Two years later, on the border of the Great Wei State, Xining Prefecture.

The Qingzhu Mountains, located in the northeast of Xining Prefecture, are named after the large green bamboo forests that grow in the mountains.

In the evening of this day, a white light flew from the distant sky, flew into the Qingzhu Mountain Range, and finally landed in a dense bamboo forest.

The white light flickered, revealing the figure of a young man in white, and the young man in white was none other than Wang Changsheng.

After leaving the Great Song Dynasty, Wang Changsheng entered the Eastern Tang Kingdom, he originally wanted to find a place full of spiritual energy to cultivate, but who knew that before he found a suitable place, the disciples of the Eastern Tang Dynasty Branch of the Taiqing Palace came to the door.

After a big battle, Wang Changsheng killed most of the pursuers, but he was also slightly injured, and then, he was chased and killed by several immortal cultivators in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the other party even sent a monk in the Yudan period, but fortunately, he saw that the situation was not good, and fled early, and did not meet the Jiedan monk.

After being chased and killed by several immortal cultivators in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Wang Changsheng no longer dared to stay in other countries, and went straight to the Tianwu Mountain Range.

In two years, Wang Changsheng traveled through more than a dozen countries and encountered dozens of ambushes, large and small, most of which were motivated by wealth.

The turbulent life made Wang Changsheng feel sad, and unconsciously, a seed of hatred was planted in his heart, and the seed sprouted, and he vowed that one day in the future, he must return to the Great Song Dynasty to avenge the revenge of the clan.

After the Qingzhu Mountain Range, and then through a big river, you can enter the Tianwu Mountain Range, and after the Tianwu Mountain Range, it is the Dongyu Immortal Realm.

Wang Changsheng let go of his divine sense and probed towards the bamboo forest in front of him.

After a few moments, he regained his consciousness and walked into the bamboo forest.

After walking for dozens of meters, a large thick fog appeared in the bamboo forest in front of him, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

Wang Changsheng flipped his hand and took out a transmission note and threw it into the thick fog.

After a while, a thick fog rolled over, revealing a passageway, and a noisy sound faintly came from the passage.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng walked in with his feet raised.

Wang Changsheng only felt that a flower appeared in front of him, and it appeared in a bustling valley.

On both sides of the street are buildings of different sizes, with bamboo buildings more than ten zhang high and flat bamboo houses.

Many cultivators, dressed in different costumes, either walked the streets, or entered and exited the buildings on both sides of the street.

Wang Changsheng turned around for a while, and then walked into a shop that sold books and classics.

The shopkeeper is an old man in gray with a scroll on his face, and he has a seventh-level cultivation of qi refining.

"Shopkeeper, are there any books that teach the language and writing of the Wu clan?" Wang Changsheng asked straight to the point.

"Yes, seventy spirit stones," the gray-clothed old man nodded, took out the red and white jade slips from the cabinet shelf, and handed them to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng took the jade slip, his divine sense invaded it and looked at it, and after a while, he withdrew his divine sense and nodded with satisfaction.

"I would venture to ask, are you going to the Tianwu Mountain Range?" the gray-clothed old man hesitated for a moment and asked.

"What's wrong?" Wang Changsheng said with a frown when he heard this.

"This" The gray-clothed old man's face was a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, just answer truthfully, I won't blame you," Wang Changsheng said lightly.

"Well, the junior suggested that it would be better for the seniors not to enter the Tianwu Mountain Range now, otherwise it would be bad to be killed by the white witch as a black witch," the gray-clothed old man said.

"What does it mean to be killed as a black witch?" Wang Changsheng asked.

"The predecessors are not locals, right? Otherwise, they wouldn't know that there is now infighting among the Wu Clan, and the White Witch and the Black Witch are fighting! The two sides have been fighting for more than a year, and some time ago, there were suddenly a few more high-ranking monks among the White Witches, and they defeated the Black Witch in one fell swoop, and the victorious White Witch is chasing and killing the Black Witch all over the world!

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng frowned, if what the old man in gray said was true, he would not be able to enter the Tianwu Mountain Range in a short period of time.

"Thank you for the shopkeeper's honesty, you don't need to look for it," Wang Changsheng thanked sincerely, threw a middle-grade spirit stone to the gray-clothed old man, and turned to leave.

In the next time, Wang Changsheng went to a few shops and inquired about the situation of the Wu clan, and the results were the same, the white witch was chasing the black witch, and it was strictly forbidden for foreign monks to enter, and there was no forgiveness for violators.

Wang Changsheng knew the White Witch Holy Witch Ling'er, but now that he had betrayed the Taiqing Palace, he did not dare to contact this old friend, fearing that the other party would hand him over to the Taiqing Palace.

"It seems that you can only live in Fang City for a while, and then enter the Tianwu Mountain Range when the war is over," Wang Changsheng thought secretly in his heart.

Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Changsheng came to a five-story inn.

Qingzhuju is the name of this inn.

A somewhat hunchbacked middle-aged man was settling accounts at the counter, without the slightest fluctuation of aura on his body.

"Shopkeeper, arrange an upper room for me," Wang Changsheng put a spirit stone on the counter and ordered.

The middle-aged man looked up, his face changed, and then he showed a smile, smiled, and said, "Okay, guest officer, please come with me." ”

With that, the middle-aged man walked out of the counter and led Wang Changsheng upstairs.

"Listen to the accent, the guest officer is not a local!" the middle-aged man asked casually.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, his brows furrowed, he glared at the middle-aged man coldly, and said coldly: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

The middle-aged man's face changed, he smiled, and didn't say anything more.

"Here, guest officer, are you still satisfied with this upper room?" It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to lead Wang Changsheng to a guest room on the third floor.

This room is located in an extremely secluded location, in the corner of the third floor.

"I'll call you again if there's something," Wang Changsheng threw a spirit stone to the middle-aged man and closed the door.

The moment Wang Changsheng closed the door, the smile on the middle-aged man's face froze, and his face became gloomy.

After a moment of uncertainty on his face, he turned and left.

Not long after the middle-aged man left, the door opened, and Wang Changsheng walked out of it.

He came to the corridor, looked down, and saw that the shopkeeper was still settling accounts at the counter, nodded, and turned back to the room.

The night gradually darkened, and the city was still brightly lit, and the streets were full of people.

The middle-aged man put away the ledger and walked out of the inn with his feet raised.

Not long after, the middle-aged man came to a teahouse, asked for a pot of tea, and drank it in the corner.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man dropped a few pieces of silver, got up and left the teahouse.

Not long after, the middle-aged man walked into a pawnshop.

The pawnshop was empty, and it didn't look like business was good.

"Guest officer, what do you want to pawn?" said the man in Tsing Yi with a smile.

"Look at how much this thing is worth," the middle-aged man glanced left and right, and took out a palm-sized round token from his arms, white on the front and black on the back.

When the guy in Tsing Yi saw the token, his face changed, but he returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and said casually: "Guest officer, although your brand looks good, it needs to be seen by the shopkeeper to determine the value." ”

"Then you can take it and show it to your shopkeeper!" The middle-aged man handed the round token to the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi nodded, held the token in both hands, and trotted towards the inner courtyard of the store.

It didn't take long for the guy in Tsing Yi to run out again, return the token to the middle-aged man with a respectful expression, and said, "Guest officer, the shopkeeper, please come in." ”

"Lead the way," the middle-aged man commanded, putting away the token.

It didn't take long for the man in Tsing Yi to take the middle-aged man into the inner courtyard and into a room.

An old man in a blue robe with a thin face sat at the tea table in the room, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand.

"Go outside and keep watch, and don't let anyone in," the blue-robed old man commanded.

The guy in Tsing Yi answered and retreated.

"Didn't you say it, don't contact me if there's nothing?" the blue-robed old man glared at the middle-aged man and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Back to Deacon Li's words, my subordinates saw a person today, he resembles Wang Changsheng, who has been hunted down in the sect," the middle-aged man said in a respectful voice.

"What? You read that right, is it really him?" the old man in the blue robe said with some disbelief when he heard this.

"It's hard to say, his subordinates have seen his portrait many times, and his appearance is deeply imprinted in the minds of his subordinates, but his subordinates can't tell if this person is Wang Changsheng who has been tracking in the sect, maybe it looks similar or not," the middle-aged man said with some uncertainty.

When the blue-robed old man heard this, his face showed a hint of thought, and after a while, he opened his mouth and ordered: "You will tell the truth about how you met this person, and you must not miss a single thing." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, told him how he met Wang Changsheng, and said the room where Wang Changsheng lived.

"You go back to the inn immediately, just treat him as if he doesn't exist, do your job well, and I'll do the rest, don't worry, when this person is arrested, your credit will be indispensable," the blue-robed old man commanded.

"Yes, Deacon Li," the middle-aged man turned to leave with a happy face when he heard this.

"Hehe, Wang Changsheng, if this person is arrested, it will definitely be a great achievement, it seems that you have to contact those guys with a thousand swords," the blue-robed old man muttered to himself in a low voice, a look of excitement on his face.

The next morning, Wang Changsheng walked out of the inn and wandered along the street.

Perhaps because of its proximity to the Tianwu Mountain Range, there were many strange-style witchcraft in some shops selling magic weapons, which opened Wang Changsheng's eyes.

These witchcraft are not much different from the magic weapons used by immortal cultivators, except that the style of witchcraft is strange compared to magic weapons.

As he walked, Wang Changsheng frowned, stopped and looked behind him, but he didn't see any strange people or things.

Wang Changsheng's eyes rolled, and he walked quickly in the direction of the valley.

Two years later, on the border of the Great Wei State, Xining Prefecture.

The Qingzhu Mountains, located in the northeast of Xining Prefecture, are named after the large green bamboo forests that grow in the mountains.

In the evening of this day, a white light flew from the distant sky, flew into the Qingzhu Mountain Range, and finally landed in a dense bamboo forest.

The white light flickered, revealing the figure of a young man in white, and the young man in white was none other than Wang Changsheng.

After leaving the Great Song Dynasty, Wang Changsheng entered the Eastern Tang Kingdom, he originally wanted to find a place full of spiritual energy to cultivate, but who knew that before he found a suitable place, the disciples of the Eastern Tang Dynasty Branch of the Taiqing Palace came to the door.

After a big battle, Wang Changsheng killed most of the pursuers, but he was also slightly injured, and then, he was chased and killed by several immortal cultivators in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the other party even sent a monk in the Yudan period, but fortunately, he saw that the situation was not good, and fled early, and did not meet the Jiedan monk.

After being chased and killed by several immortal cultivators in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Wang Changsheng no longer dared to stay in other countries, and went straight to the Tianwu Mountain Range.

In two years, Wang Changsheng traveled through more than a dozen countries and encountered dozens of ambushes, large and small, most of which were motivated by wealth.

The turbulent life made Wang Changsheng feel sad, and unconsciously, a seed of hatred was planted in his heart, and the seed sprouted, and he vowed that one day in the future, he must return to the Great Song Dynasty to avenge the revenge of the clan.

After the Qingzhu Mountain Range, and then through a big river, you can enter the Tianwu Mountain Range, and after the Tianwu Mountain Range, it is the Dongyu Immortal Realm.

Wang Changsheng let go of his divine sense and probed towards the bamboo forest in front of him.

After a few moments, he regained his consciousness and walked into the bamboo forest.

After walking for dozens of meters, a large thick fog appeared in the bamboo forest in front of him, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

Wang Changsheng flipped his hand and took out a transmission note and threw it into the thick fog.

After a while, a thick fog rolled over, revealing a passageway, and a noisy sound faintly came from the passage.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng walked in with his feet raised.

Wang Changsheng only felt that a flower appeared in front of him, and it appeared in a bustling valley.

On both sides of the street are buildings of different sizes, with bamboo buildings more than ten zhang high and flat bamboo houses.

Many cultivators, dressed in different costumes, either walked the streets, or entered and exited the buildings on both sides of the street.

Wang Changsheng turned around for a while, and then walked into a shop that sold books and classics.

The shopkeeper is an old man in gray with a scroll on his face, and he has a seventh-level cultivation of qi refining.

"Shopkeeper, are there any books that teach the language and writing of the Wu clan?" Wang Changsheng asked straight to the point.

"Yes, seventy spirit stones," the gray-clothed old man nodded, took out the red and white jade slips from the cabinet shelf, and handed them to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng took the jade slip, his divine sense invaded it and looked at it, and after a while, he withdrew his divine sense and nodded with satisfaction.

"I would venture to ask, are you going to the Tianwu Mountain Range?" the gray-clothed old man hesitated for a moment and asked.

Wang Changsheng turned around for a while, and then walked into a shop that sold books and classics.

The shopkeeper is an old man in gray with a scroll on his face, and he has a seventh-level cultivation of qi refining.

"Shopkeeper, are there any books that teach the language and writing of the Wu clan?" Wang Changsheng asked straight to the point.

Wang Changsheng turned around for a while, and then walked into a shop that sold books and classics.

Wang Changsheng turned around for a while, and then walked into a shop that sold books and classics.

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