There was nothing to say along the way, and the whole flying boat was silent.
Mo Tianliao felt guilty and did not dare to speak. Qingtong leaned against the big tiger and fell asleep after a while. And the big tiger, as a cushion, doesn't need to talk.
Thirty thousand miles cannot be turned around in one day, the wind is cool at night, and there are always some evil demons and crooked roads that haunt at night. On the way to Xiuxian City, I don’t know how many people there are. Mo Tianliao counted the time, accelerated the speed of the flying boat, and wanted to reach Yijin before the sun went down.
Most of the immortal cities are scattered cultivators, and there are also some shops opened by major sects. If Mo Tianliao remembers correctly, this small city called Yijin has a powerful defense formation, and it is not allowed to fight and hurt people in the city. Otherwise, it will be expelled by the magic circle. It is suitable to use it for a night's rest, and more importantly, there may be news he needs in this city.
The flying boat landed outside the city. Mo Tianliao walked over and wanted to pick up the sleeping person. The hand he stretched out suddenly stopped and stopped three inches away from the master.
He had been frivolous before, but he hasn't forgiven him yet. If he reached out to hug him again, he would definitely be beaten even worse. Mo Tianliao touched his recovered face and looked at the beauty who was sleeping peacefully. Half of the handsome face was trapped in the thick tiger hair, and he slept warmly, revealing a bit of faint pink, which made people unable to bear to disturb his good sleep.
Mo Tianliao gritted his teeth, forget it, even if he scratched his face again, he would recognize it. Reaching out his hand, going around behind Shizun's back, hugging him, his sleepy eyes slowly opened, and he looked at him quietly.
"Wake up..." Mo Tianliao said in a low voice, and before he could retract his outstretched hand, he was pushed away.
Qingtong stood up and looked left and right: "Where is this?" The big tiger looked up in a daze, and when he saw the master got up, he also stood up and yawned.
"Yijin," Mo Tianliao put away the boat and pointed to the engraving on the head of the city, "We've been here before, do you remember?"
Yijin, rest comfortably, give guidance to the maze, here are three religions and nine streams, mixed with fish and dragons, but the city is unexpectedly very safe, so it is also a distribution center for all kinds of news. The birth of the secret treasure, the sale of spirit treasures, the secret news of the sect, and many unknown news can all be heard here.
Qingtong snorted, not knowing whether he remembered it or not, he led the big tiger into the city.
Walking with a monster is also a symbol of strength. All the people all the way looked at the fat and strong tiger behind the beauty, and they all showed envious eyes. With such a ferocious monster, no one would think that he had never made a blood pact. Haven't they seen the tiger being as obedient as a cat, constantly rubbing against the owner's legs
Mo Tianliao followed behind the two of them, without saying much, as he looked all the way, there were many small stalls on the side of the road. One stall had a picture of Tai Chi painted on it, and the word "fortune-telling" was written on the hanging banner. A foundation-building cultivator, when he saw Mo Tianliao, he began to shout: "Guest officer, come and count your fortunes and see when you can ascend."
"How many spirit stones do you need for one hanging?" Mo Tianliao stopped in front of the booth.
"This thing, depending on fate, depends on what you are, what is the price." The cultivator said casually.
Mo Tianliao narrowed his eyes and turned to leave. These so-called "fortune-telling" stalls are actually "inquiries" that sell news. As long as you give enough spirit stones, you can basically get the news you want. Looking up, seeing the master looking at him not far away, he quickly accelerated his pace to keep up. When he approached, the master raised his foot and left.
Touching his nose, Mo Tianliao took a few steps and jumped in front of Shizun: "Master..."
Qingtong looked at him coldly.
"Master, I've passed." Mo Tianliao pointed to the inn in the opposite direction, followed his master's way, and left the city in a while.
"Hmph, of course I know." Qingtong snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the inn.
This is the largest inn in Yijin City. The price is very high. Qingtong asked for an upper room and a lower room. He threw the number of the lower room on Mo Tianliao's face, and turned upstairs. The big tiger followed up, but was kicked back.
The two brothers looked at each other in dismay, and went to the lower room in despair.
The lower-class rooms are relatively simple, with only a wooden bed and a table, but those who cultivate immortality do not stick to these, and there is a place where they can meditate for one night. After settling the big tiger, Mo Tianliao raised his foot and walked out.
"Junior Brother, where are you going?" The big tiger jumped out of bed and became Senior Brother Meng Hu.
"I'm going to buy fried fish for Master," Mo Tian said without blinking, "Senior, do you have anything to eat?"
Hearing that there is something to eat, Meng Hu's eyes lit up: "You can figure it out, as long as it's delicious meat."
Mo Tianliao curled his lips, rubbed his senior brother's head, and walked out of the inn with his feet raised.
Meng Hu turned back into a big tiger, jumped on the bed and stepped on it, his striped tail swung back and forth, and suddenly stiffened. Just now, the junior brother touched his head again! Who is the senior brother! No, I have to talk to him about elders and inferiors tonight!
After leaving the inn, Mo Tianliao casually looked at a few fortune-telling stalls, and finally stopped in front of a long-bearded base-building cultivator, took out a middle-grade spirit stone and placed it on the table: "Listen. It is said that there is a 'Baiwen Pavilion' in the city, but is it still there now?"
The cultivator tucked the Lingshi into his sleeves, stroked his beard, and said, "Baiwen Pavilion naturally has it, but the price is not as good as my small stall."
Some news, these small stalls could not be inquired, the cultivator led Mo Tianliao to the back alley and entered a shop without a plaque. Mo Tianliao put on a black cloak, covered his face, and walked straight in.
"Please come inside the guest officer." The receptionist saw the bearded cultivator, nodded to each other, and led Mo Tianliao into an inner room. In the room sat a golden alchemy cultivator with white hair and beard. A tray, in which is a neat row of jade slips.
Mo Tianliao sat down at the table and glanced at the pattern on the jade slip. The original flame symbol was erased and replaced with a strange eagle head, and the eyes couldn't help but darken. This Baiwen Pavilion was originally his property. It was in the towns of immortality of both the righteous and the devil. It was selling news back and forth between the two major forces, but now it is cold.
"I want to know the whereabouts of Venerable Gingtian's divine weapon." Mo Tianliao said in a low voice.
"One hundred middle-grade spirit stones, point to a direction; three hundred middle-grade spirit stones, say a location; five hundred middle-grade spirit stones, you'll know the reason." The Jindan cultivator pushed an empty tray in front of him.
The rules had not changed, and the price had not risen. Mo Tianliao took out fifty pieces of high-grade spirit stones and put them on the tray. Fortunately, my cat doesn't like to count, so the bag of spirit stones given to him has extra spirit stones, otherwise, he really doesn't have the money to inquire about the news.
"Three hundred years ago, the artifact came into the world, and it has been with Elder Ding of the Floating Cloud Sect..." After sorting out the spirit stones, the man began to speak slowly.
Elder Ding was the Ding Zijin's father he met on the road, a master craftsman named Ding Hu. As we all know, that artifact is unfinished. Everyone hopes that Master Ding can complete the refining of the artifact, but Ding Hu has been studying hard for hundreds of years, but he has not been able to practice it. gone.
After that, it has been circulating among the major markets, and has been bought back by the major sects, but there is no suitable refiner, so it is sold again. That artifact has not been practiced, and it is useless at all. Now it can't be sold in the market of the righteous way, and it has gone to the magic way.
"Seven days later, it will be sold at the auction house in the Eight Desolate City of the Devil's Way. If you are interested, you can go and have a look." Jin Dan cultivator gave the final conclusion, and then laughed without saying a word.
Eight Desolate City... Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, the Taishi guy could no longer sell.
After coming out of Baiwen Pavilion, it was already in the middle of the month, and there was nowhere to buy fried fish and roast leg of lamb, so Mo Tianliao wandered back to the inn. The big tiger was sleeping soundly in the room, and the snoring could be heard from far away. Mo Tianliao raised his head and looked at the room upstairs. He was a little worried and went up to have a look.
With the great defense formation, there will be no more restrictions on these rooms. Mo Tianliao gently turned in through the window, stood in front of the bed and looked at the person on the bed, his long fingers like jade carvings were cold in the moonlight. Bai couldn't help reaching out and tucked his cool arm into the quilt. The slender fingers were raised suddenly, and five sharp claws emerged from the rounded fingertips. Mo Tianliao was so frightened that his hair stood on end.
"Evil, what are you doing?"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Master: What are you doing in the Master's room in the middle of the night
Woodworking: long nights of unintentional sleep
Master: Then let's do something interesting!
Woodworker: (≧?≦) Good!
Master: (呲la呲la) It feels embarrassing on the back
Woodworking:… QAQ