Although it belongs to the territory of Hanhai, it is not defended against the three kingdoms of Kuze and the Great Thunder God at the same time, and the security of the city is also responsible for the joint forces of the three countries. If one of the countries is to use this city to do something intolerable about political and military affairs, the other two countries will join forces to fight against it, which is extremely terrifying, not based on political objectives, but only for the complete defeat of the other. Just because this is a common pilgrimage holy place for the three countries, if the above situation really occurs, it can only be as tragic as a religious holy war.

There has been a strange old man in the city recently, how strange it is, this old man's skin is actually purple, and his ears are pointed, and what is even more surprising is that this old man only has one eye in the center of his face, and his appearance is really funny. But this did not attract much attention, there are black-skinned foreigners, and it is not surprising that foreigners with purple skin have it, not to mention that this old man should be a poor person with congenital deformities, you don't see only one eye, it is rude to look at a few more eyes, the pseudo-Buddha pays attention to class, the true Buddha pays attention to great love without borders, and the people here are not generally broad-minded because they live in this holy place of Buddhism all the year round. What's more, this old man's clothes are in tatters, and it is really sad to look old when he is old, so everyone intentionally or unintentionally moves some daily food to the old man's shrunken wall root, which is at the mouth of the alley on the edge of Ci'an Building.

But the old man still attracted the attention of the people, because the old man was a storyteller, and every day he would smoke a bag of hookah in the hall of Ci'an Building, cough a few times, and start to tell everyone about the ancients. All kinds of ancient legends and chivalrous stories seem to be endless, and even there are many secret stories in the rivers and lakes, and the old man also said that he has a nose and eyes, although there is no way to verify, but it still fascinates many people, and there are more interesting things to talk about after dinner. At first, the old man just set up a small stall at the door of Ci'an Building to make a little money, who knew that after a few days, it was very popular, there were too many onlookers, and the blocked Ci'an Building couldn't get in. The boss of Ci'an Building was also fascinated by the heroes in the old man's story, and respectfully invited the old man to live in Ci'an Building, and worshiped him as an offering, and then talked about the ancient times on the stage of Ci'an Building every day. Since then, the business of Ci'an Building has been unprecedentedly hot, and the old man never said what his name was, and everyone called him Gu Weng, and he became Gu Weng and ancient.

Today, Gu Weng told you a legend of the ancient Red Blood Country, General Lu Anmin bravely fought against the Northern Barbarian Habla. Just as he was talking about the highlights, the old man glanced down the stage and suddenly stopped. Gu Weng's eyes seemed to be slightly moist, and he waved his hand to indicate that he was unwell, and he would continue to speak another day. Everyone returned home, but Gu Weng was not in good health, so it was not easy to force it. So the crowd drank the rest of the wine from the jug, and those who should go home went home, and those who should eat continued to eat. Only a dusty, tattered young man with bandaged arms stood in place and looked at Gu Weng, smiling for a long time. Judging from his dusty appearance, he should have suffered a lot, but his eyes were bright.

"Old mountain ghost, it's really been a long time, are you okay?" An ordinary greeting, a warm signature smile, the old mountain ghost couldn't hold back any longer. staggered off the podium, fell into Ximen Feng's arms and cried. That's right, if it's not Ximen Feng, which one else can it be? There is a cool person standing next to Ximen Feng who can't look at him directly, who else can there be if it's not Chu Xiyuan? The old shopkeeper of Ci'an Building saw that it turned out to be the old acquaintance of the old Gu Weng, and quickly asked the little servant to clean a table and come out, and by the way, serve some wine and food, so that they can catch up with the old days. Ximen Feng thanked the shopkeeper with a smile, took out a piece of broken gold from his arms and threw it over casually. The shopkeeper's eyes are straight, obedient, looking at the tattered clothes, and the old Gu Weng has made friends with some rich and noble people for a long time, and the accounts that can be paid off with copper are broken gold as soon as they make a move. The shopkeeper stuck out his tongue and told the servant to bring the best wine to the guests, and then went to the back kitchen himself, ready to urge the cook to make a few signature dishes and greet the guests.

Ximen Feng calmed the old mountain ghost and said: "Uncle Shan, can't you get in touch with the literature?" The old mountain ghost pondered for a while and said: "That kind of void power is too powerful, and even cut off my connection with the Heavenly Book World, I am addicted to the sea of knowledge in the Heavenly Book World, everything happened too suddenly, I didn't have time to react, I was forcibly withdrawn, and I completely broke off the feeling with the young master." Ximen Feng was also overshadowed, and asked, "How long have you been here?" "It's been about half a year, fortunately, the old man can talk about the ancients, so he won't starve to death, but it's not easy for our mountain ghosts to starve to death, and you can endure it for a month after eating a meal." Ximen Feng said anxiously: "Wen Wen and Yang Yun also have some money, but what I'm worried about is Mentong and Nangong Yu, they don't have any property on them, I don't know how they survived this year." "Do you believe they're still alive?"

"Otherwise, even if I break the void, I will bring them back!" The old mountain ghost stared at the little official of Ximen, and there was hope in his eyes: "I can feel the difference between you, you are the same as the two of you a year ago, although you don't know what happened, but you must have a different chance! Have you found a place to stay?"

Ximen Feng smiled: "I found it, we settled at the Mingwu Inn at the entrance of the two alleys to the west, and before I had time to wash and settle down, I was taken aback when I heard the description of the storyteller, and I thought that even if it wasn't you, you were also your clansman, so I hurried here." Uncle Shan, come back to the inn with us tonight, let's hang out here for a while and see if anyone else can come and meet. Even if they don't, the city is always well-informed, so we can find out where they are. The old mountain ghost nodded happily, and then remembered to say goodbye to the old shopkeeper. The old shopkeeper is reluctant to let go of the old mountain ghosts, but when people find relatives and friends, they can't keep them. The little official of Ximen thanked the shopkeeper for his care of the old mountain ghost, took out 100,000 taels of silver tickets, and stuffed them into the shopkeeper's arms.

After a full meal and wine, the three of them returned to the inn, and the little official of Ximen opened another room for the old mountain ghost. The old mountain ghost has long been famous in the city, so the shopkeeper here greeted him politely and prepared an upper room. The old mountain ghost was about to enter the room, when the door next to it opened, and a very strange woman came out.

The old mountain ghost looked at this unusual woman, his face suddenly changed, and he trembled and couldn't speak. The woman's long, waterfall-like hair was draped over her shoulders, the tips of her hair were tucked in by a peculiar ornament, and she wore a slanted shawl with a black invisibility cloak underneath, and many accessories on her body, each of which seemed to be printed with ancient charms. The girl's hair looked black and shiny from a distance, but when she walked up, she found that it was as white as snow, and the color of her eyes was a faint purple at first glance, but when she looked closely, it seemed to be as red as blood, giving people an indescribable strange feeling.

Seeing this scene, Ximen Feng hurriedly introduced: "This is the girl I met in a certain ruin. She was the one who saved me, and for some reason, she had to follow me, so please take care of me in the future. Chu Xiyuan gave the old mountain ghost a look, meaning to calm the old mountain ghost. The old mountain ghost stopped trembling, and Chu Shiyuan pulled him aside and whispered: "We can't say more, everything has to be obtained by himself from the fragments of memory, no one can interfere with or guide Rahu's memory and consciousness, no matter what you know, you don't know it now, understand?"