The Mehe River is one of the three major rivers that flow through the Wound Qi Forest, and is as famous as Lishui, alluvial to form a famous river valley in the western highlands of the Northern Regions, supporting nearly 10 million people on both sides of the river, and adding a beautiful scenery to the Tieqiu Wasteland.

The central city-state of the valley is the ancient capital of Longyan, but the most prosperous and rich is this small town called Xining.

Xining Town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, occupying a pass on the east line of the Wounded Qi Forest, and is the only place to enter and exit the Hurt Castle.

The forest is rich in products, such as rare animal skins, herbs, timber and minerals, etc., which can be sold at a good price and exported to all over the world.

Traveling merchants from the north and south often stop here, exchange ideas under the guise of purchasing jungle specialties, secretly collect business information about Xining Town, look for business opportunities, and are unwilling to let go of any opportunity to make a fortune.

When the geisha actors pass through the valley, they will always live in Xining Town for ten days and half a month, and the inns and taverns where they stay are always singing and dancing, and the rich exotic atmosphere makes people forget to return, and the prodigal rangers who also wander the world will not miss their performances.

Like many inaccessible forbidden places in the Northern Regions, the Wounded Qi Forest was once the territory of the Kingdom of God.

Although the war destroyed everything, it still left a lot of precious legacies for future generations, hidden in corners or buried in the ground, silent for 2,000 years.

There is an endless stream of adventurers who go treasure hunting under various banners, and several valuable cultural relics and curiosities pop up in Xining town almost every day, causing a sensation and being sought after by celebrities from all walks of life, especially collectors, and shine at the auction venue.

Whether it is digging up the heritage or looking for the elixir, the participation of practitioners is indispensable.

Soul art cultivation is inseparable from soul beasts, and Xining Town has never lacked soul masters who come purely for soul beasts.

As early as a thousand years ago, the Luding Trade Union set up a branch in Xining Town, and now it has developed into the Caoyue Guild, which is in charge of handling matters related to cultivation.

For example, as long as you can afford the corresponding price, you can hire a professional mercenary team under the name of the Caoyue Guild, and with the help of the mercenaries, go deep into the Wounded Qi Forest, hunt soul beasts, and fuse their magic cores, so as to cultivate a soul body and become a real soul master.

This is the most difficult choice in the lives of many civilian soul masters who are struggling at the bottom, and although it comes at the cost of bankruptcy, the risk is still very high.

Cultivation is never easy, it requires great sacrifice, and if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

Some people died in the Wounded Qi Forest, and their bones were gone.

Others left the jungle alive and successfully cultivated their outer soul bodies, ascended to the realm of Yunxiang, and rose to prominence.

Every year, there are thousands of soul masters who never return, but there are still more soul masters who come to Xining Town thousands of miles away, one after another.

The mages of the Northern Regions have never had a positive opinion of this phenomenon.

"It's a messy place. ”

It was Si Mingqin Zhen who spoke.

Xining Town is a small area, with a high population density, and the space available on the ground is very limited.

The narrow streets are always bustling with people, and at night they are even more crowded.

Si Mingqin was really a little timid, pulling Mu Liu's arm all the way, inseparable, like a little girl in the mountains who had never seen the world entered the city for the first time, for fear that she would be harmed.

At the same time, he was so excited that his hands and feet trembled slightly.

"I'll tell you the truth, I've never seen so many people so dense. At the end of each year, I went to Beihai Rift Valley City with my father to participate in the family banquet of the Si Hades family, and more than 200 people gathered together for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. ”

Si Mingqin really leaned into Mu Liu's ear, lowered his voice and whispered: "Every time I meet these civilians who cultivate soul arts, I find it very interesting, look at their behavior, there is no difference between them and mortals, the way they walk, the way they speak, they look as casual as the civilians who raise pigs and farm the land there, and the gardeners and cooks of Tiemu Cliff dare not do this." ”

Mu Liu didn't know how to answer him.

Si Mingqin Zhen revealed another secret: "Actually, I have secretly studied soul arts. In the middle of summer the year before last, I had refined a spiritual liquid by myself, and I was about to drink it, but my old man happened to find out and punished me for three months. ”

"Why?"

"The Dharma is strict, and there are many prohibitions, prohibiting the disciples of the Seven Great Families from practicing soul arts. ”

"Uninteresting. ”

"That's true, so I decided to stay here and wait until my eleventh birthday. ”

"Do you have any money?"

"Money?" Mu Liu suddenly asked, Si Mingqin really didn't turn the corner for a while, but asked what Mu Liu wanted money for.

"Idiot!"

"Where is that Linglong Pavilion you are talking about? Why haven't you arrived after walking for so long?Why don't we go to the inn and eat something first, I'm hungry......"

Mu Liu had no intention of stopping to eat.

In this unfamiliar town, Si Mingqin can only settle for the time being, and everything is subject to Mu Liu's arrangement.

There was a light rain before nightfall, the air was even hotter and hotter, the streets paved with blue bricks had not been repaired for a long time, many were damaged, potholes were everywhere, and the water was very serious, and there were many shops on both sides, merchants came and went, and the streets were a mess and muddy.

The wood streamer is barefoot, and the stride meteor does not avoid filth.

Si Mingqin really couldn't do it, so he had to cast a spell, his body was vacated an inch, his feet did not touch the ground, and he followed closely behind Mu Liu. Because of his young age, he is relatively short, and he has not attracted the attention of others for a while.

However, after many pedestrians met Mu Liu, their expressions were very unnatural, which made Si Mingqin really suspicious.

"Acquaintances?"

"Not familiar. ”

"They know you. ”

Mu Liu didn't answer, perhaps because he didn't know what language the organization was talking about.

The Linglong Pavilion where the two of them are going is the head of the nine gates of the prestigious Prancing Horse Chamber of Commerce in the valley, which owns nearly half of the real estate in the southeast block of Xining Town, and dozens of elegant courtyards and pavilions under the name are connected as a whole, scattered and orderly, like a palace.

As a veteran predator in the business community of Xining Town, Linglong Pavilion has a far-reaching foundation and strong financial resources, and its name has a wide range of industries, and most of them are closely related to the cultivation of soul masters, mainly engaged in treasure appreciation, auctions, collections and money villages, and also involved in many industries such as Caoyun, salt and iron, alchemy, medicine workshop, refining, cloth village, ranch, etc., covering everything.

In short, everything you need for jungle exploration can be obtained in the Linglong Pavilion, and the things you bring out of the Wounded Qi Forest can also be sold through the Linglong Pavilion.

Si Mingqin really followed the wood stream out of the messy and stuffy alley to the southeast block, and there was an illusion of being in a different world.

The southeast block is backed by a high mountain cliff and has a rugged terrain with a stream winding through it.

The pavilions and terraces here are different from each other, and they are in stark contrast to the dense buildings in the western area opposite.

Most of the courtyards are not walled, making the streets more spacious and accessible.

The grass and trees transplanted from the Wounded Qi Forest have grown into a small forest, covering the courtyard pavilions, and the pavilions at the corners of the eaves loom in the lush woods.

It is said that the southeast block is a clear stream, and there is no cave.

The lights here are bright, the environment is quiet, and you can hear the calls of insects and birds, and you can clearly feel the breath of the Hurt Qi Forest.

Anyone who has been to that forest has their own feelings, and this neighborhood can bring back many memories.

And there is no need for the nursing home of Linglong Pavilion to come forward, and pedestrians passing by are very conscious of abiding by the rules set by Linglong Pavilion.

If you lose face in such a serious place, it is a great embarrassment.

Therefore, almost all of them maintain their due etiquette, and their literacy seems to be sublimated suddenly after being nurtured by the fragrance of flowers all the way, and their manners are decent, and their conversation is quite elegant.

If the hard-working priests of the monastery were to see their refreshed faces, they would surely be impressed.

Si Mingqin really breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Mu Liu's arm, his feet fell back to the ground, his eyebrows stretched, and his heart was very happy.

However, Mu Liu was unmoved, as if he knew everything here, and the brow between his eyebrows was a touch of melancholy, which just showed that he had an extraordinary relationship with Linglong Pavilion.

The two of them walked all the way along the path by the stream, and Si Mingqin really noticed that the nursing home of Linglong Pavilion and the steward who went out to do errands would retreat to the side and make a simple salute when they saw Mu Liu.

Si Mingqin really thought that this was just Linglong Pavilion's hospitality, but after thinking about it, he denied his guess.

"At first I thought you were living under the bridge, but I was wrong. ”

"I live in the mountains. ”

"Can you tell me what you're doing here?"

"Eat, sleep. ”

Unconsciously, Si Mingqin really followed Mu Liu to the halfway up the mountain, except for the two of them, there was no one else left and right.

On the remote and secluded path, the light emitted by the floor-to-ceiling stone lamps is blurred in color under the rendering of the surrounding grass and trees, but it makes people feel very unsteady.

Si Mingqin really glanced back at the way he came, and felt uneasy, "It's gloomy here, and it doesn't look like there's a place to eat." Muliu, are you lost?"

"No, it won't. ”

Mu Liu's answers are always so concise, and there is no intention to adjust the atmosphere at all.

Turn a corner, you can see a half-hidden gate at the end of the road, crawling with vines, the bright lights in the courtyard overflowing, orange and warm, but lacking the smell of fireworks, dead and silent, no sense of home, revealing an inexplicable strangeness.

And for some reason, the closer he got to that door, the more restless Si Mingqin became.

Thinking that Mu Liu was his good buddy, Si Mingqin really didn't raise his vigilance, but just followed behind Mu Liu carefully and stopped talking.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when Mu Liu pushed open the door, six invisible but extremely heavy gazes with the extremely condensed forest cold killing aura fell on Si Mingqin Zhen almost at the same time, condensing into a formation, imprisoning and distorting the surrounding space, blocking all of Si Mingqinzhen's retreats, and not leaking.

Obviously, the other party is a veteran of the way of assassination, who has surpassed the realm of Tibetan wind and gathering, and is good at forming a formation to encircle and kill, shooting quickly and ruthlessly, and never dragging mud and water.

Muliu pushed open the gate and walked into the courtyard.

The end of the world is just a stone's throw away.

"Six Souls Seal!"

Si Mingqin was really caught off guard, his limbs couldn't move, but he was not confused at all at the critical moment, and his mind moved to see through the soul killing array that trapped him, and at the same time, his divine consciousness immediately became active, passing through the surrounding space like a swamp, tracing the owner of these six eyes, but one of them was intercepted and killed.

Si Mingqin really sensed that the other party was ready to attack, and a stormy attack was sweeping towards him.

He realized that this was not a simple temptation, since the other party had the ability to probe and successfully intercept his divine sense, it meant that they were very sure to inflict a fatal blow on themselves under the combined siege.

In this world, children who are blessed by the heavens are not only supported by the world. In the north and south of the sea, there are too many people who want to kill him, and the demon descendants north of the Great Wall have no reason to let Si Mingqin really grow.

But sitting still is not Si Mingqin's true style, he has already mastered the depth of the other party's five people's Taoism, and the other party has not figured out his details. Before the other party broke out, he had at least one chance to get out.

However, Si Mingqin really didn't want to leave like this.

The thought arose again, and a vajra law phase that was invisible to the naked eye shattered the void, appeared on the forest path out of thin air, protected Si Mingqin Zhen in the middle, and retreated the condensed space confinement of the other party's six people in one fell swoop.

In the subtle and short confrontation, Si Mingqin really felt that he could move a little, so he withdrew his free right foot, so that he could stand more comfortably.

"You can try my recently created three-ring spell 'Grass and Trees Are Soldiers'. ”

Si Mingqin really turned his heart sideways, pinched his fingers and made a seal, and there were words in his mouth, only to see the grass flying under his feet, the leaves in the forest leaving the branches, and the earth bursting with green light, instantly generating a powerful magic circle, and the grass and trees gathered and transformed into tall and mighty soldiers and horses, arrogant and domineering, and actually launched an attack in advance, rushing to kill the six directions.

There was a burst of sword light and sword shadows in the forest, and the grass and trees flew everywhere.

Si Mingqin really broke the encirclement of the other party with one enemy and six, but he did not resolve his own crisis, but he just bought a little time, which may be used to say goodbye.

The loss of plants and trees was huge, and coupled with his distraction, his divine thoughts were somewhat weak, and he felt that he was in prostration, and even the Vajra Dharma was difficult to maintain.

At this time, he happened to see Mu Liu parked in the courtyard with his back to him.

A few steps away, it seems to be separated from heaven and earth.

The past is vivid, and Si Mingqin really doesn't believe that Mu Liu will murder him. However, the first glimpse of the murderous presence of Tianmu Ryu in the canyon flashed in his mind, which was exactly the same as the style of the six assassins here.

Thinking about it carefully, he was extremely frightened, so looking at Mu Liu's back, Si Mingqin really couldn't help but ask two very serious questions.

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Who are you?"