He Miaomiao was observing the people here, and they were also quietly watching her.

She stood not far away in red clothes, her skin seemed to be shining softly, and her black hair was tied up on the top of her head and scattered down, looking out of place and very eye-catching.

The women with bamboo baskets squirmed together, pretending to be unintentional, occasionally glancing at her, curious about the origin of her outfit, but not daring to look at it for too long.

There was a strong man pushing a cart to pull goods, and he also glanced at amazing eyes from time to time, but in her eyes that she couldn't say whether it was cold or emotionless, her heart was beating rapidly, and she immediately lowered her head and didn't dare to look again.

Even if the aura on the monk's body was constricted to the extreme, it was still different from ordinary mortals, and when she walked towards the city gate that had not yet been opened, no one dared to look at her, and even a few timid women were already shocked by her aura, and their feet were weak.

He Miaomiao didn't really care much about those eyes, but there was a world of difference between monks and mortals, and she wouldn't deliberately explain anything because of the fear of these people.

In her spare eye, she suddenly saw a young girl standing in the corner of the city gate, who was still secretly glancing at her, and simply stepped forward, and in the surprised and frightened eyes of the other party, she asked in a slow tone: "What is the name of the demon beast on your clothes?"

This girl is not very old, about eighteen or nineteen, I thought that she would not be found if she peeked, but who knew that He Miaomiao would come up directly to interrogate, and her indescribable momentum made her want to cry.

Seeing the constant change in the expression on her face, He Miaomiao could only wait patiently for a while, and finally said something intermittently.

"No, it's not, it's not a monster...... Yes, it's a sentence, a wooden god sentence. ”

He Miaomiao nodded, seeing that she was still terrified, she simply turned around and left the city gate and burrowed into the suburban forest, planning to wait for them to leave, and then make a trick before entering the city.

Sitting down in the shield of the two fourth-order array disks, thinking of the wood god that the girl had just said, He Miaomiao only felt more doubts in his heart.

It is impossible for the mundane realms, beliefs and totems here, not to be influenced by the hidden sect. The demon beast with a human-faced bird body and a double Jiao on its feet had some similarities with Candle Jiuyin, and it was impossible for them to imagine it themselves.

But the monk is to seek the Tao and become an immortal, and there is almost no god to say, and the last time she saw the word "god" was in the analysis of the jade slips of the Wu clan.

"Could it be that the Hidden Sect is related to the Wu Clan?" He Miaomiao recalled the stone house where she lived temporarily, and when she thought about it, those slightly larger stones, in addition to the patterns that resembled formations, seemed to be really painted with deformed sentences.

Thinking of this possibility, her heart involuntarily jumped!

The Wu clan disappeared without a trace at the end of the primeval period, and it took an unknown number of years for the Canglan Realm to evolve before there were human races and cultivators again. Relying on the words in the "Medicine Sutra" and the remaining witch texts, as well as various understandings of the Heavenly Dao, the Canglan Realm prospered again.

She has seen a lot of jade slips analyzing the Wu clan, and she has always agreed with one point - if there were no words handed down by the Wu clan, Dao Xiu would never have been brilliant today.

Perhaps, in ancient times, there would always be people with talents who realized the supreme avenue, but it was absolutely impossible to have an epiphany at the beginning of ancient times to realize the cultivation method of sensing the Dao method of heaven and earth.

Those witch texts that describe the witch tribe sensing heaven and earth and cultivating their own bodies were shortcuts for monks in ancient times. It was according to the guidance of the Wu clan that I followed this path and finally got a glimpse of more different paths and realized various ways of cultivation.

There is also the use of spiritual plants in the "Medicine Sutra", which led the ancient monks out of the predicament when they reached their limit and could no longer continue to comprehend and advance, and developed pills to assist in cultivation and break through to a higher realm.

Today's cultivation world is indeed prosperous and prosperous, but the Wu clan must have reached its peak before it was wiped out, and if you can get a glimpse of the cultivation method of the star, it will be a great inspiration to the monks. No matter how bad it is, I found a few fragments of the "Medicine Sutra" that were not available outside, and my comprehension of the elixir spirit plant could also make progress.

He Miaomiao's mind was difficult to calm down for a long time, if the Yin Sect was really related to the Wu Clan, then her accident this time could be regarded as a rare opportunity!

On this entire island, there could be no monks other than the disciples of the Hidden Sect, and the mortal realm would only be affected by the Hidden Sect lineage. Maybe what they passed on by word of mouth was the "Medicine Sutra" that alchemists had coveted for a long time.

Thinking of this, He Miaomiao couldn't stay any longer, got up and cast a trick to make herself look no different from the local mortals, and then put away the formation and came to the city gate again.

The sun was shining, and the heavy gates had long since opened to the sides, guarded by four young soldiers. The soldiers were naked, and they painted colorful ornaments on their bodies with dyes that exuded the smell of plants, like the transformation of sentences.

Dressed in jute shorts and with animal skins tied around their waists and two throwing knives stuck diagonally on them, they stood facing the outside of the city, holding spears with solemn expressions, and did not interfere with the ordinary people entering and leaving the city gates.

The way they looked out of the city was as if they were watching the woods in the suburbs, as if there was some threat there.

Thinking of the aura of mortal beasts that he had just noticed in the forest, He Miao estimated that these soldiers were all to prevent the invasion of beasts, not to charge a fee for entering the city like the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

She saw that the people who entered the city did not look at the soldiers much, and they did not squint, and walked into the city with small steps that were not very comfortable.

The stone houses in the city have different shapes, some are square and some are round, some are tall and some are short, and each house is made of irregular stones. Just like the stone houses of the Hidden Sect, the big stones are painted with those strange patterns, and the small stones are painted in six colors.

The wide, clean streets are bustling with people, men and women, young and old, smiling, shouting about their good goods as they do business, attracting the buyers of restaurants or the housewives of the house to bargain.

Through the streets and alleys, to the most lively Dongcheng in the early morning, the hot steamed buns have just come out of the cage, the noodles and rice noodles on the fire are still rolling, and the whole street is shrouded in a faint white mist.

For a while, she didn't want to think about the noise and chaos of the immortal cultivation world, she just wanted to take a leisurely stroll on the bustling streets.

Watching and strolling around the various food stalls, although there is no appetite, but it is also satisfying. After a while, she suddenly saw people gathered in piles, running towards the north of the city with excitement on their faces, and there were words in their mouths, as if something great had happened.

She was about to eavesdrop, but she saw a short-haired middle-aged man dressed in a short hexagram with a green pattern on his arms, standing at the corner of the street and shouting excitedly: "Oh, hey, hey! Everyone go quickly! Wu Zhu is about to leave the palace! If you don't leave, you won't be able to squeeze through!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people who were still busy doing business on the street all left their work in their hands and ran towards the north of the city in a crowd.