The prosperity of Puhai can be seen in this peripheral railway station.

This railway station is 24 hours a day non-stop, 12 hours a day whistle is endless, for Puhai to swallow countless people and things. A large number of people come in, and the rare things go out, and what is replaced is the wealth that rolls in, which is a place favored by the dragon veins of Zhuxia.

Prosperous and rich! Luxury and dissipation!

As the capital of Yunzhou.

The outer circle of Puhai gives Wu Mourning the feeling that there are many people, and there are many martial artists.

In Yushan, the warriors are such that they are characters with heads and faces, not to say that they can be seen everywhere, but in this railway station, Wu Mourning senses the past, and the warriors are really as many as dogs, and the warriors who enter the stream walk all over the street, and he even saw a first-class warrior wearing a court uniform hurrying by.

Even if you know it's a train station.

The dense flow of people will bring about a gathering effect of warriors, but Wu Mian still couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

No wonder Zhuxia Wude is so abundant.

The whole people practice martial arts, the great unification, the civilization is crushed, the center of the world, these factors are superimposed, and the war potential of Zhuxia is enough to make this empire expand wildly, not to mention the two dynasties of the Later Song Dynasty and Zhuxia, the source of the legal system is to expand the territory, and the love for the land is engraved in the bones of the Zhuxia people.

There are just too many people.

There are so many that Wu Mourning doesn't pay much attention to the complicated and chaotic sight.

He snapped and blocked a hand that tried to touch his bag, and saw that it was a little beggar who fled in a hurry and did not chase it. The people around him also raised their vigilance and vigilance, covering their backpacks and bags so as not to be empty-handed by pickpockets.

There was no delay on Wu Mian's side.

directly took out the treasure money, beckoned an idle man waiting to be sent, and asked the local snake to take him to the rented yard of Mei Fuzi.

Wu Mourning, who came and went in a hurry, didn't notice that there were two people in the corner who were looking at him out of the corner of his eye. After Wu Mian left the train station, they skillfully walked out through another vermilion gate.

"Is that him?"

"It's wrong, he's a martial artist who senses qi and blood, don't stare too closely."

"Don't worry, the leopards are already following outside."

Just a third-rate martial artist who sensed qi and blood not long ago.

For these warriors who have seen blood with blades and often fight, they don't pay attention to it at all. If it weren't for the fact that Puhai Railway Station was a key area under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, they would have been able to directly mourn here.

Killing Wu Mourning is not a matter in their eyes.

"Do you want to bring a firearm?"

“…… Forget it, Puhai had better not use firearms, otherwise he will be in trouble if his brain is big. ”

The important thing is that if Wu Mourning brings something out of the martial arts hall, he can't let it be lost, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to the Martial Arts Alliance. Besides, if the team of people licking blood at the knife edge are not clean and neat, and they are not thorough enough, they will be thrown away sooner or later.

The rules of the rivers and lakes, the warriors fight.

Firearms are not to be used unless absolutely necessary.

Because firearms are strictly forbidden to appear in the people in the Zhuxia Temple, this thing is much more terrifying than practicing martial arts, even if a person who has not received training at all gets a gun, he can kill a first-class martial artist in favorable terrain, and the powerful people of the family are naturally reluctant to travel by themselves When they sat in an open-top car, they were opened by a bullet flying more than a thousand meters away.

Wu Mourning, who didn't know that someone was thinking about using bullets to open his brain, had already arrived at a remote courtyard called Qingfeng Xiaozhu according to the address left by Mei Fuzi.

There is a gossip mirror hanging on the door of this courtyard.

There is a pair of fierce and vicious door gods pasted on the door, but there are no common couplets.

At the door stood a Taoist priest holding a whisk, this Taoist priest looked extremely handsome and delicate, with red lips and white teeth, his face was like a crown of jade, and an ebony hairpin passed through the lotus crown to tie up the hair mixed with silver threads.

A man who is more handsome and beautiful than a woman.

Wu Mourning felt novel, and looked at the throat and chest of the Taoist priest who looked like a boy and a girl.

"The visitor is Wu Xinzhuo." The Taoist priest's expression was calm and peaceful, although it was an inquiry, but from his mouth it was a confident statement.

"It's Xinzhuo, who dares to ask the Taoist, but Mei Fuzi invited him?"

Wu Mourning, who was standing on the path at the door, asked.

"Yes, Yuheng has been waiting inside for a long time. Poor road number, Zhengyangzi. The Taoist priest swept the dust and smiled kindly.

At this time, Wu Mourning noticed that Zhengyang was carrying a sword on his back.

The whole body of the sword was as red as blood jade, causing Tai'a to tremble faintly in his hand.

"Yu Heng praised Xin Zhuo's bravery, I look at Xin Zhuo, have a star in his mind, have a bloody body, and have the life of the star king, it seems that Yu Heng failed to discern the pearl and underestimated Xin Zhuo."

This is a Taoist priest with real skills, not the kind of charlatan.

Wu Mian was also observing this Zhengyangzi Daoist.

His qi and blood physique is not strong, at best it is the level of a healthy person, but it gives Wu Mourning a sense of threat like a pinprick, as if it is a gentle flowing river, seemingly plain and harmless, but once he gets angry, it will be a flood wave that sweeps all directions!

This man is not following the path of a warrior!

"Zhengyangzi Daoist praised it falsely." Rao is Wu Mourning is cheeky, and he can't help but feel embarrassed when he is praised by this pretty Taoist priest.

He is really not familiar with this set of business blowing each other.

"Let's go into Xiaozhu, don't let Yuheng and the bald donkey wait."

Zhengyangzi glanced up at the sky, and invited Wu Mourning into the courtyard.

I don't know if it's an illusion, when Wu Mian entered the courtyard, he seemed to see Zhengyangzi glancing at the path, but there was no one there.

Seeing Wu Mourning looking at him, Zhengyangzi closed the door with a smile, a mysterious appearance that could not be said.

Well, that's how the magic stick is tricky.

No matter how good-looking this magic stick is, it is still a magic stick. It's a pity that from an aesthetic point of view, Zhengyangzi's hair has cut his appearance by a few points, and I don't know why this young Taoist has so much white hair.

Wu mourning entered Xiaozhu not long ago.

The group of warriors followed, they peeked at Xiao Zhu from a distance, and then stepped on the trail and pounced violently.

Five minutes passed, and they were on the trail.

Ten minutes passed, and they were on the trail.

Half an hour had passed, and they were still on the trail.

A trail that can see the bottom at a glance, but it can't go to the end no matter what, these killers panicked, looked at the sun in the sky and shouted "Hell". Even if they urge their own qi and blood, they will not be able to get out of this ghost-like path and break this strange and unpredictable illusion.

Whatever you do, you'll be pulled back onto the trail.

And before they knew it, the sun in the sky seemed to become bigger, and they sat on the ground like dead dogs.