Pillow Ge City is impregnable, easy to defend and difficult to attack, located on the bank of the black water outside the ancient land, and is the first stronghold of human beings to resist the invasion of demon beasts.

The city is built on the mountain, and there are only two city gates and towers in the east and west.

Outside the east city, the snow-capped peaks are thousands of rocks, it is the famous Zhuyu Mountain, the top of the mountain sets up a peerless killing array, guarding the core force of the Panyuan League, the green feather view! The towering mountain range is towering into the clouds, and the dark and cramped canyon in the gap is the only passage to the Xingyuan.

The lonely cliff outside the west city hangs, and the black oil drains under it, the black waves roll and roll away, the black ice intertwined with the wolf's teeth lasts for a long time on the riverside, and a branch of the long black water appropriately acts as the pillow moat.

There are occasional sporadic monster scratches on the ancient city wall that is more than dozens of feet high, but the color is always new. Lu Wushen has lived in the wilderness for hundreds of years, and it seems that he has never indulged demon beasts to attack the people. It's a pity that the monks in the city don't appreciate it, and they are still complacent about the daily Slayer of demons.

At noon, the scorching sun was exposed, the dead cicadas hid in the shade of the trees and shouted for the hot sun, and the trees drooped their heads and slowly waved their flags to cheer.

Yan Ci appeared in the far northwest, stepping through the grassland where the wild grass grew wildly outside the forest, and stepped onto a tattered pontoon bridge.

The people who come and go here are all high and high monks, and the pontoon bridge is useless and has long been abandoned. The messy planks have become decaying over time.

Yan Ci stepped into the void, occasionally tiptoe the bridge rope and flew straight to the city gate.

The guards guarding the city were all monks in the fusion period, and when they saw someone crossing the bridge and craned their necks to watch, they couldn't help but spit on the ground when they saw that the person who came was just a ragged hairy boy.

Yan Ci turned a blind eye and wanted to enter the city with a single step. A handsome young man with a longbow on his back couldn't get used to his appearance, and shouted, "Where did you come from?"

Yan Ci scratched his head and said stupidly: "From outside the city, go to the city." ”

The words made the guards laugh, and a freckled young man said: "Little devil doesn't know anything, if you want to enter the city, you have to leave some gifts." ”

"Gifts?" Yan Ci said blankly, "There is nothing long in the lower body, but the dirt is full of dirt, and you want to fight the autumn breeze but you are looking for the wrong person." ”

Just as a breeze blew, the heavy sweat stains suddenly overflowed.

The freckled young man covered his nose and said: "The monks in the hall fusion period are mixed into this decay, and Lao Tzu will obey you without supporting the wall." Then he drove away: "Go, go, don't show up here." ”

Yan Ci couldn't ask for it, and went into the city with a smile.

The guards are listless, this is finally the errand of defending the city, and it is just the opportunity to find some benefits, who knows that several groups of monks have not even found a single hair in the past few months after entering the mountain, and the demon beast seems to have disappeared out of thin air, which is really strange!

As soon as you enter the city, a mighty and domineering glazed archway stands majestically, the book "high mountain Yangzhi" four words, the beauty of its pattern, the exquisite craftsmanship, make people breathtaking.

In the city, there are eight streets and nine mo, green trees and flowers can be seen everywhere, the houses with red walls and blue tiles are lined up one after another, and the pavilions with flying eaves and corners are connected one after another.

Wandering on the wide street, there are many shops in the eye, wooden plaques and flags are densely packed, tea houses, wine shops, pharmacies, grocery stores, refining rooms are all available, and the shops are crowded with me, and it is very lively.

There are pedestrians on the street, those who are busy and busy, those who bargain, and those who stop to watch.

The things sold on the stalls, regardless of the mortal and spiritual things, are all spread out, the bones, sharp horns, and furs of the demon beasts are mixed with spiritual grass, magic weapons, talismans, and Taoist books, and ornaments, rouge, calligraphy and paintings, toys, and consumables are dazzling, and there are even hawkers shouting: "Sell roast chicken, yellow and fragrant roast chicken." ”

The currencies of buying and selling transactions are not real money, but emerald and dull crystals. Yan Ci squeezed into the crowd and listened for a long time, only to know that this crystal was called Qingling Stone.

Qingling insects are lazy by nature, and they do not take care of the eggs, so there are a lot of dead eggs, and the dead eggs can be transformed into Qingling stones after several years.

Most of the eggs and insects survived, but they did not have the opportunity to become adults, and after death, they were enriched by spiritual energy and turned into clear spirit jade. Less than one in a hundred adults exhausts their lives, and after a hundred years, they will transform into the best Qingling jade, which is priceless.

The exchange ratio between the three is one to one hundred, but the best Qingling jade is rare in the world, and very few people are willing to sell it.

In today's world, cultivation has become the norm, and almost all Qingling jade has been taken into the bag by various sects. Although the aura contained in the Qingling Stone is thin, it is regarded as an arch by the world's scattered cultivation, after all, the pure absorption of heaven and earth spiritual energy cultivation is not the same as it.

Since ancient times, everyone in the cultivation world has adhered to an iron law: in all matters, cultivators are only outsiders, even if the dynasty changes and the military revolution is full, they must be left to their own devices.

After all, rulers, whether they benefit the people with compassion or are cruel and unkind, always follow the supreme way of heaven from decline to prosperity or prosperity to prosperity.

On the surface, this law is intended to prevent cultivators from harassing the common people, but it also reflects the selfishness of cultivators, which is intended to prevent ordinary people from following the trend of practice and wasting resources.

Today, the truth is exposed in front of people, but the know-how of cultivating the truth has been passed on by word of mouth, and it has been changed beyond recognition. Many dignitaries wanted to have a lot of money, but they couldn't do it, so they picked up a no-man's land to sinter minerals into a pill, which was called "elixir".

The cultivation realm is naturally not ashamed of this, but there is no reason in the world that only allows oneself to set fires and does not allow others to light lamps, so at most, it is to occupy a famous mountain, and to spread alchemy in the mortal world is a kind of nonsense to restrain it slightly.

Looking at the world, Pillow Gecheng is an exception. The streets were full of people, and the monks and ordinary people in the period of rotation and even integration lived in harmony with each other, and they were at peace with each other.

I think it's because this place is far away from the red dust and purple mo, and ordinary people have been in the city all their lives, and even some contradictory nonsense can't be spread.

The hustle and bustle of people is all profit-making and profit-seeking, and every time they trade, the Qingling stones consumed are often thousands, and passers-by are all stammering.

The patrol guard with a green feather on his waist stepped forward and demanded high taxes on the street, and the two sides of the transaction were in pain, but they dared not speak out.

Yan Ci leisurely wandered around the street, looking east and west, gathering here and listening to gossip. Walk around and turn into a quaint inn.

There are many diners in the vestibule, and the guys are also busy.

Sensing that there was a figure shaking at the door, the guy glanced at it in a hurry, and then trotted over and said, "Objectively, but you live in a hotel?"

This guy's eyes are not bad, don't look at Yan Ci's tattered clothes, but that aura that is different from ordinary people is all prominent, this is a cultivator.

Yan Ci grinned and said, "Exactly, please prepare a guest room for the troublesome little brother." ”

The guy said happily: "There is a vacant room on the third floor, and the guest officer can pick up no one to stay, but do you want some food?"

Yan Ci hesitated for a moment, and said, "There is a roast chicken seller on the street corner, and Brother Lao runs an errand and brings one over." With that, he took out a piece of Qing Lingyu and quietly stuffed it into the man's hand.

The man was so surprised, he swore that this was definitely the biggest customer he had ever met in his life, and he had never been so valued since he started to spend time in the running hall!

He was so excited that he almost wanted to go up and hug the young man's thigh and cry heartily.

Yan Ci looked at this guy's sad and happy expression, scratched his head and said, "Eh, isn't it enough?"

The guy woke up suddenly and hurriedly said, "Enough...... Enough...... That's enough. ”

He pinched his face, and said in a panic: "Wait for a while, the little one will come." He turned and ran to the corner, not even bothering to pick up his shoes when they had been lost.

Someone among the diners noticed the words and deeds of the two, and said dumbfounded: "I'm not blind, this little flower actually gave the guy a clear spirit jade!" The listener was shocked, and hurriedly turned his head to see that the little flower had disappeared.

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The interior was beautifully decorated, quiet and comfortable, and the man nodded and closed the door and left.

Yan Ci shrunk cross-legged in the Taishi chair, nibbling on a mouthful of roast chicken and taking a sip of wine, drinking a sip of wine and tasting a mouthful of roast chicken, occasionally praising it, it was simply extremely suffocating.

Xiao Mengjiu flapped his wings and flew in the room, looking around, and saw that the quilts and mattresses were all sewn from the skins of spirit beasts, and the materials used for the rest of the things were extremely rare, so he couldn't help sneering: "People say that they would rather be poor than rich, but in their bones, they blindly harm the common people, and only want to enjoy themselves." ”

Yan Ci wiped the grease stains on the corners of his mouth and muttered: "Compared with all living beings, human desires are far greater than instincts, dignity, justice, vanity, greed and self-interest are all driving killing. Poverty is recognized, and not wanting to be rich is just a fig leaf, so why be serious?"

Xiao Mengjiu said hatefully: "If you don't have the skin, Mao will be attached, and one day the cultivation resources will be exhausted, how can the human race steal a high position?"

Yan Ci said: "Born in nature, died in nature, anyway, they are all destinations." ”

As he was talking, there was a commotion downstairs, Yan Ci got up and pushed open the window lattice to take a look, and said in surprise: "Hey, the people of the Great Wilderness Ruins were somehow tied up and paraded through the streets." ”

The crowd downstairs was furious, and Yan Ci followed the flow of people to inquire about the reason.

Xiao Mengjiu turned into an inch long person, and the cat was thunderous when he heard it on Yan Ci's cuffs, if it weren't for Yan Ci desperately covering it, the elf would have jumped out to kill people a long time ago.

The criminal's name is Zhang Yongming, who is the evil boy who followed Ji Chong on the bank of the Heishui River in the past, and he has been imprisoned at this time, and he is tied to the pillar of the "High Mountain Yangzhi" archway with a spirit rope.

According to people, this thief has lived in the city of Pillow for more than a year, and soon after the thief entered the city, there was a strange missing mystery in the city.

In a short period of time, more than 20 young mortals and cultivators have disappeared mysteriously, and the hateful local government is mediocre and incompetent, and there is no trace of it after a long period of visits and inspections.

After hearing the news, the Cui Yu Guan Guan was furious and ordered Guan Zhonghua Infant Elder Duan Bu to solve the case within a time limit.

The sky is pitiful, and it is only now that the truth has been revealed, and the unjust soul has been revealed.

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it, and the criminals randomly hunt and kill the people, chop the flesh of the dead and remove the bones, and the flesh of the legs and strands are divided and eaten by thieves and spiritual pets, and the eyeballs are snatched to make spiritual wine, and the bones and internal organs are either burned or buried. The minced meat of the cultivator's Dharma body was also sold on the streets, and it was called "spirit ostrich meat".

Such trampling on human life is done to the extreme, and everyone in the world is terrified of it, and all of them are scattered for it, and they all hate being able to eat their flesh and drink their blood raw, and they all hate the corruption of local officials, eating and waiting for death.

The viewer's halberd pointed angrily, and he wanted to cut people with a thousand knives.

Elder Cuiyu Guan Duan Bua has been promoted to the city lord of Pillow Ge City because of his meritorious work in solving the case, and he will tell the world that people have committed serious crimes, and said: "The crime of lawbreakers cannot be punished, and the punishment of this Guan Guan for betraying his ghost dove will be executed immediately." ”

Zhang Yong knew that he was innocent of death, but he still insisted on himself: "Wait to kill me! ”

Duan Bu'a stepped forward and crackled his ears and scolded: "Even if it is Fu Liuyun, the old man will do it." "Leaning down and grabbing a handful of rotten vegetable leaves on the street and plugging his mouth is called execution.

The executioner was waiting with a strange bird on his shoulder, the bird was black and ugly, but the pair of white miserable eyes were very terrifying.

The ghost dove likes to suck human souls the most, and plays with and tortures them for 7749 days with the real fire in their eyes.

The terrifying thing is that the ghost of the person does not go away, the pain does not disappear, and the flames and poisonous fires that burn day and night are enough to make Da Luo Jinxian regret this experience in the world.

Zhang Yongmiao's eyes were full of fear, and the executioner took out a yellow pill, stuffed it into his abdomen with rotten vegetable leaves, and explained: "A soul-fixing pill can ensure that the pain is multiplied and the soul is still awake, and you can take a closer look at your body later." ”

Seeing that Zhang Yong was frightened, the executioner smiled and said, "If you can't help it, you will shout loudly, and you won't stop anyway." With that, he tore through his clothes, grabbed the cold-glittering horn knife on his feet, and moved his hand.