Pingcheng

A small city located in the southwest of the Ningxu Continent. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Unlike Yunsu City, which is close to it, there are no immortal cultivators here, and some are all ordinary people without the slightest talent.

However, it is close to the bay, the people are simple, and from time to time there are new things flowing in from Yunsu and the border towns, and the people live a peaceful life and enjoy themselves.

Liluo knew here, she picked up a life, tried her best to find the news of the ancestor, and wanted to find the ancestor, but unfortunately because the bones were broken, the aura was completely gone, and the physical strength was exhausted, and she fainted on the side of the road. Later, an aunt rescued her, took her back to Pingcheng, and took care of her enthusiastically.

She walked slowly down the street, silent and silent, and compared with the four people who were looking around and discussing in a low voice, she seemed particularly out of place.

She remembered that time, when she woke up, weakly holding on to the somewhat dilapidated and neat wooden door of her aunt's house, and looked out of the street in a daze.

The streets are very lively.

The shouts of the hawkers, the shouts of the bearers, the tea sellers on the side of the alley, and the soft and graceful singing from the theater not far away from time to time.

All this is really like, like the city in the depths of her memory that when the wind blows, it raises the sky full of pear blossoms.

However, in just three or four months, the originally lively and simple town became so cold overnight. There was not a single pedestrian on the street, and it looked empty, like an empty city, but from somewhere in the city came a mournful cry, as if to tell people what was going on here.

There was a faint uneasiness in her originally calm heart, and that uneasiness was full of trepidation, worry, and some emotions that she couldn't explain.

It's only spring, and the leaves in this city are yellow.

Without warning, he fell from the branches, whirling and spinning, round and round, not far from her, falling from her eyes. She unconsciously followed the others forward, while looking at it in a daze for a long time, her five fingers stretched out, silently raised, and wanted to take it, but the dead leaf touched her fingertips lightly and fell to the ground.

Click.

Crushed.

Her heart jumped, and she was suddenly in a trance.

Is it probably that as long as she puts things in her heart, one day they will be broken?

So, in this world, what is the truth to ask for nothing?

In this case, what did she survive for?

Liluo blinked slightly, and his long eyelashes reflected on his pale little face, looking pitiful.

"Long Departure, Long Departure......

A slight rush of shouts finally woke her up. Liluo looked at the frowning face in front of him, and there was a little worry in his eyes, and he was stunned for a while. It wasn't until the slight swaying on her shoulders that she suddenly remembered that she was leaving under the ancestral seat of the Dusty Sect at the moment, not the one she had been.

She survived, it was so difficult and difficult to survive, she hadn't shown those people yet, even if the roots and bones were remodeled and the cultivation fell sharply, she could still stand up again.

What she has been through does not allow her to give up so cowardly.

"Xiao Changli, what's wrong with you?" Fu Sihan looked at the girl in front of him, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, his heart relaxed, his voice returned to normal, and asked gently.

"Well, it's okay, thanks. She answered softly, and a shallow pear vortex appeared. On the pale face, the smile is clear and true.

Fu Sihan was stunned for a moment, nodded, let go of the hand that had just shaken her, patted her shoulder gently, and strode forward, "Listening to the sound just now, it seems to be in the north of the city." It seems that the people spontaneously organized a quarantine to avoid the spread of the plague, and we rushed there as soon as possible. ”

Still the same as before, Liluo didn't speak, but the same steps, as well as firm steps, represented her attitude.

That thank you, she meant it.

Thank you for waking her up when she was shaking physically and mentally.

Otherwise, she was afraid that she would really be annihilated by the confusion of the past few months at that moment.

"Isn't the little girl scared?" a woman in apricot yellow clothes next to her quipped, just like her name, this smile was very bright, she was a beauty, "In the final analysis, this is just a plague, we immortal cultivators can cultivate to a certain extent, we can strengthen our bodies and not be afraid of illness." We just need to find a way to help this group of mortals solve it, and if you want me to say, it is estimated that in less than half a day, we will go back. ”

"Half a day? I don't know if I can finish it in one day. As soon as Chu Yan's words fell, Xue Qing on the side couldn't help but insinuate sarcastically.

Liluo didn't seem to understand, and responded crisply, "Just like Senior Sister Chu Yan said, it's just a plague, and Changli is not afraid." ”

"Of course you're not afraid......" Xue Qing was a little angry, they had all reached the strength to eliminate demon beasts, but they were still staying in such a broken city. The reason for this, as long as you have a long brain, you can guess that this dead girl is still pretending to be stupid.

"Don't say a word, it's coming. Fu Si in front said coldly.

Xue Qing choked, and then silently shut up.

The street in front of them was crowded with a lot of people, and it was impossible to see the actual situation at a glance.

"A few immortal elders, you can be regarded as coming......" A few people in the distance seemed to see the movement here, and after being stunned for a moment, they stumbled excitedly, "Please save our relatives!"

Looking at the eyes full of pain and expectation in front of them, Liluo and the others also felt uncomfortable in their hearts, and even Xue Qing, who had complained before, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"This uncle, you get up first, don't worry, let's talk as we go. Fu Sihan picked up one of the old men who wanted to salute, and said softly and gently.

When they arrived at the infirmary, they saw that not only inside the infirmary, but also in the open space outside, were covered with straw mats, on which lay the old and young people whose fate was unknown, as if they were dead, motionless, and they realized that the situation was far more serious than they imagined.

"How can this be?!" Even Ming Zimu, who didn't talk much along the way, was shocked when he saw all this.

In this continent where immortal cultivators are rampant, plagues rarely appear now. They have memorized the Rush Grass Sutra since they were children, and now they see the symptoms, and none of them can correspond to them.

"How did this disease happen?" Fu Sihan stepped forward with a serious face and looked at it quietly for a moment, then turned around and asked.

"We ...... I don't know. The old man's voice trembled, "At first, it was just a few people who had an abnormality, and they all thought that they were just sick from the cold, but they didn't expect that in just ten days, half of the people in the city were like this......"