Li Muyang couldn't help but be dumbfounded, this day the Xia Dynasty is too good!

In this way, just by selling the flight token, the income of the imperial court can be raised day by day, and the money can be collected on the ground.

Moreover, it also gave many low-level cultivators a "legal" means to earn spirit stones and seek cultivation resources.

Not only that, but in the ranks of rental, there are also all kinds of tame demon beasts, gorgeous beast carts, and horse-drawn carriages, ox carts, and sedan chairs for secular mortals.

After a while, the "floating cars" floating in the low altitude more than a foot high opened the eyes of Li Muyang and the others.

Fast, silent, and eclectic, in addition to being expensive to buy, floating cars are also one of the main means of transportation in Tianxia City.

However, although there were many choices of travel methods, Li Muyang finally chose to walk, because he did not have a clear destination in Tianxia City, so he followed Hong Zhirou's advice and went wherever he went.

From the street snacks with heavy smoke and fire, to enjoying the scenery along the river by boat, Li Muyang, who was pulled by Hong Zhirou to run around, can hardly maintain his demeanor as a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and from time to time Hong Zhirou can't finish the snacks stuffed into his hands, and laughed and insisted that he eat them all.

For a full day, from the morning to the beginning of the lanterns, there was not even a tenth of the places they walked in Tianxia City.

Fortunately, both of them are casual and peaceful, and they really rest wherever they go.

Yuelai Inn, the grade is not very high, the façade is not very large, of course, the accommodation conditions are also very general, the only advantage is probably that it looks neat and clean.

After a day of disturbance, he could finally rest quietly for a while, Li Muyang had just gathered his thoughts and settled into cultivation, when the door was knocked again.

Li Muyang admired Hong Zhirou's endurance very much, and after a day of crazy play, he was still very energetic, and said helplessly: "Come in!"

Hong Zhirou pushed the door in, smiling like a flower: "Brother Yang, how do you know it's me?"

It seems that the cultivation of peace of mind is not to think about it, Li Muyang sighed lightly, and said: "You will know in the future, this is the use of spiritual sense, which can be used as an extension of the eyes to see far away." ”

"After a day of playing, why don't you take a good rest?"

Hong Zhirou pulled a futon and sat next to Li Muyang, regardless of whether Li Muyang would object or not, she leaned on his arms from the side, and then said lazily: "I don't dare to sleep, I'm afraid that as soon as I fall asleep, you will run away." ”

"I don't want you to settle in Tianxia City, I can cultivate now, I will follow you wherever you go. ”

was squeezed into Hong Zhirou's arms, his body was delicate and hot, and his body was fragrant, Li Muyang was a man, and it was difficult to sit still by such a blatant temptation of a beautiful woman who he didn't hate.

At this moment, he almost didn't want to control himself, and he was about to push Hong Zhirou in his arms down and correct the Fa on the spot.

The breathing became heavier, and his hands were placed on Hong Zhirou's delicate body at some point, and he began to swim slowly.

Hong Zhirou's face was flushed, but she did not resist at all, her eyes were like silk, her jade arms were embraced, her delicate body trembled, and she quietly waited for the arrival of the storm.

"Wang Daoyou, let's go to the ghost market to have a look! The market has just opened at this time, and it's the time to have good things!"

"Hanamichi-you, I'm also going to go shopping, my brother is still in the backyard, and when he arrives, we'll set off again!"

“......”

Li Muyang suddenly came to his senses, but his hands no longer knew when to lift Hong Zhirou's clothes and put them in a place where he shouldn't have just arrived, he slowly pulled out his hands silently, and instead hugged Hong Zhirou's slender body into his arms: "Zhirou, let's go to the ghost market too?"

Hong Zhirou was embarrassed at this time, buried her head in Li Muyang's arms and refused to get up, only a "hmm" like a mosquito.

Although the ultimate goal was not achieved, hearing Li Muyang's name for her changed from Zhirou girl to Zhirou, this proves that the relationship between the two of them has become more intimate.

The ghost market is not far from the Yuelai Inn, and the so-called ghost market is actually a market where low-level monks only occupy stalls at night to sell various low-value items.

This market is not small, it is used to sell other goods during the day, but it is fully used at night, forming such a night market.

Due to the mixed list of items sold in the night market, there are even some monks who play tricks on ghosts, and over time, this place has been nicknamed the ghost market.

The glow-in-the-dark stone is like a star, illuminating the stalls of the entire market.

Li Muyang was a little helpless, and when he came out of the room, Hong Zhirou's warm little hand was always in his palm, which simply ruined his demeanor as a swordsman, but it was like a little couple who came out to press the road at night.

Hong Zhirou was very happy, she walked a lot briskly, and her eyes looking at Li Muyang were gentle.

The two of them did not have any purpose, and Hong Zhirou did not wander around like at dawn, but stayed quietly by Li Muyang's side, occasionally pointing out things of interest and chatting and laughing.

It seemed that whatever it was would make her laugh out loud.

"Brother Yang, look! There's a strange painting hanging here! Isn't it! A painting of this level has to be sold too!" Hong Zhirou saw something strange again, and said coquettishly.

Li Muyang followed her slender jade fingers and looked, an old painting was hanging on the shelf of the stall, judging by the degree of damage of the painting, probably if it was not painted on high-quality spirit paper, this painting would have turned into a cloud of flying ashes.

It's just that a painting that has been preserved for so long looks like a child's graffiti, and it doesn't seem to have any rules.

One stroke in the east, one stroke in the west, one stroke in the other, and one stroke in the next, but the whole seems to look like a crooked seven-story crooked tower.

What kind of painting is this, a so-called abstract painting?

The stall owner was a tall and sturdy man, a cultivator at the sixth level of the Refining Yuan Realm, and he was furious when he heard this, and said: "This is my family heirloom, if I don't marry a wife right away, I need spirit stones, how can I get it here and sell it!"

Dahan was already angry today, he wanted to sell this painting to an antique dealer, who knew how many antique shops he went, but someone offered ten taels of silver at the highest.

In a fit of anger, he went to the ghost market to set up a stall, preparing to sell this family heirloom painting at a high price.

Hong Zhirou smiled and said: "Family heirloom treasure, this is also too poorly painted, how much can it be worth?"

Dahan's eyes widened, and he said angrily: "Regardless of the quality of the painting, the spirit paper used in this painting has been passed down for so many years, and it can be regarded as a good antique!"

"Huh?"

Li Muyang suddenly felt in a trance, as if he had seen thousands of sword lights, this painting was strange!

He just wanted to withdraw his gaze, but his eyes were full of golden light, and he involuntarily entered a strange place.

Except for a crooked seven-story tower in front of him, the surrounding space was unexpectedly empty.

Even Hong Zhirou, who had been holding hands with him, was nowhere to be seen.

Crooked Tower?

Li Muyang immediately set his eyes on the crooked tower in front of him, could it be that he entered the world in the painting?

This painting is really quirky!

However, Li Muyang didn't understand how he, a big living person, was suddenly included in a painting.

How should he get back?

There is nothing around, and if you want to get out, it seems that you can only study the crooked tower in front of you.

As soon as he started his thoughts, the golden light flashed at Li Muyang's eyebrows, and the crooked tower in front of him suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes.

The seven-story tower turned into seven figures, and seven flying swords with golden light swirled and danced.

Seven different voices, chanting at the same time, as if they were all telling the mantra of some kind of exercise, poured into Li Muyang's mind in a chaotic manner.

Li Muyang's spiritual platform flashed with golden light, and automatically summarized the movements of the seven figures and seven different voices, forming a Zhenzong Gong Dharma book that only the super sect can have, the Seven Spiritual Cultivation Exercises "Holy Spirit Immortal Gong".

"Holy Spirit Immortal Skill" has a total of seven exercises, one heavy exercise and one heavy heaven, and if you cultivate to the seventh level, you can achieve the holy immortal, which is equivalent to the golden fairy realm of law cultivation, and you can also ascend to the sky and become a god, and you will be immortal.

In addition, the refining method of the "Holy Spirit Immortal Sword" and the seven-grade spiritual technique "Holy Spirit Immortal Sword Technique" are also attached to the classics.

Li Muyang was ecstatic in his heart, who would have thought that there would be such a harvest in a ghost market in the Tianxia Dynasty where only low-level monks came to hang out.

The Seven Grades Exercise, or the rarest spiritual practice, is simply priceless.

Satisfied, Li Muyang was in a trance again, and he was surprised to find that he was still standing in front of the old painting, and his hand was still holding Hong Zhi's gentle and slender jade hand.

And Hong Zhirou, who was squatting down depressedly with the tall man who was still angry King Kong just now, as if she was a child who had been reprimanded by her parents.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that what just appeared was a hallucination?

However, Li Muyang's brain was very clear, and the refining methods of the "Holy Spirit Immortal Skill", "Holy Spirit Immortal Sword Technique" and the Holy Spirit Immortal Sword in his mind, and even every subtle movement of the seven figures dancing, and every detail of each flying sword flying were deeply engraved in his mind like an imprint.

How could it be an illusion!

Li Muyang thought for a while, as if he understood something, he gently shook Hong Zhirou's little hand, and whispered in her ear: "Zhirou, that painting is weird, you run the exercises, look carefully." ”

Hong Zhirou had her beloved Brother Yang by her side, not only refuting this painting to the fullest, but also saying that this monk of the sixth layer of the Refining Yuan Realm was self-conscious, and it was the time to be excited.

After listening to Li Muyang's reminder, she immediately became gentle like water again, and the little bird got up according to people, obediently looking at the ancient painting that she had just said was rubbish.

Probably because Hong Zhirou's spiritual talent is really good, it didn't take long, and Li Muyang, who was engrossed in his spiritual sense, found a faint figure flying out of Hong Zhirou's body, disappeared in a flash, and entered the painting.

At this time, Hong Zhirou's flexible eyes became dull, her body was slightly stiff, and her soul had entered the ancient painting.

The stall owner Dahan stood up, and when he saw that Hong Zhirou had finally quieted down, he couldn't help but give Li Muyang a thumbs up, and said angrily: "Dao friendly means, you lady is really amazing." ”

"If you hadn't controlled her just now, I would have had the idea of giving this painting to you, it's so scary!"

"Daoyou, I'm going to marry a wife in the next place, it's not easy to live in Tianxia City! If Daoyou likes this painting, five low-grade spirit stones can't be less!"