At the gate of the border city, there was a demon beast, a humanoid demon beast, with white wings faintly shining with colorful light. The light is not very obvious, just faint, but it makes people feel so dazzling, like a pile of spirit stones that are extremely tempting.

Everything that is not human is a spirit stone. The demon beast is equal to the spirit stone, and the spirit grass is also the spirit stone, the magic weapon of the elixir, everything is the spirit stone.

This humanoid spirit stone is, of course, Zhong Zhen, who has a sesame big demon pill in the dantian.

Fortunately, a monster beast that can speak human words, people tend to hold back the greed in their hearts a little, and if they are too much like people, they can't completely treat the other party as a beast, most of them think like this. Besides, such a demon beast, eighty percent of them have owners.

According to common sense, it is impossible for high-level monks to ignore a strange demon beast, and they will accept everything they can.

"I'm going to enter the city, stay for two days, and then use the teleportation array to go somewhere else." Zhong Zhen said to the two friars guarding the door.

The Friar hesitated for a moment before nodding.

It's rare, it's just too rare.

There are some birds that know how to speak, and their intelligence is quite good, and they refuse to live in the spirit animal bag, and they like to squat on the shoulders of their masters, and express their opinions from time to time.

But those are real birds.

This one is a personal bird, or a birdman. But she didn't squat on anyone's shoulder, complaining dissatisfiedly about the poor food and the like lately.

Besides, she is the same size as a normal person, and she can't squat on anyone's shoulders. It's ridiculous to do that. The little friar's thoughts turned to a very strange place, and suddenly he felt that it was not very good.

He coughed twice and let him go, and the border city welcomed any "person" to come, even if it was a murderous evil cultivator.

If you stay for less than three days, you don't have to pay city fees. Zhong Zhen remembered it very clearly, so he specially explained to the monk guarding the door that he would only stay for two days.

The spirit grass she got from Xiao Bufan's space planned to sell a large number here. The spirit grass collected from the vicinity of the Onimi Abyss to nourish the Yuan Shen could not afford to sell it here, so it had to wait for it to be sold elsewhere.

The main thing is that there are a lot of people who go there to collect this spirit grass in teams, as long as they don't go deep into the dense fog area, even if they are in the edge area. If your eyes are sharp enough, you can also make a difference.

Zhong Zhen directly looked for a few shops. In the strange eyes of others, a lot of spirit grass was sold. She was skeptical of the city, but its inhabitants were more pure than elsewhere. Even if greed flashed in his eyes, it quickly turned into a faint sense of guilt.

The people of the border city are mild-mannered, and many of them are very welcoming, but that is for the monks who have lived in the area for a long time. For outsiders, there are only some basic politenesses. If you hear that people plan to stay for a long time. The politeness becomes much more sincere, as if accepting a helpless orphan.

After selling the spirit grass, Zhong Zhen slowly walked to the place she wanted to see.

Today is not duel day, and I didn't see Bu Qingluo playing the flute and performing arts. She passed by the dueling platform and walked directly to the square not far from the City Lord's Mansion and stopped. He looked up at the statue of the Frontier Ancestor carefully.

She had seen it once a few years ago, but this time she had seen it more closely.

Among the people she knew. I can't find any resemblance to this ancestor, so did he throw a drop of essence blood into the Qiankun Mirror? Or perhaps, the wisp of divine consciousness that brought the exercises into the mirror is this person.

The statue exudes a sense of compassion, just like the kind of good man who has to give porridge in a disaster year, with mercy and some alms from above.

This kind of approachability, which is full of nobility, in other words, is an absolute hypocrisy.

Which craftsman is so good at carving a statue so vividly, Zhong Zhen can't help but admire it very much.

She remembered the first time she saw the statue of the Apricot Blossom Ancestor at the age of twelve, and her whole body was eroded by the wind and sand, and there were pits, but those eyes, looking directly at the sky in the distance, seemed to see through the sky. At that time, she felt that Xinghua Ancestor must be dead, but in fact, it was.

Li Huaixu died very unwillingly.

This frontier ancestor has no dead eyes in his eyes, no desire for the future, only compassion and indifference.

Any top craftsman has his own sensitive sense of touch, and they are able to capture subtle emotions that are well hidden during long periods of observation and gaze.

Jong-jin is a craftsman, so she can also capture the emotions of this statue.

There were some people in the square, not too much and not too little, there were fifty or sixty people, except for a great monk who seemed to be in the Jindan period, a small number of qi refiners, and the most were monks in the foundation building period. Each of them sat cross-legged on the stone steps in a very different posture, with their eyes closed and with a twelve-point reverence, worshipping the statue with reverence from the heart.

She smiled sarcastically, but without any laughter, and walked lightly.

Looking at the statue is only one of them, Zhong Zhen is looking for the monk surnamed Jindan who served in the city management team to Bu Qingluo, and plans to leave a letter to Mu Qingsong, by the way, to inquire whether Mu Qingsong has returned to the border city in recent years.

She was almost certain that Dugu Pocheng had Mu Qingsong's essence and blood in his body, not to mention that this person was a moral person, just with the thoughts of Aiwu and Wu, she couldn't cut off the contact.

The building of the city management team is not difficult to find, and it is indicated on the map that there are three large stone houses connected to the north of the square, which is the base camp of the city management team.

If the people who live in this city have any grievances to complain, they come here to deliver the pleadings, a bit like those yamen in the mortal realm. Unlike the Yamen, the processing speed here is very fast.

The so-called very fast, that is, in fact, most of them don't write the paper, they just say it by mouth, and after speaking, someone from the city management team will go to deal with it.

Zhong Zhen stood outside the gate of the city management team, and a large plaque was hung above a stone house that did not occupy a large area, with a few gilded characters on it, "fair and honest". The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, one stroke at a time, the writing is very upright, and it also looks righteous and awe-inspiring.

The lower right corner of the plaque is signed "Old Man in the Border Wilderness".

It turned out to be written by the ancestor of the border wilderness, Zhong Zhen couldn't help but look at it twice, and found that the texture of this plaque was the same as that of the statue, and it was a refined treasure and very strong. If you use it as a weapon to smash the monks, you will definitely smash it accurately, and the bones will not be damaged if the plaque is broken.

After reading these words, Zhong Zhen felt relieved for some reason. She didn't know how long she had been restless, and though she tried her best to put that ridiculous idea out of her mind, she was always afraid that it would come true. If Grandma was the Frontier Ancestor, she would have an urge to knock on the door of the City Lord's Mansion immediately and ask why?

This is not Grandma's handwriting.

Grandma writes very casually, as if she is eager to write all the words in one go, so it is very sloppy, and there are not many people who can understand it. In his words, writing must be done in one go, otherwise it will be like eating meatballs, if you eat only half of it, and the other half slips off the chopsticks and falls to the ground, there will be an incomplete defect.

Of course, there is another reason, grandma said that she is old and her wrist strength is not enough, so she has to write very fast, otherwise she will have no strength. Even if you write a formal couplet, you can't write it so that those in the neighborhood who are slightly literate can understand it. (To be continued.) )>