Chapter 409 Wanyun Young Master (23) Dingcheng Vegetable Sage

The architecture of Dingcheng reveals a simple and elegant atmosphere. Different from other holy cities, the buildings here are hundreds of feet high, and the downstairs is a vegetable garden, and the cauliflower is beautiful, not at all like a sectarian metropolis, and the road seems to build villas on the farmland.

There is a dirt road nearly zhang wide between the high-rise buildings of 100 zhang to connect, the two sides of the dirt road are the gardens that are assigned to the ranks, a large garden is green leaves and yellow flowers, a tender melon with thorns on the top flowers, the green is translucent yellow, and there is a layer of faint hoarfrost hanging on the skin.

Another garden was thick and long, thin and short, like a slender tail climbing up a rope.

In the next garden, one by one, the long round unknown melons were lying on the ground horizontally, like white and fat dolls. Then the green ones were like little apples, and the red ones were like the fruits of little lanterns. Broad, heart-shaped leaves, dotted with countless small pink flowers, with curved crescents hanging between the flowers. Between the lush green foliage, there is a layer of dotted white flowers. The green shines brightly, red and shiny, and when seen from a distance, it looks like a string of small red lanterns.

A piece of vegetable fragrance wafts into the garden, there is a silver light flashing stream, straight out of sight of the stream, like a white ribbon, slowly flowing in the distance, and to the distance murmuring, the two sides of the stream are shaded by green willows, hidden in the shade of green willows, white and green, colorful flowers set off, the scenery is particularly charming. Those high-rise buildings in the sea of vegetables and flowers, are pillars that support the sky, although simple, but a kind of decoration in the pastoral landscape.

This is Dingcheng, the vegetable supply place of the desire cave. The hundreds of thousands of disciples outside the Desire Cave in the city are the hardest working saints in this boundless urban vegetable garden, working for more than 100,000 years without regrets, just for the angelic saint who dreams in his heart.

Fan Yan (Mo Xie) walked and bumped on the dirt road in Ningcheng in confusion. The further you go, the stronger the pastoral atmosphere becomes. Ningcheng only has more than a mile into the city, and there is still a little market atmosphere. Under the high-rise buildings, you can also see the hot trading scene. But this site is only a few dozen feet in front of and behind the building. It seems to be crowded, but it is very lively.

The interval between the buildings is 500 zhang, the flowers between the buildings are rich, the vegetable fragrance is floating, the fruit is red melon green, and the brook willow is yinran.

In the sunny and warm air, there are saints wearing hats and holding straw hoes. With a wave of his hand, the grass hoe flew out. A field of gray and black crusts turned into black ridges. As soon as the huge holy bag was raised, a class of melon-like vegetables flew into the holy bag. With another wave of his hand, a small cloud formed on the vegetable patch, and the drizzle fell silently.

The sweat of a saint soaked his shirt, and sweat droplets ran down his forehead. The work in the hands did not dare to slow down.

A team of saints floated from afar, all with red faces, smiling faces, and soft postures. It exudes a pungent fragrance. The priests forgot to wipe the beads of sweat that rolled down their cheeks. Wielding a snowy grass hoe, flashing with dazzling light, hanging with irrepressible joy, I forgot to use magic. With his head down, his eyes were aimed at the saints who were approaching, and he landed on the ground with his hands and feet. Sometimes I would panic and hoe the vegetable seedlings. Hurriedly squatted down, pretending to straighten the vegetable seedlings that had been broken. After waiting for the faint fragrance to pass, he waved his hand hurriedly. The poured vegetable seedling miraculously grew on the ground. The saint forgot to hoe the weeds, stared closely at the graceful figure that floated not far away, listened to the laughter like silver bells of hip-hop, stretched out his ears to peep at the jokes and amusements, and couldn't help but secretly enjoy it.

Fan Yan is getting happier the more he walks, this place is so good, there are lively street markets, there are quiet idyllic villages. It's exactly where you're looking for.

Fan Yan smiled cruelly and moved on the dirt road. At this time, a crystal screen appeared at the intersection in front of him, which read: "Recruit 'Caisheng'".

There is also a line of small words on the crystal screen, "There is one less sage who takes care of the orchard in this vineyard, and the monthly payment of 100 crystals will be paid, and those who wish to sign up at the Portuguese Pavilion will hurry up."

As soon as Fan Yan was about to leave, his eyes lit up, and there was a cold dizzy sound. "Sign up".

Fan Yan was stunned and moved in the direction that Jingping pointed. Moved hundreds of feet. I saw that between the arms of the ancient wood and the clear stream, it is an ancient pavilion with flying trees in the air, carved walls and carved thresholds, the open space downstairs is not large, and it is obviously cooler than other passing pavilions. The saints were busy coming and going, disdainful of Fan Yan's arrival.

Fan Yan came downstairs and looked at the saints who came in and out. Said it. "I'm here to sign up as a vegetable saint."

As soon as the words fell, an old man with a rough bark face appeared beside Fan Yan with an honest smile, his gray goatee trembled, and his eyes covered with dense crow's feet were so happy that he was fascinated by a slit. "The Holy Friends are here to sign up. Sit down, I'll give you a newspaper."

"Holy Friend, from Ho City". The bark-faced old saint asked

"Shen Cheng". Fan Yan replied nonchalantly.

"Yes, we never recruit the saints of our city, too." The bark-faced old priest asked.

"Have the Holy Friends Planted Holy Fields"?

"No, it won't".

"Well, we never accept the saints who will plant the holy fields." The bark-faced old saint laughed twice.

"Do the Holy Friends Pick Grapes"?

"No, it won't".

"Great, I can pick grapes, I like to eat grapes, Holy friend, you have passed. There is a crystal key here, 400 zhang on the left, that small slope is the Portuguese garden, your business is to sit outside the Portuguese and watch, every day when the sage comes to pick the wine, use the crystal key to open the Portuguese garden. Close it again after the Sage is gone. You don't have to worry about other things, remember that you can't enter the Portuguese Garden, someone will bring you three meals a day, a monthly fee of 100 stones, do you hear clearly"?

Fan Yan nodded, it's as simple as that, he has been worried about what Caisheng is going to do, it turns out that he is sitting at the entrance of the garden and watching the Portuguese garden.

Fan Yan hurriedly took the crystal key, thanked the old man, and walked towards the Portuguese garden. Fan Yan just left. The bark old priest shook his head, "Send another piece of tender meat."

Panyan moved towards the vineyard with a gloomy face, and after taking a breath, he came to the bottom of the hill that the old saint said about the bark.

I saw that under the fiery red sun, strings of green water droplets, hanging on the dragon-like vines, a burst of sweet honey fragrance seeped out from the transparent light mask, submerged in the nose, looking at it can feel soft and delicate, sweet to the heart.

There is a grass pavilion at the bottom of the hillside, which is ventilated on all sides, and only the dead grass on the top can block the poisonous sun.

"Hehe, how about it, I said this place is quiet, this is the best place to retreat. And it's also the place where the saints come and go the most, if you don't believe it, just wait and see." The hideous voice in Fan Yan's mind just fell.

There was a loud roar in the distance. Then a group of holy women appeared at the bottom of the hill. A glamorous saintess glanced at the grass pavilion. "Yo. I said that the old saint did not come with him, because there were really people watching the garden, and they still had fine skin and tender meat."

Another beautiful saint girl giggled. "Senior sister, I'm here to pick grapes, not meat."

"Go aside, sharp teeth". Then he shouted to Fan Yan, "Little saint, open the park".

Fan Yan raised his hand, and the crystal key flew towards the light mask, and with a pop, a crystal door appeared in the light mask.

Several saints glanced at Fan Yan with a smile and entered the Portuguese garden. Fan Yan grinned and sniffed. There was a chirp in my head. "Ahh What a fragrant blood". Tick, a sticky drop of saliva flowed from the corner of Fan Yan's mouth.

Fan Yan said to himself. "Worm soul, we said it, only suck blood, not kill."

"Hmph, why is it Young Master Fan, those maids bite you cold, your heart is soft, and you can't stretch out your hand. You can rest assured. I only suck blood, and I won't hurt the flower in your heart." Fan Yan said in a hideous voice in his head.

"I just want to go back to Wanyun Cave now, I don't want to cause trouble, you'd better just take a bite and enjoy it." Fan Yan is very timid now. Since the incident in Xiaolanshan, Fan Yan seems to have felt something, and he is afraid every day. It seems that there is always a pair of vicious eyes staring at him behind him.

What I want to do most now is to escape back to Wanyun Cave. Escape back to your own Love Flower Valley, where only you are safest. But now he is imprisoned in Dingcheng by the blue light of the three souls.

Fan Yan felt the coldness of the blue light of the three souls' words, which made him chill more than the words of the insect soul. For the first time, Fan Yan felt scared. A chill from the depths of his heart froze his arrogant face. The former bohemian personality was swallowed up by a sense of fear. Fan Yan began to think about how to escape from Dingcheng.

How to escape, that ugly saint who couldn't be uglier couldn't be uglier didn't give himself a spar at all, but just told himself to go to the vegetable garden in the city to find food when he was hungry. So, Fan Yan came here. Without spars, you can't go to the Cloud Piercing Station. This is the reason why Fan Yan came here to be a vegetable saint, he wanted to get two hundred spars and escape back to Wanyun.

For the first time, Fan Yan began to work how to live for himself, perhaps there were too many partings from life and death, and a dissolute life also began to examine his past. However, he can't control the insect soul in the sea. That greedy bug never wanted a question of life and death. It seems that only blood, only non-stop killing is the meaning of his life.

Just as Fan Yan was confused, a black light flew out from Fan Yan's eyebrows and disappeared into the Portuguese garden.

In the Portuguese garden, six gorgeous saints have been scattered under the thousands of feet of vines. The leaves of various sizes, covered with intertwined rattans, bright red ripe amethyst green jade, strings of dense hanging high among the vines, and the jade is covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

The besuming saint held a bamboo basket and hummed an unknown tune while choosing a Portuguese skewer. Suddenly, she subconsciously shivered. With a wave of his hand, he released a pink shield of light. Poof, a black light and shadow soaked into the light shield, without a sound, and slapped on the forehead of the bewitching saintess.

The bewitching saint shook her body, as if she was drunk, Lianbu twisted a few times, threw herself softly in the foot-high grass, and fell asleep dizzy.

Fan Yan's face was startled at first, and then a lewd smile appeared. The two-colored face is hideous and frightening, half white like a dead man, half red like an apple.

"Worm soul, you still do it with so many people." Fan Yan muttered to himself. There was a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Young Master Fan, it's easy to start when there are more people, I don't want to kill her, I just stunned her with your divine sense, and after sucking her blood, I will naturally let her go. I also want to be safe!" said the insect soul disapprovingly. When he speaks, he still has the sound of sucking when sucking sperm and blood in the past. Hearing this, Fan Yan had to buckle his ears. His heart jumped with a tom, this was a phenomenon that had never happened before, Fan Yan was really afraid, he felt that every time the insect soul sucked a holy woman, he was sending himself closer to the ghost gate. (To be continued......)