Although Jiangyang City is only a county seat, there are 10,000 households in the city, so the surrounding city walls are also seven or eight miles long, which is not inferior to the Nantang Prefecture City of the Jin Kingdom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night is getting deeper, like thick ink that can't be dissolved, occasionally dotted with a few stars. Even so, in this city without curfew, the streets are full of people, and most of the shops on both sides are still bustling and bustling.

The lights are on.

Between the floating figures, two figures suddenly fell slowly from a roof under the moon, and immediately merged into the crowd on the street silently.

The speed of the two of them was not very fast, and it could even be called a leisurely stroll on this mortal street, but every step they took seemed to have crossed a few zhang away, and in a moment they crossed an entire long street.

The person on the right was wearing a satin-blue robe, his face was calm, and his eyes were leisurely, it was Fang Nan.

After dealing with the group of round-faced men, he didn't delay any longer and came to Jiangyang City, and finally entered the city before dark, and it had been more than an hour at this moment.

On the left side is a middle-aged man who looks to be forty or fifty years old, with a bearded chin and a black robe, looking quite a bit of fairy wind and bones, but his expression at the moment is a little restrained, and there is a faint look of awe in his eyes when he occasionally looks at Fang Nan.

This person is none other than the monk who was previously arranged by the Taiqing Taoist Temple to patrol this place, Fang Nan got the address of this person's usual residence from Li Qingshan, and after entering the city, he did not hesitate to find this fellow Taoist named Tang Huan, and explained his intentions.

I don't know if it was because he had already gotten the news from the Taiqing Taoist Temple, this Tang Huan Tang Daoist did not question Fang Nan's identity, but after greeting each other for a while, he said without saying a word that he obeyed Fang Nan's dispatch to exterminate the remnants of the Blood Demon Altar in this vicinity.

After all, this person is just a fifth-layer Qi refining cultivator, in comparison, Fang Nan's realm of the twelfth layer of Qi refining can be said to be unparalleled in the secular world, so it's no wonder that he is very respectful to Fang Nan!

From Tang Huan's mouth, Fang Nan also had a general understanding of Jiangyang City and the nearby villages, according to the other party, due to the proximity to the Fucheng, the previous rebellion of the Blood Demon Altar was not serious, and now under the action of the immortal cultivators, it has been missing for many years.

Therefore, they actually don't have an obvious enemy to deal with for the time being, and before Long Yan himself makes a move, all they need to do is to patrol everywhere to avoid any unnecessary chaos.

In other words, unless the forces of the Blood Demon Altar appeared during this time, Fang Nan estimated that he would be quite idle in Jiangyang City in the past half month.

Fang Nan didn't take Tang Huan's words seriously, what happened before had already shown that this Demon Sect was extremely hidden, and it was far from being as easy to deal with as it seemed, so after settling down a little, he took Tang Huan and patrolled the entire Jiangyang City.

Tang Huan's cultivation is low, it may be difficult to find anything abnormal, but Fang Nan is very different, he who cultivates with the Divine Concentration Technique, his divine sense can even be compared with the monks in the early stage of foundation building, if the Blood Demon Altar really has any signs of activity in this city, it is not easy to hide the clues from him.

Speaking of which, what made Fang Nan a little puzzled was that Tang Zixue had left the city early in the morning, but she had never met Tang Huan, and there was no news until now, and she didn't know if she had entered Jiangyang City.

"Maybe this girl just doesn't want to be with others......"

After pondering for a while, Fang Nan shook his head and took his thoughts back, Tang Zixue's cultivation was enough to have the peak of qi refining, even if he was alone, there was no danger, and he didn't have to worry about anything.

Suddenly, Fang Nan's footsteps paused, and suddenly stopped in place, as if he had found something, his expression moved, and he looked at a street intersection on the right.

Tang Huan behind him was stunned when he saw this, and he also stopped his pace and looked to the right.

I saw that only a few feet away from the two of them, a boy of five or six years old was holding a sugar gourd, squatting in front of a stall selling woodworking toys, looking around with curiosity on his face.

The boy was clever and cute, and his facial features were delicate, which provoked Tang Huan to take a look, but other than that, everything around him was not much different from other places, he looked at it for a long time and didn't find anything abnormal, and couldn't help but say suspiciously: "Senior Brother Fang, what are you ......?"

"It's nothing, just looking at this kid. ”

Fang Nan seemed to have reacted at this time, withdrew his gaze from the boy's body, smiled at Tang Huan, and said gently: "Fang Cai had no intention of glancing, and suddenly found that the face of this little guy was somewhat similar to the next old man, and he couldn't help but stop and take a look, now that I think about it, it is just a coincidence, and there is nothing to say, let's go." ”

"I see. ”

Tang Huan was a little stunned, and after looking at the boy again, he said with a smile: "There are countless mortals in this world, and there are countless people with similar appearances, this situation is much more common than the immortal cultivation world. ”

"Hmm. ”

Fang Nan nodded noncommittally, he himself was born as a mortal, so he naturally knew this, but with this Taiqingguan Taoist priest who had just met, there was obviously no need to say much. Immediately, he withdrew his gaze from the boy, lifted his heel slightly, and prepared to continue down the street.

However, at this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from the alley on the other side of the street, and a figure flashed, and a man in a cyan robe appeared at the entrance of the street, looking around with an anxious face, as if looking for someone.

When this person found the boy squatting in front of the stall, his face was relieved, and he hurriedly stepped forward and patted the boy's little head.

"Oh, it hurts, who is it!"

The little boy covered his head and stood up, and after muttering angrily, he looked back, but immediately shrank down, and said, "Dad, why did you find it?"

"You kid still have the face to say!"

The man in the green shirt snorted coldly and was about to reprimand, but when his eyes collided with the boy's pitiful eyes, he was inexplicably soft-hearted, bent down to pick up the little boy, and said with some disgust: "Stinky boy, sneak out and don't tell your father, next time you do this, don't expect your father to buy you sugar gourds to eat." ”

"Ah, don't~"

The little boy's little face suddenly fell, and he pulled the sleeve of the man in the green shirt aggrievedly and said, "It's a big deal, I listen to my father's words, and I won't sneak out in the future." ”

"It's like words. ”

The man in the green shirt turned a little pale, glanced at the carpentry stall not far away, and said softly a little helplessly: "You said that you stinky boy, you ran out just to see these carpentry gadgets, your father and I are a famous carpentry master around here, what do I want I can't do?