Luyang City is located in the northwest of Zhongzhou, with a history of tens of thousands of years, with the east wind of the first gate Yuxu Sect, it has stood tall after several turmoil.

The war has created its weather-ridden walls, and on top of the grandeur of gilded bluestone, the traces of weathering and every scar have a kind of silence and forbearance that belongs to the years. The monks stopped at it, shocked by its heavy vicissitudes, and could not return to their senses for a long time.

But there are always exceptions.

On the loess official road outside Luyang City, a young man riding a donkey seemed to walk slowly and quickly in the early morning sun, squinting slightly at the ancient city wall.

He was dressed in an earthy yellow short, wrinkled and dirty, as if he had not been taken care of in eight hundred lifetimes, and he did not have the demeanor of a monk at all, but more like a countryman who had returned to the city. However, his posture was leisurely, his expression was calm, and his eyes were commonplace and unwavering, as if the city wall in front of him could not shake his half distraction.

Even the neat and tidy little green donkey under his seat was not affected by the sight around him, and continued to move forward attentively and seriously.

This kind of calmness from the inside out makes people involuntarily look at it twice.

Someone's eyes lit up, and someone noticed more differences.

“…… This is a poor ghost, right? Nowadays, those who have a little family background will choose the crane and the like to travel, and he rides in a trance like an ordinary donkey. The person who spoke passed by the teenager.

"It's a mortal donkey. In my opinion, it should not be poor, but because of taste. The white shirt is dusty, the green shirt is elegant, and the blue shirt is extravagant, which is not good? He is actually dressed in earthy yellow, which shows how unpopular he is. ”

"Taste is still secondary, mainly waste. That shirt hasn't been washed for 100 years, hasn't it? His face was as white as a ghost, like a void of qi and blood. ”

"I always feel that he is dressed like a donkey with a shelf, and he is cleaner than a donkey...... someone pointed to his head: "You say...... Is there something wrong with him?"

As soon as the words fell, there were a few very shallow chuckles.

The boy didn't look back, and this little drizzle wasn't worth looking back.

Although this group of people deliberately controlled the volume, which was enough to fool most of the Qi Refining Stage cultivators, it was completely impossible to deceive him. The boy frowned at these people, and felt a sense of pity for them.

Nowadays, the Taoist cultivators in the cultivation realm pursue ethereal dust, and the men are mostly dressed in white, blue, black, and purple. The teenager is not influenced by the mainstream, believing that no matter what kind of clothes, in the end it must be set off by appearance. is capricious, even if it is an earthy yellow, he can wear uninhibited and chic!

These people actually said that he was so handsome and lovely, he was not handsome, he was really uncomfortable and felt sorry for them, why was his eyes blind at a young age?

The young man sighed, listening to the footsteps of the group of monks gradually moving away, and for a while he thought of his group of senior brothers again, and became even more melancholy.

The young man's name is Ning Qing, and he is an ordinary monk from the outer gate of the Imperial Void Sect, with three spiritual roots of gold, water and earth, and his qualifications belong to the kind that everyone else does.

In fact, he felt that just by virtue of his handsomeness, he was a man with his own blood.

Fortunately, since the crossing, his life in the first seventeen years was farming, at most it was appreciated by the real people of Jindan in the inner gate, which brought him a little trouble. Recently, there is a kind of horror of the sudden change in the style of painting, all the way to the waste wood stream, and a hundred little green donkeys can't pull it back.

It's as if the world has changed after just one shutdown.

Could it be that the way he retreats is wrong?

Every time he saw his fellow doorman arrogant and self-righteous pointing at him, he felt that they had gone out without taking medicine. In the face of such a handsome and handsome him, it is incredible that they can still lose their temper.

Obviously, everyone is a patient, and they can't communicate with each other, so he feels that he can't bear this kind of life.

Therefore, taking advantage of the rules of the sect to visit relatives, Ning Qing left the sect on a little donkey and embarked on the road back to his hometown.

It's just a matter of distraction.

What he didn't expect was that the monks outside had no vision.

Coach, this is not the same as saying yes!

Ning Qing patted the little green donkey gloomily, and slowly stopped at the gate of the city, her expression of pity became sad.

When the guides, who made a living by leading the way, they stopped one by one, and their eyes kept falling on this face, as if they were estimating his financial resources. There was only one young man in a strong suit, with bright eyes, and he squeezed out of the crowd regardless of it, attracting angry and contemptuous stare from others.

Ning Qing glanced at the young man without a trace. The young man didn't notice Ning Qing's gaze, and was waving his hands excitedly, struggling to step forward, but was stopped by his peers around him. The new and neat shirts were rubbed crookedly, and a white little face was gradually dyed red.

The middle-aged monk who guarded the door turned a blind eye to this, and did not speculate whether Ning Qing had enough spirit stones, and said officially: "The entrance fee is three low-grade spirit stones." ”

Ning Qing nodded, and happily paid the three spirit stones, and the guides' eyes lit up.

With this cheerful and generous energy, it is worth asking. Even if you are really a poor ghost, it won't take much time to ask, won't it?

With such an idea, many guides rushed up, relying on the tall horses and straightening the young man behind him again. The young man's pink cheeks were swollen and red because of this, and he had no choice but to look at the person standing in front of him with hatred.

Amused by this scene that seemed to be a farce, Ning Qing rode a little donkey and shook his head and sighed: "It's not easy to think about it, the world is so big, why is it me who is handsome?"

The little green donkey snorted twice in agreement, and several guides were stunned for a moment, and looked at the red-faced teenager, most of whom looked strange.

Even the two monks guarding the city only glanced at each other, twitched the corners of their mouths, straightened their waists and did not squint, and invariably ignored Ning Qing.

Only the teenager, who was completely unaware of what was happening, took advantage of the relaxation of others and squeezed to the front of the crowd in one go. Standing still, the young man immediately tidied up the messy clothes, and his movements were skillful and cautious.

Oh, that's interesting. Ning Qing thought nonchalantly. It's a pity that the acting is too poor.

Touching his chin, Ning Qing patted the little green donkey, and fine dust fell from it, so comfortable that the little green donkey snorted several times.

On the other hand, Ning Qing's clothes covered with loess have not changed at all.

Rao is a middle-aged monk who is a gatekeeper who has seen a lot of things, and there is also a moment of surprise. He was a monk in the middle stage of condensation, and his realm was much higher than Ning Qing, so he could naturally see that Ning Qing was only in the early stage of qi refining, and his qi and blood were also a little weak, so it could be seen that there were injuries on his body. Such a realm, under such circumstances, can be achieved with only ingenuity, and it is estimated that only the great sects can cultivate it.

He glanced at the face, his gaze sweeping over his pale eyes, as if thinking of something. A different color flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged face, and he was no longer surprised by Ning Qing's subtle grasp of strength.

The big sects are not fake, but the big sects, the most are just messy things.

Sensing something, the defenders didn't say a word in the end. It's just that his complexion changed slightly, and the eyes that looked at Ning Qing also became meaningful.

Seeing this, Ning Qing stretched her brows, a smile rose on her lips, and no longer delayed, urging the little green donkey to move forward.

"Senior, wait! Do you need someone to lead the way? The little one grew up in Luyang, and he is very familiar with this place!" The young man didn't know what happened in this moment, but he saw Ning Qing smile, and hurriedly stepped forward, busy promoting himself, but there was sweat on his forehead, "There is an auction in the city that is going to be held in the past few days, and you need a referral to enter, and the small one has a place here!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the guides next to them changed greatly, and their eyes were full of malice when they looked at the young man.

The auction was huge, and there were so many treasures that not everyone could go. As soon as such a killer feature came out, it was expected that Ning Qing would not be uninterested. It seems that they can't attract this customer.

Someone couldn't help but secretly "puff", looking at his new clothes, the jealousy in his eyes was about to overflow.

In the jealousy of several guides, Ning Qing glanced at the young man calmly. The inorganic eyes flashed cold in the morning light, which suddenly made the young man tremble, his face turned white, and cold sweat wet his light-colored clothes.

Snorting, Ning Qing sneered: "Okay man, let's go, the goal is the sea of stars." ”

As soon as the words fell, he raised his hand, waved it lightly, and pointed in the direction of the teleportation array in the northeast of the city, his expression was a little impassioned. The little green donkey raised his hooves, snorted lowly, and spewed out a puff of white gas from his nose, arching the boy fiercely, and heading towards the city.

The guides were startled and realized that the fresh faces were very familiar with Luyang. The teleportation array in the northeast is generally not available, it is the secular realm that leads to Dongyun Continent, and most monks don't even know that there is such a teleportation array.

The quick reaction immediately looked at the young man who was sitting on the ground, and laughed angrily: "Yo, look, isn't this the guy who has had a lot of luck recently? Why are you so arrogant, there is a quota for the auction, why do people ignore you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about with him! With such a father, the son is not much better! I don't know how to get the quota yet!"

"It's also a good feeling for people! I'm so familiar with the city, how can I not know what kind of goods this is!"

"Alright, let's go!" the leader pushed and shoved each other, walked to the next monk, and greeted him warmly.

The boy sat on the ground in a daze, not knowing what he thought, and his face turned pale. After a while, he gritted his teeth, got up, and ran wildly towards Ning Qing who was far away.

The middle-aged-faced monk guarding the city glanced at it lightly, without any special reaction.

People, you still have to be self-aware, and it is best to stand by and watch things that cannot be mixed up.

If you can't see this clearly......

A whisper interrupted the middle-aged face's thoughts: "Brother-in-law, what's going on?"

The middle-aged face said: "This has nothing to do with you, some things are just watched." Those scoundrels who hit him with the idea are afraid that this time they will kick the iron plate. ”

The young man was puzzled, suddenly thought of something, and his heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Those little bastards aren't so bold, right? This is Luyang City, with Jindan real people in charge! Who dares to disobey our rules!"

The middle-aged face glared at him: "The rules are the rules of Luyang, but the Jindan Zhenren is the Jindan Zhenren of the Yuxu Sect! Don't look at this young man who is not dressed well, Bacheng is also a member of the sect, how can he tell you! I don't have to mention this matter again!"

"Got it, brother-in-law. The young man touched his head and said, "I'll pay attention next time." ”

The city defender did not deliberately lower his voice, Ning Qing heard it clearly, but he turned a blind eye to these movements, and the little green donkey walked all the way into the bustling street under his urging. When he got to a crowded place, he had to get off the donkey and walk.

He prefers to worry about other problems than the reminder that the defenders don't know where to stand. For example, as long as he sits on a donkey, there is always a ** gaze staring at him, which makes him distressed by his handsomeness.

It is also a troublesome thing to stand up to the sky.

Ning Qing listened to the subtle footsteps that were coming, and on her indifferent face, a pair of eyes were full of coldness.