Qingyang City, located in the northwest of the Lianyun Mountains, looks from a high altitude from afar, only to see the fertile fields as far as the eye can see, and the Qingdai mountains are faintly visible on all sides, forming a natural barrier. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The grass is full of meadows, full of pleasant colors, and the mountains stretch endlessly, a scene full of life.

The majestic castle was built between several successive cliffs, flanked on either side by steep blades, with the walls rising from the cliffs to the horizon. The tall and majestic gates are imposing, and a meandering moat flows slowly around the gates.

Even though it was a hundred miles away from the void, the extraordinary momentum of Qingyang City could still be seen, and there was a faint halo covering half of the sky, it was conceivable that this was not just an ordinary halo.

When Luo Xuan arrived at the city gate, his heart was still excited. When he left Qingyang City, it was night, he fled all the way in the mountains and wilderness, and it was not the main gate of the south, how could he have the opportunity to enjoy the scenery like this, and he looked carefully at this moment, which was really worth the trip.

Yu Lao once said that the Eastern Regions are vast and vast, and the human race only occupies a very small number of relatively small geographical locations that are easier to survive, while more precipitous mountains and rivers are occupied by all kinds of demon spirits. He once specifically mentioned that in the Eastern Regions, the most central place is the Central Plains with the Three Realms City and Qingyang City as the center, the demon spirits here are not strong, and the threat is not great, plus the Nine Cities themselves are all strong fortresses, and the peace of the cultivators of the human race is also the basis for the people of the Eastern Regions to survive, thus laying the foundation, and then relying for the prosperity of the people.

The inner city of Qingyang City is several times larger than that of Qingyang Town, Luo Xuan, who followed the endless flow of people to pay taxes into the inner city, walked around for half a day, and only then did he walk around three long streets, and the dazzling variety of groceries opened his eyes, not to mention, but also saw many treasures that Yu Lao had mentioned but had never seen, as well as countless utensils for cultivation purposes.

And this is just a corner of the main street in the inner city, although it is relatively remote, but it is not the most lively Xiuzhen market.

He had heard Yu Lao tell about this inner city, with a total of 64 streets and 108 roads, crisscrossing every location in the inner city. It is said that there is a forbidden air circle in the city, and no matter how high the cultivation is, it will not be able to fly, so it can only be visited step by step, and there is no shortcut at all.

What impressed Luo Xuan the most was the surging number of cultivators in Qingyang City, as well as the stalls at any location on both sides of the street, no matter which direction, as long as you raised your eyes, the surging crowds kept squirming, dissipating at the intersections of various streets, and countless people poured in from all directions, one after another, endlessly.

Looking along the street, I inadvertently found the Wanling Money Village mentioned in the center of the main street.

The lobby in Wanling Money Village is spacious and bright, and the word "money" on the wall of the main hall is several zhang large, which is extraordinary. The left and right walls are the words "Dan" and "Medicine", which show that this is not just a money village.

At this time, the customers in the store were bustling, Luo Xuan reported the name of the shopkeeper in front of the counter, and the three guys immediately became extremely enthusiastic, and one of them took the initiative to lead him to the inner courtyard.

When waiting for a short time in the living room of the side room, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in with the appearance of a shopkeeper in a green shirt and introduced himself with a cold noise, which was the shopkeeper of Wan talked about by the hills.

The shopkeeper Wan behaved calmly, elegant and calm, and was both cordial and respectful to Luo Xuan, and after a few conversations, he called Brother Luo one by one, and let him call himself Brother Wan.

He put a burden he carried on the jade table, and smiled faintly at Luo Xuan: "This is a special advice from the head of the family to give to Brother Luo, the jade slip in it contains more real news about the fairy gate after we have screened it, which can be considered, and the rest is given by the head of the family, and Brother Luo will collect it together." ”

Luo Xuan was overjoyed, opened the baggage and saw that there was actually a jade slip and two Qiankun bags inside, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw it with his spiritual sense.

One of these two Qiankun bags contained nearly a hundred very pure spiritual energy essence stones that were rare on the market, and the other contained a precious elixir that could be worth a thousand Yuan Qi Pills, Tian Yuan Dan, at least a thousand pieces.

Luo Xuan sighed and said with a look of surprise: "Brother Wan, this gift is more expensive than ......."

Shopkeeper Wan laughed, lightly grabbed Luo Xuan's arm and said: "Brother, Brother Wan is also entrusted by others, this is not only the intention of the head of the family, but also the instructions of the third young master of my family, you can accept it!"

Qiu Fan's evil smile floated in Luo Xuan's heart, and he scratched his head with a wry smile and said, "Okay, I'll take it, and I also ask Brother Wan to reply to the spiritual letter for me, thank you Brother Qiu for your kindness!"

The shopkeeper nodded and smiled.

Leaving Wanling Qianzhuang with the shopkeeper Wanyi, Luo Xuan saw that it was getting dark and looked for an inn. In fact, the shopkeeper Wan once asked him to rest in the money village, but he was used to being free alone, so he still declined.

The inn that Luo Xuan found was much larger than that of Qingyang Town, and the area where it was located was several times larger. The ordinary guest houses here are also priced at pills, or traded with spirit stones, but fortunately, the price is only two myelin-washing pills, which are not expensive.

Luo Xuan settled down in the guest room and directly took out the jade slip. Before, he was embarrassed to take a closer look in front of the shopkeeper, and he couldn't wait at this moment.

Where the spiritual sense came, Luo Xuan's complexion lit up.

In the jade slip, he described in detail the process of the Xianmen being destroyed after the birth of the Divine Sword, and listed a total of eight sects that came to plunder the Divine Sword, which actually belonged to the three towns of Donghua, Guangxing, and Yong'an, and its mastermind sect was the Xingchen Mansion that Luo Xuan had heard of, and it was also the sect where the Void Xingyue was inseparable from his grievances.

The delicate face of the Void Star Moon flashed in his heart, and the experience of wandering, Lieyan, Agisa and others he had already met, Luo Xuan sighed, and his heart was mixed.

Sweeping the names of the eight sects one by one, the resentment that had been silent for a long time erupted in his heart, and Luo Xuan took a deep breath and memorized it silently.

Heartfelt thoughts, read them one by one, and the next news made him almost cry out with joy. The jade slip indicates that the Xianmen is headed by an elder named Akiba, and calls on thousands of surviving disciples to rebuild the Xianmen on the old site of the sect, and it has begun to take shape.

What made him pay special attention was the description of the Qing Song master who seized the bloody divine sword in the jade jian, during the Xianmen disaster, Qing Song's whereabouts were unknown from beginning to end, not only that, but there were still some solid cultivation masters in the Xianmen who did not show up.

It was as if there were tears, because the crystal mist had blinded the sight!

Xianmen, it turns out that you are still there!

Closing his eyes, Luo Xuan let out a long breath to calm his mood, but he still couldn't suppress the surprise in his head.

Once upon a time, he thought that he had become a wanderer who had no home to return to, and once upon a time, he thought that he was already a lonely duckweed, but the news transmitted by this jade slip told him that the fairy gate was still there, and it turned out that he still had a home and deep roots!

The tears finally broke the embankment, but they were happy, joyful, happy tears!

Cleaning up his mood, Luo Xuan wiped his face lightly, and his spiritual sense continued to be uncompetitive. What disappointed him was that there were not many records of Yu Bing'er's whereabouts in the jade slips. The last one turned out to be a battle between him and Xue Gongzi and Yu Bing'er in Phoenix Ridge and Xue Ling Tianya, although the two sides did not fight, but the news pointed out that Xue Gongzi and Yu Bing'er were both superior in skills, and they saw through each other's tricks and retreated calmly, and they didn't mention Luo Xuanti just a sum of money to fill up the number of people, obviously he was not very famous, and no one knew.

It is also mentioned many times that the disciples of the Water Academy led by the Snow Gongzi during the reconstruction of the Xianmen Gate, and fought with the sworn enemy Xueling Heavenly Cliff one after another, all of which were miserable victories. There are several names among the backbones of the immortal sect listed on the jade slip Luo Xuan also has an impression, it seems that the immortal sect is in great trouble and has been struggling to survive.

Remembering that when she was captured by the wanderers, Yu Bing'er had indeed escaped from danger, so the most likely place for her to go now was the Xuanbing Prison in the Water Courtyard. In his heart, Luo Xuan really wanted to go back with his wings to find out where Fang was.

I couldn't sleep all night, and the next morning, Luo Xuan hurriedly went on the road and went straight to Qingyang Town without stopping. This inner city is vast, separated from the green mountains and green waters of the seven towns, and there are still three days away from Qingyang Town, which is so far away and long.

Back to your hometown, the immortal gate that was reborn from the fire, what do you look like now?

Day and night, seeing Qingyang Town in sight, Luo Xuan even breathed a little faster.

Qingyang Town City Gate Arrow Tower Yue'e, Bell Tower and Drum Tower Confrontation, quite imposing. At the beginning of the lanterns, Luo Xuan finally returned to Qingyang Town.

Stepping on the street that runs through the north and south streets, the archway pavilion that stands across the street, the heavy and endless, the shops on both sides are lined up, the long street is quaint, the houses are lined up one after another, the people and vehicles on the road come and go, a peaceful and lively scene, make people can't help but forget the sinister smoke outside.

However, seeing these objects that had been deeply impressed in his memory, Luo Xuan had a strange sense that things were wrong and wrong, as long as he thought of the old soul of Yu sent to another country and could no longer be by his side, his heart was sour, and a strong feeling of loss and loneliness swelled up.

From time to time, groups of cultivators wearing blue clothes with strong characteristics of the sect walked by in groups, and just looking at their fierce and domineering demeanor, they knew that these people were the disciples who dominated the Snow Ridge Heavenly Cliff in the center of the town.

Because according to Yu Jian's news, since the tribulation of the Immortal Gate, the power of the Snow Ridge Heavenly Cliff, which has been keeping pace with it, has swelled greatly, and many weaker sects have formed alliances with it. The neutral sect forces watched the fire from the other side, while the sect forces that had always been good friends with the Xianmen were connected together, spreading all over the surroundings of Qingyang Town, forming an opposing situation, but they have always been at a disadvantage.

Walking along the street, you will see the courtyard square in Qingcheng Town. The huge jade stone in the courtyard is still standing in place, black and swarthy, and many people gather around it to talk and laugh, I don't know whether to tell the story of the past, or to tell the legendary story of this jade.

The pace slowed down, Luo Xuan stopped and looked, Xinhu relived the scene when he first experienced Qingyang Town, and the words of his uncle Luo Ao in the past were still in his ears.