As expected, at the gate of the city, there were already many people waiting to line up to enter the city, most of them were monks, and there were twice as many guards in charge of inspection at the city gate as usual, and there was also a general soldier of the fifth level of qi refining to carefully check those who wanted to enter the city.

Mortals asked a few words and let them pass, but the cultivators checked very carefully, not only to check the immortal path, but also to use spells to check, and to confirm the identity before they could be released.

After queuing for a long time, it was finally Mo Wentian's turn to be the three, Mo Wentian said that Qian Yucheng and Lu Youfu did not have immortal road guides, carefully interrogated for a long time, under Mo Wentian's testimony, they registered and made a register for the two of them, and issued immortal road guides, and when the three of them walked into the city, it was already sunset, and the afterglow was sprinkled all over the earth, gilding the entire Feiyun City with a layer of gold, and there were fewer pedestrians on the streets.

Seeing that night was falling, Mo Wentian wanted to find an inn to live in, but the inn was full, and more than half of the tenants were monks from various counties who came to participate in the auction of the Six Dao Alliance.

Qian Yucheng has always believed in the truth that money can make ghosts grind, and he took out a piece of golden gold ingots from his arms, and kept throwing them up and down in his hand, he knocked on the wooden door of the guest room one by one, but it is also strange to say, more than a dozen in a row have passed, and without exception, all the people who live are cultivators, and they naturally disdain the worldly gold and silver.

Qian Yucheng touched his nose, only to feel extremely unlucky, and secretly said that if the master has a low-grade spirit stone in his hand, do you turtle grandsons dare to look down on people?

But at this moment, there was a room next door that was pushed open, and an old man in a green shirt came out of it, he looked up and looked out, just in front of Mo Wentianzhao, a trace of surprise flashed on the person's face, and he hurriedly lowered his head, but he was about to retreat into the room.

Qian Yucheng hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Uncle, there is a piece of gold here, do you want it?" ”

While speaking, Qian Yucheng held the gold ingot high in front of his eyes to show temptation.

The old man was obviously a cultivator, and he sneered, and said in a hoarse voice: "Gold and silver are just worldly things, and the old man is not interested!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he had to close the door to thank the guests!

"Wait!"

Mo Wentian saw that this person had a strange expression, as if he was hiding from himself, and his appearance and body were similar, as if he was an old man, and the cultivator had an excellent memory, and he had met countless people in the past, but if he wanted to forget one of them, it was extremely difficult.

The man seemed to be a little flustered, lowered his head deeply, and said in a hoarse voice, "What does this fellow Daoist command?" ”

Mo Wentian said with a smile: "Seeing each other is fate, looking at the Taoist friend, he seems to be an old man, but I don't know what to call the Taoist friend?" ”

The man hurriedly said: "The old man's surname is Sun, his name is Zichao, Daoyou must have recognized the wrong person?" ”

Mo Wentian frowned, this person's name was unfamiliar, in his memory, there was no such person, but the voice did sound a little familiar, he was puzzled, and used insight to check this person's information, but the result was a big surprise to him.

Name: Zhengyang Zhao

Sect: Scattered Cultivation Alliance

Position: Outer disciple

Linggen: Yes

Spiritual Root Qualification: Three Spiritual Roots of Gold, Fire and Earth

Cultivation: Nine layers of qi refining

What the? It's actually Zhao Zhengyang? Mo Wentian couldn't believe his eyes, two years ago, Zhao Zhengyang failed to build the foundation, because Shouyuan was approaching, he was disbanded in despair, and the famous Qingzong in Qinghe County was disbanded, according to common sense, he was already dead, how could he still live a good life?

Surprised, he looked fixedly, Zhao Zhengyang at this time, has changed his face, although his facial features have become completely different, but he can still be vaguely distinguished from his demeanor, he has gray hair, his face is wrinkled, it seems that he has been weathered in the past two years, but his eyes are very bright, but he looks extremely energetic.

Under his substantial-like gaze, Zhao Zhengyang's expression was a little uncomfortable, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Does this fellow Daoist have anything else?" The old man is going back to his room to rest! ”

"Sun Tzuchao?" Mo Wentian said with a smile: "Sun Daoyou's name is also interesting, it is Zhao Zisong upside down, and I know a Taoist friend named Zhao Zisong just below, but I don't know if Sun Daoyou can recognize this person?" ”,

Zhao Zhengyang's expression froze, and he hesitated: "The old man doesn't know this person!" ”

"It's good if you don't know!" Mo Wentian chuckled, and suddenly said, "That Zhao Daoyou, as early as a year ago, fell on the Million Demon Mountain!" ”

As soon as his voice fell, Zhao Zhengyang's body shook significantly, but it quickly returned to normal, and said in a hoarse voice: "This fellow Daoist, the old man doesn't have the time to listen to these irrelevant things, if there is nothing else, the old man will not be far away!" ”

The more he deliberately hid his identity, the more strange Mo Wentian felt, but fortunately, he and Zhao Zhengyang had no grudges, but there was no need to demolish him, so as not to make enemies for no reason, although Zhao Zhengyang was not afraid, but the strength of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance was unknown, although the name seemed to be a force composed of scattered cultivation, but with Zhao Zhengyang's cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi refining, he was only an outer disciple, and his strength could be seen.

Speaking of this, Mo Wentian hugged his fists and smiled: "Sun Daoyou, I'm sorry!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he said to Qian Lu and the others, "Let's go!" Look elsewhere. ”

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhao Zhengyang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and also clasped his fists and saluted, turned his back, and closed the door tightly with a 'squeak'.

Qian Yucheng was a little indignant, snorted, spit and said: "The old man doesn't know how to be polite, the head of the house speaks, he doesn't welcome him into the door and pour a cup of hot tea, he still has an old face, if it weren't for the strict prohibition of fighting in the city, the young master would definitely teach him a good lesson." ”

Lu Youfu sneered and said beside him: "Although this old man is still deficient compared to the head of the family, but for the two of us, cultivation is unfathomable, how can you deal with it?" ”

Mo Wentian secretly praised, although Lu Youfu's cultivation is not high, but his eyesight is outstanding, Qian Yucheng is not so hasty, but this person is really a sycophant, there are eight or nine lies in ten sentences, but he really let him take action, he must put on a smiling face and slap the other party's ass, of course, while the other party is not prepared, he will never do less things to beat the stuffy stick.

Qian Yucheng has always looked down on Lu Youfu, and because he broke through the fourth layer of qi refining one step earlier, he often boasted of himself as a senior brother, and snorted coldly: "Senior Brother Lu, what do you know? Although the senior brother is invincible, isn't he still a deterrent? The head of the house is supernatural, the magic power is boundless, the old man's color changed when he heard it, his legs were weak when he saw it, and he directly farted and urinated, and the rat fled in a hurry, and he didn't have to fight! ”

Mo asked the sky to see that the more he talked, the more unspeakable he became, and said with a cold face: "Flim tongue, what's the use of saying this?" Let's put some effort into cultivation! ”

Qian Yucheng smiled, although he was reprimanded by the master, he didn't take it to heart, he was so natural that it was difficult to change.

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, looked around at the two of them and said, "Don't talk nonsense, you two come with me." ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, he strode ahead.

Qian Yucheng and Lu Youfu glanced at each other, but they didn't know why, and followed behind in unison.

Mo Wentian took the two of them to turn left and right along the corridor of the inn, went to the door of a room, and motioned for Qian Yucheng to come forward and knock on the door.

The latter immediately understood, and according to the old routine, he found a piece of golden gold, and stepped forward to knock on the door.

The door was opened by a fat man with a big belly, dressed in brocade, holding two young and beautiful girls in his arms, a pair of small eyes on his fat face narrowed, looking at the gold in Qian Yucheng's hand, and immediately suddenly, he snorted contemptuously, wiped the jade wrench on his thumb, threw it on the ground and said: "Boy, this wrench is the real Huangtian jade, now it belongs to you, don't disturb the good things of the master!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man laughed, stopped the waist of the girl on the left, lowered his head and kissed her lips, but the other hand moved between the back and buttocks of the girl on the right.

Qian Yucheng couldn't help but be stunned, secretly wondering if he had met a nouveau riche? How can you be more horizontal than the master? He was displeased, and secretly activated his aura, and immediately a flame rose in the palm of his hand, shining in all directions, and the heat wave was overwhelming.

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