Heavenly practice

Qin Huang was a little helpless. He knew the purpose of the person in front of him, but he couldn't force him to ask. He hadn't been so aggrieved for a long time.

"Madam is indeed Madam, my little Junmi is too immature compared to you."

"Where, after all, how old is the difference?"

"Madam is too modest, no wonder Your Majesty will force you—"

"……powerful?"

Shen Zhuo smiled, "Strong what? Strong whom? Make it clear."

Qin Huang saw that his expression was not right, so he straightened up immediately, "Grab the civilian man by force."

"..."

Shen Zhuo glanced at him, looked down at his hands, and wondered in his heart, neither he nor Chang Ming were muscular, why did these people think that they would definitely be the one below?

"Then I'll go first?"

"..."

Seeing him lost in thought, Qin Huang hurriedly slipped out of the window again.

Shen Zhuo raised his head and glanced, then got up and walked to the window, stroked his palm lightly, a faint silver light flashed, and after a while, a small complicated pattern appeared out of thin air on the window sill, and disappeared in an instant.

The sky was getting dark, Shen Zhuo closed the window, opened the door and went out, several people in the lobby on the first floor suddenly looked up.

Shen Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, his footsteps were slightly stagnant, but he still walked down the stairs calmly, he had no choice but to find something to eat, otherwise he would be too hungry to sleep at night.

At this time, there were not many people on the first floor, five or six of them were sitting sparsely in different positions, and their eyes were all on the only person who was walking——Shen Zhuo.

"Boss, I need something to eat."

"What to eat?"

The boss was about forty years old, dressed in a blue cloth robe, and looked good, but he looked a little lazy, and he didn't look up when he spoke.

"Do you have braised beef noodles?"

"..."

The boss slowly raised his head, his face indifferent, "Are you here to find fault?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo coughed, "Others are also fine, steamed buns or something."

The boss gave him a glance, "A low-grade spirit stone."

"..."

Shen Zhuo's movements froze, and he asked weakly, "Isn't silver allowed?"

"A tael of silver."

"...so expensive?"

The boss looked at him with those dead fish eyes again, and Shen Zhuo was also a little embarrassed, so he had to hand over a tael of silver.

Perhaps it was because the distress on his face was too obvious, the boss didn't rush to collect the money, and raised his eyes and asked, "Ordinary?"

"Ah... monk."

"Then you still need to eat?"

"... Qi refining."

"..."

The boss looked at him incredulously, "How dare you run outside after refining Qi? Is your master dead?"

"not dead."

Before he could ask further, he heard Shen Zhuo continue to say, "I was rescued just before I went down the mountain."

"..."

The boss showed an indescribable expression, "Those who came today are your classmates?"

"Yes."

"What are they doing with you, a qi refiner?"

"Participate in the Qinglin Festival."

"..."

The boss suddenly didn't want to ask about his sect anymore, even the disciples who practiced Qi were used to make do, so what kind of sect could it be?

However, looking at the face of the young man in front of him, he couldn't hold back and said, "You'd better go home, it's too dangerous outside."

"..."

For a moment, Shen Zhuo felt that he had returned to the time when he was seven or eight years old.

"Thanks for the reminder, but..."

"Tsk tsk, I think you might not even be able to enter the gate of the imperial city."

A sneer interrupted his words, Shen Zhuo took the hot steamed stuffed bun, bit his mouth slowly, then turned around and said, "It's okay, I have someone I know in the imperial city, I can use my connections to get in."

The other party was a man in his 30s, with a straight face, dressed in blue, sitting in the corner and looking at Shen Zhuo with a smile, "Oh? Do you know people from the Imperial City? Which general is it?"

"Not a general nor an adult, I heard he is a prince." Shen Zhuo chewed lightly and replied.

"..."

The man was startled, then burst out laughing, and looked at him with interest, "It seems that not only the appearance is interesting, but also the temperament is quite interesting, can you please tell me?"

Shen Zhuo turned his head to see that it was only seven or eight o'clock outside, although it was dark, but he really couldn't sleep, and he was still suffering when he went back, so he agreed.

"Okay." He nodded and walked over with the buns and sat down.

The man was stunned and didn't realize it. He looked around in astonishment and asked the young man in front of him, "Can't you hear that I was mocking you?"

"I can tell, I'm neither deaf nor stupid."

Shen Zhuo frowned, the steamed stuffed bun was a little dry, he reached out and poured a cup of tea from the table and took a sip.

The man looked puzzled, and continued to ask, "Then why did you come here?"

"I can't sleep when I go back. I have nothing to do. It's not bad to find someone to chat with."

Shen Zhuo didn't want to eat after eating one, wiped his hands and looked up at the person opposite, "Let's talk."

The man was startled, "...what are you talking about?"

"Let's start with the name first. Let me introduce myself. My name is Shen Zhuo. I came to Qingcheng for the first time today. I'm so sorry."

"..."

The man looked dumbfounded, "My name is Xin, and my name is Zhui."

"..."

"what happened?"

Shen Zhuo swallowed silently, and said guiltily, "It's okay."

Although he did feel a bit like it, he still didn't expect it to be so accurate.

Xin Zhui, he remembered that when Zhou Le saw the name, he asked mockingly if he had watched too many archaeological shows.

"Have you heard my name?" Xin Zhui raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No."

Shen Zhuo shook his head, and continued to ask, "Are you going to the Qinglin Festival?"

"Maybe I'll join in the fun, but I won't go to participate. After all, it's the place where the heaven's favored ones belong, and it's not something us casual practitioners can get involved in."

Xin Zhui smiled and glanced at him again, "Of course, you can't go just by practicing Qi."

Shen Zhuo clicked his lips suddenly, and smiled back, "I said I have something to do, don't you believe me?"

Xin Zhui had a mocking expression, "Know the prince?"

Shen Zhuo nodded.

Xin Zhui: "..."

Shen Zhuo asked back, "Do you think I'm lying?"

Xin Zhui nodded.

"No, maybe I'm out of my mind."

"..."

Shen Zhuo continued to ask, "Are you really not going? I heard that you can meet amazing people."

Xin Zhui's eyes moved, "For example?"

"Xuantong, Luantian, and people from Penglai almost all go there, so it's good to see the world."

"Will Xiao Wuya go?"

"Yes."

"how do you know?"

"Guess."

Xin Zhui's smile deepened, "Then you guessed right."

Shen Zhuo looked at him, "What do you say?"

"I heard that others are in Lingzhou, so I guess they are going to the imperial city."

"Is it."

Shen Zhuo was a little careless, and turned his head to meet a few unkind eyes.

Xin Zhui asked with a smile, "Now you know you are afraid?"

"That's not true, I'm just a little hungry." Shen Zhuo confessed.

"Aren't there buns?"

"It's not delicious."

"It seems to be a spoiled one."

"Where... can you treat me to a barbecue?"

"Oh, why?"

Shen Zhuo thought for a while and said, "I can exchange things with you."

Xin Zhui sneered, looked him up and down, "What are you offering me in exchange?"

Shen Zhuo didn't care, "Hand."

Xin Zhui stretched out his hand in doubt.

Shen Zhuo raised his hand to wipe his palm, a faint silver light flashed, and Xin Zhui's eyes flashed a bright light.

"Okay, remember to send the barbecue to my room."

After speaking, the person had already left, Xin Zhui looked down at his palm, his eyes were full of shock.

On the rough palm is a silver rune, which extends in all directions, covering his entire wide palm, and a faint aura floats on it.

Exploring gazes from around soon came over, Xin Zhui immediately clenched his palms, suppressed the shock in his heart, and turned his gaze to the direction of the second floor.

After a while, he showed a smile, turned his head and yelled to the shop owner, "Bring a plate of barbecue and send it to the room of the person just now."