Half an hour later, Chen He touched the base of his ear and found that it was still hot.
He pretended to be nonchalant, and followed the crowd that dispersed during the Lantern Festival, and walked to the city gate.
The time has not yet come, and the people waiting to leave the city are all sitting in twos and threes at the stall to eat something to fill their stomachs. Some are businessmen who are going to go far just after the eighth day of the first lunar month, and more are the people who came to the city to see the lights last night.
It is not easy to live in the capital, and not everyone can afford an inn.
The lanterns on both sides of the street were taken down, the sky was twilight, and the pots uncovered by the vendors belched out large clumps of steam, like mists floating in the darkness.
Before Chen He left, Shi Feng handed him a storage bag.
He stretched out his hand to investigate a little, and found that there were clothes and shoes, a few bottles of elixir, and some scattered silver coins.
Chen He glanced back without a trace, and in the white fog, there were many figures.
-Senior brother said that he would follow him not far away, so it must be there, Shi Feng would not lie to him.
Chen He selectively forgot that Shi Feng said a few years ago that he went to the Heluo Pai Shanmen Cultivation Market, but in fact he went to the house of Venerable Huanjian to grab the mirage beads.
Thinking of Shi Feng looking at him secretly, Chen He seemed more calm: trying to show himself in front of the person he loves is also a stupid thing that people who are guilty of love often do.
The aroma of burning donkey meat, wisps drilled into the nose.
Chen He remained calm, and couldn't help but glance at it for a while.
Based on his state of mind, he should not have been disturbed by eating and drinking in the mortal world. The main reason is that the mountain walls of Shuihuangu have been trapped for forty years, and there is no temptation.
In addition, Chen He was on his way to Yuzhou. Originally, according to Shi Feng's intention, he was going to be inedible when Chen He turned nineteen, but he expected to catch up with the severe drought in Yuzhou last year.
They followed the refugees to Yuzhou City. Along the way, Chen He saw the horrified people peeling the bark and eating the weeds and eating the Guanyin soil. Even though the government's disaster relief was timely, there was no such thing as starving and dying, and the tragic phenomenon of changing children and eating was enough to silence Chen He.
Their brothers and sisters have money, and they can afford the most expensive rice. They are cultivators, and the birds and beasts that ordinary people have struggled to capture, they can easily catch them, but why do they do it? Daoist cultivators would not be able to save so many people without interfering in the life and death of heaven, but they could not eat it! Because one more bite, others will be less likely to take this bite. In any case, cultivators can inediate and not starve to death.
Chen He was not ready to go fast.
Now in the late stage of Jindan, the real essence is stable, nourished by spiritual energy, and there is no need to eat at all, but curiosity cannot be contained.
The donkey meat in the north is on fire, and Yunzhou in the southern Xinjiang cannot be seen.
Fragrant meat is simmering in a large pot, and the soup is tempting.
Chen He thought about it for a while, and felt that it would be better for him to change his "want" to eat. He tried to ignore the burning donkey meat in the hands of others, walked through the lingering white smoke, and walked to another vendor, disguised as one who wanted to eat. Those who were on their way to prepare dry food took out a few copper plates and said, "Ten buns, wrap them up."
"Oh, guest officer, what a coincidence!" The stall owner in front of the steamer rubbed his hands and laughed, "The last few buns were bought by the old lady just now, so I have to wait for the next basket! The city gate will be opened soon. Now, if you can't wait, buy a meat bun and go, you will be very hungry!"
The people behind Chen He immediately turned around and left when they heard what the stall owner said.
Just kidding, can the price of meat buns be the same as buns
Dry buns can be used as dry food on the road. It’s okay to cool down, and it’s okay to flatten them. What about meat buns
Half an hour later, Chen He walked out of the city gate with a blank face, carrying three meat buns wrapped in mulberry paper in his arms. He was warm, but he was secretly happy. I wonder if Shi Feng would see him buying this. What is the expression.
"… "
Shi Feng's mood was a little subtle.
It was a plan they negotiated to lure the people who followed Xunxiang out of the city. There are many people in the city, and in order to avoid the other party's trick of "killing the monks of Dabaoguo Temple on the street", they simply leave the bustling market and do it in remote places.
It's just that Shi Feng just told his younger brother, don't care, and live the life he wants.
The first thing Chen He did was to buy meat buns.
- Meat buns are so delicious, can they become junior and junior obsessions
Shi Feng thought about it, and felt that the owner of Heiyuan Valley was still stealing the buns. The long eyebrows and the old people cheated the meat buns repeatedly when Chen He was a child. So much so that I still miss meat buns so much.
Sure enough, because Chen He couldn't remember, it was inappropriate to let those old men do their best.
Shi Feng watched from a distance that Chen He got into a carriage after leaving the city gate. He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary. He slowly walked over and saw that it was a carriage heading for Quyun County. The direction of Yuzhou.
Pretend to pretend to the end.
Chen He sat calmly against the wall of the car. The car was not open, and could barely seat six or seven people. After paying the money, the car was full of people in no time, except for a village woman with a child. , the others are idlers who come to the capital to watch the excitement, with their sleeves tucked up and talking about the excitement.
Chen He closed his eyes and said nothing, and others just thought he was dozing off.
It didn't take long for the two bad horses pulling the cart to walk slowly with a roar. Chen He calmed down and turned a deaf ear to the noise around him. He felt the people coming and going in and out of the city. Not a great place to get your hands dirty.
—And, Shi Feng was not found.
Indeed, the strength is far from enough.
The ancient methods of Beixuan School are better at feeling the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If Chen He is willing, he can go to Heluo School to grab business. If you look at people's luck in the near future, there is a 50% accuracy at least.
It's just that most people don't usually encounter anything major.
There is not necessarily one person who is full of good fortune or a bloody disaster. It is better to go to the pharmacy to see the doctor, at least the first ability of seeing, hearing, asking and knowing is good.
Chen He's thoughts drifted from whether there was a pharmacist in the ancestors of the Beixuan School, to Nan Hongzi, a master he had never seen before.
He didn't dare to mention Su Ri, because it was related to Shi Feng's past.
If it wasn't for the old man with long eyebrows talking about Nan Hongzi's life, Chen He might not know the slightest bit of Nan Hongzi's deeds by now.
In Chen He's view, Nan Hongzi is probably the real savvy.
There is no cultivation method in the realm of cultivation, and there is no guidance. He was imprisoned in the sky prison for several decades. He had an epiphany, saw through the world, and entered the Dao with martial arts.
only-
How did such a master die
There are rumors in the words of Changmei Laodao, and he is obviously not familiar with Nan Hongzi.
Venerable Huanjian never mentioned Nan Hongzi, let alone the people in Heiyuan Valley.
Chen He could only guess at the master he had never met, and try to figure out Nan Hongzi's temperament.
Well, since they will appreciate it and accept Shi Feng as a disciple, this must be a good vision! Chen He thought firmly.
Shi Feng rarely mentions Nan Hongzi, but whenever he mentions it, his tone is respectful. The master who is respected by his brothers must be a good master!
Especially the phrase "there is no one who drags you down in the world, only the one you choose, the most important to you"!
Chen He Ergen felt a little feverish again. He felt that Master Nan Hongzi was a person with clear mind, affection and righteousness. Seeing through the world does not mean despising the seven emotions, but to prioritize, no matter how good your vision is, there must be no difference in behavior.
The head of the Northern Profound Sect, even if it is the last generation, will not be underestimated!
Chen He sighed in his heart, and then the stubborn question that was buried deep in him emerged uncontrollably: such a Nan Hongzi, such a Shi Feng, and two apprentices... Thirty years ago, the Beixuan School came to an end. How did it perish
Looks like I'll have to inquire later.
Chen He subconsciously felt that Liang Qianshan, the master of Daxueshan, must have played a bad role, which made Shi Feng dislike him very much, and Liang Qianshan's tone was a bit strange.
However, Liang Qianshan should not be the culprit, otherwise Shi Feng would have killed him long ago.
The Beixuan faction and Qiankun Guan are on the Daxue Mountain. If something happens to the Beixuan faction, Qiankun Guan's Liang Qianshan. It is impossible to know nothing. When the Beixuan faction is gone, they can still monopolize the Daxue Mountain.
Chen He's thoughtful thoughts were just for the dim goodwill and respect for the deceased master. While reminiscing, he hoped to avenge the Beixuan faction. Who let those enemies hurt his senior brother so deeply!
He didn't expect that the truth was far more tragic and tragic than he guessed.
"Crack."
The wheel ran over something, got stuck and bumped violently.
Chen He also opened his eyes at the same time, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Waiting people, here we come.
The driver shouted and got out of the car to check, and the people in the car probed because of the bumps.
Their movements are frozen at this moment - the enchantment.
Chen He slowly jumped off the carriage and walked out a few feet away. The sky was already bright, and the road was lined with farmland. It was empty in winter and there was nothing.
Several cold lights flashed on the ground, and a fast and ghostly figure surrounded Chen He in the middle.
"Who?" Chen He asked sternly with pretence.
During the fight, he already felt that it was all magic!
Wearing a ghost mask, wearing black clothes, and using side-by-side spells, it is a cruel killing move.
Several fist-sized skulls were thrown into the air, making the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling, disturbing the mind. The pitch-black machete exudes a hazy gray mist and smells fishy and sweet.
When ordinary cultivators encounter it, they will be shocked, and they will inevitably send out their true essence to push away the group of demon cultivators.
However, Chen He used a very fast speed to wipe it close-
There are a lot of poisonous beasts in the ancient wilderness. Chen He has long practiced the habit of shutting his breath at will when he starts hands. Even if there are parts that are accidentally inhaled, Baiqiaotong Xuanshu cannot be excreted from the body. Feeding the fire in the stone is also a good choice.
Chen He stretched out his hand, and the flame came out of his palm, instantly swallowing a black skeleton.
Turning around, the blue-black Kui bow in his hand, took advantage of the situation to draw out the black gas that the skeletons churned in the flame, condensed into an arrow, and the aura mixed with the flame was a string, and the hand was clasped.
The Heiyuan demonic energy was burned and howled, and once it escaped, it was faster than Chen Hequ's, and plunged into a frost sword.
This sword came silently behind Chen He. Originally, it was going to take advantage of Chen He's true essence to push the demon cultivator away. He didn't expect that Chen He's turn around would be an arrow, or a black arrow born from the demonic energy of a skeleton. The impact, the sharp sword edge flicked, the frost blade shattered, and the black air spread all the way.
The sneak attacker let out a scream, and although he withdrew his hands in time, the demonic energy still infiltrated his meridians.
The palm of his hand turned black and blue in an instant, and he could only force it out with fate.
Over there, Chen He has easily buckled his shoulders, staggered his bones, broken his arms, and kicked horizontally—a group of demon cultivators fell in a row, leaving only the magic weapon buzzing in the sky.
"The late Jindan stage, the Jindan stage, the foundation-building stage... Except for the four Jindan stages, all the others are the foundation-building stage?"
Chen He's brows were furrowed. The black hand behind the scenes looked down on him too much, so he sent a man of this strength to hunt him down.
"Not as good as Zhan Yuanqiu!"
No wonder the senior brother didn't show up, he just hid by the side and watched the play.
Anyway, Zhan Yuanqiu's side is two Jindan period monks playing self-destruction, ready to cheat him.
-Of course, to deal with Zhan Yuanqiu, Ji Hong had a plan long ago, Chen He, you are a variable that appeared halfway.
Chen He took off the masks on the faces of the magic cultivators, his eyes were dull, and they were controlled people.
"what?"
Chen He picked up the sneak attacker who had almost been shot by him, and the other party was staring at him with fear.
"Very good, there is someone who can talk!" Chen He casually pinched his fingers, the flame jumped happily in his palm, he pinched it casually like rubbing the Lantern Festival, and asked with a smile, "Where did your Excellency come from? What resentment?"
"..." The man swallowed and looked around.
"They are all magic cultivators, only you are not." Chen He asked slowly, "And you have the highest cultivation level, don't ask you, who do you think I ask?"
When the man saw the demon cultivator lying on the ground, apparently sluggish, he trembled with lingering fears: "I, I don't know...Senior! I'm under control, and I don't know why I came here, devil energy. Invading the meridians almost destroyed my Dao foundation, and I just woke up!"
"I'm not a senior."
Chen He angrily patted the guy's face with the back of his knife.
The knife was used by a demon cultivator. It was pitch-black and poisonous. The man's face immediately turned gray, and he screamed in fear: "Forgive me! I really don't know anything."
"You can make a sneak attack at the right time, and your mind is fascinated. It's limited. If you don't say it, you will be buried here today!" Chen He's vague suffocation, when he said this, he felt a sense of threat.
"I... I'm a disciple of Daxueshan, and I was sent to the capital to deliver news." The cultivator said tremblingly, "I was originally staying in Baishan Academy. Three months ago, a fellow lurking in the house of Venerable Huanjian sent a secret message. , let me meet at the old place, and I went on time. I was confused by what happened next! I'm telling the truth, I just felt that my teacher had an order, let me do it, kill you, and then—"
As he said that, his expression changed suddenly, because there was no memory of other orders later.
This is obviously to send him to death, the cultivator grabbed Chen He violently, but Chen He stepped back to avoid it, he fell to the ground and hissed: "These magic cultivators seem to be confused by the Daxueshan sound technique, aren't they? Ordinary ecstasy, the one who instigated and controlled me may also be! Daxueshan—"
Chen He suddenly felt his shoulders tighten.
"Brother?"
Shi Feng expressionlessly pulled Chen He back.
The cultivator didn't even let out a scream, but the golden core was shattered, and the flesh and blood flew. When the real essence exploded, the surrounding demon cultivators were involved in it. Seeing that the ground was covered in blood, there was no one alive.
Because Shi Feng set up the barrier again, the people on the carriage remained motionless and didn't notice.
"Senior brother... He is not already sober, why is he still blowing himself up?"
"He wants to tell the person who controls him, but he has no way to survive. The technique of sound and confusion in Daxue Mountain is like the maggot on the tarsus. People who can't escape this influence want to reveal their secrets, and that's what happens." Shi. Feng flicked his sleeves, and the soil on the ground automatically turned up, burying the body deeply.
The cross-flowing blood was washed away by the snow and also faded.
"Let's go, there may be a second wave of pursuers coming."
"Oh." Chen He walked towards the carriage.
"and many more."
Chen He stopped and looked back blankly.
"Just get off the carriage in the next village and town. Although the cultivation world and demons are fighting to correct the Tao, they will avoid involving mortals, but these people have lost their minds and are desperados. You should leave as soon as possible, so as not to bring disaster to mortals."
"Yeah." Chen He agreed.
"Also, give me the meat bun." Shi Feng said helplessly, "You stuffed it in your arms, the child in the carriage swallowed a mouthful of water smelling the aroma, but you didn't notice it."
"… "