5,000 miles of mountains on the sky, 30,000 miles of rivers into the East China Sea.

Binhai County, a remote and small county town on the east coast of the Daning Dynasty. Although it is called Binhai, it means that it is near the sea. But in fact, there are still more than 100 miles away from the sea, which is really a bit unworthy of the name.

In the county seat, a river called Junshui passes through the city, turns a circle outside the city and flows eastward into the sea hundreds of miles away, and the Chenghuang Temple in Binhai County is located in the circle of the Junshui River, the island in the middle of the river with a beautiful environment.

As the sun set, a young man named Ning Baifeng stepped out of the gate of the City God Temple, his face tired. But weighing the few copper coins called incense in his hand, there was still a hint of joy on his face.

After a whole day of hard work, I finally caught the rat essence who was making trouble at Liu Yuanwai's house and sent it to this city god temple for a mission, and then I was rewarded with six incense money.

Since this was enshrined by the imperial court, the mountains and rivers of the city recognized that the city god supported by the people did not care about anything, the spirits and demons in this coastal county began to increase. Today, either the Zhang family's litter of chickens was wiped out by Wong Tai Sin, or tomorrow the Li family's calf was bitten off by a wild dog essence, or the beggar man in the city was lying in the stinky ditch with great yang energy. It often attracts nearby residents to watch and be amazed.

According to common sense, if there are too many such cases, it will cause panic among ordinary people.

At least that's what Ning Baifeng thinks.

After all, in his hometown, if this kind of thing really happens, it will turn the world upside down.

But this place is different, even if this situation has been around for ten years, how the people in the city should live and how they live. At most, it is to run to the City God Temple, and tell the temple Zhu where there are spirits making trouble, and you have to quickly issue an order to find an immortal master to eliminate demons.

Although it is said to be a demon extermination, it is just a nice thing to say, and those who dare to come to the city to make trouble can only be called spirits, not even small demons. After all, no matter how much a city god doesn't care about things, it is still a city god with a local number of popularity. Unless it is really the strong dragon who has crossed the river and has achieved cultivation of the great demon or the great immortal master, you can not take the city god in your eyes. Otherwise, the strength is equivalent to that of a city god who has just stepped into the middle three realms to practice qi, and it is not easy to deal with some spirits. After all, standing in a favorable location and people, it is not easy for the Jindan Immortal Master of the Middle Three Realms to take advantage.

It is conceivable what kind of demeanor Ning Baifeng, an immortal master who needs to beg for a life under the hands of the City God.

Ning Baifeng rubbed his tired face, took a deep breath, and strode onto the stone bridge connecting the river bank. Feeling the coolness brought by the river breeze, the fatigue of the body has also been reduced a lot. Habitually walked to the side of the bridge, took out half a piece of dry bread from his arms, broke it and sprinkled it in the river, causing a burst of crazy robbery of river fish, splashing water, very lively. After sprinkling the crumbs, the fish gradually left, and Ning Baifeng also clapped his hands, ready to turn around and go back. Unexpectedly, a red carp jumped out of the water, spewed a splash at Ning Baifeng on the bridge, and then fell into the river.

Ning Baifeng was stunned for a moment, and then scolded with a smile: "I'll feed you every once in a while, give me spit at this time, I'll become a sperm, right, I'll take all of you to cook fish soup in front of Chenghuang Ye another day." ”

seemed to be laughed at by what he said, and Ning Baifeng was a little overwhelmed.

Seeing that it was not early, Ning Baifeng was ready to go back. A little later, the gates will be closed. If you can't enter the city, you can only shrink in the city gate cave for a night, although it is not much better to go back, but at least there is one who can shelter from the wind and rain, and the city gate cave will enjoy the cold wind blowing.

Turning his head, he saw that in mid-air, a middle-aged Confucian with a high crown and a broad belt slowly landed on the bridge in the clouds, and walked towards the Chenghuang Temple without hurrying or slowing, and when he reached Ning Baifeng's side, he smiled and nodded.

Watching the Confucian scholar walk into the City God Temple, Ning Baifeng stomped on the bridge deck vigorously.

muttered: "Yingxian Bridge, Yingxian Bridge, you really welcomed the Great Immortal, don't take this name in vain." ”

Walking down the bridge, I saw a donkey smoking under his feet coming up on the official road on the right, and an old man smoking dry tobacco sat on his back. The donkey snorted and snorted, and the old way was swallowing clouds and spitting fog, so uncomfortable.

Standing on the side of the road at the head of the bridge, watching the donkey carry the old road to the bridge. Ning Baifeng knew that this great immortal also went to the City God Temple. Lao Dao passed by Ning Baifeng's side, squinted his eyes, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then began to swallow clouds and spit out fog.

In the drifting smoke, four words faintly came.

Mud tire Takeo.

Ning Baifeng grinned bitterly, his cultivation was indeed as Lao Dao said, he was a martial artist who had just left the Outer Three Realms and really entered the house. As for why it is said to be a mud tire martial artist, it has to be talked about from the way of martial arts. The three realms outside the martial arts are no different from other qi practitioners, they are all about boiling the body and tempering the muscles, bones and skin.

The difference between qi practitioners is that they eat the essence of grains and nourish their innate qi.

And the martial artist tempers the body, just to extract a breath of pure true qi, and uses the meridians in his body as a river post road, allowing the true qi to gallop around.

After cultivating that vitality, the qi practitioner uses the sea of qi as the foundation to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth and repair himself. Completely from the physical body, into the mortal womb.

Flesh, mortal womb.

Between the two, there is a difference between cloud and mud.

Looking at Wufu again, after a breath of true qi was quenched, he still boiled his body and widened the rivers and rivers in his body, just to make his true qi gallop more smoothly. is also stepping into the lower three realms, but like a layman in the outer three realms, he is still stuck in the mud with his feet in the ground. Therefore, the martial artists of the lower three realms were laughed at by the qi practitioner and said that they were mortal tires walking in the mud, jokingly called mud tires.

Ning Baifeng watched Lao Dao enter the City God Temple, and muttered, today is the fairy wind, and two great monks came to this remote Binhai County one after another to enter this small City God Temple.

Then he didn't think about it anymore, ran in three steps and two steps, and after two sections, his right foot exerted force, and the whole person rose into the air, rushing out two feet high, and then borrowed force on the trunk and rushed to the next trunk. And like a monkey burning his buttocks, he went to the gate of the city.

Feel the speed of the wind in the air and fantasize about the feeling of flying through the clouds. This is one of the few pleasures that Ning Baifeng has had since he stepped into the Lower Three Realms.

Finally, before the sun set and the gates were closed, they entered the city. Then I walked through the streets and alleys to a shop with a black curtain at the door, but no plaque.

Walked into the shop and skillfully slapped an incense coin on the counter.

Behind the counter, a dry old man was lying in a rocking chair, holding a broken book and flipping through it, and said without raising his head: "It's closed, come back tomorrow." ”

Ning Baifeng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Old man Wang, you just do this business, and before the door closes, you start to drive customers." ”

The old man Wang on the recliner still didn't look up, and scolded angrily: "You little rabbit cub doesn't come until the sun goes down, and when you come, you will change a copper coin, you are all guests like you, and my shop will not be opened." ”

Ning Baifeng sneered: "Isn't it busy, naturally it's a little late." ”

Only then did the old man put down the book and said disdainfully: "Obviously he is cowardly." ”

Then the old man hooked his fingers, and the incense money on the table flew into his hand, and he disappeared with his hand, threw out an embroidered bag, and then held up the book again.

Ning Baifeng opened the embroidered bag and took a look, his face changed, and he scolded: "Old man Wang, you are too dark, there were fifteen taels a few days ago, why are there only fourteen taels this time." ”

The old man scolded: "Don't just get out!"

Ning Baifeng immediately turned his anger into a laugh and said, "How can it, just kidding." ”

Although the old man was relatively cold and spoke badly, he was always kind in business. The same incense money, put it in other shops, it would be good to be able to exchange it for twelve taels, but this time it can only be exchanged for fourteen taels, which means that the amount of incense in the money is not enough.

Ning Baifeng put away the money bag and thanked him with a smile, and then walked out.

"It's not been peaceful lately, so try to go out of the city as little as possible. ”

It was the old man Wang behind the counter who spoke.

Ning Baifeng paused, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Old man Wang snorted coldly: "Where is there so much nonsense. ”

Ning Baifeng's face froze, he turned around and walked out, his right hand just raised the black door curtain, as if he remembered something, and turned around and said: "I just came back from outside the city, and I saw a Confucian and two great monks entering the City God Temple. ”

With that, he lifted the curtain and walked out of the shop.

Ning Baifeng didn't see it, when he finished saying the last sentence, the book in the old man's hand was instantly shattered, and a golden light rushed out of his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

Seeing the twilight rising outside, Ning Baifeng ran up and walked through the streets and alleys again to the door of a medicine shop. rushed in in a hurry, and then rushed out with a few packets of medicinal herbs.

Along the road along the riverbank in the city, I ran all the way to the north of the city, and bought three flatbreads at a cake stall that was about to close the stall, and then ran without stopping.

In the city, Ning Baifeng didn't dare to jump high like outside the city, and then flew off the wall. First, this is too high-profile and does not conform to his style of doing things. Second, if you make those old monsters in the city unhappy, your life will be lost in an instant. After all, he is not the only cultivator in the city, and his life is still at stake.

As the saying goes, masters are often hidden in the folk.

The further north you go, the lower the houses, and even weeds can be seen along the dilapidated streets. There are rich and poor people everywhere, and the north of Marina City is the residential area for the poor. It is far away from the Junshui River that runs through the city, and outside the city wall is Santieling, which is the area with the most monsters and monsters. Therefore, those rich people who have money don't want to live here, after all, they are not afraid of returning, but there are spirits at both ends of the three days, and it is enough to have a headache.

Passing through the last row of low houses, the city walls are not far away. Beneath the city walls, a series of low canopies, sheds made of rotten branches and thatched leaves. It is a place where people in the city who have little way to make a living live, and most of them make a living by begging.

Ning Baifeng's residence was here, in a veritable beggar's nest.