The Fortress of the Fu Family is located in the west of Yuanwu Kingdom, in a deep mountain called Zidao Mountain. This mountain has been surrounded by lavender mist for many years. Not only can ordinary people not see things after entering, but they will have tears in their eyes and swollen throat if they stay in the mist for a little longer.
Although the local people know the danger of these purple mist, they treat it like a poisonous scorpion and dare not get close to it, but every year some people from other places who don't know the details stray into it and die here. The poisonous death of these mortals didn't take it seriously for the Fu family who had long regarded this mountain as the place of the Fu family.
Ordinary people will die when they die, so what else can they do, besides, they can die under the "poisonous cloud and purple miasma array" that the Fu family worked so hard to arrange with several array mages.
But in the past few days, although Zidao Mountain is still shrouded in clouds and mist, this place that is rarely visited by people has gradually become lively. Something like a bright light or an invitation will be picked up into the fog and disappear.
The nearest mortal town to Zidao Mountain is a small town called "Taihe". Not one.
"A Er" is one of the two inns in Taihe City. Although the clerk of Yongqu inn is only eighteen or nineteen years old, he has been working as a clerk for three or four years. Now he is a little thinner, half leaning against the gate of the inn, weakly calling passers-by to stay in the inn.
This is not because Ah Er is being lazy, but because it is the scorching summer, and anyone who has shouted on the side of the road all morning under the scorching sun will no longer have the strength to speak loudly again. So even the shopkeeper Liu, who is known for his mischievousness, saw Ah Er's listless appearance, although his face showed dissatisfaction, he only muttered a few words in a low voice, and then worked hard with a yellow wooden abacus, calculating There is a thick account book on the table.
Ah Er raised his head and looked at the white misty sky. After a few words of slander in his heart, he lowered his head and murmured a few greetings that he couldn't hear clearly, and looked even more listless.
He was thinking about sneaking back to the kitchen behind while shopkeeper Liu was not paying attention, and drinking a few more glasses of cold water to relieve the heat in his heart, but at this moment, he suddenly felt the sky darken, and then the surroundings felt cool Get up, this makes Ah Er startled. I couldn't help but look up, and was shocked.
I saw three strange people appearing in front of my eyes.
One is tall and tall, short and fat, like a big soft ball, the other is bald, barefoot, bull-eyed, and about ten feet tall, and the last one is wearing a tie, with a fierce face and cold eyes.
"Are the three guest officers going to stay in the hotel?" Ah Er's so many years as a buddy was not in vain. After being surprised, he immediately said with a smile on his face. Based on his experience in knowing people for so many years, although these three people look fierce and scary, they are definitely high-ranking and generous customers.
"Nonsense, the three of us don't live in the restaurant, why come here? Then, prepare a room for each of the three of me, and then prepare a table with good food and wine, and send them to the house." The chunky man who looked like a meat ball , staring with small eyes, casually threw a large piece of silver, which directly hit Ah Er's arms, and said impatiently.
"Yes, yes! The three gentlemen, please come in, and the food and drink will be delivered immediately. Er, hurry up and prepare the three best rooms for the three gentlemen." Before Ah Er could say anything, he had already paid attention Shopkeeper Liu, who did all this at the door, immediately rushed to the door like a man in his thirties or forties, snatched the silver from the second hand's arms, and said flatteringly.
"Yes, shopkeeper." Although his teeth were itching with hatred for shopkeeper Liu's behavior, Ah Er could only reply helplessly. With a sigh in his heart, the reward silver he got was taken away by the other party again.
If he didn't know how to work as an inn boy, and there were only two inns in this city, he wouldn't let this mean person do it anyway. After scolding shopkeeper Liu severely in his heart, Ah Er still smiled and led the three of them to a room on the second floor, and then backed out.
"Eh?" Ah Eryi left the three of them, the feeling of unbearable heat suddenly reappeared, which made him rub his head, feeling puzzled for a while, but after tilting his head and thinking about it, he was still puzzled went downstairs.
A table of rich food and wine was quickly prepared, and Ah Er helped the other guys to bring the food and wine into the house.
The three of them were sitting on one side of the table, not saying a word.
Ah Er looked at the three of them a little strangely. The monk with the disheveled hair seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly gave him a cold look.
This glance made him feel icy cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave for an instant, Ah Er hurriedly lowered his head in horror, and then exited the room in a panic. When he returned to the door of the inn, his heart was still pounding. Non-stop, out of control.
At this time, the three people in the room finally spoke.
"Brother Han, why did you use the shock technique on a mortal! Don't you think that kid is not pleasing to your eyes?" The short and fat man said to the hairy man with a smile when he sensed that there was no one outside the house.
"It's nothing, this Xiao Er is also a person with a spiritual root. Although the spiritual root aptitude is not very good, there is no problem in cultivating to the third or fourth level of the Qi refining stage." The monk with disheveled hair said expressionlessly.
"Spiritual root? This is really a little surprising. But from Brother Han's words, this little boy's aptitude is not very good, but Brother Han can directly see the spiritual root without touching it. It's amazing." The short and fat monk A trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he said with a little emotion.
"My cultivation is not much higher than the two fellow Taoists, I just practiced a related secret technique." The disheveled monk glanced at the short and fat monk, and said slowly.
"Brother Han is too modest. However, with Xiao Er's qualifications, even entering the world of cultivating immortals has no future at all. Even if you are lucky enough to cultivate to the foundation-building stage like you and me, if you don't have a sect to rely on, you will be a lonely ghost. Bullied by monks of the same level! I waited to come to Zidao Mountain because I wanted to take advantage of the birthday of the ancestor of the Fu family to see if there was any chance. Our good luck is great. It's a pity that I can only enter Fujiabao on the day of my birthday, otherwise, why should I stay here for half a month." The short and fat monk sighed and said with a wry smile .
"En!" The monk with disheveled hair nodded indifferently, as if he didn't want to say more.
Seeing the appearance of the monk with disheveled hair, the short fat man couldn't help but exchanged glances with the bald man, and the bald man also opened his mouth.
"Brother Han, the two of us only knew that we were also going to Fujiabao to celebrate his birthday, so we went together together. But after walking together for a few days, we only knew that the fellow Taoist was also a casual cultivator with extraordinary cultivation, but he didn't know where you practiced before. Why have the two of us never heard of the name of Fellow Daoist?" The big man stared at the monk with a pair of bull's eyes and said in a low voice.
After the big man said this, the short fat man's eyes flashed, and he stared at the monk surnamed Han without blinking.
The friar with disheveled hair didn't change his face, but replied indifferently: "Han used to be a monk from the Yue country, but recently moved to the Yuanwu country. It's not strange that the two fellow Taoists don't know Han."
"Yue Kingdom! Isn't that the responsibility of the Ghost Spirit Gate? Brother Han, why don't you go to the Ghost Spirit Gate to try your luck? Why did you come to our Yuanwu Kingdom?" The short and fat monk blinked and asked.
"Brother Luo, how do you know that Han hasn't been there before, but he just has no way to get started. Moreover, in the Yue Kingdom, the Ghost Sect is now the only one, and there is no room for any other monks from other sects, so I came to Yuanwu Kingdom to have a try. Lucky. I didn't expect to hear about the birthday of the ancestor of the Fu family as soon as I arrived here. This is a rare opportunity, and Han will naturally not let it go easily." The monk with disheveled hair said calmly.
"So that's the case. It seems that Brother Han is not easy." The short fat man laughed when he heard this, and stopped asking any more questions, and began to chat about some rumors about the world of cultivating immortals.
After the table of wine and food was finished, the monk with disheveled hair left and went to rest in the next room.
As soon as the disheveled monk walked out of the room, the smiling expression of the chunky monk disappeared immediately, and a savage look appeared instead. He suddenly took out a talisman from his pocket, made a gesture with both hands, and then waved his hand, the talisman turned into a large white light, covering the whole room in it.
This talisman is actually a soundproof talisman!
"Brother Luo, is what this kid said true or false? Is it really a casual cultivator?" Seeing that the monk surnamed Luo finished casting his spell, the bald man hurriedly asked, looking impatient.
"Casual cultivator? Certainly not, probably a disciple of some small sect!" After a sneer, the short and fat monk rubbed his chin full of fat and said darkly.