It rained during the night, and when I woke up in the morning, it was already sunny.

On a sunny day after the rain, the wind and sun were beautiful, and the rain on the ground had evaporated without a trace, but the water in the stream outside the town school was full of troughs, and the weeds were lush on the banks, and wildflowers were blooming freely. In the willow shade next to the embankment, a little shepherd boy was lying on the grass, sleeping soundly. And the cow just buried its head in grazing, and walked farther and farther until it reached the west of the willow forest.

Outside the town, Tuoshan Mountain is overgrown with flourishing weeds, endlessly, and the mountain stream flows to the east, and then turns back to the west. The mountains are lush and fragrant, but empty, the flowers bloom and fall, and the birds chirp along the way. Although it seemed empty, there were several thatched huts on the mountainside, and smoke was rising at this time.

"Go while it's cool! Your mother, I flipped through the yellow calendar before I went out, it's not suitable to beat children today, Li Ruonan, count yourself lucky! ”

In the courtyard of a large mansion, the figures of several men sat opposite each other, and the voice of the widow of the king faintly sounded in their ears.

The courtyard looks to be some years old, the red paint on the walls is peeling, and the green tiles are somewhat damaged and unrepaired. Looking at the courtyard, I only feel very deep and deep, I don't know how many layers deep, I can't see the bottom at a glance, and I can't see the whole picture. The doors and windows of the mist-shrouded pavilions are often closed. Looking around, I saw that the scene of willow tops returning to green and plum branches sprouting stamen became more and more distinct in the late spring.

The man in the middle sighed, and saw that the figure was a little more transparent, as if it was about to disappear.

He looked at the rest of the people and said, "Sure enough, today is another repeat day, when has such a thing happened in hundreds of years trapped here......

He had obviously not finished his sentence, but he knew that the others had understood the meaning.

Really......

Another man with his back to the wall sneered and said, "Don't you just want to say that the Jiaolong disciple of the Qingying Sword Sect, why hide it, the facts are in front of you, when we strayed into this place, we were trapped for hundreds of years in an instant, you and I both know that this place is like a world, it has nothing to do with the outside, and I can't get out even if I try my best, but after the Jiaolong came, such a strange thing happened." ”

A male and female ghost cultivator on the left glanced at his mouth and sneered, and said: "I understand what you mean, but let me say it first, I don't have the courage to face Jiaolong, we are trapped here, although the lifespan has been stuck at the age of the year we came in, but you also know when the cultivation has increased?" If the aura is cut off here, it is impossible to practice at all, if you really want to do it, we estimate that even the mortal martial artist next door to her house can't do it. ”

Seeing this, the man among them knew that if this continued, it would only cause unpleasant trouble, quarrel, and then it was more likely that it would be over, and that it would conflict with his original intentions and expectations, so he quickly interrupted them.

"That's it! Don't make any noise, I believe that Jiaolong also found something unusual, I think when we came in, she was just a snake demon in the foundation building period of the Qing Ying Sword Sect, and now I don't know how many hundred years have passed, we are still in the late stage of foundation building, but people are already infants, and they have all turned into Jiao, but don't be discouraged, don't rush to shirk, I know that you all have the mind of a dead Taoist friend and an immortal poor Dao, it's okay...... Who doesn't have a little bit of caution, I also have it, and I also want you to be in front, but the current situation is destined for us to face together, so I think let's find a time together to talk to that Jiaolong. ”

There was silence for a moment, and then the silence was broken.

"If you want to go, you can go together, I agree, but in terms of time, I feel that it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, so I just go now."

The man was silent for a moment, looked left and right, and asked, "What do you think?" ”

“……”

Although everyone had different thoughts, they all knew at this moment that they had to work together, otherwise they would not have gathered here today, and they did not enter this town together, but there were some firsts, the earliest almost four hundred years, and the latest nearly two hundred years. At that time, after they knew the news, they guessed that after Longmian Town was sacrificed by the Demon Dao Blood, it may have been separated from the original world and has been floating in chaos, but it is not too far from the original world, and it can occasionally coincide, otherwise it is impossible to explain how they walked and walked and entered here.

For hundreds of years, they have also thought about how to get out, but when they go to Tuoshan, it is a fog, and they shuttle in the fog for an unknown amount of time, and when they finally think they are out of the fog, they find that the ...... appear in front of them

It's still Tuoshan, it's still Pinghu, it's still a small town.

This scene, even as ghost cultivators, felt quite weird.

And, they found......

Except for them, who are ghost cultivators, there seems to be no monks in this small world anymore, even if they have seen many monks and Taoist priests in the town, but most of them are people who have no cultivation at all.

Person......

It may be a bit inappropriate to say that they are human, but the people who live in this town are almost all mortals when the town was sacrificed by blood.

However, there are no absolutes, according to the description of the person sitting in the middle, in the past four hundred years, there have been some people who have come in one after another, but these people are all mortals who originally lived in the town.

If this is the case, why don't you enter reincarnation after death, but come here?

Again......

People who live in small towns seem to have no limit on their lifespan, and for hundreds of years, there is no such thing as dying of old age.

The population is still the same, occasionally increasing, and it is also the aborigines who 'traveled' away from home during the first blood sacrifice town, and they have been living a peaceful life without fighting.

They are not born, only sick, not dead, only old.

Just like the ghost cultivator who was the last one to come in at that time, there was an old man living opposite the door of his house, who was trembling a hundred years ago, and now a hundred years later, he is still trembling, half-dead.

Finally, there are the souls, who are unable to use their spells here, nor can they release the ghosts they raise.

There is no way to detain the souls of human beings here, and they don't even know that these so-called people are still unknown.

Whether they are humans or ghosts.

……

The tongue of the early riser washed in the courtyard, and the widow went out early in the morning, even if she deliberately got up early today, it still did not change this matter, and it seemed that unconsciously, it seemed that today it began to repeat again.

"Sir, I think there is dirty stuff in the well water......"

Lian'er's eyes were staring at the well water, and she said to Fang Yan without raising her head.

Fang Yan rolled his eyes angrily and said, "That's not why you should be a dirty child. ”

"Hmm......" Lian'er frowned and thought about it for a long time, then suddenly raised her head and said with a smile: "Sir, I'll wash up tomorrow, is it okay?" ”

A certain Jiao is speechless, this is Lian'er's magical brain circuit, and when she washes up tomorrow, she is a clean child.

As for tomorrow, she estimates that tomorrow will push tomorrow, anyway, there will always be tomorrow.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

Several ghost cultivators came to the gate of the widow's house together, and a young monk who was beating a gong walked behind him, and he was telling the time.

"Chenshi...... There are so many people~! Antlers...... Demon ......"

The young monk followed suit, trembling and walking in front of the widow's house, and then trotted away.