After the demon entered the city with Midnight, he ran to an inn called "No More Come".

"Strange old man, why is it so badly injured?" The shopkeeper greeted him, and the demon said impatiently, "Now I don't want to mention it!" was secretly plotted by an authentic female Taoist cultivator of Xuanmen! ”

The shopkeeper smiled secretly, and sent the strange old man and demon into the ghost word No. 1 room, and said again: "You must be blaming the old man for seeing a young and beautiful woman and robbing others to make a furnace, but he miscalculated, right?" ”

"You hurry up and open another room for my friend."

The shopkeeper followed the strange old man's gaze, and only then did he notice the presence of Ling Ye.

"When did you accept the disciples? Or a female disciple? The shopkeeper asked, dumbfounded.

The strange old man was silent, worked hard to breathe his true qi, and forced the tip of the sword deep in his shoulder out of his body, before he said lightly: "Don't you have to be busy with your business?" ”

The shopkeeper immediately flicked it and ran away, leaving only one sentence: "Your friend lives in the second room of the ghost word." ”

"Close the door." The strange old man raised his head, and the door slammed shut.

The strange old man said: "Since you are Ling Yun's daughter, don't you know that the current situation in Lu Dao is turbulent, and it is not easy to get out of Qingluan Mountain?" ”

"But I have to go somewhere, find my friends." Ling Ye said.

"Where do you want to go? Who are you looking for? ”

Ling Ye sat down casually and said, "I'm going to Qingxuan Cave first, east of the Evil River in the East Valley." ”

The strange old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know the Hundred Miles of Dark Night?" That kid didn't know what was crazy about Lu Dao, and he was extremely unstable some time ago. ”

"Do you know what happened to him?"

The strange old man shook his head and said, "I don't know what the specific thing is. I only knew that he was seriously injured and fled, and there was no more of his whereabouts...... It's strange to say, although that kid has a lowly status, he has a natural ability, a peculiar root, and a thousand-year-old cultivation is not something that ordinary people can hurt him. I don't know who that kid provoked! ”

"Thank you for your kindness today, but I don't want to stay here any longer." Ling Ye got up and hugged his fists.

The strange old man hurriedly shouted out of Ling Ye and said, "You are slow." Sunset Mountain City is at least four or five days' walk from the East Valley Evil River. You might as well give it to a friend of mine for me, and my friend will help you, and you will be able to reach the Evil River in the East Valley in about three days. ”

Ling Ye pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes again, and said, "I don't know what it is, who to give it to?" ”

The strange old man took out a small wooden box from his Qiankun bag, handed it to Ling Ye, and said, "This thing is the relic of the Jizo Bodhisattva." You will send me to the inn in the southwest of Sunset Mountain City, and when the time comes, you will report the name of my strange old man, and the shopkeeper will naturally lead you there. ”

Ling Ye solemnly took it and said with a smile: "You and I just met in Pingshui, don't you suspect that I deliberately got close to you, just for the treasures in your bag?" ”

The strange old man suddenly laughed and said, "I really don't know if there are treasures in my bag." But whether you can trust it or not, I know. I blame the old man for never being wrong in looking at a woman! If you are Ma Xianglian's person, I will solve you in Qingluan Mountain, why wait until now? ”

"If you say this, I'll help you to the end!" Ling Ye said with a smile.

The strange old man raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, sister, my friend will help you when the time comes!" ”

When the words landed, a gust of wind suddenly rose, and Ling Ye felt that his body shook for a while, and with the magic of the strange old man, he was already standing outside the inn that he would no longer come to.

Ling Ye put the wooden box in his Qiankun bag, and then walked towards the southwest of Sunset Mountain City.

I saw that the streets and alleys were bustling with lights, and there were dirty-clad demon cultivators coming and going.

They whispered mysteriously to the vendors, not knowing what they were trading.

Midnight's curiosity surged into his heart, so he also joined in the excitement to take a look, only to see that the hawker's basket was full of toads, some purple, some yellow, and the eyes were more round than apples, croaking, accompanied by a disgusting smell, and spitting out thick smoke.

After a lot of night, he withdrew from the crowd, only to feel extremely disgusting in his heart, completely unaware that this was a rare holy product to improve his skills in the eyes of demon cultivators. In the middle of the night, she saw a few female demons gathered in front of a small stall, she thought that women were all beauty lovers, and she thought that she must have come to see some gold hairpin jewelry, so she stepped forward.

Only then did I find out that the jewelry selected by this group of female demon cultivators was not a golden hairpin or a silver hairpin, but a hair ornament made of the corpses of poisonous insects, snakes and ants.

"Shopkeeper?"

Ling Ye walked straight in, knocked on the counter, and then came to the inn The shopkeeper was sleeping soundly at the desk at this time.

She couldn't help but look around, although this place is clearly called "Come to the Inn Again", but the business is very deserted, only a small old man sitting in the corner pouring himself a drink, and the doors and windows of the guest rooms on the second floor are either crooked, or only the frame remains, as if no one has lived in it for a long time.

Compared with the "no longer come to the inn" in the northeast, Ling Ye feels that "come to the inn again" is an inn that will never come again.

Just as Ling Ye was thinking like this, the shopkeeper suddenly woke up, looking at Ling Ye with hazy sleepy eyes, he looked almost exactly the same as the shopkeeper in the inn who no longer came, but his temper was completely different.

He only felt that Ling Ye had interrupted his good dream, so he said angrily, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"It's the strange old man in the inn who no longer comes, and ordered me to come and deliver something."

Ling Ye took out the wooden box from the Qiankun bag and put it on the counter so that the shopkeeper could see it carefully.

The shopkeeper nodded, walked out of the counter lazily, and said, "You come with me." ”

As he spoke, the shopkeeper lit an oil lamp and held it in his hand, yawning and leaving the inn.

Ling Ye took back the wooden box, and followed the shopkeeper all the way, and the little old man who was pouring himself a drink in the corner never looked up.

After leaving the inn, the shopkeeper walked to a dry well in the backyard, he put the oil lamp in his hand on the edge of the dry well, after the oil lamp gradually went out, the wellhead of the dry well actually became larger little by little, and the most lull actually turned into a mountain gate engraved with a flying painting, there is a looming mountain road behind the mountain gate, and there is a plaque carved by blue sky and warm jade on the mountain gate.

"There is a head to the debt." Midnight thought about it in pieces.

The shopkeeper yawned lazily, turned around and left.

Ling Ye was about to call the shopkeeper, because the mountain gate was imprisoned, and she couldn't enter at all. But when she turned to look behind her, the little old man who was sitting in the corner drinking was now silently walking towards her.

Ling Ye turned sideways and gave way, and the little old man stood at the gate of the mountain without saying a word, carrying a dim lantern in his hand at some point, and staggered away on his own. Ling Ye didn't think about it, and quickly followed up. Before Ling Ye's figure disappeared, the mountain gate suddenly shrank, and immediately turned into an inconspicuous dry well, as if nothing had happened.