..."

Sister Qing let go of Liu Xiaolou and went to the big trees on the west side of Ghost Gate Cliff. Liu Xiaolou actually saw Mother Zhang under the tree, whispering something to a steward of the Qingyu Sect.

Liu Xiaolou was also speechless. Is business done to Ghost Gate Cliff?

Tan Bazhang pulled Liu Xiaolou through the stalls. Liu Xiaolou saw the Seven Heroes of Mount Guzhang. Their stall was the largest, selling spirit rice. It's just that the rice jar and the table for the scale were a bit wrong. These things looked very familiar, but the paint color was changed.

Liu Xiaolou also saw Longshan Sanren and Lingling Ke. Longshan Sanren's stall was piled with spirit medicines, and Lingling Ke was selling beehives.

There were also Huang Ye Xian of Yunu Cave, the Ma brothers of Wuzi Peak, Jiang Feihu of Feihu Cave, Zhang Shihua of Shihua Valley, Old Hu Du of Hulu Mouth...

Have all the fellow Daoists of Mount Wulong returned?

In a daze, he was pulled into the Ghost Gate Cliff stone cave by Tan Bazhang. This stone cave was occupied by Zuo Gaofeng. He was selling various specialties of Banmu Gorge here. There was a large pottery jar at the entrance of the cave, and the dozen fat fish raised in it were fresh fish caught by Tan Bazhang from Longma Waterfall.

Zuo Gaofeng laughed and said: "Is this the wine that Xiaolou is going to sell? Is it spirit wine? If it is, you can make a small fortune. There are quite a few wine ghosts in the Qingyu Sect. They want as much spirit wine as they have!"

Under the arrangement of Zuo Gaofeng and Tan Bazhang, Liu Xiaolou put down the wine jar at the entrance of the stone cave in a daze, and the "Bamboo Leaf Green" wooden sign was also set up.

Before he could sit down, a steward of the Qingyu Sect saw the sign and rushed over: "Real Zhuyeqing? Zhuyeqing from the Tianmen market?"

Liu Xiaolou opened the seal, and a spirit fragrance drifted out.

The steward didn't say a word, covered it with the seal paper again, and said: "Name a price, I want this jar."