After the moon, the northern frontier of Mobei, under the rule of the Yinshan Sect of the middle sect, Wangfeng City.
It is the season when sandstorms sweep through the north.
The first moment may still be a sunny day, the tea is not enough, the wind begins to rage, the sun hides behind a piece of sand, the heaven and the earth begin to be gray and gloomy, the world is with a strong earthy smell of dust, and then there are several days of yellow sand rolling, dust all over the sky.
The wind howled like a beast, with the occasional shrill scream or two.
If it is night, it is enough to wake up the person in the dream.
The flying sand slammed wildly against the walls.
The sandstorms in Lookout City are so powerful that they can blow stones all over the ground.
Some people also say that the wind here can kill people, and many people in the wild, swept away by sandstorms, swept to a height of thousands of feet, and when the wind and sand stopped, they fell down again, and fell into a pool of flesh and blood mixed with sand.
It is in this place, this season, that dust and decay are everywhere, and there is nowhere to hide, only patience to endure in silence.
Perhaps, this is the fairest time in this world.
Except, of course, for monks who can wield a windshield.
On this day, it was the time when the sandstorm was at its most ferocious and arrogant, and it was dark outside, and the wind was howling.
At the gate of Wangfeng City, two gray-clothed monks on duty were hiding in the formation of the wind shelter, chatting lazily while guarding the city gate.
Outside the shield, a group of mortal warriors stood respectfully, their faces covered with black cloths, trying to block the wind and sand from entering their lungs.
The Yinshan Sect is a medium-sized sect attached to the Super Great Sect Orc Tower.
Wangfeng City is the second-ranked county town under the rule of the Yinshan Sect.
The person in charge of managing the daily order of Wangfeng City was the family of a Diqiao Realm monk surnamed Liu in the sect.
I don't know how many years ago, when the two clans of the human and demon tribes were at odds, it played the role of a border defense town, so the city wall is high, and the defense system and formation in the city are very complete.
However, in today's period of peace, the main function of Wangfeng City has become border trade, and it has become one of the official border trade cities designated by the Hongran Sect Alliance.
The bustle in the city is always in July and August, and during the officially agreed trading period, a large number of Wanshan demon clans will pour in from outside the customs to Wangfeng Fang in the city to trade the goods they need each other.
The demon clan mostly brought rare spirit plants in the mountains, materials for the bodies of alien beasts, special ores, etc., to trade the finished magic weapons, pills, and various talismans of the human race.
But in this month of wind and sand, few people enter and exit the customs, and the day of making money has not yet arrived, so the entire county town, even with the few small guards at the city gate, can't get excited, and they are lazy together.
These two monks are both members of the Liu family, and they also practiced in the Yinshan Sect in their early years.
But when they were seventy or eighty years old, they didn't see the slightest hope of breaking through the middle stage of the Open Door Realm, and the sect no longer distributed extra resources to them, so they thought that they would stop here for the rest of their lives, and simply returned to the clan, married a wife and had children, spread out their branches, and tried to live a comfortable and comfortable life.
Today, it happened to be the turn of the two to go to Chengguan to lead the defense, they were already familiar friends, so they hid in the shelter, a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, and talked about it, and most of the chats were about some parents, such as who had recently purchased a shop in the trading shop; The newborn juniors of whose family actually noticed the qualifications of Xiuzhen, what is the Zhenhai Beast; Who's family has recently held a red and white wedding, and so on.
As he was talking, he suddenly heard a soft buzzing sound.
When I turned my head to look, I saw a wooden talisman hanging on the city wall, constantly emitting a bright red light.
"In such a hellish season, there are still people coming" Looking at Fu Zheng's reaction again, it seems that he is still a human race monk.
"Hey, Psychic Realm Senior" "Alas, hurry up and check if there have been any psychic realm monks who have registered out of the city in recent months."
"Yes, yes, but it seems that they have all returned to the city to sell their numbers."
"Weird, where did this senior come from?"
As he was talking, a gust of wind and sand rolled rapidly, and an astonishing coercion swept out of the rolling yellow dust, causing the two of them to feel stuffy in their chests and weak in their legs.
Several mortal warriors standing next to them had already fallen to the ground, their faces flushed, as if they were using their internal strength to resist the coercion.
In a few moments, two giant hands seemed to have been born in the storm, forcibly splitting a huge crack in the billowing sand and dust, and a clear clearing separated from the dust was vacated in the middle.
A man dressed in a green robe, with a delicate face, and a look of about thirty years old, hurried through the clearing in the rolling yellow sand, and arrived at the city gate in an instant.
It's not good.
The two of them were so uncomfortable to be bullied by this fierce coercion, and they all screamed in their hearts, how could there be a monk in the psychic realm who would have no reason like this person, and casually release coercion on low-level monks "Dare to ask, senior, what sect are you from, where are you from, and what is the important matter in my Wangfeng City" One of the monks saw that he couldn't hide, so he had to step forward, bow his hand, and ask as usual.
Although the blue-robed monk was imposing, he spoke very politely: "Everyone, I am a disciple of the Yunyin Sect, I was originally swept into the other world by the spatial turbulence due to an accident, and I only turned back a few months ago, but I found that I had arrived at the territory of the Wanshan Demon Clan, and I went around and around to get here."
It seems that halfway through the words, he found that the people in front of him were not uncomfortable, and quickly withdrew the power of his body, and secretly said in his heart: "Three months have passed, why haven't you reached the territory of the human race freely, but you have to deliberately adjust it." ” As soon as the coercion of the psychic realm was gone, everyone felt better.
One of the monks asked politely: "Senior, I am ordered by the Sect Alliance to verify the identity of everyone who has registered at the entry and exit gates, and I ask you to take out the identity token of the Yunyin Sect, and after we verify it, we will not bother anymore." ” "Okay."
The green-robed monk took out the identity token with his name written on it from the storage bag and handed it over, "I have been wandering in the other world for a long time, and I can't figure out how long it has been.
I don't know what year it is."
"Back to the predecessors, it is now the three thousand and thirty-one years of the grand new calendar."
When the green-robed monk heard this, his face was shocked, and his eyes were staring: "You are not wrong."
"How dare you, junior" The other party held the token of the green-robed monk, and when he saw the three words Wei Buer written on it, he felt quite familiar, and he didn't know where he had seen it.
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But he didn't dare to ask more, so he took the token and inserted it into the array disk issued by the Zongmeng Union, and saw the light curtain of the array disk flickering, flashing out a line of words: "Wei Bu'er, a monk of the Open Door Realm of the Yunyin Sect, was born in the three thousand years of the Hongran New Calendar, died in the three thousand and twenty-ninth years of the Hongran New Calendar, died in the Valley of the Puppet, and has been recorded in the heroic martyrdom of the Yunyin Sect."
"Senpai, this" The green-robed monk was also dumbfounded, and for a long time there was only a wry smile on his face.
After passing the Wangfeng City Gate, Fuji found an inn in the city that was dedicated to entertaining monks, and chose a spacious upper room to live in.
While digesting the latest news, he planned his future itinerary.
He verified in many ways that it was indeed the 3,000 and 31st year of the grand new calendar.
In this way, he has been in the Otherworld for more than thirty years, while the time in the Hongran Realm has only been flowing very slowly, and it has been less than two years since the end of the Puppet Valley Ceremony.
Sinking the divine consciousness into one's own body to test and see the physical condition, there is no doubt that he is already in his sixties.
It shows that the thirty years he has experienced in the other world are real and without any water.
From this, I speculated again, and felt that there was something wrong with the law of time in the sea of worms.
It's a pity that his physical age did not stay at the age of thirty because of this, otherwise, there would be more than two hundred and seventy years to live in the future, and there would be more opportunities to break through the Earth Bridge Realm.
"Forget it, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants.
This time, I can step into the psychic realm by chance, and it is also a fight on the line of life and death, blessed by God, and I still hope that pies will fall from the sky?"
He shook his head and began to ponder some of the situations he might face after returning to the sect.
It's probably how to explain where you've been in the past two years, what you've experienced, why your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and so on.
When he rushed from Qingjiang to this area, he pondered a set of rather detailed and rigorous rhetoric, and in the future, he only needed to refine it again and fill in the possible loopholes.
Of course, all the things about witches have to be omitted.
After sorting everything out, he decided to recuperate for a while, and after a few days, he took the flying camel boat of Wangtian City to the south, and when he arrived in the south, he was trying to find a way to return to the Yunyin Sect.
After all, the journey between them is more than tens of thousands of miles, and it is laborious and time-consuming to travel only by oneself against the wind.
Moreover, it has only been a few months for me to break through the psychic realm, and I have rushed the long road of the moon, and the mana has been consumed a lot, and the realm has not yet had time to be consolidated, which may have some negative effects on future cultivation.
At the thought of returning home in front of him, he couldn't help but be very excited, and his chest suddenly beat wildly.
"Return home, return home," he read silently.
When he left the sect and went to the Puppet Valley, he was just a mid-stage miscellaneous disciple of the Open Gate Realm waiting for the expeditionary team, and a few years ago, he didn't even open the gate of the Inland Sea, just a courtyard sweeper in the Cloud Hidden Sect that no one looked down on.
Now today, the ground is turned upside down, the stars are moving, and the miscellaneous servants who sweep the courtyard actually carp jumped over the dragon gate, spread their wings for thousands of miles, and turned over to become a psychic realm monk, I am afraid that no one in the sect will think of such a situation.
Thinking about it, the seniors of the hat and the old man in the tree will also be very relieved and proud to see him.
Thinking like this, the thought of returning home, the longing for the old man, the pride and pride of the advancement, the extreme joy, the thought of some helpless and miserable past, and so on, all kinds of feelings gathered in his chest, and he couldn't wait to open a spatial passage in the next moment, straight to the Yunyin Sect, so that everyone could see what the miscellaneous servants who were once uncared about were now what they looked like.
He knew he was a little flustered.
But when I think that I have been suffering for so many years, in life and death, in the fire and cold for so many years, why not give myself a short, relaxing opportunity to break my nerves, my tired mind, and my body full of scars.
"Book of Martyrs" He suddenly remembered the information he had seen at the gate of Wangtian City, and he couldn't help but be amused and a little puzzled.
The martyrs recorded in the book are all martyrs who made great contributions to the sect.
Even if he thinks that he really fell into the valley, there is no reason to be included in the martyrdom with many martyrs Whatever, after returning to the sect, he must personally go to the head of the sect, report his situation to him, and then ask him to take his name down from those martyrs.
It's so unlucky For the next two days, he recuperated in Wangtian City.
On the third day, he took a flying camel boat heading south to Chang Yuanzong at the post station in the city, and it seemed that he would stop near Yunyin Sect on the way.
After getting on the flying boat, he rented a luxurious single room with a second-order spirit gathering array, which was exquisitely decorated and had all kinds of furniture, so he lived in it with a big grin, although he had the intention of retreating and meditating and consolidating the realm, but he was lying on the rocking chair and drinking tea leisurely.
"I've finally crossed the chasm of the psychic realm, it's time for me to rest and enjoy it a little."
As for the spirit stones, there is no need to worry at all.
There are 100 million low-grade essence stones obtained from the hands of the Blue Light Clan, there are spirit stone magic weapons looted from the Bitter-faced Monk's station, and all kinds of materials from the vast forest with the intention of making the difference.
In this way, his net worth may be more generous than some Diqiao Realm monks with the support of his family and the county.
It costs a little bit and it's a drop in the bucket.
The flying camel boat was originally made for long-distance transportation of monks, the main body is the appearance of a huge wooden ship, in front of which there are hundreds of white flying camels that are special products of Mobei, and the hull is arranged with a formation to save the loss of spiritual energy and increase the speed of movement, and it can also fly more than a thousand miles every day.
The boat traveled for several months, passed hundreds of territories, and when it arrived in southern Anhui, near the Yunyin Mountain Range for thousands of miles, the route of the line was to deviate from Chang Yuanzong, so he simply got off the boat and went straight to the Yunyin Sect to resist the wind.
Along the way, the villages and towns passed, most of them were harmonious and prosperous.
The common people are happy to make a living, cultivate the land for business, and do all kinds of business.
Even the travelers who are in a hurry are mostly unhurried and leisurely.
I probably can't see the appearance of the horned demon raging.
It was very different from what he had imagined.
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It was all the way to fly away, stop and go, cross southern Anhui, and finally arrived at the border of western Hubei.
The Yunyin Sect is in the northwest of Hubei Province.
Looking back, I only feel that this trip is like a dream, which is even more outrageous than the dream of heaven and man.
I couldn't help but think of what the witch said to herself in the confined space before, especially that sentence: "Since the ancestors of this clan entered the Hongran Continent, although it cannot be said that they have never been touched by the blood of the human race, most of the monks they have killed are monks who come to the door to find faults.
Ordinary people, most of us will not provoke, let alone kill at will. ” He didn't believe it at all, but now he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.
After repeatedly struggling in my heart for many days, I traveled to eastern Hubei and was about to approach Minyin Prefecture.
Seeing that there were only hundreds of miles left in Changle Village, I suddenly felt sad from my heart.
I couldn't help but think: "If the horned demon doesn't kill people, how can two hundred and sixty-seven villagers from seventy-four households in my Changle Village be violent corpses in the village and turn into lonely ghosts."
"If the Horned Demon doesn't kill people, why would I, Brother Hongran, risk my life and fight desperately with him one after another, so that countless predecessors and martyrs died in the hands of the devil and disappeared."
"Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.
They are restrained at the moment, but they are afraid that they will subvert the human race in the future and occupy Hongran, and most of them will be fierce, and I must not have the slightest hesitation in my heart. ” After thinking about it like this, he finally stabilized his Dao heart and strode forward.
On this day, we arrived at the eastern border of Hubei Province, a county town called Ningcheng.
If you remember correctly, this Ning City is already under the rule of the Yunyin Sect, and it is under the jurisdiction of Gu Naichun's family behind him.
I saw that the county was full of Feidan attics, and the street shops were exquisite, which was quite prosperous.
He secretly said in his heart: "Anyone who has become a monk in the Earth Bridge Realm is either extremely talented, or there is a big family behind him, and I don't know if I, who have nothing, will one day be able to achieve such a great avenue." ” Others are empty and hungry, and it is inevitable that they will have to eat a full meal.
So he restrained his whole body's breath, found a restaurant specially opened for monks, ordered some delicious spiritual vegetables, and was about to put his mouth on it.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps downstairs, and a very familiar voice came, and when I turned my head to look, I saw a person coming up from the stairs, and when he boarded, his mouth was wide open, and he almost opened his mouth to call out the name of the person, and his heart was surprised and happy
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