Putting away the Spirit Devouring Vine, Wang San stopped and continued to embark on the journey to the Ancient Wind Sect.

This chance encounter with Gu Ming, although Wang San profited in the end, the process was very dangerous, and it was pure luck to be able to save his life.

If he encounters something similar next time, Wang San will definitely not ask, because Wang San knows in his heart that he will not be so lucky every time.

Walking alone in the rolling mountains and forests, and lonely and full of danger, half a month later, Wang San finally saw people.

From a distance, this is actually a small city in the mountains and forests, the whole small city is built in a large canyon, there are only two roads in and out of the north and south, the city walls are high all around, all kinds of shops are criss-crossed, pedestrians come and go, it seems to be very prosperous.

"Haha...... That's great! ”

Suddenly, seeing so many houses and people, Wang Sansan was overjoyed, reached out and touched the stubble on his face, looked at the dirty clothes, and really wished that he could fly to the city immediately, take a good hot bath, and eat fragrant white rice.

The geography of the earthquake continent is very vast, there is no word for a country here at all, from villages, towns to cities are all independent systems, each city is equivalent to a country, burning, killing and looting, war all year round.

Ancient Wind City is simply pitifully small in the Earthquake Continent, and the military power in the city is not bad, but in terms of wealth, Cheng Dù ranks in the top five hundred.

A piece of fat like this should be full of smoke and could be attacked at any time, but the truth is the opposite.

It is true that the military of Ancient Wind City is limited, but that does not mean that it is weak, and many powerful city lords know very well in their hearts that attacking Ancient Wind City is equivalent to directly starting a war against the Ancient Wind Sect.

Because most of the mortals living in the Ancient Wind City were family members and relatives of the Ancient Wind Sect monks, no one dared to provoke them lightly.

Located in the mountains and forests, there are no lakes and rivers at all in the ancient wind city, and even the arable land is extremely limited, plus the people who live in the city do not farm at all, and all sources of livelihood are exchanged for trading. Therefore, the Ancient Wind City is essentially a trading city.

In the Ancient Wind City, relatives who are not disciples of the Ancient Wind Sect cannot live here permanently, and can only live in expensive inns.

If you choose to live outside the city. It's not impossible, but if you are in danger or killed, the soldiers on the walls will not care.

In a city like this, which is mainly based on trade, the most common thing is all kinds of horse-drawn carriages. It is spread all over the north and south gates.

Yang Daoyuan is one of the many coachmen, as his name suggests, Yang Daoyuan wanted to be a monk since he was a child, but unfortunately his qualifications were extremely poor, so that he could not enter the Xiuzhen sect even if he was bankrupt, and finally had to run to this ancient wind city to become a coachman.

The reason why he chose this way to make a living was entirely because Yang Daoyuan was still not dead, and hoped that in this ancient wind city, where monks often came and went, he would meet a kind-hearted monk and be able to accept him as an apprentice.

Yang Daoyuan doesn't look very good. Thin eyebrows and fine eyes, a potholed face, like a mud wall that has not been smoothed, but he is good at observing words and colors, clever words, staying in the ancient wind city for a long time, but gradually mixed up with a person, and the soldiers who defend the city often call each other brothers, won a lot of convenience.

Today's hour is still early, and most of the merchants who have entered the Ancient Wind City have no intention of leaving. Yang Daoyuan also rarely had a moment of leisure, so he sat in the carriage and chatted with the city guard.

"Eh, I said Brother Gu, remember that you have been a city guard for six or seven years. Why haven't you been promoted yet? ”

"Ho! Brother Yang, don't you know, a relative of the Gu family like us can live in the Ancient Wind City, it's already good, and I want to be promoted! Unless it was Gu Ming, the ancestor of the Gu family, who became an elder of the ancient style faction, don't even think about it. ”

"That's just as well. The higher the cultivation of the immortals in his family, the higher the status of the clansmen, but he hadn't seen Gu Xianchang for a long time, and he didn't know what realm he had reached now. ”

"What? Brother Yang still wants to beg the ancestor to accept you as an apprentice! I think you're still dead to this heart, you're in your forties, who is willing to accept you. ”

"Cut! Cultivating immortals has little to do with age, as long as you persevere, sooner or later you will come out one day. ”

"By the time you come out, I'm afraid everyone will already be in the ground, hahaha...... Huh! Someone's coming. ”

Yang Daoyuan turned around when he heard this, and saw a young man dressed as a hunter in the distance, striding towards them with an excited face, as if he was planning to enter the city.

As the young man gradually approached, Yang Daoyuan's face gradually sank, and his mood turned bad in an instant. I thought: Where did the homeless come from, it hurts Lao Tzu to talk to Gu Huan for a while, damn.

The young man walked on foot, attracting the attention of dozens of people outside the city, all kinds of eyes scanning his body, but most of these eyes were full of disdain.

To say that the people who came and went to the Ancient Wind City, except for some monks, they came on foot either refugees or homeless, and in the eyes of everyone, Wang San must be the latter.

Whether it is the soldiers guarding the city or the coachmen like Yang Daoyuan, the most hated is this kind of people, because after these people arrive in the ancient wind city, they will often ask for help one by one to get the cost of entering the city, which is very annoying.

No, before the young man could approach the city gate, several sharp-tongued coachmen shouted loudly and unceremoniously.

"Damn, there's another one named Hanako, I'll have to bear it later!"

"Hurry up and tell him to get out, don't disturb Lao Tzu's rest."

"That is, if anyone can enter the city at will, won't this ancient wind city be chaotic?"

"It doesn't matter if you can enter the city, just don't bother Lao Tzu later."

“……”

The young man, who had been walking towards the city gate with a happy face, heard the undisguised shouts of the coachmen, and his face fluttered and he pulled down.

This young man with messy hair and a beard on his face is none other than Wang San, because he has been walking in the mountains, the clothes on his body have been scratched in many places, but the clothes in Gu Ming's storage bag do not fit, so Wang San really looks like a homeless man now.

Glancing at everyone with his sharp gaze, seeing that these coachmen avoided one after another, and didn't dare to look at him at all, Wang San pouted and smiled, and walked directly to the city.

"Stop!" Before his feet stepped into the city gate, Wang San was stopped by two soldiers guarding the city, and drew his sword and said, "Don't you understand the rules? To enter the city, you must first pay the city tax. ”

"Entrance fee?" Wang San was shocked when he heard this, he knew about personal income tax, and he had also heard of tariffs, and thought to himself, could it be that this Sumeru realm also has a special economic zone, and there is a fee to enter the city?

"Enter the city for a tael of silver, if you don't have it, hurry up!"

Seeing that Wang San was stunned, the city guard thought that he had no money, so he opened his mouth and scolded loudly, not polite at all.

Being in a foreign land, many things can't be compared with Barrow Town, seeing that the two of them are not good at speech and domineering, Wang San doesn't mind, his eyes are swept, and there are a few more pieces of broken silver in his hand in an instant.

Wang San's move made Yang Daoyuan on the side shocked, and exclaimed: "Repair...... Monk! (To be continued.) )