In the bustling town, people passing by one after another, a silver-haired old man set up a small stall, smiling and welcoming the delivery, and he didn't care about the flour sticking to his body, and even talked in vain with the small vegetable vendors for a small profit.

Sitting on the street side of the restaurant, Chu Ziheng poured himself a drink, staring at the stall outside the window with a pair of eyes, without missing every detail. Chu Ziheng had been sitting for a long time, looking at the busy Gu Xi with great puzzlement, Gu Xi had already self-styled his cultivation at this time, and he had lost his breath, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man next door.

If it weren't for Chu Ziheng, who already knew that he was a figure who had been coercive for generations, he wouldn't even take a second look at him, because Gu Xi was too ordinary now, so ordinary that it was easy to be ignored. Chu Ziheng couldn't figure out what Gu Xi was trying to do this.

"Old man, serve a few bowls of beef noodles to my brothers! If you dare to be short of catties and two, see if your brothers don't break your legs!" A loud shout interrupted Chu Ziheng's thoughts.

"No! no!" Gu Xi waved his hand in agreement, looking a little frightened.

Chu Ziheng frowned slightly, and the group of people who shouted were obviously monks who had already started, and their cultivation was different, and the highest was just past the threshold of the innate realm. Chu Ziheng hates this kind of scum who bullies mortals with a little cultivation, let alone speaking ill of an old man. Immediately, Chu Ziheng smiled, this old man is not an ordinary old man, since he has no intention of making a move, why should he come out like this, let's see what kind of medicine is sold in the ancient tin gourd!

The acquired realm is the time to refine the dirty, and the amount of food is two or three times larger than that of ordinary people, and this group of people asked for a total of more than a dozen bowls of noodles before and after, and even the newly issued dough has not had time to knead it, and the noodles are almost eaten by this group of people.

At this time, the hook-nosed man at the head shouted again: "Old man, another bowl!"

Gu Xi hurriedly brought a bowl over. The leader pointed silently, and a true yuan energy was pointed on Gu Xi's hamstrings. Gu Xi's feet slipped, and a bowl of noodle soup was sprinkled on the man's shoes.

The hook-nosed man slapped the case in anger, grabbed Gu Xi's beard and dragged him for more than ten steps, and yelled viciously: "Old thing, are you looking for death!"

Chu Ziheng raised his eyebrows, in his opinion, the behavior of the hook-nosed man was tantamount to a mayfly shaking a tree, it was simply dead! What's even more strange is that Gu Xi didn't have a seizure like this?

"Don't, don't, big brother, there's no need to be angry with this inferior person, it's not good to dirty your hands!" a pockmarked face with a lewd face grabbed the hook-nosed man's hand and persuaded bitterly.

A man who looked like a horse boy kicked Gu Xi and bluffed, "Old fellow, don't apologize to my eldest brother soon!

Gu Xi's eyes were frightened, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The man with the hooked nose of the pockmarked face said, "Let's go, let's go! ”

"Hmph, since my brother has interceded, I won't bother with you! It's just this money..."The hook-nosed man pushed Gu Xi away, and said with an unkind face, his sharp eyes staring at Gu Xi like a knife, and the threat was overflowing.

"Count it on the head of the little old man, I just ask you not to embarrass the little old man anymore. Gu Xi begged, with an expression of wanting to cry without tears.

"Count you as acquaintances! Let's go!" a group of people sang and sang and lost their money, and even overturned the table and walked away, leaving a mess behind.

Chu Ziheng looked at the stiff back of the man who was silently cleaning up the mess, and his body flashed next to Gu Xi, and asked puzzledly, "Why are you so troubled?"

"You don't understand. Gu Xi's face was not angry, as if nothing had happened just now, he still bent down to clean up the broken porcelain pieces all over the ground, and moved the tables, chairs and benches to their original places.

Chu Ziheng watched Gu Xi busy without saying a word.

Gu Xi lowered his head, couldn't see the change in his expression, and said lightly: "This is Huafan." ”

"Huafan?" Chu Ziheng muttered these two words in his mouth, pondering the meaning of them repeatedly.

"Yes, to transform into a mortal is to perceive the breath of life in the mortal world and integrate oneself into the life of the mortal world. At the beginning of stepping into the Xuanzhi, the most important thing is to transform the true yuan energy in the body into the Xuanyuan. The beginning of the mystery, the mystery and the mystery, how can you know the mystery of the avenue without passing through the mortal dust?" Gu Xi said to himself.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Gu Xi laughed strangely: "Speaking of which, there is more than one way to transform Xuanyuan, I heard that there is a shortcut on the new cultivation side, and it is much more convenient to cultivate." Having said that, Gu Xi made no secret of his disdain for Xinxiu.

The "new cultivation" he refers to refers to the new school of monks led by the Meteorite Alliance, who take the path of combining technology and cultivation, ancient cultivation and new cultivation, one side follows the ancient law, and the other side advocates innovation. Gu Xiu is steady and steady, step by step, and between the same level, Gu Xiu's strength is naturally much higher than that of Xin Xiu. However, the progress of the new cultivation was something that the ancient cultivation could not keep up with. Both sides say that they are good, but they don't look at each other, and there are frictions and conflicts from time to time.

Chu Ziheng didn't say anything, turned around and flew towards the inner city, although this small city is not big, but it is also divided into the inner city and the outer city, the outer city is basically inhabited by mortals who have not cultivated, and there are some low-level monks who are not in the stream, and the monks above the late congenital stage live in the inner city.

If you fly into the sky, you will find that the entire inner city is actually in the shape of a Xuanwu, and the stripes on the back armor divide the inner city into dozens of large and small areas, each of which is dotted with caves. Although the sparrows are small and complete, in the fang market in the inner city, all kinds of materials, exercises, and magic weapons are sold.

Outside the main entrance, there were two rows of armored guards, all of whom indifferently glanced at the people entering and leaving, and the monks below the late innate stage were not allowed to enter. Chu Ziheng only swept and saw that these people had the cultivation of the early stage of Ning Dan, and he smiled dumbly, even the guards had to Ning Dan! When Chu Ziheng peeked with his divine thoughts, these guards were still unaware.

Unhindered all the way, Chu Ziheng drove the sword light straight through the city gate and stopped above a black back armor area. Each of the caves below looks so similar that it's hard to tell.

Standing on the Hundred Ghost Sword, Chu Ziheng took out a jade piece and injected a wisp of true vitality into it, and the wisps of blue light lit up, and then, a cave echoed from afar, and a light gate suddenly appeared.

Chu Ziheng's eyes flickered, and he immediately sank, and the light gate immediately rippled, and immediately dissipated. After the green mang dimmed, Chu Ziheng found himself in the cave. The cave is said to be small, only two stone chambers. This is the place where Gu Xi prepared for Chu Ziheng to stay, according to him, there is still a period of time before the opening date of the destination, and Gu Xi asked him to seize the time to improve his strength during this period.

In the dim cave mansion, Chu Zi sat on the futon horizontally, muttered a little, a touch of the ring, and suddenly the ghost aura was monstrous, and the soul flags of the two people were suspended in the stone room. The Hundred Ghost Sword let out a trembling roar of excitement and flew around the soul banner again and again. Chu Ziheng took a deep breath, and secretly said that it was time to refine the soul flag.