What kind of character is Chenzi, he doesn't know everything about what Wu Wei has experienced with his heavenly means, but he also knows a thing or two.

On the second day, Chenzi left in a hurry, leaving Lin Chen and Wu Wei alone in this remote town, and the two of them strolled through the only street market in this town.

"Brother Lin Chen, does this still belong to the realm of Lei Ze in the Southern Regions?" Wu Wei looked at the pedestrians coming and going around him, most of them were dressed in strange costumes, and their faces were fierce, and he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Naturally, the southern region is sparsely populated, the land is barren, the environment is harsh, and the folk customs are even more fierce, and it is called the land of the southern barbarians by the people of the northern region. Lin Chen turned his head and said.

Wu Wei saw that there were some merchants and monks dressed similarly to himself among the pedestrians, and he couldn't help asking, "Then why are there so many people from the Northern Regions here?"

"This has to start with the battle of the Terran Guardian back then, and this land of Razor was one of the ancient battlefields of the original Shemale War. After the end of the war, the few surviving human monks did not all return to the Northern Regions, they chose to settle down here, and slowly multiplied, and only then did they gradually have a small town similar to this mixed north and south. ”

"It's a bad place to live, so why would they choose to stay here?"

"Probably some monks are tired of the endless battles between the clans in the Northern Regions!" Lin Chen was silent for a while, then said, "Of course, it can't be ruled out that they have other purposes..."

Wu Wei suddenly remembered the few human monks he had encountered on the ancient battlefield in the wasteland, and quickly thought that judging from their clan costumes, they were also from the Northern Regions, and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the Xuanhuang Sect in the Southern Regions is also the group of people who stayed in the beginning?"

"Yes! It is rumored that after the great war, the supreme ruler of the Terran left a force of the Terran to clear the remnants of the demon clan here. However, with the passage of time, this Terran force took root and grew in the Southern Regions, claiming to be the Xuanhuang Clan, and finally dominating one side, and hundreds of years passed, and slowly developed into a giant existence that could compete with the three holy lands of the Northern Regions. ”

Only then did Wu Wei remember that the few monks he had met by chance outside the Razor Wasteland before, the man in yellow was scared away by him, and the old man with a hooked nose was killed by him, as well as the woman who almost killed him, all of them were arrogant and domineering existences.

"This time, Master Venerable and I did not hesitate to cross the void and step across the 'Divine Bridge' to the Southern Regions, firstly to find you, and secondly, to find this always low-key and mysterious Xuanhuang Sect. Lin Chen didn't hide anything from Wu Wei.

When Wu Wei heard the word 'Divine Bridge', he couldn't help but think of what the old man had said before about the impassable huge trench between the northern and southern regions, which ordinary monks could not cross, and only powerful monks could use special magical means to get through, and there was really such a gap in the heart path.

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The two of them talked a little more about the customs and secrets of Razor in the Southern Regions. Before they knew it, they had come to the end of the market.

I saw that not far away stood a gatehouse like a stone fang, and below the gatehouse stood a stone tablet more than one zhang high, on which three dragons and phoenixes danced were engraved;

Lin Chen stopped in front of the stele for a moment, and after a little silence, he turned his eyes to the suburbs in front of him, only to see two ancient post roads in front of him, one leading to the wasteland in the northeast, and the other leading to a river source in the northwest.

At the fork of these two ancient roads, there is a restaurant station, the layout of the post station is extremely simple: a thatched hut, five old chairs and stools full of greasy, passers-by in twos and threes, it has become the only foothold on the outskirts of Shimen Town.

Most of the people living in this remote town are locals, and the people who pass by this inn are none other than people who are about to leave the town and those who have returned from the road to the wilderness. As for the ancient post road leading to the source of the river, it seems that few people have set foot on it, and the middle of the road is overgrown with bleak wild grass.

I saw that the three people sitting at a table at the restaurant post station were extremely conspicuous, and judging from the yellow Taoist robes they were wearing, they were the disciples of the Xuanhuang Sect, who were drinking with each other and talking about something eagerly.

Lin Chen and Wu Wei strode into this restaurant, sat down at one of the tables and chairs, he first glanced at the three people at the next table, and then turned his head to the thatched hut and called: "Restaurant, make a pot of sake..."

When the three members of the Xuanhuang Sect saw two faces appear here, they all cast a glance at each other, looked up and down for a while, and then talked to each other and drank happily.

"Come on!" Soon an old man with an old dragon bell slowly walked out of the hut, he put the wine jug on the table, and without even looking at Lin Chen and the two, he walked straight back to the hut.

Lin Chenwu poured himself a glass of sake, and suddenly whispered to Wu Wei: "This old man is not simple. ”

Wu Wei suddenly opened his mouth, and for a while, he said: "That restaurant is full of grease and dirty, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a cultivator, how is it not simple?"

"Let no man be a disfigurer. Lin Chen took a drink from the wine glass, and said with an indifferent smile: "Do you remember what I told you about 'flowers are not flowers, things are not things'?"

"Of course I remember!" Wu Wei thought for a while: "Flowers are not flowers, butterflies are not butterflies, cultivation is to cultivate to be able to truly see the world with your heart." ”

"Not bad!" Lin Chen smiled with satisfaction, and just as he was about to continue to say something, his mind was quickly interrupted by the loud noise of the three Xuanhuang Sect members at the table next to him.

"Noise..."Lin Chendun's jade-like face suddenly showed displeasure, and he deliberately picked up the wine glass and put it down heavily on the table.

The three people next door were also unhappy when they heard the movement here, and one of them, a middle-aged man with a beard on his face, suddenly stood up and walked straight over.