"Xiang Yuan, clean up, tomorrow your mother and I will enter Beijing, and you will follow you to see and learn. Ling Zhi frowned and said.

"Is it the demon cultivator from last night?" Ling Xiangyuan asked.

He was originally going to mention to Ling Zhi the matter of his abolition of cultivation, but looking at his father's expression, he knew that the situation was serious, and it seemed that he could only suppress this matter first.

"Well, that's right, that demon cultivator is not small. ”

Ling Zhi thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, the emperor wouldn't have sent Lord Shen to find me in person." ”

"Lord Shen, did my father mean that old man just now?" Ling Xiangyuan asked.

"Well, he is Shen Jiang, the prime minister of the dynasty. ”

Ling Zhi nodded, and didn't say anything, but ordered someone to inform Li Xinmei that she was going to leave for Beijing tomorrow.

Ling Xiangyuan didn't dare to ask any more questions, turned around and went back to the room to clean up, and left the Ling Mansion, preparing to go to the Northern Desert City for a turn.

The snow is as heavy as a seat, the city of the Northern Desert is covered in silver, every household hides in the house to keep warm, there are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a row of patrolling soldiers walks by.

Although the Northern Desert is relatively poor and deserted compared to other places, there are countless restaurants, teahouses, shops and vendors in the city, but the decoration is a little shabby compared to other places.

Ling Xiangyuan grew up in this northern desert city, and is very familiar with every brick and tile here, and his favorite place to go on weekdays is the Liu family bookstore in the west of the city, where he will pick up a few good books and take them home to study.

You must know that the people of Xiang Yuan are martial, in this poor land in the northern desert, there are very few scholars, and there is only one bookstore in the whole city.

Ling Xiangyuan was walking towards the Liu family's bookstore in the west of the city, there was thin ice on the road, and he walked cautiously, thinking about the abolition of cultivation in his mind.

As he was thinking, a man suddenly bumped into him head-on, impartially, and just crashed into his arms.

Ling Xiangyuan hurriedly looked at the one who crashed into his arms was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, the young man had beautiful eyebrows, wearing tattered clothes, dirty, and looking at him with curiosity.

Ling Xiangyuan had never seen such a good-looking teenager, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

The young man saw him holding himself blankly, snorted, and pushed him away, and when he came back to his senses, the young man was agile and flashed into the alley behind him in a few clicks.

At this time, several strong men from the Northern Desert came over, led by a man with a scumbag face, walked up to him, stopped, and said respectfully: "Young Master Ling, that little beggar didn't hurt you just now!"

"That's not true, but why are you chasing him?" Ling Xiangyuan looked at the young man's body, and felt that the young man's cultivation was not low, so he asked curiously.

The man at the head scratched his head and said, "I'm Lu Lin from Xueyang Restaurant, and that little beggar just now dared to do nonsense in our Xueyang Restaurant......

Ling Xiangyuan listened quietly, the man at the head was named Lu Lin, this group of people were all guys from the restaurant, just now the little beggar ate the overlord meal, but he couldn't take out the spar, relying on his own cultivation, he smashed hundreds of wine jars in the restaurant.

Although Ling Xiangyuan never drank alcohol, and never went to any restaurant, he had heard others mention this Xueyang Restaurant, the largest restaurant in the Northern Desert City, and the shopkeeper of the Xueyang Restaurant was also a famous martial artist on the border of the Northern Desert.

Ling Xiangyuan thought to himself, except for Lu Lin, who was a martial apprentice, the rest of the people in front of him were ordinary people, and that young man just avoided them, he didn't want to be embarrassed, he should be a good person.

After listening to what Lu Lin said, he smiled and said, "The spars he owes you are all counted on me, you go to the Ling Mansion to get the spars." ”

"Haha, then thank you Young Master Ling. Lu Lin looked happy, laughed a few times, and turned around and left with a group of people.

As soon as Lu Lin left, Ling Xiangyuan sighed and said to himself: "A few hundred catties of wine, you should need a lot of spars, and you should be scolded again when you go back." ”

The spar is the currency of the Xianwu Continent, according to the color of the spar, it is divided into five levels from one star to five stars, a five-star spar can be exchanged for a hundred four-star spars, a four-star spar can be exchanged for a hundred three-star spars, and the worst color is a one-star spar.

The people in Beimo City are familiar with Ling Xiangyuan because of Ling Zhi, so Ling Xiangyuan never brings a spar when he goes out, and every time he keeps accounts, let others go to Ling Mansion to find Ling Zhi.

He has a bold personality, comes from a wealthy background, has never lacked spars, and never cares how much, but Ling Zhi is diligent and thrifty, and every time he uses spars indiscriminately, he will scold him.

"Let's hurry up and go to Liu's bookstore. ”

As soon as he thought of his father's cold face all day, he quickened his pace and walked towards the bookstore in the west of the city, and saw Xueyang Restaurant from a distance, but he didn't dare to stay.

Liu's family book is opened by a strange old man surnamed Liu, it is said that he was a former dynasty lifter, and later his family fell into the middle of the road, and he came to this northern desert city alone and opened such a small shop.

The bookstore is simple, there are six rows of bookshelves on the empty ground, there are old books of all sizes on the shelves, and the old man Liu is sitting on the bench resting with his eyes closed, Ling Xiangyuan walked in, and he ignored it.

Ling Xiangyuan was accustomed to it, and the books on the two rows of bookshelves on the left were sold out by him, so he went straight to the third row, carefully looking for novel books.

He started from the third row and searched the back four rows, but the result was either that he had read it, or that there were books in Ling's mansion.

"Maybe you'll find some new books in the last row. Ling Xiangyuan muttered to himself, but when he thought that the owner of the bookstore was a down-and-out talent, the hope in his heart was a little less.

He went to look for a long time, and there were all the books on the shelves, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.

When he turned to leave, he found an unknown old book on the last row of bookshelves faintly red, and he picked up the nameless old book with curiosity, and when he pinched it in his hand, he found that the old book was bulging in the middle, and it seemed to be holding something inside.

"Hee-hee. ”

He was about to open it to look at it, but a black hand stretched out next to him and snatched the nameless old book from his hand.

Ling Xiangyuan looked at the delicate black hand, it was the little beggar who hit him in the morning, and the little beggar was smiling at him with an old nameless book.

"The spar of the book asked him. ”

The little beggar grimaced at him, took the nameless old book, and left the bookstore in a few flashes.

"Credited to the account first. ”

Ling Xiangyuan left a word and hurriedly chased him out, and when the little beggar saw him come out, he jumped onto the roof, and his body flashed on the roofs of the houses next to each other like a civet cat.

"Brother, give me back the book. Ling Xiangyuan shouted as he chased down the street, and in comparison, the little beggar was much slower than him, and he followed closely.

The two chased and fled, and the little beggar cultivated to be in the seventh heaven of the martial arts, Ling Xiangyuan easily chased after him, jumped over, grabbed the little beggar's wrist, and suddenly felt a weakness in his hand.

He looked down and saw that the little beggar's hands were black, but the exposed wrists and arms were white and delicate, as thin as bones, and he only said that the little beggar's body was weak.

The little beggar saw that Ling Xiangyuan grabbed his wrist, his black face was faintly red, the tiles were covered with snow, and his feet slipped and he was about to roll off the roof, his wrist flipped and hooked Ling Xiangyuan's right hand.

At this pull, Ling Xiangyuan was defenseless, fell forward suddenly, and the two hugged each other and rolled off the roof.

With a bang, Ling Xiangyuan twisted in the air and landed on the snow with his back to him.

"Humph!"

The little beggar saw that he was lying on Ling Xiangyuan's body, his face turned red, he didn't expect Ling Xiangyuan to be so stupid, he was afraid that he would be injured and held him in his arms, then he snorted coldly, turned over and stood up.

Falling from the room, Ling Xiangyuan felt that there was nothing, only that the young man in his arms was soft and fragrant, he stood up and patted the snow on his body.

"Here, your book. ”

The little beggar handed the nameless old book to Ling Xiangyuan, and Ling Xiangyuan saw the little beggar standing in place waiting for him, reached out and took the book, and said, "Why are you robbing my things?"

The little beggar looked at him and said coldly, "I don't like you!"

Ling Xiangyuan looked down at himself and said suspiciously, "I didn't offend you. ”

Cuckoo!

The little beggar's stomach suddenly sounded, and his face turned red with embarrassment, and he turned to leave.

Ling Xiangyuan smiled and stopped the little beggar, thinking that he was hungry and came to grab his things.

Ling Xiangyuan said: "It turns out that you are hungry, go, I will invite you to eat." ”

As he spoke, he took the little beggar's hand and turned around to walk towards the hotel opposite.

The little beggar was grabbed by his hand, his expression was shocked, and he instantly broke free of his hand, and said coldly: "You really want to invite me to eat?"

"I'm hungry, of course I'm eating, I don't lie to you. Ling Xiangyuan scratched his head and said seriously.

"Let's go, let's go to Xueyang Restaurant for dinner. ”

The little beggar turned around and walked towards the Xueyang Restaurant not far away, and Ling Xiangyuan hurriedly caught up with him and walked side by side with him.

Xueyang Restaurant is the largest restaurant in Beimo City, with luxurious decoration, the two stepped in, Lu Lin greeted him, looked at the little beggar with disdain, and lowered his posture when he saw Ling Xiangyuan, took the two upstairs, and chose a location by the window to place it.

Life in the restaurant was noisy, the two sat by the window, and the little beggar called Lu Lin over, and said arrogantly: "Take out all your best things, and the account will be counted on his head." ”

Lu Lin looked at the little beggar coldly, ignoring it, he was waiting for Ling Xiangyuan's instructions.

Ling Xiangyuan smiled, he knew in his heart that these people were very snobbish, so he said to Lu Lin: "Just listen to my good brother, take a copy of all of them, and the account will be on me, and you will go to the Ling Mansion to get it yourself later." ”

When Lu Lin heard this, he smiled and complimented him, turned around and ran down the stairs, and made one according to Ling Xiangyuan's instructions.

The little beggar watched Lu Lin run down the stairs, turned his head to look at Ling Xiangyuan, his two smart eyes turned, he didn't understand why Ling Xiangyuan was so good to him, he thought that Ling Xiangyuan was joking with him, but he didn't expect Ling Xiangyuan to be really stupid.

The little beggar looked out the window, there were still snowflakes outside, the sky was a little gloomy, and it was not early.