For monks, day and night actually don't have too direct meaning, after all, they can use spiritual and immortal senses to perceive the surrounding environment.

But accustomed to seeing with their eyes, the monks still had a strong dependence on sight.

When the night comes, the market is lit up with magic vessels that illuminate everywhere.

These lights naturally follow the figure of people, and there will inevitably be darkness and shadows.

Come to Fengge, a more 'elegant' place, and it is also a favorite pastime for many monks, and not only casual cultivation, some monks from the Mixed Immortal Sect will occasionally come to this kind of place to 'seek pleasure'.

Many monks are delicate and delicate, but there are also many monks who are carefree and uninhibited, and their understanding of the path is different, and the precepts they uphold will be different.

At night, the Fengge Pavilion is obviously more lively, the lights are bright, the guests come and go, and the fairy music is whirling and endless.

Wang Sheng gently shook the folding fan, and calmly entered the Feng Pavilion again.

At this time, his face changed slightly, and his aura was also adjusted, because it was in the territory of Fengli Gate, Wang Sheng did not use the mental method that Lan Huilin taught him at the beginning, but used the 'secret method' passed down by Heavenly Court, and the effect was also good.

At this time, in the eyes of outsiders, he is a flour 'powder' fairy, and the cultivation he shows is in the middle of the Flying Wonderland.

The monks are in a land of ups and downs, and there must not be people shouting as soon as they enter the door, 'Look at the face, a few girls are coming'.

Wang Sheng followed two middle-aged monks dressed as scribes into the gate of the Feng Pavilion, and immediately two female nuns wearing plain long skirts stepped forward, greeting two 'regular guests', and a girl dressed in the same dress stepped forward and saluted Wang Shengyingying.

"This Immortal Chief, this is the first time you have come to our Feng Pavilion?"

"The second time," Wang Sheng replied calmly, but there was no flaw.

The delicate-faced female cultivator made a gesture of invitation, and asked Wang Sheng softly if he needed a private room, and euphemistically said that the private room needed ten immortal stones to enter.

By fairy stones, she refers to medium-quality fairy stones that are one inch wide, high, and three inches long, and because they are the most produced and widely circulated, they are also regarded as hard currency.

There is actually no fixed ratio between the exchange of various quality fairy stones.

Wang Daochang calmly took a piece of immortal stone wrapped in a little immortal mist, and wrapped it with immortal power and pushed it in front of the female cultivator;

This is a high-grade non-attribute immortal stone with a high purity, and its value far exceeds the 'ten immortal stones' in her mouth.

Generally speaking, this kind of immortal stone is a bit wasteful for cultivation on weekdays, mainly for arranging formations and alchemy refining tools, rather than judging the value of the total reserves of vitality.

The female cultivator led Wang Sheng to a wooden boat, and the wooden boat slowly fell, leading Wang Sheng straight through several formations.

The sound of fairy music accompanied by the sound of human voices greeted him, and Wang Sheng looked down to see a spacious hall, in which the fairy mist was shrouded everywhere, the beams and pillars were carved, and the curtain and powder tent were hung.

There were many sparsely distributed tables and chairs in this hall, in which many figures drank and had merry, and beautiful nuns dressed in cool clothes walked around, either dancing or throwing hugs, or chatting with monks in secluded places, or doing unsightly things in some places isolated by formations.

Wang Sheng was going to the 'private room', that is, a high-consumption place, and the wooden boat did not fall directly into the hall, but hovered halfway.

The nun led Wang Sheng to a corridor hanging in mid-air, the ground was fluttering with white mist, but the stone walls were directly excavated on the left and right, which were not much decorated, but gave people a full 'fairy flavor'.

Turning left and right, Wang Sheng was led to a chic private room and sat on a stone chair to rest.

The female cultivator poured tea for Wang Sheng and said softly: "Immortal Chief, how many people do you need to toast you, and how many people do you need to serve music?"

Wang Sheng casually placed four high-grade immortal stones on the stone table, and said calmly: "Come here." ”

"Immortal Chief, you really ......"

The nun covered her mouth and chuckled, "The fairies in our pavilion, there are those who are wise and those who are enchanting, all of them are charming and amorous, but they are all different.

This ring is fat and thin, and the willow waist is red, you always have to give me a general charter, so that I can introduce you. ”

"Then find a few more elegant," Wang Shengdao, "don't be too enchanting." ”

"Yes," the nun bowed, then put away the fairy stone and floated away.

Wang Sheng got up, his eyes swept everywhere, and the jade plate in his sleeve was wrapped in immortal power, and he did not move.

Soon, Wang Sheng paced out of the room, gently shaking the folding fan and looking around, occasionally encountering a few female monks, most of them bowing their heads, and some of them looking up.

I don't know when, the jade plate on Wang Sheng's cuffs fell in an inconspicuous corner.

He did not bow his head to pick it up, but followed a piece of music to a place outside the courtyard, saw several immortals drinking and having fun here, and quietly left and went back to his 'room'.

Succeed with flying colors!

I didn't do too much on purpose, and I don't need to do much.

The jade plate will not be discovered now, and the immortal power wrapped in the jade card will only dissipate after half a month......

After waiting for a while, the nuns who received him came with four nuns.

Although these four female cultivators were all delicate and lovely, Wang Sheng didn't do anything out of the ordinary, just let them play the piano and dance, and let one of them pour wine for himself, and drink it slowly.

It's a rare pastime.

When he was slightly drunk, he sighed slightly, got up and walked to the door, waved his hand at the four female cultivators, and left the place directly......

They also seemed to have seen a lot of 'frustrated' people like Wang Sheng, and they didn't make a fuss, and after bowing to Wang Sheng, they notified the local steward with a transmission note.

The nun who had received Wang Sheng reappeared, led Wang Sheng to the wooden boat, and returned the same way.

When they arrived outside the door of the Lai Feng Pavilion, the female cultivator suddenly asked softly: "Immortal Chief, do you have a place to live here?" If you are just passing by this place, why don't you rest in the pavilion, I will arrange a secluded place for you. ”

"Thank you," Wang Sheng arched his hand, stretched out the folding fan, and said in his heart that this Feng Pavilion is really good at doing business, and bowed his hand to the female cultivator who received him, and turned to leave.

Most of the female cultivators who served in it were only from the Yuan Infant Realm to the Tribulation Realm;

And these female cultivators who received guests and wore plain long skirts, but their cultivation was in the Flying Fairyland.

I can't say, these may still be disciples of Fengli Sect.

That night, Wang Sheng left this small city and went to another town of similar size not far away, rented a small courtyard, and landed to practice.

After waiting for half a month, the rumors about 'the young master of Tianfeng Gate coming to Fengge for a night of romance' continued to ferment in the mouth of Sanxiu.

When Wang Sheng heard the monk's discussion, it was basically like this:

Li Tianyao, the young master of Tianfeng Gate, chartered the venue to come to Fengge, and even said that he would ask the cold fairy of Fengli Gate to accompany him next time. ’

On this day, the young master of Fengmen fell in love with a fairy in the Feng Pavilion, and he was jealous and jealous, and he accidentally dropped his jade pendant, revealing his identity. ’

"Either Fenglimen has the means, and the positive strength can't fight, so he will give full play to his sect expertise, and use the charming fairy to trap the heart of the young master of Tianfengmen, tsk......

These are all words that can still be listened to, and some unbearable words are automatically filtered by Wang Sheng.

For another three days, instead of passing away like a gust of wind, the rumor spread more widely and there were more versions.

Wang Sheng, the initiator, did not act again, and the jade plate he prepared was also crushed by him, leaving no evidence.

If it's too late, it's time to stop.

His fire, with its tricky angles and surprises, was also inspired by the phenomenon of some 'national events without heat and celebrity scandals dominating the list for several days' when he was on Earth.

No one would have thought that someone would make a fuss about this kind of thing, but the young master of Tianfeng Gate is the face of their Tianfeng Gate, his status is noble, and he is also related to the Beihe Sword Sect.

The scolding battle between Tianfengmen and Fenglimen escalated rapidly, and Tianfengmen scolded Fenglimen for being shameless and slandered the name of their young master Li Tianyao;

Feng Limen naturally wanted to scold back, and he was constantly sneering at the fact that the young master of Tianfeng Gate was sneaking around his house to come to Feng Pavilion like this.

In the next two days, two small groups of monks from Tianfengmen and Fenglimen encountered outside Fengmoxing, and there was a female cultivator from Fenglimen who was also unforgiving and took the initiative to stir up trouble:

"If the young master of Tianfeng Gate is really itchy and wants to go to Fengge for a private meeting, we can also turn a blind eye and treat him as if we can't see him. ”

That day, the true immortal of the Fengmen team leader suddenly became angry, and the two sides immediately fought.

This battle broke out.

The two sides kept shouting for reinforcements, and the immortal soldiers quickly suffered casualties, and by the time the people in charge of both sides reacted, it had become a chaotic battle of hundreds of people.

And when the flames of war began to spread wildly across the Thirteen Stars, it didn't matter whether the jade plaque that had sparked all the rumors was left behind by the Lord of the Heavenly Wind Shaomen......

Seeing that they were fighting, Wang Daochang calmly began the retreat.

He planned to wait for the war to stop for a while, so he would go to buy a small courtyard for himself, settle down in the city, and wait for his sword spirit to send a letter and return;

By the way, use this Wind Strange Star as the first stop when you come out of the Earth Cultivation Realm.

Wang Sheng also began to think about another major matter - whether to establish a force in advance as a response.

After thinking about it, Wang Sheng felt that he should not make many moves before becoming a true immortal, and when he entered the true immortal realm and had the strength to gain a foothold, he would start to think about an intelligence organization.

This time, the calculation of 'coming to Fengge to leave a jade card' can also be regarded as a small test.

Monks are focused on their own practice, and there are many advantages that can be exploited in the world of earth cultivation, such as the use of the concept of 'information'.

Before retreating to comprehend the realm of true spirit immortality, Wang Sheng found a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wrote a few big characters on a piece of paper:

'Catch the Wind'

He knew what it meant.

......

'In the sixth year of my brother's departure, winter and November.

Look at the heart of the galaxy from afar. ’

Sighing softly, Mu Wanxuan put down the brush in her hand and looked at the scenery in the fairy realm slightly.

At this time, she lived at the edge of the laurel canopy, the closest to the Heavenly Gate, and if the news of her junior brother came again, she would be the first to know.

Blood Mine, Tianfeng Gate, White Bone Demon, Nameless Sword Immortal......

As soon as Mu Wanxuan thought of the somewhat chaotic news that came from them, she couldn't help but want to fly to her junior brother to see what hardships he had experienced over the years.

In the past, when I was on the earth, my junior and junior disciples were all protected by themselves, and they didn't suffer at all......

Well, that's probably the case.

Sighing, the senior sister left the window and walked to the jade couch, about to continue to comprehend the Yin Yang Dao, she had just taken a step, and suddenly heard a roar, as if something had hit the outer shell of the Moon Palace, and the force was very huge.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, and immediately had some doubts in her heart, before she could fly out of this immortal hall, there was a sudden fluctuation of vitality at the entrance of the Little Immortal Realm, and the entrance and exit of the Little Immortal Realm were actually opened.

"Senior brother!"

She was suddenly full of joy, rushed out of the fairy hall barefoot, dragged the three thousand green silks that were scattered at random, and walked towards the fairy gate.

But her surprise quickly turned into astonishment, the gate of the fairy world was closed, and there was no figure of the junior brother, but the familiar fairy sword broke through the air......

Sword Returns......

Why not?