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The young man in white didn't pay attention to Yang Jiumei's words, but faced Song Qingli and bowed his head and said: "The junior Yang Duyan has seen the snow fan boy, and the junior sister is still young and ignorant, and there are many offends, and I hope the seniors don't mind." ”

Before Song Qingli could speak, Yang Jiumei immediately rushed out, pointed at Lin Yu and said angrily: "Senior brother, it's obvious that they bullied people first!" ”

"Senior sister! Have you forgotten what Master said before you went down the mountain? Yang Duyan looked at Yang Jiumei with a cold look in his eyes, and his thin face looked extremely indifferent, adding a touch of different style to his originally ordinary face.

Yang Jiumei looked at Yang Duyan unwillingly, and finally stomped her foot angrily, and returned to the same sect of Jiuhua Sect angrily.

"Let the seniors laugh. Where the junior sister is rude, Du Yan accompanies the senior and this Taoist friend for the junior sister! Yang Duyan faced Song Qingli and Lin Yu, and made a sincere gesture.

"No problem." Song Qingli said lightly.

"The younger generation went down the mountain on the order of the family teacher, and there are still important things to do, so I will leave first!"

"Please." Song Qingli nodded.

After finishing speaking, Yang Duyan led Yang Jiumei and the disciples of Jiuhua Sect to quickly disappear into the streets of Pingyang City.

Song Qingli looked at their distant figures, shook the white jade folding fan and said with a meaningful smile: "Heh, when, these big sects also love to run here!" ”

Five hundred miles west of Pingyang City is Qinghe Town, and Song Qingli and Lin Yu rushed to Qinghe Town in the evening with the disciples of Northern Xuanzong.

Qinghe Town is not big, there are only four streets before and after, and there are taverns, inns and some other shops on the streets, and the same as Pingyang City, Qinghe Town also has a street dedicated to buying and selling spirit animals.

And the spirit beasts sold here are several grades worse than Pingyang City in terms of variety and level, because most of them are bought back by the people in the town as servants, and they don't need to be good-looking, nor smart and clever, as long as they are honest and obedient and can work.

Song Qingli used to visit Qinghe Town when he traveled down the mountain in his early years, and there were many towns or villages like this in the cultivation realm. Most of the people living in the town are ordinary people, who know a little bit about the fur of cultivation, and they use it to strengthen their bodies on weekdays, and their strength to work is a little greater than that of ordinary people.

Most of the old and weak women and children in the town make a living by farming and collecting medicines, while the young and middle-aged people mainly hunt. There are also some young people with lowly cultivation who will become beast hunters, going to the mountains to find and capture spirit beasts, and then sell them to merchants in exchange for more spirit stones.

In Song Qingli's impression, Qinghe Town is still a rather lively town, but now, there are not a few people in sight on the entire street, not to mention the coldness, and there is a strange atmosphere everywhere.

Song Qingli and Lin Yu glanced at each other, and then took the disciples of the Northern Xuanzong to the largest inn in the town, the Qinghe Inn.

"Yo! Immortals, please come inside! ”

The shopkeeper was standing at the door of the inn and looking, and he saw Song Qingli, Lin Yu and others from afar, and before the two approached, they immediately greeted them attentively.

Everyone entered the inn with the shopkeeper, but the strange thing was that there was not even a single guest in the lobby of the inn, which should be the most lively.

"I don't know if the immortal elders want to stay in the hotel or be sharp." The shopkeeper was warmly entertained.

Song Qingli took out a medium-grade spirit stone, threw it to the shopkeeper with a "brush", and said briskly: "Let's come to the seven upper rooms first, and two tables of good dishes." ”

"Okay! Wait a minute, the little ones will go and prepare immediately! "The shopkeeper is overjoyed, this is a big business, and these monks seem to have a much better temper, unlike those people before, who look at people with their nostrils all day long, and drop ice slag when they talk, and they are difficult to serve.

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