In the post station, the layout is relatively simple, in line with the consistent and capable style of the Sword Sect, and each outer monk was issued a sword-shaped wooden plaque, and they injected their respective sword yuan into the sword plaque to identify their identity.

In addition to this, Ye Shengqing and the others were also arranged to have independent houses for cultivation.

Closing the door, Ye Shengqing looked around and found that the layout in the room was also very simple, a bed, a table, two chairs, and a set of cabinets were all the furniture in the room.

Ye Shengqing walked to the side of the bed and patted the not too soft bed, "Good man, we have to get along day and night for five years." ”

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, Ye Shengqing had just taken off the [Ben Thunder Sword] he was carrying at this time, he heard the voice and said to the door: "Please come in." ”

The door was pushed open with a "creak", and what greeted Ye Shengqing's eyes was an alien monk of medium stature, with many black scales on his skin, and a pair of dragon horns on the top of his head.

This alien monk's facial features are similar to those of a human, and he should look like a man, his gaze swept away from the [Thunder Sword] in Ye Shengqing's hand, and then smiled at Ye Shengqing: "I am the person in charge of the post station here, you can call me Long Sanguan." ”

Ye Shengqing pressed his index finger against his eyebrows, and performed a Sword Sect standard etiquette towards Long Sanguan, but he muttered in his heart: "Dragon Scale Clan? As the person in charge of this place, he must be an inner sect monk, why is he still willing to visit, this is too polite, right?"

Compared with the undisguised domineering spirit of Gulian Zhufeng, the senior of the inner gate, the predecessor of Long Sanguan in front of him is inevitably too kind.

As if seeing Ye Shengqing's doubts, Long Sanguan smiled and said, "I am the person in charge of this place, and it is my responsibility to ensure that you can practice with peace of mind." In comparison, some of the empty heads and brains are completely ignored. ”

The dragon scale monk pointed to the door and said, "There are still a few new monks who need me to get to know, so they will leave first, and they can find me for anything in the future." ”

After saying that, Long Sanguan left Ye Shengqing's room and closed the door for him.

Ye Shengqing touched his chin and said to himself silently: "It's too polite, but it's good to have such a person in charge, at least there shouldn't be any trouble in the next five years." ”

Retracting his gaze from the entrance of the room, Ye Shengqing respectfully pulled out the [Thunder Sword] from the special scabbard, and injected his mind into it, striving to dismantle the rune prohibition left by his master.

......

Somewhere in the Nether, in a post station belonging to "Tian Yuan City".

"Lord Phantom Snake, according to the report from the spies, a total of ten outer sect monks from the Sword Sect have come to the Nether Realm and settled in the post station that Long Sanguan is in charge of. ”

A samurai wearing a scimitar at his waist, dressed in green bamboo armor, and wearing a demon mask on his face, half-knelt on the ground, and reported respectfully to the woman with a slender figure and a beautiful face in front of him.

The woman wore a long, dark green tight-fitting skirt that framed the roundness of her breasts and the slenderness of her waist.

From her slender side neck to the base of her ears, there was a tattoo of a green snake, which added a bit of bewitching beauty to this woman.

Tucking the hair from her sideburns, the woman said in a lazy voice and asked, "Is that person here?"

The half-kneeling Bamboo Armor Warrior's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he could not see the beautiful posture of the woman in front of him, and he replied:

"Lu Li didn't come, but among the ten Sword Sect cultivators who came, it is said that one of them was his best friend. ”

"Didn't come?" The eyes of the woman in the dark green dress narrowed slightly, and the coldness and murderous intent that flashed in those beautiful eyes made people involuntarily think of a poisonous snake, a beautiful snake.

"The murderer who killed my brother didn't come! Hmph, it doesn't matter, let him live for a while, this time his friend will pay some blood debt first. ”

The Bamboo Armor Warrior couldn't help but remind: "Lord Phantom Snake, that's a Sword Sect monk, although he is only an outer disciple, he ......"

"But what?"

The woman's eyes were cold, and she swept over the bamboo armor warrior, whose body covered by bamboo armor suddenly shook, and seemed to be being targeted by a poisonous snake, and her heart couldn't help but be filled with fear.

The Bamboo Armor Warrior hurriedly changed his words and said, "Everything is subject to the arrangement of Lord Phantom Snake. ”

The phantom snake's tone returned to her previous laziness, and she said, "Every person who comes to the Nether Realm for the first time will go to [Xingyue Lake] to scoop a sip of lake water to drink. All you need to do is keep an eye on the movements of the Sword Sect Post Station, and when the new batch of Sword Sect monks go to [Xingyue Lake], it will be our chance to make a move. ”

......

Looking at the sky outside the window that gradually darkened until it became pitch black, Ye Shengqing knew that the nether realm was also divided into day and night.

During the day, the Nether canopy will be dark red, and the whole world will be relatively calm and silent.

When night falls, the sky turns dark, a complete darkness without starlight and moonlight.

Whenever this happens, the aura of the Nether will become extremely unstable, and hurricanes and sandstorms will fill the entire world, perfectly displaying the killing power of nature.

This is also the reason why the various forces built the post station, these buildings that resemble "post stations" were first invented by the natives of the Nether, and the unique structure can resist the bombardment of hurricanes as much as possible, and after the rune blessing of their respective forces, it has become the strongest fortress in the dark night of the Nether, so that the monks of all forces have the basis for long-term survival in the Nether.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, and this time before Ye Shengqing could speak, the one outside the door had already pushed the door in, and it was Long Sanguan with many black scales on his skin and a pair of dragon horns on the top of his head.

The person in charge of the post station first smiled apologetically at Ye Shengqing, and then explained while walking to the window: "When night comes, it is also one of my responsibilities to ensure that all doors and windows are closed. ”

As he spoke, Long Sanguan skillfully closed the window in Ye Shengqing's room and attached a rune prohibition.

"Before, when the night came, someone happened to cultivate to a critical period and entered the realm of forgetting things and self. I didn't respond to any knocks on the door, so whenever I had to check the doors and windows, I would come in uninvited, sorry. ”

"It's okay, I understand. Ye Shengqing waved his hand, signaling that the other party did not have to apologize.

Long Sanguan had already exited Ye Shengqing's room at this time, and he was about to close the door for Ye Shengqing, when he suddenly seemed to think of something, and said again: "Tomorrow I will take you to [Xingyue Lake], if you have learned about the [Nether] in advance, you should know why we are going." ”

Ye Shengqing nodded, with his character, he had indeed already understood all kinds of common knowledge of the [Nether], and knew that every monk who came to the [Nether] for the first time must go to the [Xingyue Lake] within three days and take a sip of fresh lake water.

According to the Treasure of Universal Knowledge, if one does not drink the water within three days, the time experienced by the person will no longer be able to synchronize with the passage of time in the Nether.

And if the time is not synchronized, when the next night comes, something terrible will befall this person.

Squeak.

With the sound of the door closing, Long Sanguan had already left the door and went to the adjacent room to check the closure of the doors and windows.

With Ye Shengqing's current cultivation, there will be no problem even if he doesn't sleep for a few days, but Ye Shengqing, who hasn't seen the bed for five years, still turned over and lay on the bed in a green shirt.

When he was in the Sword Sect, the monks of the outer sect all fell asleep by meditating and meditating, living a kind of ascetic life.

Now lying on the bed that he has not seen for a long time, Ye Shengqing was still a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but after a while, he was already breathing long and fell asleep.

The darkness in the canopy was gradually replaced by dark red, marking the arrival of a new day, Long Sanguan came early and knocked on Ye Shengqing's door, making him feel like he had returned to the world after a good night's sleep.

When Ye Shengqing put on his back the "Ben Thunder Sword", sorted out his appearance, and pushed the door to the hall, he found that the other nine outer door monks had arrived, as if they were all waiting for him.

"Sorry for being late, I slept last night. ”

Ye Shengqing said to the other nine fellow disciples with a slight apology.

Shizuki Chasing Wind smiled, "We've just gathered. Saying that, she stepped forward and got closer to Ye Shengqing, and a pair of green eyes looked at Ye Shengqing's face without blinking.

Ye Shengqing was a little embarrassed to look at him, and while he looked sideways, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Senior Brother Ye's spirit looks better, it looks like I'll have to sleep tonight too. "Tide Moon Wind Chase Channel.

"Ah, haven't you been in the Sword Sect for longer than me? I should call you Senior Sister, right? Ye Shengqing said.

Xiyue Zhufeng straightened the hair of his sideburns, brushed them behind his ears, and said with a smile: "Cultivators should respect their strength, besides, Senior Brother Ye, as a closed disciple of the Qingdian Sword Saint, is already an inner sect cultivator, of course it is natural for me to call you Senior Brother." ”

As he was talking, Xiyue Chasing Wind paused, the smile on his face subsided slightly, and said, "Unless Senior Brother Ye doesn't like me to call you Senior Brother, then I won't call it." ”

Ye Shengqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No, I will be cheeky to accept the title of 'senior brother'." ”

"Okay, Senior Brother Ye. Xiyue Chasing the Wind smiled, and sweetly shouted "Senior Brother Ye" again.

At this moment, there seemed to be a lake hidden in her green eyes, which was gently rippling due to the ups and downs of her emotions.

"The public is not ashamed. ”

A cold voice rang out out at an inopportune time, and it was a thin, not tall Terran monk who spoke.

His eyes were gray, full of coldness and wildness, and when Ye Shengqing looked at these eyes, for a moment he thought that it was a wild wolf who was looking at him.

The wolf-eyed monk was dressed in a coarse white robe, and it was not known if it was a change from a gray robe.

This person was also one of the ten outer sect monks, and Ye Shengqing knew him.