In the blink of an eye, a week has passed. In the streets and alleys of Yongshuo County, topics such as "the mysterious man flying the city lord" have gone from hot discussions to rarely mentioned.

Just when everyone thought that the city lord would be furious and use all his forces to take revenge on the strangers in the dust inn, the city lord's mansion fell into silence unexpectedly.

I only vaguely heard that that night, the family summoned all the clansmen and talked for a night in the main hall of the city lord's mansion. Everyone didn't dare to boo, only the eldest prince Fengsheng, who thought highly of himself, was still roaring, wanting to raise troops to retaliate. But he, who has always been held in the palm of the city lord's hand, was confined this time because of this proposal.

Since that night, the City Lord's Mansion has sent people to the Fuchen Inn every day to deliver all kinds of food and gifts to the two mysterious strangers who temporarily live in the Tianzi room, apparently admitting it.

However, the tents of soldiers and horses around Yongshuo County are gathering more and more, and the soldiers' equipment is becoming more and more rigorous, and they are obviously ready for battle at all times.

It's just that no fool would think that this is the city lord Feng Shao gathering troops and horses for his own personal grudges, and everyone knows that the big sandstorm is coming. At the same time, the door to that treasure is about to open......

For this reason, although the Yongshuo County City has been blocked, there are still more and more cultivators from all over the Huangnan River pouring into the Yongshuo County City, all of them have unique skills, and they have their own magical powers in the process of entering the city.

Entering the city was like a test. As long as the person who enters the Yongshuo county town, it is like getting a ticket to share the treasure.

Of course, Jun Yan thought that all this had nothing to do with him. Since Lingxian blasted away the city lord and his people a few days ago, Lingxian only rested for one night, and then left a sentence:

"Okay, this knock on the mountain and the tiger is enough to keep you safe, come back in about a week, wait for me!"

There was no figure, but fortunately, Lingxian didn't forget to throw himself a bag of gold coins when he left, otherwise Jun Yan would have to find a way to solve the problem of eating and drinking - those things sent by the City Lord's Mansion, Jun Yan didn't dare to eat them, since Lingxian was not there, it was better to be careful.

However, since there is no financial pressure, Jun Yan might as well give himself a vacation, sort out his thoughts, and plan his future path. Seeing the hawkers selling on the side of the road, Jun Yan couldn't help but think of Ling Xian's words:

The fate of the dead needs to be changed, and the fate of the living, whether it is joys or sorrows, has its meaning, and it cannot be acted upon, otherwise it will only outweigh the losses.

Adhering to this principle, there is no existence of Qin Ziqing, Liu Qingqing and Tong Mengying in the revival of the Supreme Fantasy Realm. Including that one, including the black shadow man hiding behind the scenes, too. Because they are all alive, their fate is not yet allowed to be rewritten.

Therefore, Liu Qingqing and Tong Mengying are still sealed in Longpo and are in a state of near death. If you want to really save them, you have to look at Jun Yan's efforts.

This result made Jun Yan's heart very complicated, both happy and sad. Happily, Sister Qingqing and Xiao Mengying's lives have not been rewritten by the Supreme Fantasy Realm, they are still their sisters and sisters, not a stranger with a new life. Sadly, they are still in a near-death state and are suffering.

Even with an existence of the level of Ling Immortal, it is said that it is very difficult to save such a seriously injured person.

Walking aimlessly on the streets of Yongshuo County, Jun Yan recalled over and over again in his mind all the things that happened before he met Lingxian, recalling every important node, and asking himself if there was a better solution.

Only by constantly reflecting, hypothesizing, and optimizing can we prevent past regrets from happening again.

"Hoo ......"

Taking a deep breath, Jun Yan looked up at the clear sky, trying not to immerse himself in the memories. Cultivators must not be paranoid, otherwise there will be demons born from them, and Jun Yan doesn't want to make such a childish mistake.

"Sell sugar gourds! Big sugar gourds! Big, sweet, and cheap......"

The snack vendor was still shouting desperately, although the streets of Yongshuo County were no longer bustling with him, a native of Yongshuo County, felt a little strange. But in order to make a living, hawkers have to come out and set up stalls.

Jun Yan's heart moved, and he walked over.

"Boss, bring me two sugar gourds...... Jun Yan picked two at random from the bamboo poles full of gourds, and then selected a few candies from the stall before "chatting":

"Boss, the city in Yongshuo County doesn't look peaceful these days, why do you still come out to set up a stall? I heard that the city lord was kicked out a few days ago......

Although it was just a talk, Jun Yan still ruthlessly made fun of the unlucky city lord, obviously the city lord's overtures were of little use.

"It's not like that, every time a big sandstorm comes, there will be chaos in this city, and I don't know why those cultivators who are usually high up in the sky are so fond of rummaging through the garbage of their predecessors, and taking the things of the dead will be punished!"

The stall that had been set up all morning is now open. As soon as the peddler, who looked to be in his sixties, opened his mouth, he gushed out:

"The soldiers sent by the emperor to guard the Great Desert are forced for this group of cultivators to watch the gate when they go to pick up the rags, why don't you guard against the Great Desert!"

"Cultivators picking up garbage, or going to the desert to pick it up?" Jun Yan took advantage of his young age, his eyes widened, and he blinked "unconsciously", looking like a curious little boy, which made people suspicious, and then asked:

"The sandstorm is coming, shouldn't you hide for a while? Is there any garbage to pick up in the desert?"

The old man who set up the stall wrapped the lollipop and candy and handed them to Jun Yan. By the way, he lowered his head and said mysteriously:

"Kid, you're also a foreigner, aren't you? We all know it in Yongshuo County! I heard the older generation say that the great desert was not a desert a thousand years ago, but an endless mountain! Later, many cultivators came to fight in the mountains, and the mountains were completely shattered, and it became a great desert. It's because it's a place where wars are fought, so there's a lot of good stuff left in it......"

"But the Great Desert is also very dangerous, I heard that there are a lot of people who have died in battle and have become lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in it, and the fierce drops are very fierce! This year, there are a lot of foreign cultivators in the Great Desert, and there are many who come and leave......

As he spoke, the peddler suddenly remembered that he shouldn't talk too much, and immediately changed his face, and admonished Jun Yan:

"The little doll asked what this is for? Old man, I am also hearsay, I don't know anything! Don't believe it, and don't think about joining in the fun! After buying something, leave, hurry up!"

"Huh, thank you, uncle!"

Jun Yan smiled, took the wrapped candy and turned to leave.

"It's probably impossible not to join in the fun. Jun Yan secretly said in his heart, "I'm afraid that a few days ago, my aunt said that she would take me to 'get something', this is it, right?"

There are not many pedestrians on the streets, and they all look like they are in a hurry. Jun Yan could sense that most of these pedestrians, who were masked or disguised, were not mortals in terms of breath, but cultivators.

Turning his gaze to the north, Jun Yan looked there, although it was still a clear sky, Jun Yan could always feel a sense of oppression that the mountain rain was coming.

That's right, it's the feeling again. frowned, this familiar feeling made Jun Yan very uncomfortable.

"I don't know what the conspiracy will be this time will be, but I definitely can't fail like last time......!

Secretly making up his mind, Jun Yan held a string of sugar gourds in his hand and stopped in front of a martial arts hall.

Jinghong Martial Arts Museum, there are four big characters on the plaque. This is exactly the destination of Jun Yan's trip this time. Looking at the gatehouse, Jun Yan walked in.

"Hey, you're here, do you want to ask for darts or learn martial arts......"

In the martial arts hall, a guy who was not burly greeted him with a smile, Jun Yan still knew this person, it was Wuhuan who entertained him last time.

Obviously, Wuhuan also recognized Jun Yan, and he stopped halfway through the rhetoric of entertaining guests, and greeted him more enthusiastically.

"Isn't this Young Master Jun Yan? Why did you come to the county town at such a time? Why, did you come by yourself?

Enthusiastically introduced Jun Yan to the door, and Wu Huan's questions came one after another.

"Little Brother Wuhuan," Jun Yan greeted politely and said straight to the point: "I came by myself." Is Uncle Qiu Xun here? I'm looking for him for something. ”

"Oh, you're here to find the Pavilion Master! It's just that the Pavilion Master has gone out and is not in the martial arts hall, as if he was invited by the City Lord, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back until the evening. Are you going to wait here for him to come back? or let me bring you a message?" replied Wuhuan.

Wu Huan's words made Jun Yan quite puzzled.

"I was invited by the city lord, the lord of this city, what did the military boss invite the director of a martial arts hall for?" Jun Yan said secretly in his heart, but he didn't ask much, just asking Wu Huan, this young man, probably couldn't ask for any useful information, so he smiled:

"Since Uncle Qiu Xun is not here, then I will come back another day and help me say hello to Uncle Qiu Xun. I'm staying at the Floating Dust Inn now, which is not too far from here, which is very convenient. ”

"Floating Dust Inn?" This time it was Wu Huan's turn to be surprised, and hurriedly admonished: "Young Master Jun Yan, if you live in the Floating Dust Inn, you have to be careful, don't offend strangers." I heard that there were two mysterious people in the Floating Dust Inn, a woman and a child, who blew the city lord away the day before yesterday......"

"Thank you brother for reminding me, I know about this. Jun Yan smiled indifferently and said, "The kid you just talked about is me." ”

Wu Huan was so shocked that he almost foamed at the mouth......

Back at the inn, Jun Yan threw away the food sent by the city lord as usual, and used a bowl of wontons he bought to pass the dinner. The evening sun has not set in the west, and the red glow has stained half of the sky, and a crescent moon in the east has been quietly hung.

Jun Yan took out the purple-gold ring pendant around his neck, summoned the mysterious pattern in the hole, and began to transform the cultivation of the curse mark on his body.

Recently, Jun Yan felt that his cultivation had been stabilized, and you had a tendency to move towards the next stage. What's more, as he calmed down in the past few days, and the various experiences he had experienced in the previous days turned into his own realizations, he felt as if he was about to gain something from the memories that had solidified in his mind......