He Hongxue is a countryman entering the city this time, and everything is fresh. The streets of Chong'an, the capital of the Demon Realm, are paved with heavy bluestone slabs, which are solid and cold under your feet.

The architectural style of the Demon World is very different from the world, and the buildings are mostly brick and stone structures, supplemented by various complicated spires and metal edging decorations, which really gives He Hongxue a feeling of being in a "different world".

He Hongxue could feel that Chong'an City was indeed a place where Zhong Lingzhi gathered, and it should be a place with abundant spiritual power at the node of the spiritual vein.

This kind of place will generally become the stronghold of the Immortal Cultivation Sect in the human world. For example, Yuyuntai, leaning on the Kunlun dragon vein, inherited all the spiritual veins of the Kunlun Jade Void Palace. According to the current theory of cultivation, only the spiritual veins above the heavenly level are qualified to be called "dragon veins", but now only the two spiritual veins of Kunlun and Penglai can be called "dragon veins" in the world. According to the archaeology and records in various places, there are many more "dragon veins" in the ancient immortal cultivation world than now, and there are far more immortal cultivation methods that can be supported than now.

Today's Xiuxian sects are mostly built on the famous mountains of the river, and according to ancient records and archaeological discoveries, it is very likely that the former Xiuxian sect was built in the sky - that is, floating islands. That's the real ethereal ascension, stepping on the moon and volleying into the sky. However, now, even the Yuyuntai on the Kunlun Dragon Vein could not make even a single building rise in the air to maintain stability, and more spiritual power was supplied to the cultivation of the monks under the sect and the operation of the mountain protection array.

In this regard, after observing some buildings in Chong'an City, He Hongxue had some conjectures that she couldn't believe: "Zhang Mu, is there a place in Chong'an that records history such as a library?" ”

"Yes, and it's big, do you need me to take you?"

"Not for the time being, we'll go later, let's go shopping first." He Hongxue suddenly thought of something, grabbed Zhang Mu and asked, "Can I fly up and take a look?" ”

"How high are you going to fly?"

"Why do you ask?" He Hongxue was puzzled.

"Because the flight control of Chong'an City requires that the flight altitude must be reported before the flight race, the control center will coordinate the flight trajectory to prevent collision incidents." Although Zhang Mu has not returned to the Demon Realm for a hundred years, he is still familiar with these rules.

"A hundred feet." He Hongxue silently calculated a number in his heart and said it to Zhang Mu, and he took out a small flute and blew it three times, and after a while, three responses came from the small flute.

"Alright, there are no other flying objects in orbit within a quarter of an hour." Zhang Mu put away the little flute and nodded at He Hongxue.

He Hongxue took Zhang Mu's hand, and the tip of the gold-dotted pen hidden in his sleeve flashed the spell "Ji Ling Beike", and suddenly the wind blew on the ground, stretching the two of them into the air for a hundred zhang. Immediately, He Hongxue's sleeve dotted a gold pen that stretched three feet, and after she simply waved, a flying carpet appeared at the feet of the two to support the two.

A height of 100 zhang does not overlook the entire Chong'an City.

"You can cruise at this altitude." Zhang Mu reminded He Hongxue that she was as good as a stream, and drove the flying carpet to all directions in the southeast, northwest, and northwest, but she still couldn't take in the entire Chong'an City.

When a quarter of an hour came, the two of them came down from the clouds, and He Hongxue asked Zhang Mu a question: "Do you think that the entire Chong'an City is like a building complex that was originally vacated and flattened to the ground." ”

"Maybe you can find the answer in the library." Zhang Mu's smile was a little mysterious, after all, he was more than a hundred years older than He Hongxue, regardless of his cultivation ability, he knew much more about other things than her.

"Let's go shopping first." He Hongxue prefers the process of discovering the answer rather than going directly to find the answer, and she is not a researcher like Yang Yi, she must get a standard answer before she stops, and after a while, she was attracted by the things in the shop window on the side of the road.

"Is this a mask? It's so exquisite! He Hongxue pointed to an eyepatch-like thing in the window, which was decorated with various jewelry lace and long feathers dragging on the edge, which was very beautiful.

"That's right, that's the kind of mask that is used during festivals, some of which only cover the eye area, and some of which cover the whole face." Zhang Mu pointed to a full-face mask in the other corner of the window, with various intricate patterns outlined on the red shading.

"It was a carnival in Chong'an City, and on that day, the demons who would participate in the parade would dress themselves up as unrecognizable, and with these ornate masks, they would march along the fixed road, and the merchants and people along the way would open their doors and windows and throw colored bars and candy at the parade and the children who followed them." Zhang Mu pushed open the door of the store as he spoke, made a "please" gesture to He Hongxue, and very elegantly invited her to come in for a look.

"It's not, Mr. Mu! It's been a hundred years, and then I heard the news that you're back, and I saw you, hehe. A shrill voice came from overhead, and He Hongxue followed the voice, only to see a dwarf climbing down from the attic that came out of the room, still holding a few unprocessed simple masks in his hands.

"Ciel, old man, I'm glad to see you again." Zhang Mu was obviously familiar with this boss, and he caught the boss Hill from mid-air with a smile and put it on the counter.

The dwarf Hill thanked him, shook his arm, and said with some sadness: "I didn't expect to see you again in my lifetime, I still remember the first time I saw you, you were so old." ”

"Now you are more than two hundred years old, and I am also more than three hundred years old, and it will only be two years since you left." The dwarf put the raw mask next to the tools on the counter, "It's good to see you again." ”

He Hongxue could hear that this boss was really happy to see Zhang Mu, like an old friend who had forgotten his old age.

"Who is this?"

"It's my Amora." The last three syllables of Zhang Mu's words were magic words, and He Hongxue didn't know what they meant, but seeing that Hill's expression suddenly changed from frivolous to soft, his eyes looking at her were full of smiles.

"Ah, it's good that our Mr. Mu also has his own Amora, so that you are not always a lonely demon." Hill climbed into the counter again, and found a black and white pair from a pile of works, covering half of each face.

"I've been doing this for you for a long time, and now it seems that only you two are worthy of it, huh." After that, Hill stuffed the black mask to He Hongxue and the white one to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu and Hill chatted half-worldly and half-demonic for a while, and He Hongxue was like a little mouse, looking back and forth between the tables in the store, holding the heavy mask in his hand. The two demons were almost chatting, Zhang Mu came over and took He Hongxue's hand, and walked out of the store under the eyes of Hill.

"What does Amora mean?" He Hongxue asked.

Zhang Mu didn't answer, only smiled and said, "The carnival is coming soon, and it's a coincidence that we came back." As he spoke, he gestured to the white mask, which covered the right half of his face. The bright red tear mole in the corner of Zhang Mu's left eye hung out loud, really covering his loneliness.

The topic was diverted by him, and He Hongxue asked curiously: "He said that you are always a demon lonely, and no one will play with you after an hour?" ”

Zhang Mu held a mask in one hand and He Hongxue in the other, walked to a stall selling ice cream and bought two ice creams. I couldn't take it in my hands, so I could only put my masks into my treasure bag.

"Wow, it's cool, it's like an ice bowl, it's sweet, what is this?" He Hongxue's attention was quickly shifted to eating.

"Ice cream, the most common snack, is sold all year round."

"Don't divert the topic, what's going on with a demon being lonely?" He Hongxue freed her hand to hold the small cup of ice cream, and sat on the small chair of the stall with Zhang Mu, and finally did not get astray.

"Now I am 'Mr. Mu', and I used to be 'Mr. Mu's disciple', so I basically have no playmates, and most of the time I am being cultivated to become 'Mr. Mu'." Zhang Mu's ice cream is milk-flavored, snow-white like a small hilltop. He Hongxue was a matcha flavor, she leaned over and licked Zhang Mu's cup to taste it, and then generously handed her own and asked him to taste it too.

Zhang Mu tasted the taste of matcha ice cream on her lips like a stream.

He Hongxue felt that her acceptance had become higher and higher in Zhang Mu's step-by-step presumptuousness, and if this had been put in the past, she would definitely slap him and fly to the sky. Now that I think about it, the relationship between the two is not bad anyway, and this kiss is not bad, so I went with him.

"Don't you have a friend who is a fellow student or a good friend?"

Zhang Mu shook his head, in his memory, the master was just the one who cultivated him, he had no brothers and sisters, and no family and friends, as if everything he did existed to become the "Mr. Mu" of the Demon Realm.

"In terms of relationship, apart from Master, the closest relationship with me should be the Lord of the Demon Realm and Xiao Hei." Zhang Mu was obviously not satisfied with a simple kiss, and had already put his tongue into He Hongxue's mouth when he exhaled, grabbed it fiercely before giving up, and looked at Zhang Mu who continued to eat ice cream with a red face with satisfaction.

"The Lord of the Demon Realm and I are superiors and subordinates, and Xiao Hei is my attendant." The milk ice cream in Zhang Mu's cup melted a little, the white liquid flowed on the back of his hand, he raised his arm, gently licked off the thick liquid, and looked at He Hongxue with burning eyes, reminding her of Zhang Mu who fell into madness at some point, making her body tremble slightly with his movements.

She quickly swallowed the last two bites of matcha-flavored ice cream to cool down.

At this time, in Yuyuntai, Jiang Heqiu finally woke up, which made Wei Chun, who had been so guilty that he had been guarding him to death, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor He, come and see, Heqiu is awake!" In a hurry, he even reverted to his old name.

He Xinyue was pounding medicine outside, put down the guy in his hand, and walked in slowly: "I told you that he didn't hurt the meridians, but the dagger was coated with drowsy medicine from the demon world, and I couldn't find the antidote herbs for a while." ”

She sat next to Jiang Heqiu, who had woken up, and carefully checked his pulse.

"I'm fine." Jiang Heqiu's voice was a little hoarse, and Wei Chun hurriedly brought him a bowl of water and fed him a spoonful to drink.

"Where's Hongxue?" After drinking the water, the first thing Jiang Heqiu asked was He Hong's whereabouts. "I was abducted to the Demon Realm by Zhang Mu, and I don't know what happened now."

Jiang Heqiu was about to activate the Cloud Essence Star Map to find He Hongxue's life star, but was stopped by He Xinyue and Wei Chun together.

Jiang Heqiu thought for a moment and said, "Also, he didn't want to kill me, so naturally he won't hurt Hongxue." ”

Wei Chun and He Xinyue looked at each other, unable to understand the meaning of his words.

"I found out when I was dodging his knife, it wasn't aimed at my vital point, he just wanted to stop me from starting the battle." Jiang Heqiu had already sat up with Wei Chun's support, leaning on a few soft pillows, his hair crown that was neatly tied up on weekdays was spread out, and his green silk was draped over his shoulders, less of the majesty of being the head of the house, and more of a gentle gentleman's atmosphere.

Wei Chun looked at Jiang Heqiu like this, as if he had returned to thirty or forty years ago, when Jiang Heqiu was not the head of the house, the gentleman with a clear moon and a clear breeze.