It is said that it is Wang Xilou's hometown, but let Wang Xilou recognize it, and he can hardly recognize the traces of the past.

In the past, this place may have been a piece of yellow earth, and on a summer day when you think about it, there will probably be a bell tower, a morning bell and a dusk drum, and people on the street, who are generally yellow and thin.

Wang Xilou was actually very smart before her death, a pretty girl from ten miles and eight towns, at that time she was a female celebrity, and her younger brothers were playing around her, she took a needle and thread to sew clothes, cut the unwanted fabrics, and used them to sell the soles to subsidize the family, and would think about finding a wishful husband in the future, thinking that they would marry and teach children in a year or two, but they had a famine that year, she happily got married and lay in the coffin.

Later, he wandered around for three hundred years, like a ghost in this land, and he didn't know what he was.

Until someone picks it up, or rather, picks it up.

The water that looks down is the water of a thousand years, and the tree that looks up is a tree that is a hundred years old, but Wang Xilou will feel strange no matter how you look at it.

Seeing that the little apprentice had already walked out, she hurriedly followed.

"I'll carry it, this bag is so heavy." She pulls the unreasonable bag.

Feng looked back at her unreasonably.

Wang Xilou looked back innocently and was pulled by the hand to his side.

"You're not my maid, don't you think you're really too good to me?"

"I'm going to be said if I'm good to you." She was dissatisfied.

"That's already coddling."

"Whatever you say, I'll carry it, I'll tire you later." She was unrelenting.

A couple next to him, the boy turned his head frequently, looked at the girl pulling the boy's backpack, he couldn't see the face, only saw the little zombie's body curves, the woman's voice was very good, like the breeze supporting the willows, and the imagination was fluttering.

And what kind of statement is this, it must be science fiction!

No, that woman must be ugly!

Then he saw the girl's face.

「……」

Strange, what do you think of Liu Yifei? I'm not sure to look at it again, it's a bit like Liu Shishi, and a little Satomi Ishihara.

She must have been tricked, this woman is really pitiful.

"I'll carry you with your backpack."

"Well, forget it...... Actually, you can carry me for a while."

Wang Xilou's kindness to herself is actually a little deformed, because she has really lost, so she always suffers from gains and losses when she looks at herself, holding it for fear of falling, and thinking about how to protect it.

What is precious, what is lost is more clearly precious.

In fact, it is not needed, but no matter what he says, she will still be like this, and Feng Wuli will ignore her.

I took a car and went to the hotel to put down my bag first and see the accommodation.

There are two beds in the room, and the futon looks fluffier than at home.

"Did you feel your shadow after coming here?"

The wind unreasonably opened the curtain, and here you can see the street scene outside.

A few broken clouds were dyed golden red, and the tall office building with glass walls just reflected a dull golden light, shining on the upper part of the window, splitting the room in two with the wind in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and only the upper body was facing the dark golden sunset.

In the early autumn of Jinling, it should be a fog lost building, the moon is lost in Jindu, there is no building in it, and there is no Jindu, but the scenery is okay.

The little zombie took off his shoes, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and stood with the little apprentice.

She put her hand at the corner of her brow as the brim of her hat, and looked at the people who were as small and busy as ants below her.

I couldn't help but sigh:

"It's really powerful, it's only been a few hundred years, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, he can't create such a prosperous world, it seems that there is no point in cultivating at all."

"You can't say that, cultivation and technology are all about making life better, and you feel that it is meaningful."

"Also, Master sold him tens of thousands of dollars for a tooth, and his life was beautiful."

"I don't make you feel like that......

He glanced at her, "Do you feel your shadow, if so, let's go and get it back."

Wang Xilou rolled his hand into a telescope and glanced around below:

"Report to the apprentice, I didn't find it."

"Let's go to the Cultivator Market and take a look, I've always heard that there are a lot of things to see in the Cultivator Market in Jinling."

Feng Wuli looked at the cultivator forum, the monster aura here in Jinling was several times higher than that of Junsha, the little zombie was lying on the bed, Feng Wuli glanced at it, and was playing with fun.

Feng Wuli also leaned over to watch her play.

Occasionally give the little zombie a stroke when she frowns and thinks.

She was impatient: "Master has seen it all, many hands and feet."

If the wind is unreasonable, he will not dare to speak.

Then look at her WeChat, in the WeChat group of the Qingdi, the Qingdi sent a photo.

Somebody: Two little ones came to the zoo

Someone Green: [Picture]

In the picture, there are two fawns, which look cute and cute.

In the next circle, in response to the topic of Lord Qingdi, many people said that Lord Qingdi was originally in the zoo, and there was a group to see him.

Feng looked at the music for a while, Wang Xilou asked him what he was happy about, he told her how the two fawns came, and then the master and apprentice had fun together.

At six o'clock, they were about to go out, Feng Wuli stood by the door and watched the little zombie wearing stiletto sandals, and suddenly remembered the lingering yesterday at noon, and his heart was a little hot and itchy.

"Doesn't it feel like a date?" He asked.

Wang Xilou put on his shoes and smiled: "Every time I took you out before, Master thought it was a date."

Feng Wuli was silent for a while, a little clueless and said, "I want to live forever, so I don't have to suffer from gains and losses."

"Huh?"

Wang Xilou was stunned for a moment, met those eyes, his eyes trembled, and he hummed softly.

The two went out.

She turned her head over and took the little apprentice's hand, "The rivers and lakes are sinister, our master and apprentice will go and return together!"

Feng smiled unreasonably and pinched it, this master-apprentice game was also Wang Xilou entertaining himself, he had never admitted it.

For dinner, they went to Xinfangyuan Restaurant, Wang Xilou asked why they came here, and Feng replied unreasonably.

"I've been on the tip of China, and a lot of Jinling people have come here, yes."

On a few Huaiyang dishes, the knife work was fine, and the wind asked her unreasonably if it was the taste in her memory.

"What do you think, Master used to eat all this, and those who shad food in the field ate steamed buns and cold vegetables."

"It seems to be."

"But it's doing very well, do you like it, I like Master to learn and go back and do it for you."

The Confucius Temple is the right way to open it at night, this place, like the people around you, is something from 500 years ago.

You can also see the iron trees and silver flowers on both sides of the Qinhuai River, many of them are out to play on the National Day, most of them are young people, and there are also many couples.

Feng unreasonably took the initiative to take the little zombie's hand and rubbed it quietly, Wang Xilou always felt that he was rubbing mud for himself.

There is a street not far from the Confucius Temple, which is also an ancient street, but it looks a lot deserted, and there is a small archway in front of the street.

This place is the same as the mountain tunnel of Ah Li, ordinary people just walk through it, and if you want to enter the cultivator's market, you need to take a lantern from a place in front of the street where you buy lanterns, and light the lantern through the torii.

The lantern seller was setting up a stall, wearing a robe, he looked at the wind unreasonably, and then looked at Wang Xilou beside him, how could he be surprised: "Yo, this zombie is in good condition, does my brother sell it?"

Hearing this, Wang Xilou asked curiously, "How much does it cost?"

"Ah, girl, I'm so sorry, for the sake of this mouth, I'm going to make a compensatory for you."

"Huh? Ask, how much is a zombie like me worth?"

The owner of the cloak gave her a strange look: "This breath, start with eight million."

Hearing this, the little zombie nodded, turned around and whispered next to Feng Wuli, "Did you hear it, Master is so valuable."

Feng Wuli didn't know what to reply, so he had to nod: "Awesome."

「？？」

Feng Wuli took a lantern and entered the entrance of the archway, the two of them moved through a mirror, and the hustle and bustle behind them were far away, and a long street that was completely ancient appeared in front of them.

It's also night here, but there are stars in the sky, and it's full of stars, the magnificent Milky Way hangs high, and the southeast direction is particularly layered.

"Wow, that's pretty." The little zombies also think it's beautiful.

There are vendors all over the street, and they set up stalls on the side of the street, selling everything, and it smells like an antique market, but this is an antique market for cultivators and youkai, which adds an element of mystery to it.

The shops on both sides are also opened by monsters and cultivators, and the streets are full of light, with yellow and red lanterns hanging on the roadside.

It's like entering the filming site of a costume drama.

It's very fresh, the wind is unreasonable, just look everywhere what is sold, the real and the fake have to be distinguished by themselves, he looks at what is interesting.

I saw an oil painting on a stall, a woman in black clothes and a yellow background.

He was silent for a long time, and glanced at the stall owner dressed as a migrant worker, who smiled with big yellow teeth.

Feng was unreasonably polite: "Is this the real thing?"

"Ironclad fidelity, hey! Look at what you asked."

Feng nodded unreasonably, and didn't ask the price anymore.

It's miserable, the Louvre one is a fake.

"Come and see, that guy is amazing." The little zombie rushed to pull him over.

There is still a show in the open space circled over there, which is different from those acrobatics, a bearded man is performing a puppet show, that is, dozens of threads carrying a puppet, and the puppet is doing all kinds of movements, looking like a god, as if it has life.

The audience just watched it for fun, and it was really exciting.

"If you can learn this craft, Master is not afraid that when the incense and candle shop closes, there will be no place to make money."

The little zombie is still thinking about how to make money in the future and be unreasonable.

Feng Wuli glanced at her, this little zombie was still looking very seriously, he pursed his lips and said, "Give me your talisman, I will definitely be better than that puppeteer."

Then he was beaten.

After a while, Wang Xilou pretended not to care and said, "Do you want it very much? The talisman."

"Huh? It's just a matter of talking."

"I'll give it to you when I go back, you hide in the right emperor, be safe."

The wind scratched his head unreasonably, and oh.

Wang Xilou is not at fault, keeping a thing to restrain herself in the world, but if that talisman is destroyed, she will also be counterattacked.

This simply disgusted Wang Xilou, disgusting for more than 800 years, and he had to hide and protect this talisman.

Halfway through, the bearded man arched his hand and begged for a reward, and the puppet that was full of aura just now and was lively a second ago snapped and fell.

The limbs are twisted, the head is slanted, and it is very oozing.

This is a way to please the gods, and just now the big man put his yang god into the doll, which is why he is so dexterous and moving.

The places you can visit here are much more interesting, and Feng Wuli has seen a lot of gadgets, and it is so interesting to watch.

Especially for some spirit entanglement creations, there are still sects of cultivators here, and there is a kind of smell of gunpowder that the various sects are secretly competing for the land.

The little zombie went to the toilet, and Feng Wuli waited in front of a few stalls, and it was very interesting to see some gadgets, and talked to the boss.

He bought a fan, a spiritual artifact, and the wind from the fan helped him sleep.

He tried, but after a while, he was a little tired.

This thing is also related to the consumption of spiritual power, and the conversion rate is not high, unless it is used by immortals, so it is not very expensive, only five thousand yuan.

The most important thing that the wind is unreasonable is spiritual power.

In the future, he can open a sleep aid shop, and the business is kept, and he can use it when he has insomnia, and he likes this kind of spirit entanglement very much.

He visited several stalls, and every man couldn't refuse this feeling of treasure hunting.

He stopped at another stall, the owner of the stall was dressed in a black robe, with his head bowed and his face in the shadow of his hood, but his figure was supposed to be a girl.

"This hairpin ......"

"Knowing the goods, boy, let me tell you that this hairpin has a great background, when Taizu fought in the south and in the north......

The stall owner talked eloquently, his mouth was like a river, and he looked like a chatterbox, but he was stunned by the unreasonable wind.

"Wang Xilou?"

The stall owner instantly looked up, and was stunned for a moment when he saw that the wind was unreasonable.

Then she pulled down her hood, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Wang Xilou's.

But the temperament on his body is more elegant than that of Wang Xilou now, and closer to that of hundreds of years ago.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the teenager in front of her.

The face was full of disbelief.

"You!"

stepped on his stall barefoot, stepped on a hard thing on his footboard, and jumped his feet, this clumsy feeling is also very Wang Xilou.

Then he jumped up in three steps and two steps, and directly hugged the boy in front of him, hugging him very hard.

"You, you're not dead? Aren't you dead?"

"I didn't recognize anyone, did you, did you really come back? I'm not dreaming, am I?"

As she spoke, she burst into tears.

Feng Wuli was also stunned.

There are many people on the street, and many people or monsters notice this side and cast their eyes.

He hurriedly calmed down the people on his body.

"You're a shadow, aren't you? Which one are you?"

"I miss you so much."

She sobbed and kept saying, "You don't know, some time ago I dreamed again, I dreamed that you were in the yard and told me, how to take care of those flowers, I wanted to talk to you, but you couldn't hear me."

She cried so hard that she couldn't speak, her shoulders twitched and she couldn't speak clearly, but she still kept talking, and she hugged her tighter and tighter, as if she was afraid that the person in her arms would run away.

"I'm sorry, I said I wouldn't let you see me crying, I'm sorry, the Right Emperor, Suo Guan, and the Dragons are all on you, why didn't you come to me earlier."

She talks a lot, and she is two extremes with the right emperor, but her love for herself is not too much.

Feng smiled unreasonably and comforted, "Well, I'm back."

When Wang Xilou came back, she saw that the little apprentice was being held by a person, she couldn't figure out what was going on, and came over and saw that it was a girl dressed in tatters, but with her face on her face.

To provide you with the fastest update of "Shadow Player" full of pine nuts in the mountains of the great gods, in order for you to see the fastest update of this book next time, please be sure to save the bookmark!

Chapter 144: Six Shadow Slaves Free Reading.