In the past few days, Zhou Yang has been very calm.

No one from the Celestial Surveyor came to trouble him.

Zhou Yang didn't believe that they had given up, because it was posted on the city wall, and the wanted notice drawn by the soul painter about him had not been removed.

Moreover, the ninth princess is still in his hands, and the court should not give it up.

It wasn't until the past few days that Zhou Yang heard a piece of news that he knew the reason for his peaceful life these days.

Mingjiao advocated that Meng Meng fought back from the sea again, this time attacking Dengzhou Port, which could be reached by ten days from the rapid march of the capital, directly led a group of masters, broke the Dengzhou defenders, eroded half of the Shandong wall, and robbed many treasures, claiming to concentrate 800,000 troops and go straight to Beijing!

Regardless of whether the rumor released by Zhang Mengmeng was true or not, the eyes of the entire court were suddenly attracted by Zhang Mengmeng, and the eyes on Zhou Yang naturally decreased.

"This Meng Meng can be regarded as a good thing."

Zhou Yang looked at the newspaper in his hand, and after reading the court's anti-bandit article, he sighed with emotion.

He was very impressed by the femininity of the eldest woman and the beautiful sect leader.

Putting down the newspaper, Zhou Yang took out a demon pill in his hand.

convincing supernatural powers,

It can devour everything, and it is beneficial and harmless, turning into aura.

Originally, the demon pill was quite poisonous, and it had to be removed by very complex means before it could be carefully absorbed by the aura.

The difficulties in this made the demon pill a chicken rib in the hands of ordinary cultivators.

It's a pity to discard it.

However, now in the face of the domineering convincing supernatural powers, none of this is a problem.

Zhou Yang gently threw it into the air, and the demon pill was like a jelly bean, crossing a parabola in the air, and handsomely falling into Zhou Yang's mouth.

"Quack!"

Nearly snapped his big teeth.

Even Zhou Yang, who was perfect, still had a hard time chewing this demon pill.

"It's so hard!"

Zhou Yang sighed with emotion.

It is worthy of the demon pill that continuously shattered several divine weapons in the hands of the chief senior brother of the Divine Sword Villa!

He could only press it under his tongue to convince him and absorb the aura.

The aura escaped from the demon pill, and some chaotic demon qi was directly extracted by the domineering, and quickly sank into the dantian in the meridians of Zhou Yang's body.

After a while, the demon pill became a little softer, and Zhou Yang chewed the demon pill and swallowed it in his stomach.

The taste is good, and there is a fragrant fragrance, which is similar to the taste on the body of Nanmen Wenyue at that time.

In the dantian, one red and one blue, the two qi yin and yang rotate with the general.

The demonic qi fell into the qi, like gasoline poured on the fire, and immediately burned violently, and was quickly assimilated by the qi, cultivating the two qi qi more vigorously like nourishment.

After only a few breaths, Nanmen Wenyue was eaten by Zhou Yang.

Fragrant,

The strength has increased by at least 30%!

"It's so cool!"

This kind of improvement in strength that is visible to the naked eye makes people feel particularly satisfied and gained.

"What a supernatural power!"

Zhou Yang sighed, and also chewed up another demon pill dug up on the eagle demon.

The taste of this demon pill is much worse, compared to the South Gate Wenyue, there is a trace of fragrant fragrance and a little more spicy.

Even the quality of the demonic qi in it is a little mixed, and the quantity is much less.

However, it still increased the strength of the dantian by half a percent.

"It's a pity that the qi still hasn't turned into aura, and the magic still hasn't been introduced."

The threshold of the Nameless Divine Skill is not low, although after leaving the Longjian Valley, Zhou Yang began to cultivate, and has been cultivating for more than ten days, with the help of the Convincing Qi Divine Power, the cultivation speed is not slow, and his own strength has improved very quickly, even the physical body that has been refined to perfection has gone further, and the overall strength has almost doubled compared to when he just crossed into this world, but he still has not entered the first 'Boiling Stone' realm of the Nameless Divine Skill.

Zhou Yang was patient and not in a hurry.

It's been years since I traveled to the wasteland and experienced so many worlds.

His temperament has long been calmed down, and when he is cultivating, the most taboo thing is impatience.

When refining the body, if you go mad, it is easy to diverge your anger, and if you go off the road, when you visualize which position in the future, you will feel a faint pain.

In the future, when practicing qi, it is even more necessary to have a calm mind and work steadily and steadily, so that we can walk more steadily on the road of cultivation.

"With the power of science and technology as a supplement and the portable space as a solid backing, it is enough to deal with most dangers, and there is no need to be in a hurry in cultivation, as long as you are steady and steady.

The purpose of cultivating more is to expand the width of one's life, accumulate the thickness of one's life, improve one's ability to cope with more complex and harsh environments, and improve one's life level and life span. ”

Zhou Yang has a deep analysis of the purpose of his cultivation, and he will not affect his cultivation state of mind because of his temporary slow progress.

Cultivation is, after all, a thing that requires patience, not only self-cultivation, but also cultivation.

Zhou Yang stood up, walked to the window, and looked up at the round moon in the sky.

The Mid-Autumn Festival originated in ancient times, and it is also a very grand festival in this world.

Festive lanterns of different shapes are hung at the door of every house, and the whole city is particularly festive.

Lanterns were hung in front of the Tongguang Inn early in the morning, some people were singing songs on the street outside, and some people were shouting at the girls on the painting boat by the river, and sometimes they were even more excited when they got the response of the girls on the painting boat.

Outside, on the wide river surface, in addition to the painting boats, there are also cruise ships with lanterns hanging through the stream, and the voices of people are boiling.

"It's been more than half a year."

came to this world, and most of the time passed in a flash.

After the little dragon girl left, Zhou Yang's heart suddenly became empty, and he couldn't bear to be lonely in this world.

Fortunately, with the company of Doudou and Li Sixia, he is not so lonely.

At this time, looking at the lively scene in Fuzhou City, Zhou Yang thought of Jill again.

Now that the mission is complete, we will be able to see each other soon.

"Knock knock knock dang bang······"

A sound of gongs and drums sounded in the distance on the east side of the street in front of the door, and people were bustling around a dozen sedan chairs from afar, the sedan chairs were very large and open-topped.

The women on it are beautiful like pearls, exuding a charming light, like a magnet that deeply attracts the attention of the men on the street, singing, laughing, and setting off the atmosphere on the long street extremely warmly.

The women on the sedan chair, some of them played the pipa, and they showed their singing voices, and they were all very cheerful.

These are all the people of several green buildings on Hanchun Fang.

Zhou Yang glanced towards the Guizhou Guild Hall, Niu Dawei was squatting on the threshold of the gate, looking at the people coming and going on the street, as if waiting for something.

In the past few days, Niu Dawei has come together every morning and will squat at the gate, sometimes for a day.

Sometimes after squatting for a while, I would run to the yard to practice.

In just a few months, this Niu Dawei has not only cultivated the Mangniu Gong, but has also advanced to the third-rate realm of this world.

Among the martial artists of the Great Xia Dynasty, although the third rate is the lowest realm.

But it is already what most martial artists yearn for, because the vast majority of martial artists are not in the stream.

Niu Dawei can cultivate in a month, and he obviously has some talent for martial arts.

The carnival of the night passed quickly, there were not so many entertainment activities in ancient times, there were not so many distracting things, and under the slow pace of life, a grand festival can make people lively for days on end.

So, the next day, people were still immersed in the festive spirit.

On this day, a small convoy came from afar.

There were five flatbed wagons, and there were no goods on them, but refugees with emaciated bodies, dull complexions, and yellow hair.

But the eyes of these refugees burst with hope, and they looked in the direction of Fuzhou City one by one, as if there was their new life there.

On the carriage at the front, the driver was a middle-aged man dressed in a robe and polite.

He was still holding the erhu in his arms, gently pulling the strings, and the sound of silk came out, but there was not much sadness, but in the sound of crying and complaining, people had a yearning for a better future in their hearts.

The voice that goes straight to the bottom of the heart ticks the deep feelings of people's hearts.

It's really a great musical achievement.

There were people who entered the city next to them, and when they were waiting at the door, they didn't expect to hear such heart-stirring music, and they couldn't help but look at the elegant man.

In the end, after carefully checking that the refugees in the car were not in danger, the city gate official did not charge the entrance fee, and let the middle-aged man take all the refugees into the city.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

The city gate official arched his hand towards the middle-aged man, and after the middle-aged man entered the city gate cave, he couldn't help but ask his back: "Where can Mr. play music in the teahouse?" ”

"If you have the opportunity, you can come to the Guizhou Hall."

The middle-aged man replied.

It's a pity that after the city gate official went to the Guizhou Guild Hall, he heard that Mr. Wen had left and didn't know where to go.

This made him regret it for a long time.