Traceless Town is a very lively town, but it is exceptionally quiet, because there are many people here, they have different identities, skin colors, clothes and even the eyes of people, and there are many strange spirit beasts, many of which he has never seen in Chu State, and flying dragons hovering over the town.

All people, all creatures, maintain this strange quiet, as if God has deprived this town of all sounds, as if the most basic quality and rule of this town is to keep quiet.

There were a lot of people entering the town, and they basically gathered on a thoroughfare, forming a quiet mobile procession, and the wind did not cross and quietly mixed in.

The man who walked in front of him had a little girl in his shoulder, and the little girl's eyes had not left him since he appeared, and she reached out to grab him, and her mouth was bursting with a cheerful laugh.

"Girl, don't make a sound!" the man soothed the little girl's back with his hand, "Be careful of being caught by the devil at night!" As soon as she heard the word "devil", the little girl immediately shrunk her neck, quieted down, bit her little finger, and kept looking at the wind.

Feng Budu was speechless, and with a slight feeling of discomfort in his heart, he slowly moved in another direction and disappeared into the vast sea of people.

The weather in Nanban is a little hotter than that of Chu State, and the town of Wuxian is a little drier because of its proximity to the desert, and the delicate people can't come to this kind of place, and if they come, they must be cared for by the servants in every way.

There are also many Chu people in Wuxian Town, some are merchants, and some are traveling monks. And in this southern barbarian land, there are many tribes, and the tribes fight endlessly all year round, which adds a bit of gunpowder to this wild land.

However, in Wuxian Town, the forces of all parties still maintain greater restraint as a whole.

Feng Budu quickly understood the nature of Traceless Town, so he became a little more careful about his whereabouts, and settled in the deserted courtyard on the edge of Traceless Town at night. The courtyard was very dilapidated, and it was evident that someone had moved in before them, in the room on the east side of the courtyard, the door was closed, and the fire flickered inside.

The wind did not cross and did not want to disturb them, so he settled in the house on the west side.

The house was full of dust, and the roof had a big hole, and starlight shone in.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Budu removed all the dust on the bed, sat cross-legged, and the Xuan Qi in his body slowly flowed.

In the Immortal Mountain, it took him half a year to completely repair his physical body, because he lost the dragon hunting arrow, he could no longer practice the dragon slaying skill, and even the dragon path Xuan Qi was completely lost with him. At this moment, he only has the most ordinary Xuan Qi in this world, and it is also the weakest Xuan Qi.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully feeling the Xuan Qi in his body, although it had been repaired, but without the Dragon Dao Xuan Qi, many meridians and acupoints could not be activated at all. Because the divine consciousness was so badly damaged, even the eternal space could not be entered.

However, he has studied at Qingfeng Academy for several years, and has laid a deep foundation, and the exercises and tricks he has read are far beyond those of ordinary monks, and they are still much stronger than those of the same level.

In about two hours, Xuan Qi ran for seven weeks, and his energy had reached his current limit, and he could not get any closer.

He didn't plan to stay in Traceless Town for a long time, he thought about it in his heart, and planned to go to the town the next day to exchange some necessary materials, so he immediately set off for the Western Buddha Country, and he faintly felt that the curse on his body was even more difficult to suppress.

Just as he was about to rest, there was a sudden exclamation from the opposite side, and the faint light of the fire seemed to flicker.

He immediately approached the window, but found that the east room had been opened, a small monk was standing at the door, and there were two people next to the fire in the house, who were actually the father and daughter who met on the road today.

The little girl's face was no longer as cute as it was during the day, but she fell into her father's arms in horror. The man looked at the little monk at the door, his face was full of horror, and his face was already pale, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Hey, why are they so afraid of this little monk?" Feng Budu was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't dare to move, the little monk stood at the door, not moving, it was really a little scary in the middle of the night.

The little monk paused for a long time, and suddenly read: "Amo has lost his hair, the poor monk is ethereal, I have disturbed the two donors, forgive me!"

The little monk slowly retreated, the door naturally closed, and the voice of the father and daughter could no longer be heard in the room, obviously frightened by the little monk.

The little monk stopped in the courtyard for a while, did not leave, but walked towards the room where the wind did not cross. Feng Budu shrank his head back from the window, cleared his throat, and coughed violently, suggesting that the little monk was already here.

A light cough sounded, and the little monk really stopped, folded his hands, and said to the room where the wind did not cross: "Amitabha, the poor monk is ethereal, and he wants to disturb the donor for a night, I wonder if the donor is willing to spend a good night with the poor monk?"

Feng Budu trembled all over, only to feel that his skin was numb, and said, "There is no one in the house in the north, you go there to rest for the night." ”

The little monk's brows twitched slightly, he turned his head to look at the room to the north, stared for a moment, turned back to Feng Budu and smiled: "No fate, the poor monk wants to have a relationship with the donor, I wonder if the donor is willing to spend a good night with the poor monk?"

"Hold the grass, this bastard ......" Feng Budu couldn't help but curse in his heart, he had heard Xiao Qing say that the Nanban demon monks had been rampant in the past ten years, and he didn't feel at ease at that time, but when he saw it today, he felt that the Nanban had been a little bitter over the years.

"The Buddha said, don't curse!" the little monk interrupted him.

Feng Budu's brows furrowed, and he was about to see the demon monk of Nanban, so his head stretched out from the window, and he was about to scold, but he saw that there was no one in the courtyard, only a cold wind blew.

"Little monk, count yourself as fast as you run, otherwise you ......" Feng Budu snorted coldly and retracted his neck stupidly.

"Or else...... Would the benefactor be willing to spend the night with the poor monks?" a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Feng Budu's hair exploded, and he turned around suddenly, only to find that the little monk was already sitting cross-legged on the bed. Half of the little monk's face was exposed in the starlight, his eyebrows were clear, and he was a little relieved, but unfortunately the other half of his face was buried deep in the darkness.

Feng Budu's breath was much heavier, and he always felt that this little monk was a little evil. He didn't even notice when the little monk entered the room, which already showed that the little monk was not simple.

The little monk stared at him straight, he always had a feeling of being seen through, this feeling made him very uneasy, so he shy his chubby belly, and said: "You like this, I will give it to you, as for the good night...... I'll just forget it!"

After Feng Budu finished speaking, he immediately opened the door without looking back and rushed out. I only vaguely heard the little monk behind him sigh: "Amitabha, it seems that fate has not yet arrived!"

The wind does not cross the natural scolding in his heart, and he immediately took off into the air.

The town is close to the desert, and outside the courtyard is a Gobi Desert connected to the desert, the Gobi Desert is steaming, but it is very quiet, and when he looks back at the town, he finds that the town is dark, and the lights are almost all extinguished.

"What a strange town!" Feng Budu was a little helpless.

After coming out of the Immortal Mountain, I slept all the way, and finally found a place where I looked like a person, and I wanted to find some feeling of being a normal person, but I met a little monk who was evil and evil, and I couldn't help but sigh a little.

But soon, Feng Budu found out that he was not alone in suffering such an unfair thing, and the father and daughter just now also sneaked out and walked sneakily in the night.

"Daddy, I'm so scared!" said the little girl, in a suppressed voice, full of grievances.

The man was a little fat, carrying the little girl on his shoulder, the pace was not fast, he kept comforting the little girl: "Girl, don't be afraid, with Daddy, we will be home soon, your mother made fragrant corn porridge, waiting for us!"

"Really?" the little girl rubbed the man's ear with her little head, "Oh, then let's go back quickly, shall we? There are devils and bad bald heads here, I'm so afraid!"

The man's deep voice smiled: "Okay, girl, you hold it firm, Daddy is going to speed up!"

"Well, I've got it!" the little girl grabbed the man's hair with both hands and let out a bell-like laugh, "Drive, drive, run!"

The figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and the voice gradually disappeared, Feng Budu couldn't help but be a little dazed, and the voice of the father and daughter was still echoing in his head, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Feng Budu squatted in the Gobi Desert for a night, and when the first rays of sunlight broke through the horizon, he walked towards the town of No Trace.

As dawn approached, the town of No Trace came back to life.

There are three major industries in the town of No Trace: restaurants, refineries, and grocery stores.

Wuxian Town is located in Nanban, and the conditions are naturally not as good as those of Chu, and the wind does not cross and even suspects, this is already the best level in Nanban.

The restaurant is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, which has invisibly explained the class of customers, and the grocery store is also chaotic, and the wind does not cross most of the circle and does not search for what he wants. Eventually, his attention was drawn to the Refining Workshop.

He was also a refiner, and he had a special affection for the refining workshop, although most of the ones he saw here were ordinary refiners, and the refiners with the best skills were only at the level of the second-order refiners of the Chu State, they still couldn't stop his interest.

Most of these refiners are rough, the refining tools are not very exquisite, and even the weapons they refine are not aesthetic at all, but this can't stop the monks from buying, and slightly better weapons will cause quite a stir. However, he couldn't look down on any of these weapons.

Finally, Feng Budu stopped at the door of one of the best refining workshops in the town of No Trace, and walked in with a pleasant jingle sound.

The refining workshop is not large, but there is a large courtyard, and some stone piers have been built, which have been occupied by people at the moment, and there are many people standing and waiting, they are in groups of three or five, and their eyes all fall on the smelting room, as if they are waiting for something.

The smelting room is the heart of the smelting room, and those who know the smelting room can directly tell the level of this refining workshop.

A refiner like Feng Budu, who is proficient in refining, can judge the sound, rhythm, and temperature of tempering without looking at the smelting room...... And so on.

"It's going to work!" cried out one of them with sudden joy.

Feng Budu followed the voice and glanced at this person, who was also a refiner.