"Ten thousand years of Pingzhou City, three thousand array mages! The first floor of Langya has broken through the world, and millions of monks have passed Pingzhou!"

This is a description in the "Kyushu Miscellaneous", describing the Pingzhou Langya Tower, which has endured wind and rain and has become famous for all generations, as one of the six main cities of the six main cities of the six arts of cultivating immortals, Pingzhou Langya Tower has its own different charm standing in the world.

The blue brick city wall, the bustling streets, and the prosperous high-rise buildings in Pingzhou City, and among them, standing on the city gate, looking into the distance, the highest place, the five-color pennant is flying in the wind, if there are monks with excellent eyesight, maybe they can also see the five-color pennant above, the dignified and bright "Langya" two words.

On the city of Pingzhou at night, in addition to the bright lights, there are countless flying magic weapons that flicker with various colors and symbolize different attributes to gather the night sky like five-colored fireworks, looking at it from a distance, there is really a sense of prosperity and prosperity.

"What's going on?" The old man who had been busy all day tried the beads of sweat on his forehead, and was quite puzzled when he saw that the stall was crowded, and in addition to the lively mortals, there were many greedy monks who were eager to try it, and muttered in a low voice.

"Do you still need to ask?" The three monks dressed in Kunlun sect costumes in front of the stall turned around, and one of them reached out to put his hand on the shoulders of the two Ling, but it was a pity that the monk turned sideways and avoided him, and then just lowered his head and played with the long sword in his hand, making a clanging sound from time to time.

"100,000 monks gathered in Pingzhou!" the disliked monk in the middle seemed to have long been used to it, and smiled disapprovingly, "I'm going to have a final fight with that devil's men." This time, we gathered in Pingzhou. That's why it's so big!"

The mortal old man looked at him blankly for a moment. He replied in a low voice: "Hey, it has nothing to do with mortals like me. ”

It was rare for the enthusiasm to surge, but he didn't think about it, but the mortal old man gave him such a response, Zhu Xingyuan's face froze, and he looked at the mortal old man in a daze: "Sir, didn't you hear clearly?"

"Even though I'm old, I can hear clearly. The mortal old man replied in a low voice. "The monks have things that the monks have to worry about, and I have mortal things that mortals have to worry about, but if they are not mine, what should I do?"

"What do mortals have to worry about? Isn't it just worrying about food and clothing? How long does that little thing take up?" Zhu Xingyuan didn't care, and blurted out, and Mo Wen on the side didn't even have time to stop it.

The mortal old man snorted softly: "You don't have to eat and drink when you wait for the monks to cultivate, this means that you are naturally a small matter, and it is a big matter for us." Mortals are always different from monks. The old man still has to be busy, you can wait!"

Zhu Xingyuan was speechless when he said this. I just touched my nose and laughed twice. No more words.

After standing for a while, smelling the fragrance coming from the stall, Gu Lang, who had been playing with the sword for a long time, raised his head and suddenly sighed: "If Jia Jia is here, she may want to take a look." ”

Although he acts like a qualified monk, but in the end he is a woman, and some of the little daughter's temperament in Jia Jia has not dispersed. Not to mention, take Jiayuan City as an example, the snacks and gadgets in it have already been visited by her.

"Let's go!" Mo Wen stretched out his hand and patted Gu Lang's shoulder, Gu Lang bowed slightly, and the three of them, along with the speechless Zhu Xingyuan, quickly disappeared into the bright lights.

In the corner of the stall, there were two monks wearing hats, one of whom was holding a mortal's chopsticks and spoon, as if he was a little difficult for this mortal's snack, and after studying it for a long time, he carefully picked it up and sent it to his mouth, but he screamed softly in pain: "Scalded!"

His companion's petal-shaped lips pursed slightly: "This mortal object is not as thoughtful as ours. ”

But the monk chuckled, covered his scalded lips and just laughed: "Flowers, don't talk like that." But it's also interesting, this is the first time this seat has been burned!"

The monk who had been called the Lotus Flower smiled, but did not continue to speak.

It was not until the monk's soft, slightly exaggerated shouts that the bowl had bottomed out, and the monk suddenly stood up, smiled and went straight to the corner of the street, where he heard a burst of noise, and then saw many mortals wearing various masks and began to march through the streets.

"Hehe!" the well-fed monk crossed his arms and chuckled, "It's interesting, Nianhua, what do you say?"

These two people are not on the side, they are the rare "idlers" in the world at this moment - Shaoxin is also.

You Lianhua glanced at the monk lightly and nodded, but he was noncommittal.

Stretching out his hand and sweeping, a Rakshasa ghost and a beauty picture mask were already in his hand, and he handed the beauty picture mask to You Lianhua, and Shaoxin pasted the mask of the Rakshasa ghost: "Although you entered the demon gate according to my will, in the end, you have more contact with the things of Buddhism." In fact, if I knew that you had such a soft heart, I wouldn't insist that you go to the Demon Gate. ”

"It's a flower. You Lianhua was silent for a moment, then responded lightly, stretched out her hand and put on the mask of the beauty picture, with an inaudible sigh.

But in the blink of an eye, he was mixed in with the masked crowd on the street.

But he said that Mo Wen, Gu Lang and Zhu Xingyuan, who were walking towards Langya Tower, saw that the long streets on both sides were brightly lit, and monks with masks or mortals were wandering mightily.

The three of them were not interested in any of these things, so they only glanced at them and stepped aside, waiting for the crowd to disperse.

With the sound of gongs and drums, masked monks and mortals danced in front of the three of them.

Halfway through the discharge, I suddenly felt a cool breeze in my ears, although the three of them had different personalities, but in the end, the task in the Law Enforcement Hall was not done in vain, and they had already had an extraordinary tacit understanding, and the natal magic weapon was shot at the same time, and a cold blade flashed in front of them.

The three of them had amazing eyesight, and they raised their heads suddenly, but at the same time, their eyes were solemn: "Xiao Baiye!"

But seeing Xiao Baiye put the mask of the Rakshasa ghost on top of his head, he turned sideways as if he was talking to a monk. seemed to be aware of the movement here, but when he saw the fireworks rise, they were brilliant and blooming in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, he could no longer see the shadow of Xiao Baiye.

Looking at the crowded masks, the mask of the Rakshasa ghost is a common kind of mask for service, and many monks on the street have worn such masks: to find Xiao Baiye from the vast sea of people is tantamount to taking chestnuts from the fire: looking for them one by one? Obviously, it is impossible, this is not Mingding City.

In addition to paying a certain amount of spirit stones to Kunlun every year, Pingzhou City is not in Kunlun's hands for other things. At this time, 100,000 monks gathered in Pingzhou, and it was a busy time, and it was Mei Qihe, the head of Kunlun, who personally mentioned this matter, and I am afraid that most of them would not let them come nonsense.

Xiao Baiye's betrayal of the master, although the world's monks are convincing and the voice of condemnation is impressive, but most of them are just lip service, Kunlun since Miao Wuhua was the first to enter the dust, and the relationship with the major sects, that is, the alliance Shushan is extremely delicate. It can be said that many people will say a few words in private: "Kunlun Tree is a big move, even if it loses a Tibetan god, it always doesn't matter!"

The three of them glanced at each other with a wry smile, and casually pulled off the masks of several rakshasa ghosts, since it was impossible to find Xiao Baiye again.

But at a glance, it disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and they didn't even know if Xiao Baiye would go out of the city now, so how could they talk about finding someone? Mo Wen and Gu Lang both shook their heads slightly: If you want to find Xiao Baiye, it is really not optimistic.

Instead, Zhu Xingyuan hooked the corners of his lips: "It's okay, don't worry about the two of you." Even if he returns to the master now, Xiao Baiye's house will never leave. Although Zhu Mou did not have much contact with him, he ...... "Xiao Baiye, who has been stationed in the Nameless Treasure Hall all the year round and looks at the world coldly, is a smart person, and the same Zhu Xingyuan is also, for no reason, maybe their two smart ways are a little resistant to each other, it is because Zhu Xingyuan and Xiao Baiye have nothing else except for the greetings of meeting."

But perhaps it is precisely because he is not used to seeing and is far away, Xiao Baiye has always been watching from an outsider's point of view, and he can see things that others have never seen: "Xiao Baiye is lonely and arrogant, don't worry! If he wants to, he will not be seen by us, if he is not passing by by accident in Pingzhou City this time, Zhu dares to guarantee that Xiao Baiye will stay in the city." ”

It can be said that Zhu Xingyuan, who is not as hippie and smiling as usual, is still very convincing, Gu Lang and Mo Wen glanced at each other, and after the crowd passed, they did not stop, and went straight to Langya Tower in Pingzhou.

Kunlun only arrived a few days ago, although the cultivators don't care about things outside the body, a futon is enough to meditate and cultivate, but 100,000 monks gather in Pingzhou such a grand event, in Pingzhou Langya Tower 10,000 people meditate, I am afraid that Langya Tower has to sit and wear, and such a major matter discussed, can not be discussed in front of the public!

Therefore, early in the morning, the owner of Langya Mansion united with the lord of Pingzhou City to make proper arrangements, with Langya Building in the middle as the boundary, Kunlun stayed in the tavern inn of the southeast generation.

And the monks above the Tibetan god and the heads of various factions all stayed in the Langya Tower.

Although the lights outside the street were bright, the Langya Building was heavily guarded, and after layers of checks, the three of them were able to enter and go straight to the Tianzi No. A VIP room where Mei Qihe lived.

When they got closer, they heard a faint sound of discussion coming from Mei Qihe's residence, Mo Wen, Gu Lang and Zhu Xingyuan glanced at each other, they all nodded, their steps were a little heavier, and they stepped forward.

Sure enough, soon, I heard a soft cough from the house: "Come in!"

(To be continued......)