第一章 闹市惊魂

古云枫晃晃悠悠从酒楼出来，脑袋里还嗡嗡响。刚才那坛“三花液”算是彻底见了底，好几天没怎么正经吃饭，今天为了给盘缠充点，硬生生灌了三坛，结果就是现在这样——头晕眼花，走路都不稳当。 他晃悠到街上，想找个地方打个尖，顺便看看能不能碰上什么机缘。这修仙界跟传说里不太一样，没多少腾云驾雾的，大部分修士还是跟凡人一样，在地上走，不过个个气息都不凡。古云枫自认修为低微，除了祖传的那点中医知识，和一身壮汉的力气，实在没什么拿得出手的。 正走着，前面突然传来一阵骚动。几个穿着破烂、鬼哭狼嚎的小鬼，正围着一个老头子抢东西。老头子大概六十来岁，穿着洗得发白的道袍，脸色发青，嘴角还挂着血丝，看起来很不妙。 “小鬼！滚开！”老头子 tries to scare them off, but he looks weak. His hands tremble slightly, and he doesn't seem to have any spiritual energy. The small ghosts don't care. They are obviously not ordinary creatures. They are probably the lower-level spirits of some wicked monk. The leader is a small ghost with a red face, with a pair of thin horns. He raised his hand and slapped the old guy's face. “呃啊！”老头发痛，一下子摔在地上。 古云枫皱了皱眉，他虽然修为低，但也不是善茬。他走上前，对着那红脸小鬼大吼：“滚开！信不信我废了你！” 红脸小鬼抬头看了古云枫一眼，见他虽然实力不强，但气势汹汹，也不甘示弱：“你算老几？也想来分一杯羹？” “少废话！”古云枫撸起袖子，怕打起来自己也吃亏，举起手中的木棍就朝红脸小鬼打去。 红脸小鬼冷笑一声，身形一闪，躲开了古云枫的攻击。