After bidding farewell to General Xiao Su, Ling Qingfeng took Gu Le and Gu Jiannu into Stone City with the caravan.

The inside of the city is a hundred times more lively than the outside, a straight street leads to the center of the city, flanked by one shop after another, and there are all kinds of vendors on the roadside, and the sound of selling is endless.

Where have they seen such a bustling street market scene on the grassland, Gu Jiannu was a little dizzy for a while, and they couldn't find the north.

Everything is sold on the street, food, clothing, housing and transportation, all kinds of tools, exquisite gadgets, and even rouge gouache used by girls are sold on street stalls.

The three rode wildebeest horses and parted ways with the awe-struck gaze of the steppe merchants. After this incident, I believe that soon the prestige of the ancient sword clan will be spread on the grassland, and if ordinary tribes want to bully them, they must first weigh the weight of the divine capture camp.

According to the guidance of passers-by, after passing through Xuanshan Street, and then turning to the direction of Zhuwu Temple, you can see the stronghold of the Shenyu Camp.

Ling Qingfeng was not in a hurry, he took Gu Jiannu and Gu Le, wandered around the street slowly, tasted the stone baked cakes known as the most characteristic stone in Stone Town, drank two cups and stuffed goat's milk to quench his thirst, and then bought a bunch of rock sugar gourd fruits and held them in his hands, tasting them while walking.

Gu Le and Gu Jiannu were a little dazed, just now Lord A Man killed the steward of the Shuai Mansion, shouldn't they be hiding cautiously now? If you are even worse, you should hurry to the god hunting camp to seek shelter, why do you still have the leisure to wander around the streets?

So, these delicious snacks are in the mouths of the two of them at the moment, and they are so tasteless that they can't concentrate at all. I can't wait for the posture that as soon as there is a wind and grass, I will immediately flee for my life.

Ling Qingfeng was unhurried. A neat look. Because for him, the perspective of things is different. The natural state of mind is different.

He knows very well how valuable his identity as a candidate for the Divine Hunting Camp is, if he hurriedly flees to the Divine Hunting Camp stronghold at this time, but is seen through the truth, the more he is not in a hurry, the more people hiding in the shadows, the more they can't figure out the situation, the safer this road will be.

What's more, even if someone really comes to take revenge. With his own strength, he can completely take it down, just a steward, and how powerful a person can be invited!

Ling Qingfeng patiently observed and contacted the customs and customs on this street, because only in this kind of lowest-level market can he see the strength and weakness of a country.

When the people are rich, the country is strong, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the country's heritage and stamina can be regarded as profound.

Judging from the scene in front of him, the national strength of this Huoluo country should not be weak, and the faces of the common people show a kind of vitality. The thirst for wealth, the thirst for power, and confidence in the future.

Just when Ling Qingfeng and the three of them were walking around Stone Town, the backyard of the Shuai Mansion located in the central area of Stone Town. A guard was kneeling in the courtyard, being questioned by Mrs. Neifu.

"Mrs. Hui, the person who killed Steward Yang has an alternate order for the Divine Capture Camp in his hand. General Su Xiao fought with him in two moves, and the victory was not scored. Then the man took out the alternate order, and General Su Xiao retreated. The black-clad guard replied.

"The people of the God Hunt Camp? They are so majestic! Someone who dares to touch my handsome mansion! It's just a waitlist. Nothing remarkable! Where are the others now? Went to the God Hunting Camp? ”

The one who spoke was a woman in palace clothes, with a plump posture and a graceful posture, wearing a bright red bird and phoenix robe, and her appearance looked graceful and noble, but there was a hint of coldness in her tone.

"Mrs. Hui, our people are still staring, and the other party is still wandering around the city, and has not gone to the god hunting camp. The little one saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly reported back to Mrs.! ”

The lady in the mouth of this guard is naturally Mrs. Huoluo Country, Yang Shuai's wife, Shu Gao. The Yang Guangyang steward who was beheaded by Ling Qingfeng was her confidant, and every year he brought back huge profits from the grassland caravan to the Yang Mansion, especially to Mrs. Shu and her mother's family.

"It seems that the other party has no fear, so it seems that these three teenagers are not easy to deal with! Have you confirmed clearly, they are the ancient sword people of the grassland? One of them has a supernatural secret realm cultivation? Mrs. Shu thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.

The guard hesitated for a moment, and replied honestly: "They claim to be from the Ancient Sword Clan, and the incident happened suddenly, and we didn't have time to investigate it deeply, but the wildebeest they rode was indeed the mount of the Grassland Tribe, which is true!" ”

Mrs. Shu frowned, thought for a while, and said lightly: "Since this is the case, you can take a few people to the grassland to check on this ancient sword clan!" Even if it's a magical secret realm, it's nothing, the grassland tribe doesn't summon beasts, it's completely a chicken and a dog to our Huoluo country warriors, you retreat first! I've got my own plans! ”

When the guard heard that Mrs. let him go deep into the grassland, he immediately scolded in his heart for being unlucky, he came back from the grassland, and now he is going again, he blames Yang Guang's dead old dog, if he doesn't make trouble, how can he have such a natural hard life!

Mrs. Shu pondered alone in the house for a while, then moved to the courtyard, and beckoned to the maids who were playing with her little son.

"Dongmei, you take my post, go to the god hunting camp tomorrow, and say that there is a case in the house, ask them to handle it!" Mrs. Shu said softly.

The maid named Dongmei hurriedly nodded in agreement and followed Mrs. Shu into the study.

After wandering on the street for more than half an hour, Gu Le and Gu Jiannu were teenagers after all, and soon they left what had just happened, and the two bought a bunch of delicious food, held them in their arms, and ate them while walking.

Unconsciously, the three of them still came to the rudder gate of the god hunting camp Stone City.

If it weren't for the majestic hanging of the three golden lacquer characters of the Divine Capture Camp on the door of this mansion, the three of them would never have imagined that this kind of place would be the famous Divine Capture Camp rudder.

The reason is very simple, this whole street has come over, every household is a deep house compound, the courtyard is bright, even if the house is smaller, the front of the door is clean and decent.

Only the house in front of him with the plaque of the god hunting camp looks dilapidated, like a broken temple without incense, the steps in front of the door have accumulated a thick layer of dust, the walls are also mottled and rotten, and even the wall ash has fallen off in many places.

And that's not the worst of all, because next to this courtyard is a large mansion with eight stories high, this mansion has green walls and green tiles, so fancy, and there is singing and laughter inside, and there are bursts of silk and bamboo orchestral sounds in the daytime, and there are delicate waves of laughter.

Ling Qingfeng and Gu Le subconsciously looked upward, only to see that on the next floor on each floor, there were a lot of girls with flowers and branches, throwing their eyes at the downstairs, and the small handkerchief in their hands shook so happily!

This kind of place? Could it be the legendary Qinglou? Gu Le and Master A Man glanced at each other at the same time, a tacit understanding of being a man, everything was silent.

Wait a minute! Why would the branch of the Divine Hunting Camp be located in such a place? Could it be that it is easier to gather intelligence by relying on the Qinglou?

However, Ling Qingfeng quickly denied this idea, how could a department that couldn't even decorate the doors and walls have the money to buy information.

"Let's go check it out first!" Ling Qingfeng sighed secretly, and walked towards the gate of the Divine Capture Camp with his legs drawn.

Before he could reach the steps of the gate, the gate of the god hunting camp, which had fallen into disrepair, creaked open.

An old man slowly walked out of it, and it seemed that he took out an old rattan chair with great difficulty, and sat slowly at the door.

The old man didn't mean to communicate with Ling Qingfeng and the three of them at all, but lay on the old rattan chair beautifully, crossed Erlang's legs, listened to Yiyi's dumb play and music next door, closed his eyes, shook his head, and was so uncomfortable.

When he met such a strange old man, Ling Qingfeng felt quite interesting! People can also be regarded as self-contained and happy.

Ling Qingfeng thinks so, Gu Le doesn't think so, this simple grassland boy thinks very simply, he accompanies Lord A Man out to do things, of course he has to be shrewd, this kind of work of greeting and exploring the way, needless to say, he has to do it.

So, Gu Le strode up to the old man's rattan chair and said loudly, "Hey! Old man, is this a god hunting camp? My young master is here to test the gods! ”

His bright voice was indeed a loud voice practiced by a wildebeest on the grassland, but it shook the old man so hard that he raised his head and opened his eyes.

"What are you crying about, little kid! Go home and play! Is the God Hunting Camp just for you to play? annoyed Lao Tzu, arrested all of you in the house, and did seven days of hard work before you were released! ”

I didn't expect the old man to be quite horizontal, with a damn tone of who disturbed Lao Tzu listening to the play, blowing his beard and glaring, very fierce. (To be continued.) )