The dark brown sky, with a few blood butterflies sticking to the towering dragon pattern pillars that were inserted into the sky.

On the ornate but quaint walls, there are crooked fonts, stranded on them.

The dark red bloodstains, on the gray-white handwriting, reflected the sunset that was about to raise its head, and it hung down again.

The sky is still grayish-brown, with a faint light red, just staying in a small corner, even if it is a sunset, it has a name.

Most of the scattered houses around are dilapidated, but those thick chimneys are still standing, so tough, so cold.

It seems that the temperature of this city, without these chimneys, would drop a lot.

Murky air, no smell of winter.

The warm air flow casually swept through this cold and lonely city, and the brown sky reflected the depression of this area.

The numb crowd of people can't say that they are hateful, but they don't want to take a second look, their eyes are thick with ice, the sun can't shine directly, and the refracted light hits other people's faces, as if it refracts the abyss of light, and it is a cold silence.

In this hot and dry domain, there is no trace of pure air, even if it is sunlight, it cannot be kept clean, and the light after passing through layers of medium is reflected in the sky above the domain one by one.

The scene also happened to be more suitable, the dim atmosphere, like the chaotic world at the beginning, full of traces of time, but this is a prosperous Kyoto!

Here, the color is monotonous, but I don't know when it began to leave the only hue, there is no pure color in it, even if it is that dark color, it is impossible to see, because the night full of lights is only gray, yes, this area is only gray.

This is the area that people dream of, and it's called Kyoto!

The "old man" with a cigarette holder in his mouth said that they were also young, and Ning Mu looked at the clear faces, obviously only in his teens.

The "old man" recounts that their youth has begun to grow old, and that they used to leave footprints in the city, which is a mixture of fists and sweat, but they say that they are old, and those footprints are also buried by the wind.

It's just that the mottled font on the wall still interprets immortality!

The dark brown of the city's sky had turned into a dull gray, and the glimmer of the sunset had finally disappeared, and a huge gray enveloped the city.

Those "old men" said that this was a region where eternal brilliance was shining, but Ning Mu looked at their clear faces, as well as the tall chimneys in this domain, he looked at it for a long time, and they seemed to fit.

And he finally admitted that they were old, and the traces of youth had dried up.

On the straight pillar of the dragon pattern, there are a few blood butterflies standing upright, for them, maybe in this imperial capital, they are the only ones left, and they are still so hard.

Ning Mu pondered for a long time, and then he realized that those "old men" said that those blood butterflies had been firmly glued to them by the dust in the smoke of the imperial capital.

It was as if they didn't move a step on the day they died, but only stood up, like the boundless city wall that was immortal.

This is the place that Ning Mu has spent more than three months looking for, the former hot summer has entered the deep winter, but he has an indescribable depression and heat.

Ning Mu walked quickly through the old city and approached the mottled city wall, and the two soldiers guarding the city blocked the road with a cold face: "Enter the city, ten heavenly spirit grasses!"

"What, ten Heavenly Spirit Grasses?" Ning Mu looked dumbfounded, and roughly glanced at the two soldiers. It's very strong, and they all have the strength of the third layer of condensation!

A soldier raised his eyebrows and muttered, "This is already very cheap, as a monk, you can't even take out ten Heavenly Spirit Grasses, right?"

"You can get it. Ning Mu had a feeling that he had been deceived, so he pretended to reach out and took out ten Heavenly Spirit Grass from his arms and handed them over.

The soldier stretched out his hand, and the Heavenly Spirit Grass disappeared immediately. Ning Mu was stunned for a moment, and what he saw was that a small soldier was actually equipped with a rare storage bag with even two Withered Moon Sects on his waist!

One is the old man who guards the female cave mansion, and the other is in the hands of the head of the house, perhaps, the person who watched the male cave mansion also has one, but these are not things that Ning Mu needs to understand.

"Let's go inside. The other soldier snorted, his eyes glazed over. Out of the corner of his eye, Ning Mu caught a glimpse that this soldier was also equipped with a storage bag like this, this is really really awesome!

He crossed the gate, and after walking a short distance, he approached the downtown area, and a hot and oppressive atmosphere came, which made him feel no better at all.

The people here are different, most of them are cultivated, the general condensation is three to five layers, only a very few people are not cultivated, but only because of the ten heavenly spirit grasses at the door, they feel noble.

Ning Mu looked all the way, and he was terrified all the way, there are not a few people here who are only cultivating at the seventh level of condensation, there are both men and women, and those who build the foundation and cultivate can also get one person every three or five times, and even, he has seen one or two people whose cultivation is unfathomable and can't see through at all.

In addition, there are flying swords coming and going all over the street, which is quite lively, and even some monks drive small flying boats carrying many female cultivators, so to speak, this is the real cultivation realm.

Because of the prosperity of the street, the women here are also dressed coolly, and there are countless good-looking female monks, which dazzles Ning Mu, even the gray sky is not so gray, and it is full of fragrance.

Ning Mu, like the people in the city, did not deliberately hide his spiritual power, but the first thing he did when he entered the city was to pull an uncle who had cultivated to the third layer of Qi Condensation, and asked, "This fellow Daoist, may I ask, do you really need to pay ten Heavenly Spirit Grass to enter the city?"

The uncle frowned, but seeing that Ning Mu was young but had the strength of the third layer of condensation, he didn't dare to slack off and said, "That's right." The defender of the castle is the Imperial Castle Guard of Kyoto, and he doesn't have the courage to cheat us monks out of money. ”

"Hmm. Ning Mu replied sullenly, secretly saying that it was really fucking expensive, and then thanked the uncle, walked around, and found a "flying sword shop" that looked good and walked in.

"Welcome!" The two female cultivators who were dressed very coolly at the door and had hot bodies bowed respectfully, but even these two female cultivators actually had the cultivation of the second layer of condensation!

Ning Mu secretly sighed at the strong background of this store, and also said that the quality of Kyoto people is really good, just like his body, he doesn't have to think about it, he is no different from a beggar, but he didn't get a roll of his eyes, tsk!

Ning Mu thought about it and walked in, and when he saw it, a gorgeous flying sword was placed in the crystal glass box of this store, and there were countless of them.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows, found a flying sword shining with fire, took a closer look, and immediately smiled, isn't this Xu Zihan's fire sword?

"Five hundred and eighty-eight Heavenly Spirit Grasses, poof, it's really expensive!" Ning Mu touched his chin and kept looking at this fire sword, looking quite interested.

A tall and tall female cultivator with a pretty face like a flower, and a very cool dress came over, first asked for a peace, and said coquettishly: "Son." ”

"Hmm. Ning Mu put away his playful expression, straightened his back, and nodded lightly.