After flying into the city, a man and a woman walked in the distance with similar smiles on their faces.

The nun is in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, wearing a lake blue gauze skirt, the veil on her arms, legs and waist is very thin and transparent, the corners of her lips are slightly upturned, accompanied by the breeze, beautiful like the person in the painting.

The male cultivator on the other side is in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, wearing a white background and a red striped wide road robe, the placket is messy and open, and he is extremely noble, and his every move is full of leisure and laziness.

At a glance, she knew that this was a legendary wine shop and dance shop robbing customers! I wanted to take out the spirit stone from her storage ring, unless the materials on both of you can be used to refine swords, there is no door! She disappeared as she turned into dust, and before the two of them could get closer, the person had already disappeared over the city.

A man and a woman looked at each other for a moment, and even if they were reluctant to say hello, they couldn't help but whisper.

"What's wrong with you, you're very happy to see us warmly on weekdays. Doubts flashed in the nunnery's pure eyes, and a look of innocence and ignorance deliberately appeared on her delicate face.

The male cultivator was also at a loss, and looked around a little helplessly before saying, "Xu is in a bad mood, before leaving last time, it seems that he had a little unpleasant trouble with the real person of Phantom Travel." He stopped talking at this point, changed the topic and asked, "How is the business of your Yayun Academy?"

"Where is your Sanssouci Courtyard, there is a treasure like the Phantom Wandering Real People, and the female cultivators of the Three Thousand Domains can't wait to come and see the true face. The female nun teased a few sourly, and soon separated from the male nunnery, and after a while the two of them turned elsewhere, pulling the familiar monk into the shop to sit down.

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Walking on the street, like a mountain monk who has not gone out for hundreds of years, the phantom of the beauty floats above the wine shop and the teahouse, and the beautiful demon beast stares at the door with big eyes and pretends to be cute.

Five man-made lakes of different colors have been dug into the city, and wide or narrow channels surround the city, adjacent to the streets, and eventually flow into different lakes.

From time to time, there were low-level monks laughing and passing by on the street, and there were also extraordinarily dressed Qi refining foundation juniors lying on the edge of the lake road, seeing that half of their bodies were about to sink, and their companions on the side were still laughing.

The clothes are watched with relish, and others don't care about her, the Twin Cities are the only two places that are not affected by the outside world, there is no robbery and killing here, there is no high-level bullying and oppression of the low-level, and there is no low-level fear and disgust of the high-level. Everything was the same as before, except that the monks were more immersed than before.

As she walked, she suddenly felt a divine consciousness swept over her, and the first two times she had no intention, she could still feel the existence of this divine consciousness after turning two streets, so she stopped, and without hesitation, she wrenched off this strand of divine consciousness that made her unhappy.

Such a blatant scrutiny, even in the Twin Cities of Leisure, is extremely rude, if other places can fight because of this.

"Are you really so ruthless?"

A cold question sounded in Zhihai, looking at the breath, it was the Yuanying Consummation Male Cultivator who had just looked at her for a long time. Fuyi frowned, and the voice responded: "Daoyou has recognized the wrong person." ”

"Okay, well, in that case, you don't blame me for being ruthless and unjust!" The male cultivator was so angry that he immediately cut off contact after the transmission, and his divine consciousness no longer swept in.

Walking forward silently, he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, and the monk did not just distinguish people by his face and body, how could such a unique thing as spiritual breath be mistaken?

Could it be Vientiane? This thought flashed through Fuyi's mind, and he quickly denied it. The body of the sleeve was burned by Danyu's natal secret technique Burning Sky Flame, and it was impossible to recover, and it was impossible to refine a substitute from the material.

Vientiane will either lose its body and replace it, or it will have to reluctantly use the stump. Besides, even if it is an intact body with sleeves, it is impossible to be exactly the same as her, Lin Buxiu has encountered the sleeves of the other world, and later mentioned that it is only somewhat similar.

"There can't be a single me in this world, could it be that someone has changed his appearance to me? There shouldn't be anyone so boring, right?"

Each courtyard is made up of pavilions and pavilions, and the formation is so tight that you can't hear the sound inside. Fu Yi looked at the signboard, it should be a more expensive wine shop dance shop.

She was not interested in this, so she wanted to find a market specializing in selling wine and inquire about Zuixin Brewing. Just as he was about to turn around and change directions, he was stopped by a Yuan Ying Consummation Divine Sense, and then he saw a beautiful woman with a calm face coming to him.

"Fu Daoyou, what's going on with you and Phantom You? He's making a fuss about killing you now, and I can't stop you!"

"Who are you?"

Hearing the title of the nun, Fu Yi was finally able to determine that there had been another "her" here, and her appearance and aura should be exactly the same. Otherwise, it will not be concealed from the two Yuan Babies in succession.

"You!" the nun snorted coldly, and fire was about to burst out in her eyes. "How forgetful are the nobles, do you want me to take out the photo stone in the Sanssouci Courtyard so that you can have a good memory?"

"Okay, let's go, where is Sanssouci Courtyard?" Fu Yi knew that it was useless to explain now, and the other party believed that he was the previous "Fu Yi", and the more he argued, the more he would make the other party think that he was pretending.

The nun was stunned for a moment by her actions, glanced at her suspiciously, and said, "What tricks are you playing?"

"Don't you want me to recall? I really have to look at the Shadow Stone! After Fu Yi finished speaking, he arched his hand at her as a salute, but who knew that this move surprised the other party even more.

"What the hell are you ...... What the hell is going on? It hurts Zhihai?" The female cultivator's insecurity obviously dissipated most of it, replaced by confusion and a trace of doubt.

"I'm very good!What do you call a fellow Daoist?" Fu Yi followed her side, only to feel that her spiritual breath was mellow and deep, very pure, and there was no evil spirit. When walking, the sleeves and corners of the shirt are still floating with the aroma of wine, which is very good.

"He Xiang. The nun replied angrily, and walked quickly to the largest courtyard in silence.

There are two snow-white silver-horned white-haired calves guarding the gate of the courtyard, both of which are third-order perfections, and when they saw He Xiang, the two immediately got up and bowed their heads to salute. When he looked up, he saw that the plaque was written in large red gold letters.

He Xiang saw her seriously look from the town gate beast to the plaque, and then from the door all the way to the garden, the doubts in her heart became less and less, and the confusion became more and more. How could a person who knew the sea and was not injured, and whose breath was calm and had no different color, not remember everything that happened not long ago?