Heavenly practice

Every five years at the Qinglin Festival, all sects of cultivating immortals will leave a month ago, because the entire territory of Zhongzhou is too large, and it takes nearly half a month for even a monk to fly with a sword. Xia Huangcheng - Atrium.

A few years ago, the human race fell apart, and countless territories were occupied by other races. However, the Great Xia is still the Great Xia. It took thousands of years and paid a high price. In the end, [-]% of the territory of the Great Xia was recovered, and it became the only one that can span the land. The cultivating forces in Lingdu and Zhongzhou are also thanks to it, and the human race can also live near Lingdu, and Daxia has become a monk dynasty in another sense. , or mortal dynasties, all follow the lead of the Great Xia, so the judging right to host the Qinglin Festival in the upper monk world naturally falls into the hands of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Therefore, every time it comes to the Qinglin Festival, the cities around Daxia will inevitably be unprecedentedly lively, all of which are monks.

Shen Zhuo and the others didn't feel that after they left Qinyang Mountain, after flying in the sky for three days, they could see people traveling with them from time to time.

On the fifth day, the group abandoned the Flying Sword and Red Crane and settled in Qingcheng. Before they settled down, Jiang Li repeatedly warned that this place was already under the jurisdiction of Daxia, and that this city was also the residence of monk He Fang. Be careful not to be too high-profile.

Everyone nodded, and they still knew what was going on in their hearts.

Those monks are all skinless and shameless people who have lived for a long time, especially those casual cultivators who join in the fun. Accidental murder and piracy often happen, and some of them are pregnant with Huangling Jade and have a body of Yunling , and Qingxu Jianxin, who was really attractive, so they tried their best to hold back their breath and maintain a sense of distance from other people.

"Well... you have to cover your face too." Before entering the city, Ning Feiyue looked at Shen Zhuo's face thoughtfully.

Several people were silent for a while.

Indeed, even though most of the monks were well-washed and handsome, it was still a bit eye-catching for Shen Zhuo to be so beautiful and gender-neutral.

"It is indeed easy to be mistaken for a water spirit body. What if it is captured by evil cultivators and used as a furnace?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo refused to accept, "Senior Xiao also looks the same."

Xue Junmi looked serious, "But Master is very strong."

"...I am also very strong." Shen Zhuo had a straight face.

Zhao Kongyuan sneered, "Yes, as strong as refining Qi,"

"I will protect him."

"I will protect him!"

"..."

Several people looked at the two people who spoke in unison, Long Xiang and Jiu Yuan also looked at each other, and finally they all looked at Ying Tianbai, Ning Feiyue also looked at Ying Tianbai, curious about his reaction, but the other party only said lightly He said, "He doesn't need it."

Shen Zhuo slowly raised the corners of his mouth, obviously quite satisfied.

Jiu Yuan and Long Xiang naturally found out, and looked at Ying Tianbai even more unkindly.

Ning Feiyue was thoughtful, but Junior Brother Jiuyuan also fell?

"Brother Shen, if he doesn't have the strength to protect himself, he probably isn't suitable for this kind of encounter."

Su Tianming looked at him with a slight smile, "Brother Shen?"

Shen Zhuo didn't feel offended, and said with a smile, "Brother Su also knows me."

Thus, three burning eyes looked at Su Tianming at the same time.

Su Tianming: "..."

Zhao Kongyuan got skin pimples from the sticky atmosphere, and advanced into the city with a look of disgust.

"Let's go, let's go, I heard that there are many monks in Qingcheng, it should be very lively, you go shopping, I will buy some materials for drawing talismans, Jiuyuan—"

Jiang Li's face was serious, and he shouted at someone's happy figure, "Come here!"

Jiuyuan: "..."

Hong Yue waved to him with a smile, and followed Ning Feiyue's footsteps.

Shen Zhuo didn't even look at him, and left with Su Tianming.

Jiu Yuan was heartbroken, Jiang Li watched coldly, "Let's go."

"……Oh."

Chiqing City is indeed much bigger, about ten or more in Jiyang City, enough for monks to fly around with their swords, and when they enter the city gate, they will suddenly feel enlightened. The streets in front of them are wider than Jiyang City Half of it is enough for two carriages to run side by side. There are not many vendors on both sides of the road. Most of them are quietly cross-legged alone. There is a piece of rag in front of them, and there are a few things on it, either herbs or small items. , there are also strange ones, and even living things. The people who set up the stalls also wear different clothes and look different. In short, they are very casual.

Shen Zhuo and his group were not very conspicuous, and there were not many conspicuous and attractive treasures on their bodies, but a few people raised their eyes and glanced at Shen Zhuo, and then lowered their heads again.

Shen Zhuo's expression was blank, his steps slowed down, he looked at the things on both sides of the street little by little, but he didn't see anything of interest along the way, but was suddenly blocked by a hand.

Shen Zhuo paused, and looked at the person who stretched out his hand to stop him. The other person had fluffy gray hair and was wearing an old Taoist robe, sitting there cross-legged, with one skinny hand on his lap, and the other in front of Shen Zhuo's leg .

Su Tianming's eyes moved, and he asked with a smile, "What's the matter, Your Excellency?"

Fang ignored him, looked up at Shen Zhuo, grinned with a weird smile, "You Bao."

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "Where is the treasure?"

The man's face looked to be about 50 to [-] years old, and his face was also thin. Some yellowish green eyes stared at him, "You have... treasure!"

Shen Zhuo's eyes were slightly cold, and he took a step back. Long Xiang had already stood in front of him and was stopped by him.

"Then let me ask again, what treasure?"

Sensing the sudden focused gazes around him, Shen Zhuo calmed down a bit.

The mad Taoist just looked up at him and smiled, "Alive."

Shen Zhuo immediately understood that what the other party was talking about was the sleeping pure fox in his arms, and his vision was not bad.

Instead, he squatted down and looked at the person, then looked into the eyes of the person, and slowly called out a name, "Wujin?"

A look of astonishment quickly flashed across the eyes of the mad Taoist, and then he returned to his gloomy look, withdrew his hands and sat there without moving.

"Know?" Long Xiang turned to ask him.

Shen Zhuo shook his head with a smile, and walked towards Ning Feiyue in front.

The madman looked up at him, then lowered his head to look at his things.

Long Xiang and Su Tianming looked at each other, Su Tianming shook his head lightly, Long Xiang frowned slightly, but still followed Shen Zhuo.

Ying Tianbai also walked over, the madman seemed to have been stabbed, he suddenly looked up, stared at Ying Tianbai as he walked past, a pair of cloudy green eyes were bloodshot.

Ying Tianbai's eyes moved slightly, as if he had sensed something, but he still followed behind them with a calm expression. From a distance, he saw Shen Zhuo, who was walking in front, stopped in front of Ning Feiyue, smiling and helping her choose hairpins.

He didn't stop, passed by Shen Zhuo, and walked straight forward.

The next moment, Shen Zhuo, who was behind him, suppressed his smile, and looked up at him.

"Brother Shen? Brother Shen?"

"Well, it's pretty cool."

So Ning Feiyue bought the ordinary silver hairpin among the piles of magical artifacts around her. I have to say that women are still very single-minded, as long as they look good.

Shen Zhuo smiled helplessly, he caught a glimpse of a mahogany hairpin by his hand from the corner of the eye, and suddenly thought of something.

Ning Feiyue followed his gaze and picked up the wooden hairpin, "Brother Shen likes this?"

"No, I just thought of something interesting."

Shen Zhuo looked back, and the people behind him were also shopping for the things they needed, even Su Tianming was no exception, holding something like a dead branch to talk to others.

And Long Xiang... was staring at the wooden hairpin in Ning Feiyue's hand, Shen Zhuo hurriedly said, "I don't like this."

Long Xiang looked indifferently, "I have no intention of sending you off."

Shen Zhuo: "..."

"It doesn't deserve you." Long Xiang added with a smile.

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Damn, the protagonist has become more and more routine.