Yunzhou is located on the border of Izumo Province and adjacent to Cangfeng Country in the west, it is a military town, but because Izumo Country is heavy on business and light on military force, diplomacy basically relies on trade to maintain peace, in order to show goodwill at the border, many of the protectorates have reduced their troops, and there are not a few officers and soldiers who have lost their livelihood and fall into the grass, and most of the bandits in Baiyun City are like this.

However, Izumo Province was not without its advantages in terms of commerce, at least in terms of culture and commerce, and its economic strength was far superior to that of its neighbors, otherwise there would have been no peace for more than 100 years.

After coming down from Yunding Mountain, after a night of life-threatening running, Yun Hao's physical strength has been seriously overdrawn, he did not dare to take the road for fear of being overtaken, so he could only find a way in the mountains and wilderness, and finally fell asleep on the haystack at the edge of the field, after all, it is not easy for a mortal body to run out of dozens of miles in one breath.

I don't know how long it took, a peasant woman found Yun Hao who fell on the ground, and people could never get up if they fell like this in the year of the great wilderness, and when they found someone falling in the field, they had the courage to test their life and death.

"Little brother, wake up."

Yun Hao turned over and sat up when he heard the movement, his eyes were blank and he looked like he hadn't woken up yet, the peasant woman saw that his age was similar to her son who starved to death last year, and she couldn't help but arouse her motherhood, took out the crockpot, poured a bowl of gruel and handed it over: "Eat." ”

Yun Hao was also hungry and immediately took a drink, only to feel that the food entered his throat and grinded his throat, it turned out that the porridge was not used for cooking at all, but the outer skin of wheat, a thing called 'bran', the only grain of the farmers before the disaster was over, and the farmers could only have bran to satisfy their hunger.

Yun Hao returned the bowl to the peasant woman and said lightly: "The grace of a meal, this gentleman has written it down, and it will be returned in the future." ”

But the peasant woman did not take the bowl, "Keep it, you need it more than I do." ”

Yun Hao now has no long things, so he didn't shirk when he thought of coming to fill water to quench his thirst, and asked the direction of Baiyun City and continued to hurry.

It took a few more days to arrive at Baiyun City, during which the Nine Shadows Ancestor just followed silently and did not say much.

The high walls of Baiyun City have the momentum of a military town just by looking at it, but it is almost impossible to see the guards of the official army.

There are still many homeless people begging along the streets in the city, how big the shops are closed, and it is very depressed, and it is not easy to find a restaurant that is still open, Yun Hao has just stepped into the store and has not spoken.

The shopkeeper who was sitting in the corner and napping first said: "If you want to wait at the back door with swill, you will wait in vain if the hearth is not opened today." ”

Yun Hao slapped the table and said, "Open your dog's eyes and see, does Benjun seem to be here to beg for food!" ”

The shopkeeper sighed, stood up and pulled Yun Hao's sleeve out of the store, took him to the side of the victim sleeping crookedly under the porch, and said: "No matter how you look at the villain's dog eyes, you don't look like a master who can afford to eat. ”

Not to mention, now Yun Hao's shabby clothes are no longer the same, plus he slept in the haystack all night full of grass clippings, and he still holds a bowl in his hand, no wonder others misunderstood, thinking that even the peasant woman gave a bowl for his convenience and begging.

Yun Hao didn't bother to talk here, so he said: "How to go to the fast door." ”

The shopkeeper put the rag on his shoulder, looked at Yun Hao with a smile, pointed in the direction and said: "Turn a corner along the street and walk towards the west gate, the place you are looking for is in Mingde Fang, if you want to beg for food, you don't have to go." He entered the store without looking back.

Yun Hao said as he walked: "It seems that the gate of Kuaiyi Gate is too high now, so that the people will stay away, and this monarch must reorganize the door." ”

"Earlier, you mentioned that the back hand left behind, and the number one gang in the world is Kuaiyimen?" The Nine Shadows Ancestor finally opened his mouth.

Yun Hao said: "I'm scared!" The Millennium Gang must have accumulated a lot of cultivation resources, and the Grandmaster of the Creation Sect will reveal his identity when the time comes, and those disciples and grandchildren will not be able to be obediently filial. ”

Thinking that Yun Hao was a ghost talent of immortal and martial double cultivation, the first person in the Cangwu Continent, swept away the world's ghosts, and followed the supporters as many as a carp crossing the river, after Yun Hao established the Kuaiyi Gate, the gang scattered all over the country to collect cultivation resources, and became the biggest backing for Yun Hao's ascension.

Baiyun City is an important town in Yunzhou, and there must be a branch of Kuaiyimen, so Yun Hao can't wait to come.

"As far as the deity knows, there is no such sect in this Cangwu Continent now." The Nine Shadows Ancestor was noncommittal.

Yun Hao said disdainfully: "You hide in the mountains all day long, what knowledge can you have." ”

The Nine Shadows Ancestor wanted to say something, but he slid it to his mouth and swallowed it.

There is a square market on the side of the west city gate, according to the shopkeeper said that the fast door is in the square market, but there are few people walking around in the huge square, and many residents are marked with red lacquer on the door but do not know what the reason is.

I asked a few more people along the way, and learned that Kuaiyimen was close at hand, but Yun Hao also found that these people didn't have much awe for Kuaiyimen in their tones, and they seemed to have a strange look that they couldn't understand why someone was looking for Kuaiyimen.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the happy door? Yun Hao couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Although he was a little prepared, when he saw the gate of Kuaiyi Gate, Yun Hao was stunned, and the Nine Shadows Ancestor was also dumbfounded.

There is a dilapidated courtyard in the alley, even the gate is missing half of the door, only with a broken plaque to cover up barely a pair, the inscription on the door plaque has long been peeled off, mixed with the decaying wood, under a closer look to identify the word happy.

Yun Hao picked up the plaque and saw the dilapidated courtyard, the yellow weeds, the dusted courtyard walls, and the scarred roof, all of which reflected sadness and gloom.

Yun Hao stood in the courtyard with a plaque in his hand, and was speechless for a long time.

"What are you doing in my yard!" An old voice came from behind him.

Yun Hao didn't think that there was still a master in this deserted courtyard, and when he looked back, he saw that the people who came were fifty or sixty years old, and their hair and beards were white, but the cooking picks on their shoulders pressed the old man's originally tough backbone very low, and the old man slowly put down the picks and sighed heavily.

"If the little brother wants to make a fire to keep warm, you can go to the house and take away my bed, and please return the plaque in your hand to the little old man."

Yun Hao wondered: "This plaque is rotten, and you are only for shelter from the wind, is it more useful than covering it?" ”

"In the eyes of others, it is no different from rotten wood, but in the eyes of the little old man, it is heavier than everything, although it cannot be whitewashed with gold paint, but it cannot be reduced to a thing that ignites fire."

As he spoke, the old man untied the objects at both ends of the flat pole, one of which was still steaming with an iron pot, the hearth in the cabinet was not extinguished, and there were still a few vegetable leaves floating on the soup noodles without oil and water in the pot, and the old man took a spoonful and said: "The noodles are sold out, let's drink soup to warm up your body." ”

Yun Hao took a few steps forward to pick up the bowl, this time it was not because of hunger, but because this was the only filial piety that the juniors could give now.

Holding a bowl and sitting on the ground, Yun Hao, who had no taste, tasted the tasteless clear soup and tasted all the flavors of the world, "Tell me about Kuaiyimen." ”

has always called himself 'Benjun' but now it has been changed to 'me', I don't know if it is ashamed in the face of posterity, or in the face of the dilapidated sect can no longer stand up to the shelf、、、 the taste is only known to Yun Hao himself.

The old man also filled a bowl of soup and sat opposite Yun Hao, his face was full of vicissitudes, he didn't want to share the legendary story of Kuaiyimen with others, but no one cared and no one wanted to hear it, and now someone took the initiative to ask how he couldn't be excited.

"Thousands of years ago, the Cangwu Continent was ravaged by strange beasts and demons, and people were deeply affected by it and could only build a city and live in a snail's nest, but there was a peerless genius in the troubled times, he slashed the demon beast and subdued the evil dragon, leveled the mountain spirit and river monster, and returned the world to the world.

Speaking of which, the old man's original flying spirit slowly fell into loneliness.

"It is precisely because of the ascension of the Holy Lord's cultivation that the wind of cultivating immortals has arisen in the entire Cangwu Continent, and many sects have come into being, but after hundreds of years, these sects have found that no matter what kind of cultivation they have, they can only stop at the Dao King Realm, and they are half a step away from the Dao Saint, but it is like a moat, and there is no chance for the Dao God to ascend."

The old man's demeanor changed from loneliness to grief and indignation at this time.

"Since then, there have been rumors that the Holy Lord has ascended to drain the aura of heaven and earth, cutting off the path of promotion for future generations, and the fools have listened to the rumors, how fanatical they were about the Holy Lord before, and then how much resentment they had towards the Holy Lord, and then transferred this irrevocable hatred to the Holy Lord's people and the Happy Door, the clansmen were expelled, the Happy Gate was suppressed, and now few people in the world remember the Holy Lord's public virtues."

"And the little old man has become the last guardian of Kuaiyimen." The old man's words revealed deep unwillingness.

Yun Hao listened silently, "What's your name?" ”

The old man smiled: "Zhong Shouyi." ”

"Stay for the rest of your life, you live up to this name, this gentleman has written it down. Yun Hao sighed lightly.

A series of regular tapping sounds interrupted the thoughts of the people in the courtyard.

The two of them looked out, only to see one of them tapping on the half-sided wooden door with a folding fan.

Sudden visitors from the cold door are unpredictable.