Cheng Ziming left the Ghost King Temple, walked briskly along the road down the mountain, and soon surpassed the native barbarian who deliberately slowed down and became the first person to lead the team. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mountain road was tortuous and winding, Cheng Ziming was extremely fast, and soon came to the foot of the mountain. I saw that the downhill avenue and a straight road converged to form a T-junction. According to what the female ghost said, Cheng Ziming turned left without hesitation, and Xin Yue held a wooden umbrella and followed closely. The native barbarian was silent and followed Xin Yue all the way.

Although the road at the foot of the mountain is smooth and easy to walk, there are many paper dolls, paper cows and horses, and paper houses and courtyards on the side of the road, and the bottom is pressed with large stones and placed next to the wooden coffin. Not only that, but the pavement was also sprinkled with paper money, which was blown away by the wind, hanging on the branches of trees, or falling to the feet. Even though it's broad daylight, it looks very scary.

According to the female ghost Xiuniang, the people here have the custom of sacrificing their dead relatives on the roadside. And when the hundred ghosts migrate, this kind of memorial activity will become more grand, and the paper money will be scattered in the sky and the earth like snow, and the foggy avenue will be full of ghosts, and it is even impossible to distinguish which ones are paper puppets and which are dead ghosts.

"This place is really special!" Cheng Ziming complained in his heart as he quickened his pace. The spiritual energy in this small realm was extremely weak by the yin qi, and he was unwilling to spend the spiritual power in his body to exert the clear wind retreat, and he relied on his feet alone to move forward, and the speed of his movement was naturally not too fast.

After a long time, he finally came to the fork in the road that the female ghost Xiuniang said, turned onto the path, and finally disappeared the unlucky paper puppets and the overwhelming paper money, and Cheng Ziming was finally in a better mood.

Initially, the path was flat and lined with neat wheat fields on both sides. After a while, the road became potholes, and the side of the road turned from a field to a large lake. Although the surface of the lake is not frozen, the water is very cold, and you will feel a burst of cold air when you pass by the lake.

After walking along the lake for a while, after crossing the stone arch bridge, there is a forest of pavilions. If you look closely, it turns out that 16 pavilions were built together to form a 4-by-4 phalanx. Ordinary pavilions are built between mountains and rivers, and the specifications of 16 wooden pavilions like this are still very special and rare. Therefore, Cheng Ziming couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Not far from the pavilion, there are a number of dwellings, and the houses are undulating one after another to form a village. At the entrance of the village, there is a tall door sign with a plaque of "Cold Spring Village".

It was now close to 10 o'clock in the middle of now, and smoke was rising from the chimneys of every house, and the entrance to the village was very deserted, except for a few children playing around a big wooden sign in boredom. The wooden sign was more than a man tall, wide and eye-catching, with a pergola built above to shelter from the rain, and two thick straight wooden stakes nailed deep into the earth below. A sign in large letters is attached to the wooden sign. It reads: "Urgently recruit immortal masters to guard Hanquantai for three days, the reward is a hero's post, please come and go to the immortal master to negotiate with the village chief." ”

Cheng Ziming stood in front of the wooden sign for a moment and carefully read the few words of notice twice. At this time, Xin Yue, the soul clone, also came up and stood quietly beside Cheng Ziming. The closer the clone and Cheng Ziming's body got closer, the more he felt that his thinking was quick, and he had already withdrawn the soul clone and regained his previous feeling of intelligence. This is probably because the closer the soul clone is to the main body, the stronger the effect of divine consciousness superposition.

At this time, the native barbarian had already rushed over, he followed to the front of the wooden card, glanced at it a few times, looked around a few times, and then walked silently to the lake, found a big stone and sat down quietly, his eyes drifted to Xin Yue from time to time, and he looked like he was following him.

The children who were chasing each other under the wooden sign had already hid timidly in the alley at the entrance of the village when they saw a stranger. A few children poked their heads out of the wall where they were hiding, and looked at the barbarians curiously. I heard a crisp female voice say from afar: "Little stunned, what are you doing? Just now, your mother was looking for you everywhere to go home for dinner?"

"Sister Liniang, there are some strange people at the entrance of the village, are you waiting for the immortal master to arrive?" the tallest child among the children retracted his head into the wall and replied in a low voice.

"Oh?" Cheng Ziming couldn't help but move when he heard the word Liniang. I saw that in the alley where the child was hiding, Tingting walked out of a young girl, her jet-black hair was tied in a bun at will, and then combed into a fluffy long braid, which was lightly put on her chest. The light cyan embroidered blouse and the dark blue coarse cloth skirt hung down to the ground, looking graceful and slender waist.

The girl walked quickly to the sign, looked at the barbarians in Tuhaha, and then looked at Xin Yue, who was gloomy and hiding under the wooden umbrella, and finally bowed her head timidly and gave Cheng Ziming a salute, and asked: "Little girl Liniang, she is the maid of the ancestral hall in the village, dare to ask how many immortal masters are from outside?"

Cheng Ziming saw the girl's thick eyebrows and apricot eyes, long eyelashes covering the low-hanging eyelids, black and clear eyes, ruddy lips and white teeth, two dimples on the fleshy cheeks appeared and disappeared as she spoke, although the facial features were very similar to the female ghost Xiuniang, but with a kind of girlish brightness and beauty.

"Yes, in the next Cheng Ziming, he is an immortal master who came in response to the notice. In addition to Zai Xia and these people, there are many companions who will follow. Cheng Ziming nodded slightly.

I saw Liniang's eyes light up, and she said loudly: "Great, the village chief has been sending little girls to check on the village from time to time since the day before yesterday, and today finally ushered in the immortal master." The little girl will go to spread the word, please ask the immortal master later, and the village chief will come to greet her in person immediately. ”

After saying that, Li Niang gave another salute, and then hurriedly walked towards the village. After a while, I heard a burst of gongs and drums in the village, followed by a noisy discussion and noisy footsteps. A chubby middle-aged man hurriedly walked to the entrance of the village surrounded by the crowd, and when he saw Cheng Ziming, he knelt on the ground with a puff and said loudly: "Zhao Dafu, the head of Hanquan Village, led the villagers of this village to welcome the immortal master. ”

As the village chief knelt down, the crowd behind him also quickly followed and knelt down. Li Niang squeezed in the crowd, peeked at Cheng Ziming when she knelt down, and secretly stuck out her tongue lightly. Her small actions naturally couldn't hide from Cheng Ziming's eyes. Cheng Ziming can probably guess these careful thoughts of the girl. It's nothing more than that when Li Niang saw the immortal master for the first time, she just gave a salute and didn't bow down, and at this time, she was a little worried that the poor etiquette just now would make the immortal angry with her.

As an immortal cultivator, Cheng Ziming naturally didn't care about anything with these mortals. As a Templar Spirit Disciple, Cheng Ziming would only care about how to complete the task safely, and would not worry too much about these mortals. So he casually said, "Get up." At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he secretly performed a trick to drive the wind, and out of thin air, a strong wind helped the village chief and the kneeling villagers up.

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