After everything is ready.

Zhang Feng went to the house and brought the bow and a bag of spirit stones.

It was also at three o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, when the sky was a little cloudy.

Zhang Feng went out of the house first, and explained to the shopkeeper that he was going to go far away.

Afterwards.

Zhang Feng came to the outside of the city, looked at the heavier cloudy sky, and the aura was agitated, and then relied on the control of the aura around the body, and stepped out, appearing in the sky a hundred meters away.

And when I stood in the sky out of thin air, I didn't feel any force to fall down.

Now the aura of heaven and earth around him surrounds his body, canceling out the gravitational pull of all kinds of falling, which is similar to the feeling of standing on the ground.

Zhang Feng felt it for a moment and continued to walk in the direction of the east.

The next step is to slowly find a ghost town.

And also in the evening of the same day.

The sky that had been cloudy all afternoon began to gradually fall snowflakes.

After a while, it gets bigger and bigger.

The night sky was white as far as the eye could see.

But when Zhang Feng braved the heavy snow and flew more than 500 miles to the east, he also heard a bounty hint about a ghost town.

'Trigger Bounty Mission'

Bounty Mission: Talk to the monk who is about to return to the ghost town, and follow the monk's guidance to find the ghost town.

'Current number of rings: 2'

Hear the prompt.

Zhang Feng followed the intuitive guidance and looked to the southeast in the hazy snow.

I could vaguely feel that in a place eighty miles away, there was the person I was looking for.

Without further ado.

Zhang Feng continued to walk in the direction of the east.

Eighty miles is a moment of effort for me.

Wait until you get to the place where the guide is going.

Zhang Feng stood in the sky, looked down, and saw a piece of suburban land here.

Among them, in a heavenly field near a hill, there is a dilapidated temple that has fallen into disrepair, reflecting a little light in the night sky.

According to psychic probing, there were six men and women inside.

One of them, a man and a woman, should be husband and wife, they hugged and warmed each other.

On the other side of the fire, there were two young men talking, who should also be pedestrians, and they happened to run into a broken temple, so they came to take shelter from the snow.

Opposite the two young men, there was a strong man leaning against the wall, holding a sheathed steel knife, who should also be a knight on the way.

Near the fire, a man in a green shirt about 20 years old was holding firewood, secretly urging the aura to keep the soaked firewood burning.

But in Zhang Feng's perception, it was this helpful man in green shirts who was precisely a qi practitioner, and his strength was in the early stage of foundation building.

Their own goal, the eight achievements are this person.

After Zhang Feng investigated, he fell from the nearby air, stepped on the snow that reached half of his calf, and walked into the ruined temple.

Shake the snowflakes on your body again.

Zhang Feng looked at the more dilapidated buildings in the courtyard like everyone who also came to take shelter from the wind and snow, and then looked at the people in the temple, and found a place to sit next to him.

"What the hell is the weather.." When the green-shirted monk saw that there was a new passer-by coming, he rubbed his hands together and baked the firewood in the center of the hall, "This brother is also in a hurry?" ”

"It's hard to travel on a snowy day." Zhang Feng glanced around and saw that there was a lot of hay in the temple, but it was all under the couple.

They were the first to come, and they took the few grass balls for themselves.

"Have you heard anything strange about the East Lake Tan?" Next to another pillar, two young men were chatting about the story from Mr. Shu's mouth.

When one of the young men saw the woman coming, his voice grew louder and louder.

"Can you be quiet for a while?" The strong man who was resting opened his eyes slightly and looked at the two young men opposite, "The things of ghosts are all nonsense, how can there be any ghosts in this world?" ”

"Hey, like you've seen it!" The young man shook his head and smiled, but did not speak again.

When the companion next to him saw that the young man no longer spoke, and after looking at the strong man's physique and the steel knife in his hand, he no longer said this, but whispered about other things.

After all, in this wilderness, he was afraid that the two of them would have a conflict with a strong man who was not easy to mess with at first glance, and then he would be beaten in vain, or even lose his life.

"Take a break, I guess the wind and snow will stop.." The monk looked at the burning fire, and realized that it would soon burn out, so he got up and walked out of the temple, "I'll go get some firewood." ”

"Is it still cold?" The young man in the couple put his arms around the woman, and his heart was only his wife.

"Next time we'll pick it up." The two young men said politely, and began to talk again, without the slightest intention of going outside to help the monks.

The strong man who closed his eyes and recuperated, when the monk passed by him, nodded slightly, and there was no posture to help in the cold weather.

Zhang Feng glanced at them and followed the monk out of the house.

Wait until you brave the heavy snow and walk to the forest a hundred meters away.

Zhang Fengcai asked him, "Why do you want to help them?" They didn't care about you. ”

"Who says it doesn't matter?" The monk looked at Zhang Feng amusedly, "Isn't Brother Tai here?" And Brother Tai doesn't understand a thing, it's called Hongchen Xiuxin. ”

"I'm here to ask about things, no matter what kind of red dust." Zhang Feng looked at the heavy snow, and suddenly asked, "I saw Daoyou use magic to deepen the fire before, presumably Daoyou is a monk, right?" ”

"Oh?" The monk half-raised his eyebrows, and when he saw that he had bumped into Zhang Feng, who was also a monk, he was not happy, but was a little cautious.

Because when I went out, among the monks I didn't know, there was actually no fellow villager who saw the fellow and was excited with tears in his eyes.

On the contrary, they are all on their own guard, afraid that the other party will come to a business without capital and kill people to sell more goods.

But the previous temple was full of ordinary people, but he had the mentality of traveling outside the world, only doing what he wanted to do, ignoring the perfunctory and indifference of a few people.

Zhang Feng didn't care about his defensive thoughts, but walked into the forest, turned around and asked, "Do Daoyou know about the ghost town?" ”

"Ghost town.." The monk asked rhetorically, taking two steps, "You're also going to a ghost town?" ”

"Just heard of it.." Zhang Feng swept the snow on the ground and picked up the relatively dry branches under the snow, "I just want to go and see what the ghost town looks like." ”

"Ghost towns aren't just places to go." The monk saw that Zhang Feng had heard of the ghost city, not been there, but mistakenly thought that Zhang Feng's strength was weak, but he shook his head and smiled: "The ghost city gathers the master monks of the entire Central Plains!" ”

The monk said, quite a kind of person who is a monk in a ghost town, and he can't help but be a little proud,

"Now it's said to be a city, but it's more like a place where people and demons are mixed. If you want to gain a foothold there, or if you want to go around in a circle, look at the treasures there, and buy and sell with people, you can't do it without strength! ”

"Thank you for your words." Zhang Feng clenched his fists and asked again, "Does Daoyou know the Lord of the West City?" ”

"Lord of the West City?" The monk glanced at Zhang Feng in surprise, "The Lord of the West City is one of the four ghost immortals in the ghost city, and his strength is transcendent!" And what did the Taoist friend inquire about the Lord of Xicheng? Is it possible.."

When the monk said this, he mistakenly thought that Zhang Feng had a relationship with the Lord of the West City, so there was a slight meaning of friendship in his tone, "Could it be that the Taoist friend has an old relationship with the Lord of the West City?" Acquaintance? ”

"It's fate." Zhang Feng nodded, looking at the heavy snow, "I just want to go to the ghost town to find him to catch up with the old days and see the courtesy." ”

"That's a good thing!" The monk invited him to the letter, "Can you go along?" ”

"That's exactly what I mean." Zhang Feng smiled and waved his hand.

After the words fell, the two smiled and walked away together in the snow, ignoring the gradually extinguishing fire in the temple behind them and the people waiting for warmth.