It was already sunset. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the sky, goose feathers and snow are flying, the sunset is like blood, and there are bewitching red clouds floating in the sky.

At the gate in the southwest, the soldiers of the city lord's mansion who were guarding the city had begun to retreat and seal the door, and the hundred-meter-high iron gate was slowly closing with a loud sound like a beast's wailing under the action of the machine.

After the iron gate is really closed, there will be a huge gate of 500,000 catties behind it, which will slowly fall, making the entire city indestructible.

"Huh, where do you look......" One of the soldiers suddenly noticed something, and pointed to the distance in surprise.

The other dozen or so soldiers turned their heads to look, but saw that on the snowfield in the distance, a long dragon-like snow gas was rolling over, as if it was an arrow from the string, and in the blink of an eye, it had already crossed a distance of several miles and reached the front.

"So fast, could it be an orc?" said one of the soldiers nervously.

"No, a man on horseback. The face of the non-commissioned squad leader was full of surprise, "What a speed." ”

In the blink of an eye, everyone felt that a flower was in front of them, a strong wind was blowing in their faces like a stormy wave, and in the midst of the neighing of the horse, a young man, riding a horse, had come to their approach.

This young man is about fourteen or fifteen years old, his face is like a crown of jade, his eyebrows are like a sharp sword, he flies obliquely into his temples, his eyes are like stars, he contains divine light, his body is slender, heroic, and his body exudes a heroic spirit, and on his shoulder there is a white silkworm monkey that seems to wake up and sleep, like a snow ball, cute to the extreme, the white horse under the young man's crotch, about two meters and five meters high, his teeth are like sharp blades, and the muscles of his body are carved from white jade by a master artist, full of explosive power, a little red heart on his forehead, wild and swirling, like a lion and a dragon, incomparable divine horse, as if he is a spirit animal in the sky。

It is really like a person like a jade, a sword like a rainbow, and a horse like a dragon!

The captain of the soldier squad has been stationed at the city gate all the year round, and he has seen a lot of geniuses who come and go, but how have he ever seen such a handsome young man? Together with those soldiers, they were all dumbfounded, and the only thought in their hearts was that this young man definitely had an extraordinary background, but he was afraid that the core true disciple of a certain gate sect had entered the world and practiced.

"A few big brothers, I have been on the road for several days, and I have been delayed for a little time, if I want to enter the city, can it be convenient?" Immediately, the young man's face was kind, and his smile was like a spring breeze.

"Haha, it's okay, the city gate hasn't really closed yet, the young man can enter the city by himself, please!" the captain of the non-commissioned squad laughed and ordered someone to get out of the way.

The boy thanked him, rode his horse like a dragon, entered the city, and disappeared into the distant street.

"This young man can't be a genius of the Heart Cloud Sect, right?"

"It must have a great background, not to mention anything else, just the horse under the crotch, it should be the legendary white dragon horse, ranking among the top three in the entire Great Yan Xiuzhen Kingdom, worth tens of thousands of gold, we can't earn such a horse in our lifetime!"

"Hehe, I have been guarding the city for six years, and I have seen a lot of family sons and sect geniuses, all of them are arrogant and pretentious, but compared with the young man just now, it is simply like a local chicken and a dog to a dragon in the sky!"

"Yes, it is even more rare that he is so humble and polite to us low-ranking soldiers...... This is the real teenage hero!"

A group of soldiers for today's adventure, amazed, discussed, that one person and one riding sassy posture, a glimpse, may be permanently engraved in their minds, become their leisure time to show off the conversation.

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The boy who entered the city was naturally Zhou Liang.

Galloping all the way, finally before sunset, arrived, you can find an inn here to spend the night.

In the Xiuzhen realm, the human race either lives around the Xiuzhen sect or lives in settlements, and the wild wilderness is the world of desolate demons and orcs. This is the first time that Zhou Liang has left the Xinyun Sect and come to the Terran settlement, riding on a horse, looking around, very curious.

The main street in the middle of the city is paved with cyan boulders, extremely smooth, about 20 meters wide, even if ten carriages drive side by side, it is more than enough, every 500 meters, there will be a crossroads, the whole city is divided into squares like a chessboard, the traffic is extremely convenient.

It is conceivable that once an orc war breaks out, such a wide road can make it possible to send a large number of cultivators and manpower to the city wall in a short period of time, and there will definitely be no congestion.

Thousands of years of blood and fire in order to survive have made the city's architecture the first consideration for the convenience of war.

The sun has completely set, the night begins to cover the earth, but there are not many pedestrians on the road, three or three in twos in a group, on the pavilions on both sides, the lanterns have been hung one after another, from a distance, like a bright galaxy in general, the lights are lit, in the darkness swing a circle of orange and yellow misty phosgene, snowflakes in the night to fly to their heart's content, it is beautiful.

Some vendors are still shouting on the roadside, hoping to make another profit before they go home.

There are also cultivators who have returned from adventure, and after a day of reminding them of the dangers of fear, they have returned from the wilderness, or they are in a hurry, or they are drinking and carnivaling freely, or they are discussing the exchange of income in exchange for the necessities of life...... All kinds of people came and went in the streets, and there was a lot of noise.

If the life above the mountain gate of Xinyun Sect is full of coldness and indifference like a testament, then the feeling for Zhou Liang is full of the taste of the red dust and the world, which is closer to the life of ordinary people and more humane.

As we walked, the street in front of us finally began to narrow, and there were more pedestrians on the road, and the lights were bright, and the shouting and shouting were endless.

This is supposed to be a night market.

Zhou Liang turned over and dismounted, led slowly forward, and was not in a hurry to find a hotel to stay, he finally came out once, there was still a lot of time, he wanted to experience the prosperity of the human race settlement in the Xiuzhen realm.

Along the way, Zhou Liang saw all kinds of stalls, clay people, candy blowers, performers, acrobatics, martial arts performances, selling all kinds of well-behaved little beast pets, as well as small noodle stalls, teahouses, ready-to-wear shops, weapon shops, armor shops, and all kinds of snack shops......

A strong aroma fills the sky above the night market, and the voices of people are buzzing.

After casually asking a few words from passers-by, Zhou Liang knew that he was really lucky, catching up with the night market that happened to be once every six days tonight, so it was so lively and noisy, people came and went, and he saw the most prosperous side here.

Walking in the crowd, Zhou Liang's dusty temperament and the white horse's divine horse attracted a lot of attention.

"Uncle, come have a bowl of noodles. Zhou Liang chose a slightly clean food stall, tied it to the horse stake, and stretched out his hand to greet the boss.

The owner of the stall is a white-haired elderly couple about sixty years old, the old grandfather's back is slightly hunched, but he is in good spirits, his face is ruddy, he greets guests back and forth, the old woman cooks noodles out of the pot with her hands and feet, although the two are dressed plainly, obviously not a rich family, but the expression is extremely satisfied, the old man helps the old woman wipe his sweat from time to time, and envy others.

The stall was surrounded by a strong aroma, and there were many customers, and Zhou Liang followed the aroma to find it.

"Okay, young man, young man, your noodles are here!" The old man dragged his long tongue and put a bowl of noodles full of color and flavor in front of Zhou Liang's eyes, steaming, in such a snowy winter day, it instantly gave people a kind of warmth.

Zhou Liang snorted, and suddenly his index finger moved, and he was about to start immediately, when suddenly, there was a sound of swallowing saliva from the side.

Turning his head to look, he saw a tattered child standing next to the stall, his big black eyes widened, staring directly at the noodle bowl in front of Zhou Liang, his eyes were full of envy.

This little child, emaciated, obviously undernourished, I don't know how many times he has been wearing it, it is simply a white clothes that can't see the original appearance clearly, covered in mud, and his little hands exposed are frozen blue, looking extremely pitiful, obviously hungry for a long time, and his expression is a little trance.

Next to the children, there were five or six adults, all of whom looked malnourished, with thin faces and tattered clothes, which were incompatible with the lively and noisy atmosphere of the night market, and they all had embarrassed and shy looks on their faces, perhaps following the aroma to the noodle stall, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Father, I'......m hungry," a little child whispered.

The voice is crisp, as pleasant as a yellow oriole in the hollow valley, it is actually a girl, but it is unkempt, and because of malnutrition and no development, it looks like a boy.

The one who was called his father was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties, about one meter eight tall, but extremely thin, just skinny, his lips were blue, maybe he was extremely hungry, and his body was a little trembling, Wen Yan showed an embarrassed look on his face, looked into his arms, and finally shook his head gloomily, touched the little girl's forehead, and said: "Xiaomi, bear with me, and my father will help you find something to eat in a while......"

As he spoke, he looked around for a while, saw that there were leftovers from others, and plucked up the courage to ask for a little, but unfortunately every time he was scolded back as if he was called Hanako, and some vendors looked at these people from afar, and waved their hands in disgust to let them go.

"Damn, stinky Hanako, rob my things, can't you find death?"

A sturdy young cultivator stood up and cursed, and with a wave of his hand, he beat the little girl's father into a somersault, just because the middle-aged man wanted to pour the little soup he had eaten on the little girl.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, knocking lightly, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The other five or six companions hurriedly helped the middle-aged man up, angry and angry, but they dared not speak in anger.

The little girl rushed to her father in a panic, and the crystal tears flowed down her eyes, crying: "Father, father, millet is not hungry, millet is not hungry at all......"

Zhou Liang saw this scene and sighed in his heart.

In essence, the cultivation realm is a cold world where the weak eat the strong, and the prosperity of the night market in front of him can't hide the tragedy of the weak, no matter where it is, bullying will always happen, and I don't know why, Zhou Liang's originally good mood was completely destroyed by the scene in front of him.

"Damn, if you move my things, you want to leave like this, stop, and give me money!" The young cultivator was aggressive and vicious, and because of the little leftover soup at the bottom of the bowl, the lion opened his mouth and asked the little girl's father to compensate ten taels of silver.

"I ...... I don't have any money!Uncle, I don't dare anymore......" The middle-aged man trembled with fright.

"No money, what's in your arms?" The young cultivator smiled maliciously and grabbed into the arms of the middle-aged man, who didn't know how to cultivate the truth, how to dodge it?

"No, don't, this is the life-saving money that our village has put together! We're going to use it to hire a cultivator guardian......" The middle-aged man rushed over like crazy and wanted to snatch the silver back, and several other companions were also anxious at this time, and rushed over desperately, surrounding the young cultivator in the middle.

"Haha, hillbillies, what, you want to win with more?" the young cultivator sneered and slapped the table.

Hula!

Next to him, there were more than a dozen strong men with big shoulders and round waists, dressed as real people, carrying weapons on their bodies, with hideous expressions and fierce breaths, and at first glance they were Sanxiu who had killed people and seen blood, and they sneered one by one, surrounding seven or eight countrymen like Hanako in the middle.

"You...... I ......" The middle-aged man and his gang were frightened, and begged bitterly: "Uncles, it's good, this silver is really life-saving money! The Xiuzhen Guardian in our village is missing, and we have to use it to rehire the Xiuzhen Guardian! Without the Xiuzhen Guardian, hundreds of people up and down in the village can't survive this winter!"

"I don't care if you people in the village live or die, if you touch my things, you have to lose money, don't be so verbose, otherwise even if I kill you, it will be as easy as slaughtering a dog." The young cultivator smirked, not at all showing the slightest sympathy.

The eyes of the middle-aged people were already full of despair.

Zhou Liang sighed, sat on the spot and beckoned gently, and an invisible force poured out.

The young cultivator only felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the silver he was holding actually flew out of his hand uncontrollably, turning into a string of silver streamers, and submerged into Zhou Liang's hand three or four meters away.

"If you have to spare people and spare people, why do you want to kill them all?" Zhou Liang put the silver on the table in front of him, and did not look back.

"What the hell are you...... Little bastard, what kind of thing are you, and you dare to take care of my tiger affairs?" The young cultivator was furious and reported his name, as if he was a little famous in this area, otherwise he would not have made the surrounding spectators gasp.

"Squeak?" The little silver monkey woke up from his dream, turned his head to look at the young cultivator with great dissatisfaction, and made a humanized expression with the corners of his mouth: "Squeak...... Squeak!"