Although the homeless people were surprised, they fled all the way, and they had seen some of the world, and they understood very well the truth of seeing the wind and making a small low, and immediately one of the homeless people rushed to say: "The son is extremely handsome!

After speaking, he looked at him with eager eyes, as if he wanted to dig out dozens of buns from his sleeve to fill his stomach.

Long Yingyun's face darkened, but after all, he answered the question, so he took out a piece of pastry from his sleeve and handed it to the homeless man, then turned around and left.

It's okay that he didn't give him food, but as soon as he gave it, he stabbed the hornet's nest, and many homeless people immediately poured in from all directions, all of whom shouted loudly: "The son is unparalleled in the world!"

"Childe is heroic!"

"Childe is as handsome as a fairy!"

"Childe is beautiful and kind!"

......

Don't look at these homeless people who have been starving for many days, but when they see the hope of filling their stomachs, they are not inferior to ordinary people in their desperate efforts, and this time it can really be described as a sonic shock.

A few streets away, two scholars heard a sound from the south of the city, listened carefully for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really the world is declining, and a dignified man is so fond of vanity!"

"Who's to say it isn't? ”

......

Long Yingyun didn't know that he had been secretly dissed, he just regretted it now, very regretful - why should he be so obedient, Xuanqing would do what he said?

Look at what it has become now, and "people are beautiful and kind", it is really a victim of wind criticism!

After some twists and turns, Long Yingyun successfully got out of the homeless people, at the cost of buying out the steamed bun shop on the next street.

He stared at Ling Jun with a dark face, as if he had temporarily forgotten the enmity between the two, and lowered his voice and said angrily: "What kind of temptation is this? Whoever gives the homeless people some food, whatever they want to hear, the homeless people will say, where can you ask! I think you are deliberately teasing me!"

A smile flashed in Ling Jun's eyes, she understood the reason, but she really wanted to see Long Yingyun's jokes, so she pushed him down.

"Well, the homeless people's answers are not reliable, so go and ask the rest of the city. ”

Long Yingyun: "Or should I ask?"

But in front of Lingjun, it was useless to protest, especially since Long Yingyun still had the handle in her hand - in the end, he still went to ask.

No matter how cold and arrogant Long Yingyun is, like a narcissist, he stops people and asks, "Do you think I'm handsome", which will also attract countless strange eyes, no matter how thick his face is, he can't bear it, so he can only ask a question and glare at Lingjun.

It's a pity that Lingjun's skin is much thicker than his, so he doesn't feel pain or itching, and he doesn't take it to heart at all, and he still smiles.

The so-called natural beauty is difficult to give up, Long Yingyun is so pretentious, his face is still very good, and the final statistics show that most of the aesthetics of the residents of Zhichuan City are fine, and their attitude after discovering that there are handsome men here is also extremely eager.

So back to the topic, those monks who fell to Zhichuan City did not cause a sensation, which is really not scientific.

"What do you think is the explanation for this situation?" asked Long Yingyun.

"Maybe it has something to do with the assimilation of Watagawa Castle. Lingjun shook his head and said he wasn't sure.

There was no solution to this problem for the time being, but it was almost dusk, and thinking that they would start their actions tomorrow, both of them thought that they would have to rest for a day to recuperate, so they returned to Jingfu.

Jingfu is in the north of the city, and on the way back, the two passed through several main roads in Zhichuan City, and found that there were fewer people than yesterday - sure enough, this city attaches great importance to the Midyear Festival.

As the sky gradually darkened, Lingjun inadvertently swept away, and his eyes paused at the door of a family that was burning yellow paper and lighting incense and candles at the door.

"July 15 hasn't arrived yet, why did you start burning paper?"

Ling Jun felt strange in his heart, looked at it a few more times, and found that after just such a while, it was no longer just one or two families that burned paper, but the entire street.

With solemn expressions, they threw the paper money into the brazier and waited for it to be burned, and then brought out a small offering table from the house, on which some melons and fruits were placed, and then the door was closed.

Lingjun/Long Yingyun: "......"

The two subconsciously looked at the sky—just in time, at dusk.

"How do you look at them like this...... Is it the Midyear Festival?" Ling Jun said stunned.

Long Yingyun: "...... It seems so. ”

The two of them looked at each other again, and suddenly they both remembered something.

Although the Midyear Festival is July 15, in some places, the Midyear Festival seems to be the 14th of July?

I can't blame the two of them for being lonely and unheard, one of them is a spirit clan, and the other is a monk who worshiped the immortal gate at the age of seven, and only remembers that the midyear festival is the day when the yin qi is the heaviest in a year - isn't this a mistake?

Realizing that the situation was not good, they immediately rushed towards Jingfu.

However, at this time, the sun had set, and dusk had fallen, and all the candles in the city had been extinguished, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and a cool breeze blew, rolling up the ashes of the paper money on the street, and blowing into the gloomy distance, the depths of darkness......

The two of them paused, and a vigilant cold light suddenly flashed in their eyes.

They all felt that the aura of Watagawa City had quietly changed.

Heaven and earth are in harmony, and all things are self-generated. All things have qi, and it is the art of the monk's hope of qi to observe the changes of all things in heaven and earth.

Ling Jun had used the Qi Lookout technique since she came to Zhichuan City, and at that time in her eyes, Zhichuan City was just an ordinary mortal city, but now, ...... She didn't have to look at it, she could feel that the aura in the city was completely chaotic!

Originally, with the cultivation of Lingjun and Long Yingyun, they would not be afraid of this change in aura, but the illusionary dream realm suppressed the realm of the two, and now they are only building a foundation for cultivation, and in the face of this obviously unusual situation, the two of them are naturally very vigilant.

Suddenly, the sky was completely dark, there was not a single candle flame between the heavens and the earth, as if the entire city had fallen into the abyss, and the original fresh life had been swallowed up by the ghosts in the abyss, so everything was silent, and only the sound of the wind was heard.

The wind swept through the streets of the city and flew through the pavilions, causing a creepy of ghosts.

But what is even more frightening is that after listening carefully for a while, you can find that the "ghost cry" is not only the howl of the wind, but also a large part of it...... Real ghost cry!

The gates of hell are opened, the yin and yang realms disappear, and a hundred ghosts walk at night......

Lingjun held her breath and stared, she was originally a spirit, and she was naturally extremely sensitive to the ghosts that were also spirits, and immediately sensed the appearance of one evil ghost after another after hearing the ghost cry.

These ghosts...... It's not just ordinary ghosts with some tricks, they are not weaker than the spirit ghosts carefully cultivated by the ghost monks!

With the current cultivation of the two of them, it is fine to deal with dozens of them, but once the number is hundreds, it will be very troublesome - not to mention that Ling Jun also sensed that there are still spirit ghosts that are not weaker than Jindan monks in secret!

With such a vigorous living person as Long Yingyun, they are the target of Minghuang......