Taizhen Garden is worthy of being a place to entertain the Yuanying monks.

On the icebergs of the glacial lake, it was cold to the bone, but they used formations to create a sense of spring and summer, and even made a large mountain forest.

The cave house prepared for them is also very good, with good spiritual veins, spacious and quiet.

"Let's go to Fang City." As soon as he settled down, Ziting shouted.

Lingyu didn't speak, and looked at Lan Muyang. They didn't come to play, just to coax Ziting, they said they were going to Fang City.

Lan Muyang said: "You go with her, by the way, go to Fang Market to inquire about the news, and I will go to the auction house." ”

"Uncle Lan, you ...... alone"

Lan Muyang smiled: "Are you still worried that I am not safe alone?" As long as he doesn't go out, no one in Aurora City dares to do anything to the Yuanying Monk. ”

Lingyu thinks about it, besides, Lan Muyang is stronger than her in terms of strength and experience, and it is really unnecessary to worry about Lan Muyang.

"Don't underestimate a place like Fang City." Lan Muyang reminded her again, "A lot of news will spread in the market, maybe you can find useful clues." ”

Lingyu agreed to come down and led Ziting out.

When he arrived at the Fang Market in Aurora City, Ziting was like a bird released from a cage, running all over the ground with joy, and when he saw something new, he looked around without blinking.

Lingyu doesn't care about her, she is a machine spirit in her infancy, if she is bullied in Fang City, it will be too inferior. With their divine sense, as long as the person is still in the Fang City and is not blocked by the formation and the like, they can be connected.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of tea soup." Lingyu found a place at the corner stall and sat down.

Don't look at this stall as inconspicuous, it is a centuries-old brand, when Lingyu goes out. I heard from the steward of Taizhen Garden.

The stall sells tea soup. Business is excellent. Five or six tables, few empty seats.

In a place like Xiancheng, the most are low-level monks and mortals, they beg for a living in the immortal city, and they can't open the valley, things like tea soup are convenient and fast, and they are very suitable for them.

Lingyu deliberately sat not far from the boss. After ordering the tea soup, there was no word to talk to the boss.

"Boss, you've been open for a long time, haven't you? I remember coming here more than ten years ago, and you were here. ”

The owner of the stall is a simple man, and his cultivation is only three levels of qi refining, so he should have no cultivation and take over the tea and soup stall.

He smiled and said to Lingyu while making tea and soup: "What the cyclamen said is right, our small shop has been open for hundreds of years. Since my grandfather's generation, this stall has been set up here. Passed down from generation to generation. Hundreds of years before you know it. ”

"I see." Lingyu said again, "Your business is good, why don't you buy a shop?" ”

The boss said: "Shop? That's precious, we're a small business, and we can't make much money! Besides, the cost of cultivation is too great, and I have no hope in my life, but my son has good qualifications, and I can't bear to bury him. ”

"You really love children."

"Who doesn't care for children? We are no better than those people, but we can't let our children be wronged. My dad thought the same thing back then, but unfortunately I wasn't angry. ”

"Qualifications can't be asked. By the way, this store has been passed on to you, what about Ling Zun? ”

"My dad is old and doesn't come out, so he prepares ingredients at home......"

The boss's cultivation is too low, and he can't sense anything, but seeing that she looks young and has a strong aura, he guesses that she is at least a foundation building senior, and she can answer whatever she asks.

After some idle talk, Lingyu finally asked: "I heard that the next door to your stall used to be an auction house, why is it not now?" ”

"Auction house?" The boss thought for a while and said, "That was a long time ago, the auction house has already moved, if you want to find it, you might as well go to the East Market and ask around." ”

"Really? When did you move? ”

"This ...... According to my grandfather, it seems to be more than 200 years. ”

"It's been so long!" Lingyu tapped her head, annoyed, "It seems that I made a mistake." No wonder I found here, I didn't see the auction house, and I didn't know if I asked anyone. ”

The boss smiled: "It's not a small boast, you have asked all over this circle, and you know that there is an auction house, I'm afraid it's only me." ”

"Then I'm really lucky, I asked a few casual questions, and I actually asked here......"

A quarter of an hour later, Lingyu paid and left the stall.

She asked when she was about to ask, but unfortunately, it was too long, and the one who experienced this back then was the grandfather of the current boss, who was long gone. However, at least one thing is certain, and that is that there was indeed such an auction that year. I hope Lan Muyang can get the exact news from the auction house.

As Lingyu walked, she suddenly sensed that Ziting's divine consciousness had fluctuated, and her divine consciousness was slightly released, and she couldn't help frowning.

Purple Court got into trouble?

She quickened her pace and walked towards where Ziting was.

After a while, she saw the door of a large shop, Zi Ting standing with her waist crossed. Opposite her was a slightly aggressive young man with several guards.

The young man was only in the Dan stage, and Lingyu didn't care, but there was a Yuanying monk standing behind him, who seemed to be in a group.

Lingyu frowned and stepped forward: "Purple Court." ”

Seeing her coming, Ziting smiled and grabbed her sleeve: "Senior sister, they bully people!" "Before going out, the manifestation real person instructed her to call her senior sister, so as not to be discovered as a machine spirit.

Lingyu glanced at the other party and said lightly: "Uncle Lan is looking for us, it's time to go back." ”

"But ......"

No matter what Ziting said, as soon as Lingyu took her hand, she was about to leave.

"Wait!" The young man shouted.

Lingyu stopped and glanced faintly: "Something?" ”

Between her demeanor, she carried the momentum of the Yuanying Monk, which made the young man involuntarily retreat.

Before the young man could speak, the Yuanying Monk who was standing aside, faintly in a protective posture and had nothing to do with himself, narrowed his eyes, and his momentum was also released.

The momentum of the two of them was comparative, and the young man's face was red and white for a while.

Zi Ting suddenly broke away from Lingyu's hand, pointed at the Yuanying monk and shouted, "My senior sister doesn't care about you, do you still have to take an inch and bully people?" ”

With that, she closed her palms together, and suddenly the pressure scattered.

"Bang-" There seemed to be a popping sound, and the nearby monks suddenly felt a strong pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down.

"Plop! Thump! "This is the sound of them falling to their knees. There was also the sound of things breaking and breaking.

"Purple Garden!" Lingyu shouted, reaching out and pressing it, interrupting her movements.

This is Fang City, there are a large number of low-level monks and mortals, she is a machine spirit with Yuanying cultivation, so she will cause trouble.

"Senior sister, it's them who are excessive!" Ziting said aggrievedly.

Lingyu said: "Since they are excessive, we will find trouble with them." As she spoke, she looked at the Yuanying Monk, "This fellow Daoist, what do you want to do to stop my junior sister?" ”

This Yuanying Monk is a bald old man, and his appearance is very treacherous, and he does not have the momentum that Yuanying Monk should have, but looks like an old liar.

"Senior sister?" He rolled his eyes and laughed twice, "A machine spirit is your junior sister, so what are you?" ”

When Lingyu heard this, her face changed suddenly. Ziting is a machine spirit, ordinary people can't feel it, how can this old man know?

"That's right, are you also a machine spirit?" The young man breathed a sigh of relief and shouted.

Lingyu looked at the young man vigilantly, and finally still looked at the old man: "Dare to ask Daoyou, how to call it?" ”

Before the old man could answer, the young man shouted out first: "This son's number is Yunju, and he is the descendant of Guangling Zhenren!" ”

"......" Lingyu almost laughed angrily, she had lived for more than two hundred years, and she had seen many people, and she had never encountered such an interesting thing.

These two people, Yuanying don't have the bearing of Yuanying monks, and Jiedan's don't have the respect that juniors should have, and they even rush to speak, what is this called? Seven or eight-year-olds know that adults can't interject.

"Guangling Zhenren, who is that? Haven't heard of it. She said deliberately coldly.

The young man's eyes widened: "You actually don't know that Guangling is a real person?" That's my grandpa! I sue you ......"

Lingyu was impatient, and it was a waste of time to pull it off with these two people. She looked at the old man and asked, "Say, what do you want?" ”

The old man said: "It's just that my son-in-law looks interesting to my junior sister and wants to invite him back as a guest, why are you so nervous?" ”

Lingyu was incredible, what did she hear? They actually want to rob the Purple Court? Regardless of whether Ziting is a machine spirit or not, her Yuanying cultivation is genuine, and it is too bold to grab a Yuanying monk, right?

Besides, this is Aurora City, Lingcang's Immortal City has its own rules, and I have never heard of people being robbed at will in the Immortal City!

She took a deep breath: "Are you two kidding? Why don't you go to the City Lord's Mansion and make it clear? ”

The old man looked at Ziting, licked his lips greedily, but said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, don't pretend, don't you know who the real person of Guangling is?" My son-in-law likes your junior sister, and it is your creation. If you don't feel at ease, you might as well go back with you......"

"Shut up!" Having said this, Lingyu was furious. I really didn't expect that when it came to the Yuan infant period, there was such a thing as robbing people on the street, and those who didn't know thought it was robbing people's girls! Even if they have red eyes, they should think that the owner of the machine spirit that can transform must be extraordinary. Or do they think that what Guangling real people don't need to be afraid of the same level of monks at all?

"This fellow Daoist, you are also a Yuanying cultivator, can you really do this kind of thing?" Lingyu warned, "No matter what kind of real person you are, don't you understand the rules of Yuanying Monk?" ”

"In Aurora City, my grandfather is the rule." The young man pointed to his nose, "You are only two foreign monks, what if you are a Yuan Baby?" Toast without eating and eating penalty wine! ”

Is the next sentence "Come on, the little ones will give me up"?

Lingyu smiled. Where did these two come from? Yudan is not like Yudan, and Yuanying is not like Yuanying, but like a worldly ruffian. If it weren't for the coercion on their bodies being real, she would have thought that they were two mortals, and they didn't understand the rules at all. How could there be such a person in Aurora City? (To be continued......)