Ning Kingdom, one of the countless mortal realms in Qingyou Prefecture, has a vast land area, even compared to some weak Nine Rank Cultivation True Kingdoms, it is not much different.

It is the hard work of dozens of generations of emperors that has brought about the now unprecedentedly powerful Ningguo.

Ningguo opened the country with martial arts, and it was only when Emperor Wenxiao flourished literature that Wenzhi and martial arts laid the foundation for the strength of Ningguo today.

Fengliancheng, Kyoto of Ningguo. The place where the literati and martial artists of Ningguo yearn the most.

Here, literati can speak freely, talk about literature and politics. Martial artists can open a martial arts sect or enlist in the army. Someone rises here, and of course someone sinks here.

"Hey, have you heard? Recently, many immortal masters have come to the city, and once they even alarmed the current saints!"

"I've also heard that these immortal masters are very arrogant, and they even let the saint go out of the city to take over, and they really don't put our Ning Kingdom in their eyes. ”

In a tavern, many people were talking about the immortal master's entry into the city.

By the window, sat a burly boy dressed in black and wearing a black cloak, and the boy asked for a glass of sake and poured himself a drink.

"An immortal master, carrying a three-foot green peak, his face was splashed with blood, and behind him were groups of demon beasts......"

The voice of storytellers slowly sounded in the tavern.

The young man paused the wine glass in his hand, raised his head slightly, looked at the storyteller sitting on the high platform and was stunned for a moment, said that it was him, and paid for the wine and left.

This young man was really Meng Xun who came to Ningguo Kyoto from Qunyang County, and the storyteller he saw turned out to be the middle-aged scribe in the inn in Qunyang County before.

Now ten years have passed, Meng Xun has grown into a young man, but the middle-aged scribe is still the same as he was back then, his eyebrows and eyes have not changed, as if time has not left a trace on his body.

In the afternoon, Feng Liancheng gradually became lively, Meng Xun returned to the tavern, ready to get some food, of course, he also wanted to meet the middle-aged scribe, but found that there was a young man on the high platform.

"Little brother, don't mind squeezing it!"

The middle-aged scribe came to Meng Xun's table and sat down with a pot of sake and side dishes.

Meng Xun nodded at him, and agreed to the middle-aged scribe.

"Sir, do you remember me?" Meng Xun was a little nervous, as if he had returned to the inn ten years ago, when he also wanted to come forward to talk, when the middle-aged scribe was on fire, and many squires had found the middle-aged scribe, and he had no chance to talk to the middle-aged scribe at all.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Meng Xun when he arrived at a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "The black-faced boy in Qunyang County who often holds at the door of the inn and listens to me speaks has grown up, and he has become less black, and he has become more handsome. ”

Meng Xun was a little embarrassed, he had experienced a lot in ten years, and he had forgotten a lot, but he remembered the middle-aged scribe, the reason why he longed for the monk was because he accidentally heard the middle-aged scribe talk in the inn when he was a child, and he was fascinated.

"I didn't expect Mr. to remember me!" Meng Xun rarely showed a smile, just like the honest boy back then.

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand to show that Meng Xun didn't need to be so excited, "Why do you do storytelling, not only can you speak, but also remember." ”

"It's one of my apprentices on the stage, what do you say?" The middle-aged scribe brought himself a glass of wine, saw Meng Xunkong's wine glass and wine jug, and shook the wine glass in his hand to indicate whether Meng Xun wanted to drink it.

Meng Xun picked up the middle-aged scribe's wine jug and poured a glass for the middle-aged scribe first, and then poured a glass for himself, and said that Mr.'s apprentice is handsome, but his storytelling skills are not as good as Mr.

The middle-aged scribe laughed, "I can't imagine that the old mountain village boy is now so slippery, so he is pouring you a glass of wine." ”

Meng Xun's face was rarely a little red, he wanted to tell the middle-aged scribe that he was telling the truth, and he didn't mean to curry favor with the middle-aged scribe. However, seeing the middle-aged scribe's sly smile, he didn't explain.

"Sir, why did you come to Fenglian City?" Meng Xun was not tempting, he felt that he had nothing to say, so he casually found a topic.

The middle-aged scribe poured another glass of wine, this time he didn't take a small sip of it, but went directly to his stomach with a glass of wine, "Fengliancheng was originally my home, and after wandering outside for more than ten years, it's time to return to the roots." Little brother, what about you? Why did you come to seal the city? ”

"Someone told me that she had news about my parents and little sister, and that the news had to come to seal the city. Meng Xun didn't hide anything.

After he left the Cloud Cliff Sect, he returned to the village again, and after paying respects, he returned to the home where he grew up and looked at a letter left by Xue Lan for him.

"I know you'll come back again, and if you want to know the news of your relatives, come to Fengliancheng to find me!

In just a few lines, you can see Xue Lan's intelligence. Because Meng Xun did not tell Xue Lan about his parents and little sister, but judging from the letter, Xue Lan had news of his parents and little sister.

Whether it's true or not, he has to come.

"Roar~" The middle-aged scribe played with the cup in his hand, "Now that the city is in full swing, there must be something big to happen." I think the little brother is not bad, is the purpose of coming to seal Liancheng at this moment really so simple?

Even if you really came to seal the city to find your relatives, it is not known what the purpose of the person who wrote to you was. ”

Meng Xun was silent, he had just come to Fenglian City today, but when he was still a few miles away from Fenglian City, he saw many monks going to Fenglian City. There are people from the sect of the cultivation of the true country, and there are also scattered cultivators like him.

Whether it was a sect monk or a casual cultivator, there was excitement on their faces, obviously there was some opportunity for Fenglian City.

"Sir, do you know the inside story?" Meng Xun knew that a middle-aged scribe was not simple, and he must be a monk.

Unlike foreign monks, middle-aged scribes and monks of Ningguo, a mortal country is already lacking in aura, and it is impossible to produce one or two local monks.

Meng Xun couldn't see through the cultivation of the middle-aged scribe, it was obvious that the cultivation of the middle-aged scribe was higher than him, and the lowest was the Qi cultivation realm, or even higher.

Most of the monks age slowly and have the art of rejuvenation. Although the scribe was middle-aged, his age could not be inferred from his appearance at all.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Meng Xun deeply, and saw that his eyes were clear, knowing that he really didn't know, so he slowly spoke.

"In the eighteen domains of Kyushu, all the Xiuzhen countries did not come out of thin air, they were all promoted from the mortal realm to the Xiuzhen realm after countless years of precipitation. And now that the Ning Kingdom is about to be promoted from the mortal realm to the Nine-Rank Cultivation True Country, the promotion of the kingdom will often be accompanied by chance.

Therefore, many monks want to take a piece of the pie when Ning Guo is promoted to the Nine Rank Cultivation True Kingdom, and even seize the luck opportunity of Ning Guo to be promoted to the Nine Rank Cultivation True Kingdom. ”

Meng Xun nodded and said, "I see, but sir, there must be more than just monks involved." ”

The middle-aged scribe raised his eyebrows and stared at Meng Xundao, "What else do you know?"

"I once saw a demon beast of the ninth grade of the Bigu Realm in Lingshui outside Qunyang County, this demon beast looks very strange, and the aura it exudes is no less than that of the Qi Cultivation Realm, it should be the overlord of Lingshui.

However, the demon beast left Lingshui and walked north along the drinking road. Now that I think about it, I know that the demon beast was originally seized the opportunity when Ning Guo was promoted to the Ninth Rank Cultivation True Kingdom. ”

"This brute!" the middle-aged scribe was furious, and the cup in his hand was crushed. He looked at Meng Xun's surprised expression, sorted out his emotions and said, "Gaffe, gaffe." ”

"Could it be that Mr. has seen that demon beast?" Meng Xun was a little curious, from the mouth of the middle-aged scribe, he could vaguely guess that the middle-aged scribe must have seen the demon beast of Lingshui, after all, the moat water in Qunyang County was brought from Lingshui.

The middle-aged scribe nodded and didn't hide it, "I do know that demon beast, I dealt with that demon beast once when I first arrived in Qunyang County. At that time, I wanted to take the beast as a mount.

After fighting with me, the beast was defeated and fled back to Lingshui. I chased after it, and fought with it for another day, because it had the advantage in the water, it was not easy to kill it, so I had to make peace with it, and let it not take half a step out of Lingshui for a hundred years, in order to prevent Ning Guo from coming out to stir up trouble when he was promoted to the Nine Rank Cultivation True Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, the beast finally broke his oath. ”

Meng Xun nodded, no wonder the middle-aged scribe was angry, the Lingshui Demon Beast was so rebellious, how could the middle-aged scribe not be angry.

"Sir, are you a member of the royal family of Ningguo?" After a moment of silence, Meng Xun asked, obviously a little abrupt.

"How could the little brother think that I am from the Ningguo royal family?" The middle-aged scribe smiled, his smile had no other meaning, he was really a little curious about why Meng Xun would say that.