The man in Tsing Yi didn't see Li Mengzhou's expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking, he looked at the several corpses lying outside the alley, and said: "These people are dead soldiers, although they are cultivators, they have no freedom, and they were born to either kill or be killed. They are cultivators who have been kept in captivity, although they are poor people, but they are not without thoughts, and they are trapped in a cage but do not think about escaping, and there is nothing to say about the end. ”

Li Mengzhou didn't understand what kind of place could train cultivators as dead soldiers, dead soldiers were not normal people in the first place, most of them were cultivated since childhood, no different from killers, and the purpose was only to kill people for the lord.

They have no relatives and cannot have affection, they just need to obey orders.

Li Mengzhou has been in the killer organization, and naturally knows some of the circumstances of the dead soldiers, in addition to the orphans who were selected as dead soldiers, many of them were also killed by their parents, forcibly taken away and then brainwashed, and implemented the idea of obeying orders as the supreme will.

Li Mengzhou will not sympathize with this kind of person, because death is a relief for them.

He was most concerned about the man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

The man in Tsing Yi doesn't look very old, at most, he is just entering the world, at this age in the secular world, he is already a proper middle-aged man, but because the cultivator looks younger than ordinary people, it is not easy to distinguish the age by appearance alone, but it is not too different, and he can still vaguely distinguish the specific age.

It's just that the age group of cultivators is different from that of ordinary people, ordinary people are already adults when they are twenty weak crowns, but among cultivators, this age is only called a teenager, and only after entering the age of not being confused can it be regarded as beyond the category of youth.

"You're a cultivator?"

"Yes. ”

Li Mengzhou thought for a moment, and then said, "A cultivator who has advanced to the third realm?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked at Li Mengzhou in surprise, not knowing whether he was surprised by the young man's intention to say it, or if it was a deeper reason.

The realm of cultivation is not something that is unknowable, but it is impossible to deeply understand the mysteries of the realm of cultivation without stepping into the world of practitioners.

Even many people in the rivers and lakes only know that there are five realms of cultivation, but they do not know the realms above the five realms, and it is even more difficult to say the name of each realm.

The artistic conception is only the third realm of cultivation, and it belongs to the category that has just ascended to the level of cultivation, so as long as you intentionally explore it, it will not be difficult.

The man in Tsing Yi was surprised not that Li Mengzhou said the three words Cheng Yiyi, but that he thought that he was a monk who Cheng Yiyi.

Is it just a guess, or can this boy really see something?

In the world of cultivation, to explore a person's specific realm, it must be done only after entering the artistic conception, because the key to the artistic conception is that everything you see is hidden, and you can explore the artistic conception that ordinary people and even low-level cultivators cannot recognize.

Monks in the Far Journey Realm can't see through the Cheng Realm cultivators, and even when they don't come into contact, even the Primordial Realm cultivators who are visualizing Amaterasu can't detect it, and it's even more impossible to detect a person's qualifications, which are all abilities of monks above Cheng Realm.

The man in Tsing Yi groaned for a while and said, "I'm just a newcomer, and I'm just a little person who can't be on the stage in the capital." ”

Li Mengzhou wanted to know more about the cultivator, but the man in Tsing Yi didn't give him a chance to continue asking, his face was already pale and bloodless, cold sweat crawled all over his face, he grabbed Li Mengzhou's wrist tightly, and said heavily: "I want to ask you for something." ”

Li Mengzhou wanted to refuse, the matter of being asked by a monk of Cheng Artistic Conception must not be a trivial matter, and it was likely to be accompanied by great trouble.

But looking at the weaker and weaker breathing of the man in Tsing Yi, it seems quite ruthless to leave directly.

Of course, the main reason was that the man in Tsing Yi grabbed his wrist very tightly, obviously he was about to die, but his strength was so strong that Li Mengzhou couldn't break free.

Although he couldn't escape, Li Mengzhou didn't promise the man in Tsing Yi anything.

And the man in Tsing Yi obviously didn't mind this, so he took out something from his arms and said, "This is a very important thing, which I brought back with my brothers desperately, and you give him to one person." Rest assured, this won't cause you much trouble, and maybe some benefits as a result. The location is outside the city, you go to Tongming Lane and find a small courtyard with white feathers, there will be people waiting for you......"

The man in Tsing Yi spoke in a smaller and smaller voice, and the last sentence was almost inaudible.

Li Mengzhou silently looked at the man in Tsing Yi who had closed his eyes and was no longer breathing, and then looked at him still holding his hand tightly, and suddenly wanted to scold the street in his heart.

It took a lot of effort to break free from the man in Tsing Yi's grasp, and he looked at what was wrapped in yellow cloth on the ground, which looked like a book, or just a few pieces of thin paper.

The yellow cloth was spread out, and what was lying quietly inside was indeed a letter.

Li Mengzhou's face darkened a little, why is it a letter again?

......

The moon is bright, the stars are bright, the night is deep, and the snow is cold.

The sound of crunching feet on the snow was very abrupt in the middle of the night.

On the streets where there are no pedestrians, there are silver and white everywhere, and the snow and fog are filled, and there are some seeps in a trance.

The watchman walked against the wall, lonely and unaccompanied, sleepy-eyed.

The lanterns and candles in their hands are dimly lit, swaying from side to side with the breeze, and the detector lights on the high corner tower are full of hazy feeling.

Suddenly, seeing a black shadow swaying in front of him, the watchman seemed to be refreshing for a moment, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

The black shadow swayed non-stop, and it didn't come close for a long time, and the drums in the hearts of the people who beat it, the figure that looked like a human being, why did it still be far away after walking for a long time?

He was obsessed with storytellers telling stories, and he loved ghost stories the most, and at this moment he couldn't help but think of a fragment of a story.

It's one thing to love it, it's another thing to meet it in person.

Although I mustered up the courage to go forward to check, the snow and fog were hazy, and the more I looked at it, the more weird it became, and finally the soles of my feet were cold, and I howled miserably, turned my head and ran.

The lantern was thrown to the ground by him in a panic, and the candle flickered a few times as if it would not be extinguished.

A light breeze blew and the lanterns swayed.

A hand reached over and lifted the lantern, and the candlelight was lit up again, illuminating Li Mengzhou's face.

He looked in the direction of the watchman's escape, silent.

This place is close to Tongming Lane in the outer city, Li Mengzhou originally didn't plan to come, but then he thought that he was also bored, and the man in Tsing Yi asked him to do something before he died, if he didn't do it, he was afraid that the man in Tsing Yi would come to him in the middle of the night.

He didn't know who was in Tongming Lane, let alone the identity of the man in Tsing Yi, and he didn't know if he would get into any fatal trouble.

But none of that matters.

Since the man in Tsing Yi is a monk who inherits the artistic conception, then the people who are familiar with him should also be cultivators.

This was a good opportunity to get in touch with cultivators, and it was also an opportunity to give Li Mengzhou a preliminary understanding of the capital.

Carrying the lantern that was thrown away by the beater, Li Mengzhou turned into an alley.

The sign into the alley is engraved with the three words Tongming Lane, almost every street in the capital has such a famous brand, except for those lonely alleys that are really not worthy of a name, many places like Tongming Lane have special wooden signs to read, so that it is easy to recognize the road, and it will not let outsiders like Li Mengzhou catch blind.

This may also be the reason why Li Mengzhou prefers the capital.

Tongming Lane is a big alley where many people live, so it's not a narrow alley, but more like a street.

There are lanterns hanging in front of every house in the alley, and the sight is clear, perhaps this is also the origin of the name of Tongming Lane.

Li Mengzhou also knew a little about it, after all, he had also visited the capital for a day, and many of the alleys where residents lived did not have lanterns hanging in front of their doors.

Although the lights in Tongming Lane were bright, Li Mengzhou did not throw away the lantern in his hand, thinking that when he left, there would always be a place where the light could not be found along the way, and this lantern was still useful.

After a long walk inside, the night was deep, and everyone had already slept, so the alley was so quiet that you could not even hear the barking of dogs, and perhaps none of the residents had dogs.

Li Mengzhou always pays attention to every courtyard gate.

When he had walked about three hundred paces, he stood in front of the gate of the courtyard at a corner, and there was a large stone in the corner, on which perhaps an old man in the family could sit down and rest for a while.

Of course, this is not the focus of Li Mengzhou's attention.

Because there was a white feather hanging from the courtyard gate around the corner, which was fluttering in the wind, like a huge snowflake.

Li Mengzhou was about to knock on the door, when the sword wrapped in black cloth behind him suddenly let out a slight trembling sound.

As if his brain had been impacted, Li Mengzhou was stunned for a moment, and his face immediately became solemn.

Most spiritual swords can sense the approach of danger, perhaps an instinct to break through the sheath and stain blood.

This was the first time Li Mengzhou felt such a tremor from this sword, it was different from when he faced the Thundering Sect Master in Huacheng at that time, it was even heavier, it was more like a wake-up call.

Despite this, he knocked on the courtyard door and waited silently.

He didn't wait too long, he heard footsteps approaching in the small courtyard, and with the creak of the courtyard door being opened, a man in green clothes also appeared in Li Mengzhou's sight.

The man in green clothes had a grim face, stared at Li Mengzhou silently, and did not speak.

Li Mengzhou felt that if he spoke first, he might fall behind, better than silence, he was very accomplished, and he thought that he would never lose.

Sure enough, the man in green clothes soon couldn't help it, the two men's big eyes were already a little weird, and he deliberately used sharp eyes to force people, but the young man in front of him was indifferent, which became a little more interesting.

He suddenly grinned, then stepped aside, stared at Li Mengzhou tightly, and said, "Come in." ”

Li Mengzhou was more cautious in his heart.

The other party didn't ask who he was, and he was silent for a long time and suddenly let himself in, which was obviously fraudulent.

But since he had already come here, Li Mengzhou did not hesitate at all, and walked into the small courtyard, the man in Tsing Yi looked out a few times, then gently closed the courtyard door, and bolted it from the inside by the way.