"I also had a name before, but since I took over as the leader, I have never used it again!" Because he is the beloved disciple of the former leader. Not only is he older than the other juniors, he is also the most talented. The juniors call him senior brother, and he Only the master can pronounce his name.
Since the master passed away, no one has called his name. He almost forgot that he also had a name.
"My name is Qian Cang Ling."
Zhu Lin raised his eyebrows: "Master, your surname is Qian?"
Qian Cangling shrugged: "I don't know, the master keeps calling me that, maybe!"
Thinking of the master's life experience, he stopped asking any more questions and just muttered: "It's rare to see someone with this surname."
Qian Cangling didn't pay attention to Zhu Lin's words, pointed to a town in the distance and said: "Is this Kuncheng?"
Zhu Lin nodded: "Yes, this is Kuncheng. It is named because it is adjacent to Kunlun. The city is very lively, especially during the time when Kunlun opened the gate, it was even more lively."
Qian Cangling had heard about this Kuncheng city from his junior brother, but he never expected that one day, he would actually come here.
"Let's stay here tonight, okay?" Qian Cangling said.
Zhu Lin looked at the sky and saw that there was still a long time before dark. They could continue on their way instead of wasting time in Kuncheng City.
But seeing Qian Cang Ling's cheerful and excited look, he really couldn't bear to pour cold water on him, so he nodded and said, "That's fine, let's rest here for the night and start our journey again tomorrow morning."
The two of them walked against the wind, but in the blink of an eye, they arrived outside the gate of Kuncheng. The guards guarding the city were dozing off, and no one questioned them. They just entered the city in a big way. Kuncheng and Jincheng in Zhu Lin's memory They are almost the same size, but one is in the south and the other is in the north. The people here are all overly dressed and difficult to dress up. At a glance, there are far more people wearing plain coarse clothes than those wearing brightly colored silk clothes.
Jincheng is in the south, with abundant water and fertile soil and rich products. The people there live a prosperous life. Both men and women are well-dressed. Bright silk clothes are everywhere in the streets. Men have jade belts on their heads, and women have pearls on their heads.
In comparison, Kuncheng is really simple.
Qian Cangling was wearing the clothes given to him by Zhu Lin. Although they were not made of expensive material, because of his extraordinary bearing, he transformed an ordinary plain silk dress into a dragon robe, which was very eye-catching.
"Boss, isn't this the boy named Zhu?" A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was lying on the fence on the second floor of the restaurant and suddenly shouted to several young people who were drinking inside.
For a moment, several young people who were drinking inside rushed out and looked at the two quite eye-catching men on the street. The man walking next to Zhu Lin was obviously much older than him, and his bearing was also the same. Extraordinary, but very unfamiliar, not from Kuncheng.
"Kunlun opens its doors once every five years. There has never been an exception. It has just been four years. How did he get out?" A young man murmured.
"Hmph - this kid has caused us so much misery. Now that we meet him again, we can't let him have an easy time!"
"Yes, we must take good care of him."
"Don't worry first, listen to what the boss has to say."
The five young men all stared at the tall and thin young man standing in the middle. Their boss broke the chopsticks in his hand and sneered: "The ring on this kid's hand is priceless!"