"Zhou Li, don't force me to kneel down and beg you to change to a normal horse."

At the gate of the city, Master Hong pressed Zhou Li's shoulders stiffly, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know this..." Horse··· Zombies··· Western··· I don't know how to describe how much commotion the lady would have caused when she entered the city? ”

"How?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "You are also Hermes?" ”

"Can you say something I can understand?"

Hong Fuzi patted Zhou Li's back vigorously and whispered, "This one of yours..."

"Just call her Her Excellency Joan of Arc."

Zhou Li added: "Before she died, she was also a famous saint in the West. ”

"Oh, Lord Joan of Arc."

Hong Fuzi nodded and said in a low voice: "Are you serious about the condition of His Excellency Joan of Arc?" Stiff, this is this, if she appears near Shangjing on weekdays, she will be closed to the city, are you serious? ”

"Don't ask me."

Zhou Li scratched his head, "The old pedant has to let her come, and I don't know why." ”

At first, Zhou Li didn't plan to let Joan of Arc follow him to Beijing, after all, Joan of Arc's death Qi is extremely strong, and she has become infinitely close to the zombie king by Ying Kite's side for many years. Although she and Ying Kite have been staying together for decades and their strength is not too strong, the death qi on her body is thick enough to transform zombies, so her appearance is bound to attract the attention of other garrisons or Jinyi guards in the city, thus destroying the plans of Zhou Li and others.

But for some reason, in the face of this situation, the old scholar insisted on letting Joan of Arc incarnate as Ma Niang to pull the cart for Zhou Li and others, and Joan of Arc was also happy to do so. Zhou Li still had some ideas at first, but the old pedant always had his considerations in doing things, so Zhou Li chose to trust.

The main thing is that the Western zombie female knight horse racing lady pulls the car, which is really stylish.

"Ah, I know that."

At this time, Joan of Arc, who didn't plan to eavesdrop at all, but listened openly, stood beside Zhou Li, and his extremely oppressive height made Hong Fuzi's face pale. Just when Master Hong pondered whether he could fit Joan of Arc between his teeth, Joan of Arc hung the reins around his waist and twisted them gently.

"Look."

The dead qi disappeared in an instant, and in its place, the ears were brighter, and the tail (true) became supple and silky. At this moment, even if it was covered by the silver knight's armor, Joan of Arc's smart and active aura also spread, like a lovely horse lady.

Except that she is two meters tall and wears heavy armor.

"The old pedant told me that as long as I urged this magic weapon, I could become a dead horse corpse, and others would see me as immortal."

Joan of Arc vividly taught Master Hong a lesson in her Chinese.

"She should mean to be able to change from a zombie to a horse spirit."

Zhou Li explained: "Joan of Arc is our friend, and the old scholar is also relieved of her and can be trusted. ”

"The old pedant must have a reason for doing this."

As a loyal fan of the old pedant, Hong Fuzi directly dispelled his doubts, but he still did not give up convincing Zhou Li, "But I beg you, don't let the little girl pull the car, it's embarrassing." ”

"Little girl?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, took a step back, and stood next to Joan of Arc. He is more than 1.8 meters tall, and he is like a little chicken next to Joan of Arc, who is more than two meters tall, and with her heavy armor, he is a goblin among chicken boys.

"The main thing is that rickshaw carriages may be more common in your Beiliang, but in Shangjing, they are still relatively scarce, and my personal suggestion is not to engage in this feudal remnant of slavery, which is not very good."

Hong Fuzi said: "If you don't have a horse, I'll give you the whole horse." ”

"Your horse will soon die."

Zhou Li scolded angrily, and then he thought about it, indeed, it is indeed not friendly to let the dignified virgin de la carriage into the city, and it will cause international disputes. Although he didn't know if the saint who was burned to death by France could count the countrymen, he still chose to bring a horse and enter the city in a normal way.

Shangjing and Beiliang are similar in many places, after all, they are the thirteen cities of the North Ring Road, and they are also close, the architectural style is very similar, elegant and solemn, and they are lined up one after another. Of course, there are differences, such as...

"Qinglou."

Looking at the gorgeous carved tower pointed by Yun Baibai, whose little face was full of curiosity, Rao is a rough man like Hong Fuzi is inevitably a little ashamed.

"Huh?"

Yun Baibai was stunned for a moment, and his white jade-like cheeks were suddenly dyed with a layer of blush. She leaned close to Zhou Li, trying to get away from the ornate and rich building outside the carriage.

That's right, that's what Shangjing is all about.

Countless green buildings.

"This isn't just the Qinglou, either."

Master Cen squatted in the corner, trying to speak for Shangjing: "Actually, most of the Qinglou in Shangjing are the main bathhouses, not the kind you think. ”

The so-called bathhouse means public bath. In fact, there was already a prototype of public baths in the Song Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty carried it forward with Suzhou as a representative. In addition, the Lingqi of this world can adjust the water temperature to the desired temperature, and the bathhouse that is more suitable for the Daming baby to take a bath has also flourished.

"Can you go up to the fourth floor?"

"That's not going to work."

Master Cen shook his head and said solemnly: "The young man is full of energy, and it is very easy to fall for thousands of miles, so he must not hurt the yang and lose the yin, and indulge in the fourth floor of the bathhouse." ”

We also have our own bathing center culture.

"Actually, there was a bathhouse in Beijing before."

In the Shangjing dialect, the green building is not very elegant, so it is generally called the bathhouse. Hong Fuzi sighed and said with some pity: "That bathhouse is called Hongwei Building, whether it is the scale of the building or the style of the treasure, you can see it just by the name." It's a pity that the magnificent building was attacked by a demon, and most of the buildings were destroyed, and now they have not been repaired, but it's a pity. ”

"Why are you hard Zhou Li?"

Tang Guan, who was leaning on Zhou Li trying to relieve motion sickness, frowned, pinched Zhou Li's shoulder, and added, "I said you are hard." ”

"It's fine."

Zhou Li coughed, hiding his momentary gaffe, "I think of something happy." ”

Throwing Tang Guan back into Zhu Qianyun's arms, Zhou Li looked at the backward scenery outside the window, and said with emotion: "Shangjing is rich and well-deserved." ”

"It's a pity."

Sighing, Master Cen said regretfully: "Shangjing was originally just a small city on the side, but it was the Baihong Bai County Order that changed its course and led the soil to build roads, which made Shangjing have a good development." It's a pity that Bai Xianling didn't know who he offended, and he was transferred to Dali Temple in the capital, and there was no news until now. ”

Zhou Li scratched his head and chose not to talk.

"Recently, strange things have come to Beijing one after another."

Hong Fuzi touched his chin and said a little strangely: "A few days ago, I didn't know what was going on in Eagle Mountain, there was one more secret realm, everyone said that there was a green building in the secret realm, and the students of Taixue couldn't stop it when they went to climb the mountain every day, but I went a few days ago, and there was nothing, which was strange." ”

"yes, that's weird."

Zhuge Qing glanced at Zhou Li, and his beautiful eyes were full of urgency. (End of chapter)