When night fell, the people along the street lit up the lights, there were more people on the street, the boss pushed his wife with a wheelbarrow, and walked along the street, and his wife kept saying how the old woman of the Han family was.

Yan Xingyu carried two huge duffel bags on his shoulders and a pot of water in his hand, and Yijun carried a simple wind lamp, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Originally, he was asked to lead the way, but Yan Xingyu turned around and saw that he looked confused, and thought helplessly: Alas, forget it.

Seeing Yan Xingyu waiting for him, Yijun took two quick steps, stretched out his finger to hook Yan Xingyu's hand carrying the kettle, Yan Xingyu followed him, and then hung the kettle on his belt and took his hand.

This street is really long, straight, wide and long, longer than ten miles long street, but fortunately the road is paved with stones, and the repair is smooth. Yijun is physically exhausted, and after walking for a while, his legs and feet became weak, grabbed Yan Xingyu's arm, and hung half of his body on him. Yan Xingyu didn't have a temper at all, so he let him pick it up.

The further you go, the more people on the street are on the road, and all of them are in a hurry, only the sound of wheels pressing against the road comes and goes.

"This, it's all going up the mountain?" Yijun was surprised.

The boss had been pushing the car for so long, and he was already a little out of breath, and replied, "No, I won't be able to get up when Dayan's insect envoy comes." ”

There are many people and lights, and the faint lights gradually converge, and the old people are pushing wheelbarrows everywhere.

Yijun couldn't help but ask: "With so many people, where do you go to sleep in the mountains?" ”

The old lady said: "You are strangers and don't know that there is a Tongxian Temple on the mountain, and the house is big." ”

"It's the old mansion of the Tongxian Sect, right?" Yijun gave Yan Xingyu popular science: "You always know the Tongxian Sect, the Eight Great Immortal Cultivation Sects at that time were as famous as your Canghua Pavilion." ”

Yan Xingyu said: "I heard that the sect master before the Immortal Demon War was a Dingyi person, and he was also the city lord of Tongxian City, and I heard that he died in the Immortal Demon War. ”

The old lady said: "It's not that he died in battle, it's that he has ascended to immortality, and the fairy Hanlian has taken him to heaven." ”

Yijun knew how the misunderstanding came about, Han Lian was not only the daughter of Dingyi people, but also the daughter of the entire Tongxian City, after Han Lian was killed, Dingyi people didn't want the whole city to fall into the abyss of hatred, so they made up a lie, announcing that Han Lian cultivated and ascended to immortality, and built a mound for his daughter on the back mountain, but he didn't know how Han Lian became a koi.

In his book, he only explained that after his daughter's death, he decided that a person had no intention of managing mundane affairs, and Tongxian Sect and Tongxian City were defeated, and Tongxian flowers no longer opened, so this place was changed to Wutong City.

"Arrived?" Yijun dozed off on Yan Xingyu's body tiredly, and suddenly there was a noise around, Yijun turned his head, and saw a firelight around him shining on the black oppressive crowd.

"What's going on?" Yijun was completely sleepy, and saw a row of sturdy thugs standing under the archway in front of him, confronting the crowd below.

"It was the lord of the city who sent people to guard the road up the mountain." Yan Xingyu judged according to the situation: "It seems that I can't go tonight." ”

Yijun nodded blankly: "Actually, it's okay if I can't go, the old man will go to occupy the pit while he is still alive, and it always feels weird." ”

"Eating in Zhongzhou and burying in Wutong is a legend." Yan Xingyu put the big bag on his shoulder on the ground and pulled Yijun closer: "If there is a conflict, you follow me, don't get lost." ”

"Uh-huh." Yijun nodded hurriedly, holding his belt in his hand, his fingers pulling on his waist, and eating tofu blatantly.

Yan Xingyu was about to talk about him, but there was really a conflict in front of him, and the citizens rushed up in a noisy because of the large number of people.

The pedestrians and carts behind them ran with the crowd, Yijun and Yan Xingyu twisted their waists left and right, for fear of being hit by the car, and shouted: "Be careful, you didn't buy insurance, I will lose my family if you hit me!" ”