There are no words in all directions, and there are few words in the walls.

Though the confusion in the hearts of the people did not diminish.

Huofu is an ordinary man who is a worldly person under the mountain, and he walked straight to the front of these mountain monks who are now under the mountain.

The monks on the mountain, who are less than forty, have different backgrounds, but they are all the same.

That's all holding a strange pattern wooden sign of unknown wood.

The final direction of the wooden sign is the border city of this borderland, everyone is looking for the line in the wooden sign all the way to this border city, just stepped into the city gate, has been silent for a long time to know the sea heart lake, understand the time is the heart of the ripples, ripples converge, sound a word.

So there was a business in the wine fairy building, and the business was surprisingly good.

That is, with the old shopkeeper's sentence, almost ninety percent of the people who drink back and forth are not for wine.

However, there are exceptions, such as the young man in green shirt leaning against each other on the eaves of the wall, and a stout man in gray in the crowd.

The previous verbal arguments between the two of them were nothing more than smashing their mouths and reminiscing about the lonely smoke they drank not long ago.

The two of them don't have much money in their pockets, and it is more accurate that Zhan Yan doesn't have much money in his pocket, as for the young man in green shirts, he doesn't know what the two silver houses under the mountain are.

He bought three cans of Gu Yanlie, originally wanted to drink one can, and gave Wu Chen two cans in filial piety, and this kind of secular way under the mountain counted him Zhan Yanmenqing.

It's just that this plan can't catch up with the changes after all, one can of belly always feels that there are shortcomings, two cans of belly, and some unfinished things, fortunately, Ran Lu thinks about the idea of the mountain wine in his mustard seed ring.

stopped Zhan Yan's dishonest hand in time, put the wine in the old shopkeeper who was smiling and talking, and continued to hide the sudden sound in the sea of knowledge and came here.

In fact, when everyone stepped into this lobby, which can accommodate dozens of people, they noticed that something was wrong.

Because this lobby itself is a mustard seed space, it is a particularly rare existence on the Zhongzhou Mountain.

Not to mention in the secular realm under the mountain to which the Heavenly Sect belongs.

What surprised everyone even more was that this dark-skinned man who suddenly appeared in this room where the mustard seeds were fixed was full of undisguised mystical power.

Therefore, all doubts exist, if it is the own monk of the Heavenly Sect, it is easy to say, but if not, it is an extremely interesting mountain matter, and it is a fragmented talk that can be talked about after tea.

It's not that there is no ancestor hall under the mountain of their own people, so there are some taboos about these taboos in the secular world under the mountain, which can be regarded as a general understanding of seven or eight.

So in the eyes of these mountain monks, it is even more interesting.

In the crowd, a pair of handsome men and beautiful figures are close to each other, like rare mountain couples.

Song Qingfeng looked at Lin Yan'er, who was close at hand, and always felt that there was something different from before, as if it was something far away.

It's always a little inexplicable.

The palm of his hand was held naturally towards the slender jade finger as before.

The previous ordinary time was a little hesitant, but Song Qingfeng still succeeded as he wished.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something next to him, Song Qingfeng had a moment of thought, this pretty person next to him is really different from before.

However, looking down at Lin Yan'er, who was the same as before, Song Qingfeng only felt that he was too worried.

But as soon as I remembered the order of my master, which was not an order, and the threat that was not a threat, I felt a headache.

It's not him, Song Qingfeng just felt that he couldn't do what the master said, "Let that old witch bow her head." ”

But this is a long-term matter of grinding needles with an iron pestle, and if he is given an extra year and a half, it is not a natural thing to push the boat along the river.

It's just a matter of course.

Song Qingfeng raised his head and looked at the two of his own masters not far from his side, two ordinary faceless senior brothers of the same vein, his own master has invested enough money for this matter this time, if he fails this can only be a matter of course, he Song Qingfeng knows that his master who is prominent in the mountain with his strange temper has a particularly mysterious room.

The vein where he is, the senior brothers and brothers who have disappeared mysteriously, have always appeared in that mysterious hut before they disappeared.

Song Qingfeng also quietly collected information about the mountain past between his master and the more famous sect senior, who was also the "old witch" herself.

It was just the beginning, and he didn't have any accurate reason, but in a knock that seemed like a casual word but was a real one, he knew what to know and what not to know.

What Song Qingfeng didn't know was that the weak woman beside her actually inexplicably gave birth to a trace of mystical power in her body, like a spark in front of a prairie fire, which might come slowly, but it would eventually arrive.

And the trend of burning the prairie is out of control.

The dark-faced man walked straight ahead, the hall was so strange and terrifying that no monk wanted to speak first, even though everyone was puzzled.

The dark-faced man who stopped looked at the crowd in the hall, and said without any expression on his face: "Three days later, here and now, the gate of the ancestral realm begins. ”

In the pile of monks, there was finally a noisy chatter.

Ran Lu questioned Zhan Yan with some uncertainty: "It's really the ancestral realm!"

Zhan Yan pursed his lips and said, "Why, you don't know what you're here for with your ancestral feelings?"

Ran Lu scratched his head a little astringently, and said softly: "It seems that I really don't know." ”

Zhan Yan directly glanced at Ran Lu and was unwilling to deal with the other party, just like what he Zhan Yan was striving for, others might just be obedient and twisted without taking it seriously.

At this time, Zhan Yan also has an ancestral order wooden card in his hand, but it is not his own Zhan Yan, after all, he Zhan Yan still has a role in the secular world under the mountain, if it is in the monk world on the mountain, not to mention a handful, they are still stronger than him.

The dark-faced man, as if he was in a hurry, disappeared straight into place after just saying a word.

Ran Lu glanced at Zhan Yan and said softly, "You can also use Xuan power in this secular dynasty under the mountain?"

Ran Lu, who was talking, suddenly felt that he was a little too talkative.

The one before me, isn't it?

Zhan Yan lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "I heard the master who assigned the task before, it seems that he mentioned it. ”

Ran Lu seemed to be interested, and hurriedly urged in a low voice: "What?"

Zhan Yan raised his head and looked at the front of the hall, and said with a gray and gray flat wall: "This time, the secular realm under the mountain seems to be different, including the Litian Sect that is in charge of the mustard seed realm, and it is probably about to change the sky." ”