The disciples of the Touching Fish Gang are all at the bottom, but Qingwen still used the sword fire to eliminate the traces of the scene.

After a few moments, the street was back to normal, with candles lit intermittently in the shops on both sides, and nothing seemed to have happened, and no one noticed any difference between the two men walking in the night.

Qingwen's pace was fast, and although she didn't leave any traces, the sword fire still caught the attention of several pairs of eyes.

"Xiao Jiang, you go back first, I'll come later, remember not to look back no matter what sound you hear......"

She watched Zhao Xiaohua disappear at the end of the street and plunged into the nearest alley.

It wasn't a dead end, but Qingwen couldn't remember where the road in the alley led.

The other party hadn't followed him, and he didn't know how long he had been walking along the alley, and he didn't know where he was, when suddenly a wooden door creaked open.

The air was instantly filled with the strong smell of sandalwood and the smell of candles glued together.

The wooden door slowly closed by itself after Qingwen entered.

The light of the street lights climbed over the tall courtyard wall and landed in the courtyard.

There was only one house in the courtyard facing the gate.

The door of the house was open, and the smell of sandalwood and candles wafted from inside, only a few dozen steps away from the stone steps where Qingwen was standing.

There are more than a dozen thin bamboos in the northeast and northwest corners, and there is a large vat in front of the stone steps, and there is nothing to see with the naked eye in the courtyard.

The wind poured into the courtyard, and the bamboo shadows on the ground and the water in the water tank were leisurely rippling.

When she walked to the water tank, Qingwen realized that it was a small unattended temple.

The temple was small, and the wooden Maitreya in the temple was also the smallest Buddha statue she had ever seen, but it was very delicate.

The candle flame in front of the Buddha is about to burn out, and strings of candle tears are hanging on the long table in front of the Buddha, and I don't know how long no one has come in.

The threshold is very high, and it is a little difficult for Qingwen to step in.

"We're all at the door, why don't you come in and sit down?"

The voice could not tell the age of the other person, and it was certain that the person was not in the temple.

Qingwen didn't change her mind because of the sound of the vulture.

Suddenly, the water in the water tank behind him began to slap the water tank playfully, and the bamboo shadow on the ground became extremely uncertain.

"You don't have to worry, you can't get in with his realm......"

"Why are you helping me?" Qingwen understood what this was all about.

I'm in a small world in the Iron City.

Whether it was Tianji Pavilion or Fushan, there was no contact with the overseas Iron City, and Qingwen couldn't understand why a fourth-generation elder of the Iron City would help her.

"Of course I won't help you in vain, it's just that the city lord wants to invite the three of you to go over there......

A face appeared in the night sky, and he couldn't see his face clearly, so he could only judge that the other party's status in the Iron City was very high.

"How did you know we were in Chang'an?"

Qingwen asked, looking at the big blurred face in the darkness.

"Our small world is all over the continent, as long as the city lord wants to know something, there is no place where the small world has arrived, even if it is ......"

Qingwen knew that what the other party said was referring to the underworld.

"That's not all, right?"

"The Young Pavilion Master is really a smart man...... The city lord was reluctant to let the old pavilion lord know about it. ”

Tiecheng is thousands of miles away from Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea, and with Qingwen's current realm, she can't fly over that sea area with a sword, and she knows that Baoyu can't do it.

"I can take you to see Master, but he doesn't seem to want to go around......"

Qingwen found that the water in the vat had calmed down.

A fourth-generation elder can easily resist the eight leaders of the Fish Gang, and the heritage and power of Tiecheng are really immeasurable.

"Iron City he will go sooner or later, we just hope he arrives a few days sooner......"

"Forgive the juniors for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, may I ask what the seniors are called?"

"My surname is Cha, and my name is over. ”

As he spoke, he checked and appeared in front of Qingwen's eyes, and he waved lightly towards the small temple, and the small temple in the middle of the two clusters of thin bamboos turned into a deep path.

Walking along the path sandwiched between two thin lines of bamboo, through the water droplets on the bamboo leaves on both sides of the path, Qingwen calculated where they were in Chang'an.

After a while, the two came to the door of a green shirt tea shop.

Looking back, the path and the two rows of thin bamboos disappeared, and only a wisp of morning light fell on the wet bluestone street.

"I'll send you here, it's a handful of iron sand ......"

After checking a conch in his hand, dozens of bright iron sand fell into Qingwen's hand.

After checking it in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the morning light.

......

"I really didn't hear anything, and before I parted with my aunt, she told me not to look back when I heard anything...... Keep an eye out for sound along the way......"

Zhao Xiaohua's words did not make Baoyu's face calm, he seemed to have a premonition of what was coming.

The master and apprentice stood in the courtyard all night, and it was not until the gate was pushed open from the outside that Zhao Xiaohua's heart calmed down after hanging all night.

At this time, the morning light has scattered a small courtyard of the green shirt tea shop.

Qingwen turned her head and glanced at the two green bamboos in the corner of the wall and the bamboo shadows on the ground, making sure that they were different from what she saw in the small world, and then followed Baoyu into the main hall.

After listening to Qingwen's story, Yamaki regretted that he stayed at home last night after listening to her.

However, looking at the dozens of iron sand of different sizes on the table, Zhao Xiaohua showed an excited expression on her face.

Iron City, he and Shan Xi are no strangers, and Baoyu emphasized this Iron City when he told them about their overseas existence.

It was a small island outside the East China Sea full of mountains and bare iron ore.

Thousands of years ago, the first generation of the Iron City lord landed on the island, and since then it has become a paradise for countless cultivators.

Iron sand, a metal that is not uncommon, is of vital help to cultivators, especially sword sects like Fushan.

Baoyu reached out and twisted a few grains of iron sand.

Iron sand rolled on her fingertips, and Baoyu slowly closed her eyes.

The sound of the sea breeze echoing in my ears, followed by the sound of the furnace flames and the repetitive thumping......

Qingwen only felt the coldness of the iron sand, and found nothing else.

After a long time, Baoyu's fingers were still moving around the few grains of iron sand, and her eyes were closed.

Zhao Xiaohua looked at the iron sand on the table in a daze, then glanced back at Baoyu and Qingwen, picked up an iron sand and put it in the palm of her hand.

Iron sand has a lot of smooth interfaces, and each side has a different picture, which is very small.

She lifted the iron sand to the sun, and there was a broken picture printed on the wall.

Qingwen looked at the picture on the wall, and only felt a powerful force fall from the top of her head.

At this time, Baoyu slowly opened her eyes, she didn't look at the picture on the wall, turned around and put all the other iron sand into the palm of her hand, dozens of grains of iron sand rotated rapidly around her palm.

The picture on the wall gradually changed from blurry to clear.

A young man standing on the highest mountain in the Iron City could not see his eyes clearly, and Baoyu had already recognized who he was.

"Where is the man who gave you iron sand?"

Zhao Xiaohua suddenly pointed to the two green bamboos outside the window.

The one standing under the green bamboo is the one who has checked.