Feng Yang lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and said, "That little brocade...... What do we do now?"

"Wait and see. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info In this tribe called Servant Sentence, we are new to the city, and we are not as familiar as Ye Jiu, so it is better not to act rashly. What's more, we don't know what kind of calculation he is making now, so let's observe for a while before making plans. ”

Feng Yang nodded from the bottom of his heart. Indeed, before everything is clear, the enemy will not move, and I will not move.

After the two sides finished talking, Ye Jiu might be using his divine sense to detect the movements of the two, so he didn't make any other moves, and each sat down in his seat, closed his eyes and began to breathe seriously, recuperating.

Time passed quietly unconsciously, and in the blink of an eye, it was three quarters of the unitary hour.

The two opened their eyes in unison, glanced at each other, understood the meaning of each other's eyes, and then stepped out of the room one after the other.

As soon as he got out of the house, Jinhuang saw a row of bamboo huts with similar layouts and built next to trees. The bamboo used in these huts is the thickness of a bowl and has a wheat yellow color. The bamboo houses are scattered and have a unique pattern, which is different from all the houses in the outside world, but it is somewhat similar to the buildings about the Nantian Gu people that she saw in the "Continent of Bazhou - Exotic Chronicles" in her previous life. However, it seems to be much more refined and quaint than the buildings of the Gui Clan.

Behind the bamboo huts are lush forests, which are hidden deep in the verdant dense forest, and have a unique taste. In the distance behind the dense forest, the silhouette of mountains looms through the ethereal afterglow of the sunset.

Such a beautiful and delicate ......

Jin Huang came back to his senses from his trance and said to the wind on his side: "Let's go......"

Feng Yang nodded.

The two of them walked down the bamboo stairs one after the other, and slowly walked down the bamboo building.

When Fang stepped on the ground on the first floor, he heard a "squeak", a dry and swarthy arm pushed open the bamboo door, and a person walked in from the outside. The person who came was not Ye Jiu, but an old woman with a rickety back, gray hair, obviously old, and a dragon bell.

The woman was dressed in a white coat with white stripes on a blue background, which opened from the neckline in a row of buttons to the left, and went all the way down to the end of the gown. The lower body is a white pleated skirt, which hangs down to the ankles, revealing a pair of red-bottomed gold-patterned upturned cloth shoes.

The old man's hair seemed to be very long, but it was all coiled on the top of his head, and the intricate hair twisting technique made the whole head look like a narrow vessel with both ends upturned and a slightly thick and wide in the middle, which was quite strange.

Jin Huang said in his heart, this is probably the dress of this servant tribe. But the strange thing is that the edges of her clothes, cuffs, placket, and neckline are not embroidered with the auspicious clouds that you usually see or the evolution of an ancient Sanskrit script, but the terrifying and hideous embroidery like a skeleton, and even the embroidery on the upturned cloth shoes under her feet are all skeleton graphics!

However, this is not the most inexplicable, what really surprised Jinhuang is that the aura overflowing from this old man's body is very weird, unlike the aura and not the turbidity on the human body, but it is somewhat similar to the ghost cultivation aura on Ye Jiu's body, but it is even more gloomy and mysterious than it, and there is some weird meaning of yin and yang.

Jin Huang carefully glanced around the person uncertainly, yes, he was still a monk in the late stage of Jindan. But how can you grow old like this?

The old woman raised her head when she heard the movement, and saw that there was no surprise on their faces, showing a gentle and kind smile, and said familiarly: "How are the two of you resting?" As she spoke, her eyes fell on Jinhuang, I don't know if it was Jinhuang's illusion or what, she felt that there was a bit of exploration and scrutiny in her eyes, "This girl's complexion looks very good." Are the two of Ye Jiu's old friends?"

Although the old woman looked smiling, her face showed a strange pale, not only was there no blood, but her eye sockets were deep, her eye circles were blue, and her skin was wrinkled. Her smile added a sense of gloomy horror, which made people feel a burst of discomfort and disgust in their hearts for no reason.

"Yes, Granny Wind. The wind answered. This morning, when he came to the bamboo building with Ye Jiu, he met her and knew that she was the owner of the bamboo house.

At that time, Ye Jiu said that they were his old friends and introduced them to this Feng mother-in-law. At this moment, she asked like this, and he also answered with Ye Jiu's meaning.

"Good, good. Granny Feng held a black and shiny snake-shaped cane in her hand, and laughed a few times in succession, which made people feel an indescribable disgust and distortion for no reason. She said: "It's a coincidence today, the three distinguished guests came from afar, and it coincided with the five-year Dharma Fighting Conference held by my servant clan. At that time, the three distinguished guests must come to watch the meeting......"

The two of them invariably circled these four words in their hearts, and then Jinhuang nodded with a light smile, and responded: "Okay, the three of us will definitely come to watch the meeting." ”

"Okay, good!" Granny Feng laughed a few more times, the folds on her face almost squeezed out her eyes, and her rickety body trembled, feeling like she could fall down at any time.

Obviously she is a monk in the late stage of Jiedan, and her bone age is not very large, how can she grow old like this, as if she is about to die.

The two of them still had important matters, so they exchanged a few more words with her, and then left the bamboo building with doubts.

Walking outside, the pattern of the tribe became clearer and clearer. The bamboo house is built according to the tree and does not fall into the cliché. The overall look does not feel chaotic, but rather staggered and orderly. Bamboo huts are distributed on both sides, and the deliberately vacated space in the center forms a long street and market.

The trees next to the bamboo hut grow strangely shaped, but they are unusually tall and dense. The receding orange sunset casts its shadow through the dense forest, and the strange branches of the trees cast shadows on the ground. As the sky quickly darkened, there was an eerie silence in the gloomy sky.

When the sun has completely subsided, and the night is overwhelmed, the blue and purple lamps gradually light up among the huge trees on both sides. The light emitted by these lamps is faint and dull, not as clear as the aura lamp, and the aura emitted is not aura, there is a sense of gloomy coldness, but it is very similar to the breath on Granny Feng's body.

As the night shrouded, there were more servants on the streets, shuttling back and forth, and the sound of discussion was endless.

They were dressed in the same way as Granny Feng, except that the men were not wearing skirts, but wide trousers that exposed their ankles, and the dark patterns embroidered on them were also strange patterns like skeletons. Not only are they dressed up, but the appearance of these people is also different from that of Granny Feng. His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked like he had been invaded by demonic energy. However, they did not have the slightest demonic breath on their bodies, but they were not pure aura breath, just like Granny Feng, there was a gloomy and cold mysterious breath all over their bodies.

Strange costumes, strange atmospheres, strange tribes, completely different from the outside world. (To be continued.) )