It took about half a pillar of incense.

The prince yawned silently, and suddenly felt that his torn body was torn by the Xuanyang Sword as if it was bathed in the scorching winter sun.

The pots are full of black earth, and not only do they not smell rancid, but they are filled with a faint fragrance.

The scent is very special, not floral or rouge.

Distinguish carefully, it's more like the smell of milk on the baby's body!

Buried inside, the whole body Shu Tai not to mention, the sense of security that seems to be rooted in the ground deeply made the prince silently understand what it means to be comfortable.

Right!

The old stump is so comfortable!

For a while, Wang Zimo was very envious of it.

Once upon a time, I was as carefree as he was. Since I came into contact with Dai Xiaomo, life seems to have wings, soaring into the sky, and I no longer have the chic and calm of my youth.

Although his childhood was spent in contempt.

Even if it's a in the eyes of your peers, it's a lot safer than it is now, isn't it?

After another tea time, the prince silently stared at each other, and suddenly broke through the ground.

In an instant, the stone flower pot was splashed with mud, and the old tree stump was so hated that he carefully put away the black plaster and scolded: "Little rabbit, don't think about coming again next time!"

"Next time!"

Wang Zimo stretched his waist and left with a smile, and when he passed by the top of Linlang's head, he deliberately paused, until the little girl's pigtails turned fiery red, and he left proudly.

Although he couldn't find a way to control the Xuanyang Sword, he thought of a way to protect the original people of Sucen City.

Didn't the old tree coconut say that the disciples of the Fengtian God Sect offered the Xuanyang Sword?

Then let the entire Sucen City join the Fengtian Divine Sect and become a disciple of our Divine Sect.

In this way, the Xuanyang Sword would be embarrassed to hurt them.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zimo came to the foot of Sucen City.

Looking at the dim stars in the sky, he felt anxious. Although the stone flower pot can restore the wounds of the body, it cannot restore the cultivation.

Now the power of the stars he had just accumulated was shattered, falling from the middle stage of the star to the early stage, and he was in the middle of the middle of the star.

Thankfully, Doudan was not damaged.

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!"

Taking out an inconspicuous piece of clothing from a mess of storage bags, Wang Zimo changed into the sect leader's uniform, walked to the small river by the roadside, and squatted down to take a closer look.

The clothes were a bit old, but they were clean.

And it smells like soap. Apparently the original owner loved cleanliness.

"Hey!"

Staring at the face on the water with a slight vicissitudes of life, Wang Zimo sighed deeply.

"People who love cleanliness so much are also fooling around, and they have lost their lives in vain. ”

After tidying up his unkempt hair, Wang Zimo stretched out his hands and took a handful of river water to wash his face.

The water is cool, and a few drops slip down the corners of your lips into your mouth, making it sweet in your mouth. Wang Zimo couldn't help but sigh, took another handful, pursed his mouth and drank it all in one go.

"Hah!"

Get up and look out at the flat city.

Suzen City.

It's still the same as it was.

Before he stepped into the city, Wang Zimo felt an extremely strong fluctuation coming from the city.

It's a blind dragon!

Wang Mo hurriedly reined in his breath.

In his dantian domain, the breath can be constricted freely. Even the dragons, who are the most sensitive to breath, can't detect it.

"Poof!"

The blind Zhu Long's raised head was eclipsed, and he snorted and fell down on his stomach, curled up in the middle of the city to recuperate.

Today coincides with the seventh day of the seventh month of the ancient calendar.

It was a very solemn day for Suzen City.

There was no need to ask, the prince thought about it silently, and knew that this was the unique "Flower Festival" in Suzen City.

The so-called flower festival is actually a temple fair for boys and girls to make friends.

On this day, handsome men and beautiful women dressed up in flowers, just to attract the attention of the opposite sex.

In order to avoid embarrassment, and more for the sake of the safety of children, this grand event was disguised as a temple fair, and men, women, and children all poured out of their homes.

"I'm going to eat this!"

"Go home and eat!"

"No, I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat!"

"Obedient, good!"

"No, I'm going to eat! Woo, I'm going to eat!"

"Isn't it a beating?"

Walking down the street, you can see the sounds of people and the sounds of adults.

Wang Zimo instantly remembered the scene when Da Ji took him to Jincheng to catch the temple fair when he was a child.

"Daji, bring me a candy man!"

The young prince Mo was dragged by his brother and galloped through the crowded streets.

"I'll do it for you when you get home!"

The tip of his nose was crowded with all kinds of fragrances, and he kept shouting along the way, and his head was like a rattle, looking at the dazzling eating and swallowing saliva.

It wasn't until he hit Wang Ji's ass that he stopped and looked at the big stage at the entrance of the "Shrine of Our Lady", dumbfounded.

"Zhu Mingyuan, a disciple of Zhujiazhuang, donated 30 performances of divine plays; Lin Yu, a disciple of Lin Temple...... Daji, what do you pronounce that word?"

"Hui (hui)!"

Wang Yu glanced up, spit out the word "Hui", stood on tiptoe and continued to search.

"Lin Yuhui, donate 20 performances, and Han Weixin, a believer in Sanhezhuang, donate 10 performances. Sanhezhuang believer Liu ......"

At that time, he looked up at the big characters hanging high on the tent and read them one by one. The fiery cinnabar juice splashed ink on the white cloth, and the words were strong and eye-catching.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The gongs and drums were noisy, like thunder.

Standing under the stage, Wang Zimo couldn't hear the slightest fairy sound on the stage. I only saw a fairy daughter wearing a white costume and fine makeup on her face, dancing ethereally, dreaming of dreams.

Looking at the fairy daughter Wang Zimo on the stage, he was also stupid.

There was a sudden "buzz" in his ears, and the surrounding sound was silenced. Only the fairy warbler Yiyi on the stage, the curling fairy sound seems to be right in front of her, constantly whispering.

See clearly!

The moment the fairy daughter raised her head, Wang Zimo's pupils shrank and she woke up suddenly.

"Qi Tong!"

Wang Zimo woke up instantly, and then he saw the girl on the stage curling her orchid fingers, like a spring breeze back to the backstage.

Just as he thought about it, he suddenly heard a sharp scolding from behind him.

"I'm blind, hit my master!"

Although the person who spoke was a man, he was dressed in gold and silver, and he had a large emerald wrench on the thumb of his right hand, which was obviously expensive.

"Yes, I'm sorry Second Young Master!

After speaking, the old man hurriedly leaned down, his thin black fingers clutched his cuffs, and stretched out his arms with great difficulty to wipe the footprints on the young man's shoes.

"Boom!"

The young man kicked the old man away, followed by a mouthful of spit on his gray hair.

"Your family has a dead woman, so blind! Get out, don't delay the master to find Miss Bai Xuan!"

The old man dared not speak in anger, and kept his head down, until the young man ran away, and then stretched out his old hand tremblingly, and wiped the spit from the top of his head with his cuffs.

"Hey, I'm blind!"

The old man was not indignant because of the young man's arrogance, on the contrary, he patted his head and blamed himself fiercely.

It was obviously a young man who hit him.

"Uncle Meng, it's a miscellaneous piece of the Su family, I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

A strong young man helped the old man up, and before he rushed out, the old man hugged his thigh, knelt on the ground and wailed: "Seven boys, don't go!

The prince sighed silently.

This kind of market trivia he often encountered when he was in Kyoto. The princes and grandsons who came out of the imperial city are even more unpopular than this.

He knew that the old man did not dare to resist for fear of harsher retaliation. The reason why he blamed himself was that he expected that if the second son of the Du family was unsatisfactory, he would definitely find fault with him.

Help?

Or don't help?

If you are a slave to the bones, you will be a helper, and you will be complained about like a strong young man.

It's a disease.

It's a hypochondriasis!

He could help one, but he couldn't help all.

Putting away his thoughts, Wang Zimo turned his gaze to the stage again.

The woman just now changed out of her green clothes and put on a floral shirt, the costume seemed to be one size bigger, and the woman staggered when she walked, and almost fell down several times.

"It's not Ji Tong!"

Wang Zimo was very disappointed, and the corners of his rugged eyes were once again filled with tears of longing.

"When you think of me, if there are tears in your eyes, this life is enough!"

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

The prince was silent for two years, decadent for two years.

Although he only killed the six princes, he also hated the Yin family. However, he was too weak, and he didn't want to involve his personal grievances in the Fengtian God Sect, so he swallowed this breath hard.

Yin Zhentong was forced to death by the Yin family and the Imperial City, one sixth prince is not enough, it is far from enough!

Like two years ago, the anger in Wang Zimo's heart was ignited again, but it was quickly suppressed.

He had more important things to do, he was going to the depths of Kunxu.

He wants the Emperor's Mirror!

Like Daji, he wants to find the Human Emperor Mirror!

In the middle of Sucen City, the blind dragon raised his head again in confusion and looked in the direction of the temple fair in the east of the city.

It looked at it for a long time, and the huge divine consciousness swept over the people one by one, and it returned disappointed.

Wang Zimo looked at the stage again, and with a flick of his fingers, the woman's costume on the stage instantly fitted.

She paused, blinked in disbelief, and her delicate figure suddenly showed off.

But looking backstage, the rich boy just now was staring at the woman on the stage with an obscene face, and he was still holding a white hand towel with sweat medicine in his palm.