readx;“ There is a map from each of the thousands of waters, and the distance is about the same, but if it is to the west, you and I are not familiar with the desert, and it is a little troublesome. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Jun Moliu spread the map on the table, pointed to the two markers on the map, and tapped the table with his other hand, making a "knock" sound.

The two of them stayed in an inn called "Yunlai" in the Lost City at this time, it seems that there are many more people in the Lost City during this time, they are not too late, or they found a few inns to mix in a room.

"Then go east!" Yan Bangqiu stepped forward to look at the place where Jun Mo left his finger, and sat back again, his arm resting on the table, his chin resting on his arm, and yawning again, his phoenix eyes were misty.

Jun Moliu glared at Yan Wanqiu with disgust, rubbed his swollen and sore temples with one hand, and waved it like a fly with the other, and said, "Go to hibernation." ”

"Hmph, if you really hibernate and cry to death!" Yan Bangqiu snorted, stood up in a daze, threw himself on the bed, and after a while, there was a slight snoring.

Jun Moliu packed up his things, blew out the lights and went to sleep.

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Mocheng. The original capital of the Mo Kingdom, after the unification of the four countries by Damo, changed to the Mo City.

People come and go on the street, all of them are cloth robes, elegant and graceful, Yan Wanqiu pulled his wide sleeves, waved his right hand, shook the paper fan, and looked like a merry boy. Jun Moliu was dressed in a white robe, wearing a Confucian crown, and a gentle smile on his face, like a Confucian scholar.

Mo was originally a country of scribes, and the people were all robes and ribbons, gentle and elegant, so although it occupied a large area and had a large number of citizens, it could not block the iron hooves of Da Mo. But the land of scribes has always had many citizens who are willing to live and die with their homeland, they have their own persistence, they are willing to use the walls and their own corpses to stop the invaders.

Every time the invaders passed through a city, only the blood was left all over the ground, and the figure of the wide-sleeved robe never appeared behind the invaders, and the army of Damo had passed through ten cities, and not a single stranger was recruited, and this was the strange country! It was the most tragic and heart-wrenching war! The strangers did not survive after that war, and became the country with the fewest remnants.

At that time, Mo Wuyan first ascended the throne, watching the mountains and rivers shattered, the land was lost, and the people died, he issued an edict to surrender to Damo on the second day of his throne, saving the remaining people.

Today's Mocheng is still a city of scribes, and the old country is no longer there, and the old city is alone. Most of the people in Mocheng are the remnants of the Mo country, they wear wide-sleeved robes, and they retain the style of the Confucian scholars of the Mo country, but no remnants of the Mo country have never risen up, because their king, Mo Wuyan, and because of the insistence of the scribes.

Because it was not allowed to hold a blade when entering Mocheng, the weapons of the two people were hidden outside the city, and according to the rules of Mocheng, they changed their robes and crowns before entering.

The two of them were going to the inn to book two rooms before they discussed.

The two passed through the crowd of Confucian scholars, Jun Moliu stepped forward to pay the deposit, and Yan Bangqiu followed him around to look around the inn.

The inn is called Liulingju, which is extremely elegantly furnished, with several eight-immortal tables in the lobby, a few benches each, a basin of beautiful tears in the corner, a pot of bluegrass on the counter, and a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall behind the counter. The whole inn is spotless.

The owner of the inn is also dressed in a long robe, sitting on a chair, holding a teacup with white porcelain and bamboo, as if looking at the patterns on the teacup, and the light smoke curls above the teacup, and a wisp of tea fragrance comes out.

"Sir, do you have two upper rooms?" Jun Moliu asked with a Confucian courtesy.

"The guest is restrained," the boss put down the teacup in his hand, returned the salute, smiled gently, not at all like a businessman, he turned around and called: "Liulin, take the guest to the room, two upper rooms." ”

"Yes," a young man in a green robe walked over, the young man was fifteen or sixteen years old, his voice was a little hoarse, his eyebrows were delicate, his eyes were big with a dexterity that adults did not have, and he smiled like a child, which made people feel good at first sight. Liulin bowed dexterously, raised his hand to the stairs, and said, "Two guests, please come with me!"

"I'm tired of my little brother. Jun Mo bowed his head and raised his hand to ask the young man to lead the way.

Jun Moliu said goodbye to the boss again and followed the young man.

The young man led the way in front, his back was straight, his posture was remarkable, and he already had a bit of a scribe's grace when he walked.

Jun Moliu sighed, Mocheng really deserves to be the city of scribes. After entering Mocheng, even martial arts people can't afford to kill. The people of Mocheng have their own literati atmosphere, which is different from the sour and rotten talents in other places, and is a real Confucian style, which can only be admired.

"This is it," Liu Lin led the two of them upstairs and turned left, crossed three rooms before stopping, pointing to a room in front of him, and a room on the left, with a sign hanging on the door and the book "Jiamao". "A deposit of one or two, I don't know how long the guest will stay?"

"My friends and I came to Mocheng to play, and we will stay for about ten days and a half months. Jun Moliu replied.

"Oh, then please pay ten taels first, you can stay here for ten days. Liulin nodded, pushed open the carved wooden door, and led the two into the room.

The room is simply and elegantly furnished, a mahogany table is placed in the center, a few chairs, the mahogany window is opened by the teenager for ventilation, a bookcase in front of the window, a pen, ink, paper inkstone, and a pot of Xiangfei bamboo next to the bookcase. A screen embroidered with mountains and rivers separates the room, and inside the screen is a bed placed.

Jun Moliu gave the silver to Liulin, who accepted the silver and bowed and left.

Yan Wanqiu looked around and touched it, quite curious, Jun Moliu bypassed the screen and rushed straight to the bed. Yan Bangqiu pursed her lips and turned around and went to another room to rest.