(My eyes hurt a little in the past two days, I owe a chapter first, and try to make up for it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow ~ Thank you again for the reward of May Bao children's shoes~)

After walking around the city for a while, He Miaomiao found that this place was a mix of monks and mortals, and many families lived a mundane life.

Especially the little scholar in the enlightenment period, which is equivalent to the Dao cultivation period, is not very old and has not long entered the Dao, and there are many people who marry wives and have children and serve their parents.

Confucianism emphasizes filial piety, and Taoism does not like to contaminate the vulgar relationship is completely opposite, if the parents are still alive, they will be raised until they return to heaven, and they can be independent.

The same is true for women who practice Confucianism and Taoism, they can marry and have children, they can travel abroad, and they can also go to the academy to practice, but their parents and relatives cannot be left behind no matter what.

The scholarly family of the Haotian Realm has been a monk for generations, and like the Taoist family, there are elders and elders in charge. And among ordinary people's homes, it is a great luck to be able to have an initiator.

Many inns in the city were guarded by mortal old men, young people ran halls, women did chores in the back kitchen or backyard, and those who entered the Tao read and practiced in the inner courtyard.

He Miaomiao walked along the river bank for a while, saw a relatively clean small inn, stopped and turned in. There were no guests in the lobby, only an old man sitting behind the counter, who looked to be nearly seventy, with gray hair and weak vitality.

He trembled and couldn't get up for a long time, and he saw He Miaomiao hurriedly waved his hand: "You don't have to get up, but there is a vacant room?"

The old man hurriedly hugged his fists and thanked him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Back to the fairy, there are empty rooms on the upper floors of the small shop, and each room has a hundred spirit stones." ”

He Miaomiao took out two hundred spirit stones and put them on the counter, one hundred of them were deposits, she took the token handed by the old man's hands, turned around and walked to the wooden ladder and went straight to the second floor.

The doors of the two rows of houses were all open, but the door was closed on the very edge, and the isolation formation was activated, and the breath was only second-order.

He Miaomiao didn't go into his divine sense to check, turned around and went to the empty house on the other side, entered it and closed the door, and threw out the two fourth-order super array disks that he had brought.

The room was clean and tidy, with the river outside the window, a low table with cushions by the window, and an empty bookshelf facing the bed.

He Miaomiao came through the teleportation array, and she was not tired of hurrying, but before setting off for Jixian Academy, she wanted to know more about this world. Among the books she bought, there were historical records and miscellaneous news, and after reading them one by one, she finally had a better understanding of the Haotian Realm.

This place also belongs to the Southern Spirit Realm, whose origin is earlier than the Canglan Realm, and can lead to four large immortal cultivation realms and five medium-sized immortal cultivation realms. He Miaomiao planned to experience several places that could be reached, and even the Qianyuan Great Realm, which had never been connected.

The distribution of the Haotian Realm described in the book is not different from the map of Qianrentang, He Miaomiao quickly skipped, and then took a few miscellaneous books and opened them.

Most of the information in the miscellaneous anecdotes is the subjective opinion of the monks, and there are differences in many places, but there is one incident about the invasion of the demons, which is exactly the same in every book.

According to the records, 100,000 years ago, an invisible black mist dispersed from the sky, descended to the ground and turned into ink-colored drops, and a drop became human-shaped and animal-shaped.

The realm of these monsters is high and low, and after being dispersed, they will be recondensed, and the strength of the monsters condensed again will decrease, but it is still not easy to completely destroy them.

The battle of demon subjugation has been fought in the Haotian Realm for nearly a hundred years, with countless casualties and devastation. In the end, there were ninety-nine Confucians in the refining period who gave up their cultivation for their lives and used their bodies as the foundation of the formation to let the demon clan dissipate in the Haotian Realm.

Each miscellaneous book has a different description, and all of them look thrilling, as if they want to vividly describe the earth-shattering battles in front of people's eyes.

He Miaomiao was shocked at first, and after a while, he wondered, what kind of formation did the ninety-nine great Confucians set up?

It is said that such an extraordinary formation should have a name that sounds majestic, but it is only vaguely mentioned in several miscellaneous books, and there is no meaning to say it in detail, as if it was deliberately ignored.

He Miaomiao hadn't come up with a reason yet, and when she saw that two of the miscellaneous books also recorded the location of the ancient battlefield, her doubts about the formation were suddenly put aside.

There are three ancient battlefields that have not recovered their aura so far, one is weak in demonic energy, and the treasures in it have long been vacated, and one is extremely rich in demonic energy, and non-primordial infants and above cannot enter it.

There is also a place located in the northwest, where the demonic energy is not strong or light, and it is a good place to experience treasure hunting during the Jindan period. The Northwest Battlefield includes mountains, rivers and ancient cities, covering a huge area and has not been explored so far.

There are enchantments and formations outside the battlefield, and you can enter the expedition after purchasing a token, and you will be at your own risk. There are countless monks who enter it, and very few come out, and only 12 out of 10 come out with treasures.

What interests He Miaomiao the most is that in the sleeves of Confucian cultivators who fell on the ancient battlefield, there are many treasures and scrolls to resist the demons, and it is for this reason that she travels, and there is no reason not to go.

He Miaomiao was full of anticipation, looking at the relevant records of the Northwest Battlefield, there was a sudden fluctuation of aura downstairs, followed by a few screams.

The formation at the other end of the second floor slammed away, and a Confucian cultivator of the Gathering Spirit Period rushed out of the door, went straight down the stairs, and before he could take a few steps, he was shocked by a Jindan period of coercion and fell to the ground.

He Miaomiao sensed that the coercion was only in the middle of Jindan, so she leaned out her divine sense and swept out, only to see two Taoist cultivators, a man and a woman, wearing the same sect clothes, standing in the middle of the hall with an arrogant face.

Her divine sense is stronger than most Jindan perfections, and she is very careful when she pokes out, and the two people below are unaware,

The female cultivator had a charming face, a pair of beautiful eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames, holding a three-tailed sable in her left hand, and pointing upstairs with her right hand and angrily reprimanding: "Just a junior in the spirit gathering period, you dare to hide my sect's spiritual things privately, so bold!"

The male cultivator beside her casually stretched out his finger and teased the sable whose eyes were rolling. There were three mortal corpses lying at his feet, one of them was the old man he had seen guarding the shop, and the other two were women, one old and one young, and all three of them died due to external forces.

He Miaomiao frowned slightly, these people didn't know the reason until they died, their eyes were wide and they couldn't blink, the old and the weak were weak, and their thin bodies were soft on the ground, looking extremely miserable.

Hearing the female cultivator's accusation, there was finally movement on the second floor, and the little Confucian cultivator in the late stage of the spirit gathering had a baby face, his face was full of tears at this time, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and retorted: "The juniors have never hidden any spiritual objects privately, please be aware of the seniors!"

Flying into trouble, he had no power to stop him, after being injured by coercion, it was difficult to get up from the ground, and when he saw the corpse in the lobby, he was even more grief-stricken, angry but did not dare to speak out.

The female cultivator snorted coldly, and the right hand she withdrew stroked the top of the white mink's head, and the words she said were simply unreasonable: "How rare the three-tailed spirit seeking mink is, I don't believe you are not moved when you see it! Besides, the silver frost was found in your store, you didn't steal it, who else could it be?"