After accepting the fact that his cultivation and strength had fallen to the middle stage of enlightenment, Yang Yi suddenly didn't know where to go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Cultivating in the Ground? The current cultivation will not allow any progress in cultivation at all. Treasure hunting? The treasures needed by the mid-stage Enlightenment monks really couldn't arouse Yang Yi's interest. Sightseeing? Maybe it's a good idea. It can not only cultivate sentiment, but also relax the body and mind. When Yang Yi thought of this, he decided to leave his footprints on the famous mountains and rivers on the Guangfeng Continent.

Climb to the top in the early morning and watch the sunrise. Looking at the waterfall after the rain, I miss the rainbow. Sleeping in the temple on a snowy day...... In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed. Yang Yi's footprints have spread all over most of the Guangfeng Continent, and the mountains and rivers he has played in are unknown. Although the mountains and rivers of Guangfeng Continent are beautiful, the scenery is pleasant. But always being accompanied by mountains and rivers like this also made him feel bored, lonely and lonely. With such feelings, Yang Yi decided to do something different. For what? He thought of what Sikong Qingyu was doing now - traveling through the mundane and feeling the world.

Yang Yi, who did it when he thought of it, disguised himself as a secular person and entered a mortal city that was not too big. Walking on the streets of this city, Yang Yi watched the pedestrians of different colors and all kinds of shops, which gave him a different feeling. Half an hour later, Yang Yi, who had already turned around the city, decided to change the city to take a look.

A day passed, and Yang Yi also went to five cities in a row. Originally, when he wandered around these cities, he just wanted to feel the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of mortals. But after wandering around the five cities, Yang Yi unconsciously thought of his hometown, the city in the Azure Dynasty. Compared to the Azure Dynasty, he found that the cities of the Guangfeng Continent were more prosperous, and the residents in the city were more harmonious with each other. Could it be that all the mortal cities in the Guangfeng Continent are like this? In order to confirm his conjecture, Yang Yi went to more than 100 cities in a row in the following month. As it turned out, he was right in his conjecture.

Why is this so? Yang Yi had this doubt. "Maybe this has something to do with the form of existence of the Guangfeng Continent sect." After thinking about it for a long time, Yang Yi came to such a conclusion. Most of the sects in the Guangfeng Continent are based on monks as emperors, generals, and ministers within a dynasty or dynasty. With the help of these monks, mortals will naturally live better and more affluently. Therefore, the city will be more prosperous, and there will be more harmony between people.

"It seems that there are pros and cons to everything." Yang Yi, who was originally extremely dissatisfied with the rules established by the Xinfeng Shangzong, couldn't help but sigh at this time.

One day eight years later, Yang Yi, who had traveled nearly 10,000 cities, came to a city with extremely damaged walls. "Could it be that there are still poor cities in the Guangfeng Continent?" Standing in front of this city that was different from what he had seen in the past, Yang Yi had such a question in his heart. After entering this city, Yang Yi also saw a completely different scene. Pedestrians on the streets of the city are not only scarce, but most of them look at each other indifferently. Few shops on both sides of the street have opened, and even if they do, Yemen is in abundance.

After Yang Yi finished turning this city, he flew to another city. He wondered if that was the exception. On this day, Yang Yi went to eight cities in a row, and what he saw was almost the same. How so? Yang Yi, who was puzzled, decided to visit the residents in the city tomorrow and ask for clarification.

"Objective, what would you like to eat?" The shopkeeper of the restaurant asked Yang Yi, who entered.

"Let's have a pot of wine and a few plates of hot stir-fry."

"Objectively, you will send it right away."

"Little brother, do you know why there are so few people in this city, and people's lives are so hard?" After the shopkeeper brought all the food, Yang Yi asked him.

"Guest officer, you're not from our Xinyan Dynasty, are you?"

"How so?"

"If you are from our dynasty, how can you not even know this."

"Please also ask the little brother to solve the doubts."

"The reason why this is the case in our city is not because of those immortals who are high above."

"Immortals? In our country, immortals are living bodhisattvas who save suffering. They are concerned about people's livelihood and people's welfare. With immortals, the city should be prosperous, and the people's lives should be rich. ”

"More than 500 years ago, the immortals of our dynasty were also like the immortals of your country, dedicated to the people. The current immortals, hehe, are not like this. They expropriated violently, did all kinds of evil, and made the lives miserable, and the people were miserable. Many people were forced to live no longer and rebelled against the tyrannical rule of the immortals. However, how can mortals fight the immortals, either they are killed by the immortals, or they flee to the wilderness. ”

"It turned out that the immortals were unkind. Then why don't you leave the Hingyan Dynasty and flee to other countries? ”

"Objective, when you came to our Xinyan Dynasty, did you ever think about leaving?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"Since I haven't thought about it objectively, I don't need to think about it in the future."

"Why is that?"

"Because objectively, even if you want to leave our Xinyan Dynasty, it is impossible. For us mortals, the Xinyan Dynasty has been in and out. If you don't believe it objectively, go to the border now and try it and see if you can get out. ”

Leaving the restaurant, Yang Yi Yujian came to the border of the Xinyan Dynasty. When he saw the psychedelic formation that blocked the entire border and was enough to deceive mortals, he also understood the meaning of the shopkeeper's words. But he didn't understand what the Immortal Cultivation Sect, which ruled the Xinyan Dynasty, was doing this.

Could it be that the people of the Xinyan Dynasty did something wrong and were punished by the sect that ruled here? There's no need. After all, the prosperity of a sect is also related to the prosperity of the dynasty it rules. Only the more prosperous the dynasty, the larger the population base of the dynasty. Only then will it be more likely that there will be people who are spiritual and suitable for cultivation. Besides, even if it is a punishment, there is no need to punish it for 500 years. This will not only hurt the people of Limin, but also the sect that rules here.

"Five hundred years?" Yang Yi muttered this familiar word, thinking of Huang Guangxing's attack on the Xin Immortal City more than five hundred years ago. Perhaps the sect here is doing this, which is not unrelated to Huang Guangxing.

Leaving the Xinyan Dynasty, Yang Yi entered the nearest Fang City. After several inquiries, I finally learned the reason. It turned out that the Xinxun sect that ruled the Xinyan Dynasty was the sect from which Huang Guangxing was born. It's just that at this time, the Xinxun Sect has already existed in name only, and its current actual controller is the Mingfeng Sect. The reason why the Mingfeng Sect did this is, of course, because of the instructions of the Xinfeng Sect.

Yang Yi, who came to the Xinyan Dynasty again, decided to do his little bit to help the people of the Xinyan Dynasty. Of course, his help did not mean that he would fight against the Xinxun sect on his own. Yang Yi's current strength is that even ordinary Gathering Formation Sixth-Turn Monks may not be able to defeat him, not to mention that there are several Gathering Nine-Turn Monks who are sitting in the Xinxun Sect.

Yang Yi purchased rice grains and medicinal herbs from other dynasties, and then hired the residents of the Xinyan Dynasty to open benevolent halls and pharmacies in various cities. On the one hand, it can help the citizens who do not have enough to eat, and on the other hand, it can treat their injuries and diseases. Yang Yi was worried that the monks of the Xinxun sect would find out that these stores were opened by him and would trouble him, so he rarely showed up. Even when he does make occasional appearances, he wears a hat, making it impossible for mortals who come into contact with him to know what he looks like.

The area of the Xinyan Dynasty is definitely not small, and there are naturally not a few cities inside. Therefore, if Yang Yi wants to cover the good hall and pharmacies in all the cities, the time it will take will definitely not be short. More than two months later, he had only walked half of the city.

"This brother, what's wrong today, why are you all running to the middle of the city?" On this day, Yang Yi came to a city again. He found that the city, which was supposed to be quiet, was a little lively, so he asked the residents of the city.

"What else could I do. The City Lord's Mansion wants to execute the martial arts warriors who dare to resist the immortals, and the big guys have all gone over to send them off. ”

"I remember that as long as a knight dares to resist the immortals, they will be killed directly by the immortals. How could there be a public execution in the City Lord's Mansion today? Yang Yi, who saw this situation for the first time, asked with some puzzlement.

"It is said that among these knights, one of them was extremely martial arts, and he actually killed a low-level immortal alone. The high-ranking immortals sitting in the City Lord's Mansion were very angry and captured them all alive. After a few days of torturing these knights, the immortals announced their public execution today. Say what to kill a hundred to set an example. ”

"I see." Hearing this, Yang Yi fell into a dilemma. He didn't know whether he should save or not save the martial arts warriors who were about to be executed. If they are saved, can they be saved, will they expose themselves because of this? If he didn't save it, Yang Yi asked himself if he was not such a cold-blooded person.

With such complicated thoughts, Yang Yi came to the center of the city and saw the three-meter-high execution platform set up by the City Lord's Mansion. On the execution platform, there were three young men in their twenties, dressed in prison uniforms. They were tied up and pushed to the ground. These three young men had obvious marks of being whipped and burned by the fire on their bodies and faces. Especially the one in the middle, there is not a single intact place in his body. Although he received the heaviest punishment, he straightened his back and did not show the slightest fear. On his scarred face, perseverance and perseverance were written.

Behind the execution table is the seat of the trial. There were five monks seated on the seat, four of them were in the Enlightenment Period and one was in the Pulse Stage.