The city looks like a dead city.

When they descended into the city, it was as if they had entered a magic circle, and there was no breath of living creatures.

In the process, the man in red and the man in black cast these spells that they couldn't understand.

In a moment, several different voices came from the sky, and they said, "Welcome the priest back to the city!

"Priestly ......"

Lingxi looked up to the sky and saw several people in different clothes, but then, in the black mist behind those people in different clothes, rows of people in black cloaks appeared, their clothes churning in the air, their faces could not be seen clearly, and they wore a white mask with red text engraved on it.

There were so many of them that they seemed to fill the sky.

"Re-entrench the circle!" South Wind said to them.

"Yes!"

The men in different clothes responded, voices of men and women, but without exception they all wore masks, but they were not wearing the same masks as those behind them, and their masks were also distinctive, even of different materials.

In the next moment, they quickly dispersed in mid-air.

Black flags fly, black fog rises from the streets, and an undercurrent surges under the fog.

The Qiang vulture flew high, and the chirp made Lingxi come back to his senses slightly, and then he looked at the city for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Where is this?"

"Yingguo. With that, the woman in red, Edgeworth, flew straight towards the most conspicuous tower.

"Yingguo !!" Lingxi looked at everything around her in disbelief, so it means that she has been in a coma for several days?

And why did you bring her to Yingguo?

"Let's just walk over there. I'm like I'm going to show you what the city is like. Nanfeng said.

Lingxi didn't want to pay attention to it, and stood still.

"So forget that your master is still in my hands?" After that, Nanfeng also pasted a control charm on Lingxi's body, which can control Lingxi's activities, "I just want you to see things." ”

"........" Lingxi's eyes sank, but his body took an uncontrollable step.

She thought to herself about what Nanfeng said about her master in his hands, although she didn't know whether it was true or false, but she was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

After all, Master is the most precious person in this world to her.

As they slowly approached a transparent barrier, Lingxi felt a stream of aura pass through her body, and she realized that there was an enchantment here.

"Through this barrier, you will see ......" Before the words fell, a busy scene appeared in front of Lingxi's eyes, and various shouts sounded in her ears.

As far as the eye can see, the sky is blue, and the streets and alleys under the sky are busy with shops.

Silk, food, flowers...... With all kinds of everything, why is there such a big difference between this place and the scene seen by the spirits outside the enchantment?

One is cold and bright, leaving only the fallen leaves, while the other is lively and colorful.

Did this city deliberately use enchantments to make it like this?

Nanfeng continued to walk forward with Lingxi, there were not many pedestrians on the road, most of them were demon cultivators, and occasionally they could see a few ordinary people, and they also talked and laughed with demon cultivators, so they didn't shy away from it.

What's going on?!

All the way forward, they also passed by the "Qingming Sword Tower", "Autumn Martial Arts Hall", "Xiaoshan Sword Workshop", "Shiyan Boxing Ring", ....... Some very unique buildings.

Lingxi stood on the street and looked inside, and the people who came and went were also some cold-faced and terrifying demon cultivators, sometimes they glanced at her, either fiercely staring, or suspiciously looking, and there were some unclear eyes, as if they were glued to her, she had to frown and avoid it, and didn't look at it much.

Walking down, I saw a "Quanling Qin Pavilion" again.

The piano pavilion was open, and the sound of the piano came out, and Lingxi couldn't help but think of the master.

She has heard the master stroke the qin, the music is spiritual, the qin and the qin are heart-to-heart, and the method of cultivation lies in purity and concentration, and the intention is to shine on the heaven and earth with one body and one heart, and there is no trace of burden.

But to be honest, Bai Junqian's piano skills are really sparse, and he can't be clean, and he can make people anxious for no reason.

At the beginning, they also made fun of Bai Junqian. Bai Junqian himself didn't think so, he was very confident in his piano skills, and Lingxi actually felt good and good......

"Keep walking. The voice of the south wind interrupted Lingxi's memories.

Further down, I encountered a "Dust Washing Pavilion", but I wanted to compare the previous buildings, and it was much more simple here.

And outside the door also set up a cloth shed, set up a table of tea, a few chairs, the chair is still sitting a young man of the same age as Lingxi, holding a volume, reading diligently, I saw that his eyebrows are clear, slender as leaves, white as snow, but somehow, even his hair, eyebrows and eyelashes are white.

"Wash the dust!" Nanfeng suddenly called the young man.

It's just that the boy seemed to be obsessed with the book and didn't move, so Nanfeng had to scream a few more times, and then knocked on the boy's head.

The young man slowly raised his head, as if he hadn't recovered from the book yet, his eyes looked at Nanfeng in confusion, and then after seeing the spirit behind Nanfeng, he came to his senses a little, and his face instantly flushed: "I....... I can drink tea and drink in this place, and I can also cast weapons, and the sword of our Dust Washing Pavilion is famous...... Famous all over the world, but the girl wants to forge a sword?"

Hearing this, Nanfeng's forehead jumped, and he knocked the young man's head again, "I'm talking to you!"

"South..... Why are you back, are you all back?" said the young man cheerfully.

"........" Nanfeng looked at him like this, and he couldn't say anything, so he nodded.

"Did Sister Xiaohong bring it back?" With that, the young man's eyes suddenly lit up.

The South Wind General looked at Lingxi, "This is." ”

"Is she who? completely changed...... "Seeing that he was about to go towards Lingxi, a shoe came out of the room and went straight to the back of the young man's head, and Nanfeng hurriedly blocked Lingxi for fear of accidental injury.

"You little, do you dare to say three days? That's three months! Lao Shizi's demon cultivator, so many comes, Lao Tzu has to fight the sword, and no one cares if he dies of exhaustion, right?" I saw a middle-aged man come out, he was sturdy, full of beard, scolding in his mouth, but he was very lively.

"Uncle......." The young man blushed and lowered his head.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked at Nanfeng, arched his hand slightly, then rolled his eyes, looked at Lingxi again, and finally looked back at the young man, and let out a long "oh-" sound.

He picked up the shoe from the ground and put it on, patted the young man on the shoulder, and then lifted it with one hand, "Get in and practice the sword for me!"

The young man struggled, looked at Lingxi and said, "Sister Xiaohong, my name is Xichen, you must remember me, I will see you tomorrow." His voice was like a spring breeze, warm and satisfying.

Liunanfeng and Lingxi stood in place.

For a long time, Nanfeng took Lingxi to many places, but in the end it was in front of a tea workshop.

Strange to say, the workshop is located in a remote location away from the bustling street market.

The high wall of blue bricks and black tiles, a plaque with the words "peach bell tile" written on it.

Wonderful Book House