My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

The opening scene of chicken and dog jumping didn't last too long, and everyone quickly restrained their jokes.

Holding the teacup, Su Ling skimmed off the foam, and took a sip of the tea. His face and tone seemed to be talking about the price of vegetables in the morning market, but his words were not.

"Come to Nanfeng at this time. I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune. Once the Shifang Pavilion was destroyed, the many forces attached to it fell and scattered. outsider."

After many years, I never expected to be able to discuss serious matters with the elder I admired the most in the past. Wen Yuxie was slightly startled: "The enchantment of Lingying Mountain is crumbling, we have to come."

Her eyes rested on Su Ling for a long time, there was nostalgia and hesitation in silence, and she couldn't help saying something more concerned, "It seems that Master has gained a lot in Nanfeng in the past five years."

Su Ling knew what she wanted to ask, so he bent his eyes and took a closer look at the apprentice he brought up, the smile lines on the corners of his eyes were full of kindness.

"In the past five years, I have used the Spirit Dew of Thousand Faces to conceal my aura, transformed myself into thousands of people with thousands of faces, and wandered among various forces in Nanfeng. One of my identities even penetrated into the middle of the Shifang Pavilion, and I have figured out a lot of things. But Shifang You must have guessed the matter of the pavilion." She paused, and she didn't want to say more about other things, and then said, "You guys sneaked into Jinlian City this time, and I will help you clear them one by one."

Xia Qi played with the grapes on the table with lowered eyes, but these words were heard word by word.

He had always been curious about what Su Ling was doing in Nanfeng, only to find that Wen Yuxie seemed to know about it. Could it be some kind of sect secret?

He also noticed that when Su Ling uttered the Spiritual Dew of Thousand Faces, Qing Yan and Wen Yuxie raised their eyes to look at Su Ling at the same time, Qing Yan remained calm, like a normal reaction.The astonishment and worry in Wen Yuxie's eyes could not be concealed.

He couldn't help but his heart tightened, and just as he was about to ask, he heard Fu Wan speak.

Fu Wan was also a little surprised: "Thousand-faced spirit dew? Could it be that it is rumored that it can parasitize on the monk's altar, forcibly devour the cultivation base, tamper with the spiritual energy in the body, and make it transform into anyone's forbidden object?"

Wen Yuxie's face turned pale. The reason why the Thousand Faces Spirit Dew is listed as a forbidden item is because once it is put into the altar, every time it changes, it will be at the cost of devouring the cultivation base.

Master made such a sacrifice, she couldn't help but want to say something, and then remembered the reason why the other party made such a choice, her eyes darkened, and she gave up speaking.

Xia Qixian didn't hold back.

The Thousand Faces Spirit Dew sounds like it only has the disadvantage of devouring one's cultivation, but it is really not a good thing.He had seen the end of Xu Shen's master and apprentice trading with evil things before, and worried that Su Ling would follow in the same footsteps.

Just as she was about to ask, she noticed a serious and determined look in Su Ling's eyebrows. That was not the look that a hip-hop "auntie" should have. What she should do.

The words choked in his throat and were slowly swallowed back.

"Fu Liushi is well-informed." Su Ling smiled kindly at Fu Wan, wishing to stop her extra mouth. She thought that the fairy-like name of Qianmian Linglu could fool Xia Qi...

But when she said those words, both her apprentice and Xia Qi lowered their eyes and remained silent...

Suddenlyborn cubs grow up to stop caring about their own grief.

Xia Qi quickly calmed down his messy thoughts, saw that Qingyan had already peeled off a small dish of crystal clear grape pulp, he paused slightly, his tense heart felt a little soft.

He pressed the opponent's hand lightly, indicating that it was all right, it was enough for him to eat.

"Nanfeng's various forces are busy regrouping, Wuxia has taken care of foreign forces, and it's much easier to infiltrate. This is luck. The unfortunate side is that Nanfeng has become more chaotic?"

He said it to Qing Yan, and naturally got Qing Yan's answer.

Qing Yan nodded, took Xia Qi's hand that wanted to grab the flesh with his bare hands, and put a thin stick in his hand: "For a hundred years, Nanfeng fell into chaos after Xu Shen took over the Shifang Pavilion, and the extreme chaos is also a kind of order. The Shifang Pavilion was destroyed, the order collapsed, and many forces in Nanfeng were reshuffled. Unfortunately, it was the people and monks who were struggling to survive in Nanfeng."

The current situation is turbulent like a mountain avalanche, and the first people crushed to death by boulders are those who can't even stand firmly.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Fu Wan thought of something and said, "Creatures that have been wandering the night for a long time have the keenest sense of smell. Why did we pass the Jinlian City checkpoint?"

During the days when Su Ling didn't dare to see Xia Qi, he had already taken care of everything, and replied after hearing the words: "I forged your identities as casual cultivators to participate in the Spirit Appreciation Association, and you only need to show the spirit stones you carry That's it."

Everyone was immediately attracted by the new words.

Wen Yuxie was taken aback for a moment: "The Spiritual Appreciation Society?"

Su Ling gave a "tsk", with a cold look Xia Qi had never seen before on his brows: "The chaos in Nanfeng...you have to be mentally prepared. The treasures plundered from the Shifang Pavilion are piled up like mountains, but there is no one rich. , but completely played Nan Feng into a purgatory on earth."

Xia Qi keenly grasped the words: "Play?"

Su Ling responded, it seemed that the word "play" was the most suitable word, but he didn't know what he thought of, a strange and disgusted look appeared on his face, he waved his hands and didn't want to mention it: "When you enter Jinlian City, I will take you to see it for yourself. Let's go and have a look... the time is coming soon."

The room fell silent, each lost in thought.

Xia Qi saw that the discussion had come to an end, and he also followed Su Ling's words just now, and simply asked her about the whereabouts of the genius doctor Gu.

Xia Qi finally took the initiative to talk to Su Ling, she couldn't help but straighten her back, it's a pity that she couldn't give an answer that would make the other person happy, she was a little embarrassed: "When I came to Nanfeng, the genius doctor Gu just disappeared, I guess I've escaped from the world... But I have a lot of contacts, I will help you inquire and keep an eye out, and I will let you know when I have news."

Xia Qi nodded thoughtfully.

The direction of Gu Ying's soul lamp is Nanfeng, but the exact location cannot be determined, so he can only ask Nian Nian, who is staying at the station, to keep an eye on the soul lamp at all times, and send a message to him if there is any situation.

There is no communication now... which is good news.

He took a deep breath, there was no rush for these things, he could only do them one by one.

A few hours later, night fell.

Under the dredging along the way by Su Ling's personal appearance, the boat carrying everyone quietly sailed into the waterway of Jinlian City.

However, the dead and silent capital that everyone expected did not appear.

In Jinlian City, night does not mean the coming of darkness, but the beginning of the emergence of strange dreams in the world.

Xia Qi stood beside the boat, looking at the streets along the way with a stunned expression.

There are few ordinary shops on both sides of the strait. Most of them are restaurants with hook bars and shops without signs.

The moist wind carried over the decadent fragrance, violent blood, and corrupt and rancid smell of the places it passed by, and there were even traces of forbidden spells.

The sticky stuff lingered in his nose, causing goosebumps on Xia Qi's skin instantly.

It is also a prosperous capital, but it is different from the elegance and wealth of Jindu. Jin Liancheng has a sense of decadence and extravagance, and there are unrestrained carnivals of death everywhere, and a broken order that loses its bottom line.

Even if Xia Qi was mentally prepared, he couldn't believe that Yunzhang still had such a place.

Qing Yan spoke calmly beside him: "Jin Liancheng has no curfew, it has been like this every night for a hundred years, without a break."

Xia Qi glanced across the street not far away, and saw two evil cultivators fighting violently, one of them was killed by a poisoned sword very quickly, the corpse was lying all over the place, the blood mist did not disperse, but the passers-by were surprised Strangely, he stepped over, as if it was a common stone.

He frowned slightly, looked away, and washed his eyes with the side face of his Taoist companion Leng Jun: "Bai Lan has been here before?"

The ship paused slightly, stopped sailing for ten days, and finally anchored in Jinlian City.

Xia Qi was gently supported on the waist by Qing Yan, motioning him to leave the boat together.

Qing Yan's voice was indifferent and calm, like the only cool night breeze in this absurd and stuffy dream.

"50 years ago, I was slaying demons on the border of Longzhou, and the monsters fled into Nanfeng. I chased them and killed them. At that time, Nanfeng had already collapsed, with mixed forces and constant disputes."

He froze for a moment, and had already stepped on the land of Jin Liancheng with the Qing banquet.

Wen Yuxie led the rest of the people to the temporary shelter that Su Ling had arranged for them.

Su Ling walked towards the two of them, with a serious expression on his face: "There will be a spirit appreciation meeting starting soon, you two and I will go and have a look."

Xia Qi was also curious about what Jian Ling would be, seeing Su Ling turned around and leading the way, he had no choice but to follow along with Qing Yan.

Su Ling chose an alley back to the street, there were few people around, and the three of them walked silently through the colorful and eerie night of Jinlian City.

The person walking in the front suddenly paused, and continued walking after the three of them lined up. He handed over two talisman papers, and a rough male voice said, "This is the ticket for the Spiritual Gathering. The palm of the hand, the identity information of the holder will be collected to the hands of the organizer. These two runes only have unimpeded entry and exit, and will not be collected."

Xia Qi raised his eyes in astonishment, the three of them happened to pass by a dimly lit shop, the blue halo reflected the face of the big man who appeared out of nowhere beside him, with a ghostly look, as if his fangs and red eyes would appear in the next second.

He had to marvel at the ingenious workmanship of this thousand-faced dew, which could even change the breath.

Xia Qi watched the rune slowly sinking into his palm, and suddenly asked, "Are there any normal people in Jin Liancheng?"

Such a capital seems really unsuitable for mortals to survive.

"Big man" Su Ling's beard shook: "Yes, but those who can survive in Nanfeng are not ordinary people. The residents here's desire for wealth is comparable to that of monks, and they have strong hostility towards outsiders."

Speaking of outsiders, Qingyan opened his mouth: "On the way to Nanfeng, I noticed that many evil cultivators and casual cultivators also rushed to Jinlian City. They must have known Xu Shen's fall and came here for the treasure of Shifang Pavilion."

Xia Qi was taken aback when he heard the words, and thought for a while: "Xu Shen is gone, the treasure of the Shifang Pavilion must have fallen into the hands of the people behind the scenes. They go on like this...will they be used by the people behind the scenes again?"

Su Ling sneered: "That's not right, now it's the other party's arms. In the past, people coveting the treasures of the Shifang Pavilion appeared in endlessly, but the monsters guarding the Shifang Pavilion were too ferocious, and no one could get through it. After Xu Shen died, there was no one. People dared to go to the Shifang Pavilion—the evil god enshrined in the south appeared, saying that approaching the Shifang Pavilion would bring disaster. The outsiders who did not believe in evil broke in, and most of them never came back, but those who were lucky enough to come back Bring back a strange disease that can be contagious, and the strange disease is spreading in Jinlian City...the valley of the magic doctor is nowhere to be found, and no one can cure this strange disease."

Qing Yan kept his eyes straight and walked calmly, unlike going to explore the black market at night, it was more like going to a banquet.He asked: "The strange disease refers to the limbs being stiff as wood, the roots of the body spreading, and gradually losing consciousness?"

Su Ling was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "In this way, it is indeed like planting a devil seed, but... the devil seed can be contagious?"

Xia Qi's attention is different from that of the Qing Yan. The various sects of the Southern Blessing are complicated, and the religions they believe in are also varied, but they can be called evil gods, and everyone pays homage to them... Xia Qi is curious: "This evil god Who is it?"

Su Ling raised his disheveled chin, pointing to a figure not far away in the darkness.

It was an evil cultivator, who was kneeling down to worship and pray, and there was a sculpture in front of him. Sometimes he clutched the statue fanatically and piously, muttering words, and sometimes he smashed the sculpture, crying and howling.

Described as very crazy.

"Here, Myriad Demon King."

Xia Qi's pupils shrank slightly, and then their eyes sank, revealing a stern look.

Su Ling just led the way and didn't notice anything unusual, and explained: "The demon cultivators in Nanfeng have suffered for hundreds of years, and they have always believed that when the barrier of Lingying Mountain collapses, the Wan Yao King will turn into a big demon and come back to take revenge and save them from fire and water— —They worship the Wan Yao King as a god. The evil cultivators regard the Wan Yao King as the god of wealth, hoping that it will turn into a demon as soon as possible, so that they can catch and peel off its demon pills and make a fortune. Over time, the evil cultivators who love money all ask Wan Yao The king prayed for fortune, but if the fortune didn't come, he vented his anger like this... Tsk, it's nonsense, the Wan Yao King has long since fallen... Huh? Xiao Qi? What are you going to do..."

Qing Yan noticed that the people beside him suddenly disappeared, and in the darkness not far away, there was a cold light, silent and swift.

The other party didn't make a sound in the dark night, but only heard a touch of blood slowly seeping into the humid air.

He froze for a moment, and saw Xia Qi standing in the half-darkness, looking down at the statue of the Wan Yao King in his hand, which was half a dragon's body made of dark black wood.

Xia Qi was carefully wiping away the dust and blood stains one by one.

Qing Yan kept his eyes on Xia Qi for a moment, watching the other's fingers slowly caressing the statue, focusing carefully, with a hint of cherishment.

He frowned slowly.