Five people and one donkey slowly flew down from the sky onto the gravel road. The sun was already low. Wei Jingjie raised his head and looked up at the green and black city five miles away in front of him. He could already feel the murderous aura floating in the air, and his face was unconscious. Wei Wei, shouted: "Let's go into the city!"
The smile on Shi Nanguan's face was still there, "Let's go, let's go, let's earn some merit."
Then came Yan Jing, who was quiet, delicate, and didn't like to talk much. She put her left hand on the scabbard, feeling a little nervous.
Dingxicheng was dangerous and cruel. During this time, she went to the county to read many books and newspapers, and she knew it well. It was completely different from their usual trip to the Qianluo Mountains for training or their trip to Beipu Mountain to carry out the mission of catching evil spirits. She pursed her lips and hurriedly followed. superior.
Shang Qingyun, who had a little baby fat and a round face, put his feet up and looked curiously at the city gate in the distance, then turned back to the tall, strong and dark Tie Jinlin and smiled: "Old Tie, let's go shopping when we enter the city? Let's get familiar with the city. Quotes.”
"If you don't have money, don't try to make me think. You go shopping with the captain. The captain has private money."
Tie Jinlin covered the package around his waist and quickly imitated the mountain leader with a straight face.
Before setting off, the temple owner handed him three hundred taels of silver notes and one hundred spiritual energy stones, which were the expenses for the five of them for a year. Although there was no need to spend money on a big pot of rice in the city, it was inevitable to get injured when going out to the city to experience fighting. There may be plenty of room for money.
He needs to be tight-lipped and not spend too much money.
"Old Tie, are you so proud of yourself? The captain's personal money should be kept for marrying a wife."
Shang Qingyun glanced at the straight back in front of him and joked with a low smile.
After leaving the Taoist temple, not under the nose of the mountain leader, and without restraints, their personalities were exposed. Some were active, some were aggressive, and some were noisy. After all, they were only a few who were as gentle and gentle as Yan Jing.
"Yunyun, if you marry the captain, you will have money to go shopping every day..."
Shi Nanguan turned around and walked backwards, smiling evilly.
"Pumpkin, you have a mean mouth. I won't tear your mouth apart..."
Shang Qingyun was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She walked around Yan Jing in front to hit the little fat guy who had burned her. Tie Jinlin behind him laughed and lit the fire and said: "Yes, marry the captain and you will be popular every day." The spicy drinks and shopping will make your feet weak."
Wei Jingjie, who was walking like the wind with a serious look in front of him, said without looking back: "Shut up!"
The fight behind them immediately disappeared and everyone returned to their original positions.
Shi Nanguan was punched twice, rubbed his chest, and deliberately grinned at the girl Yan Jing across from him.
Shang Qing was so angry that he stopped and kicked Tie Jinlin hard, who was unable to dodge behind him. The pain was so painful that the big man hugged his left foot and jumped up on one foot. Why was it me who was injured?
Behind them was a stupid donkey. It had been to Dingxi City before, and it was it that led the way in the air, so that the group did not take a long detour. It was a little bored listening to the commotion in front of them.
It has heavy responsibilities on its shoulders and can't play happily with everyone. It's boring to pretend to be a donkey.
The group walked to the heavily guarded city gate. Wei Jingjie stepped forward to show the documents and identity cards of the county Daolu Branch. The gatekeeper verified the identities of the others and took them to the "Xiya Building" in the city to report and register. .
The buildings in the city are mainly made of stone, with sharp edges and corners, without many carvings, and look very clumsy.
Over the years, the flagstones on the streets have been turned into gravel roads, with potholes and dust flying in the air, making the entire city look gray and unclear.
The young monk leading the way was dressed in black attire and hurriedly walked through the streets without saying a word.
There were groups of monks wandering around the city, and from time to time someone whistled at two beautiful young women in a new team, greeting them with a playful smile and a scornful expression.
Wei Jingjie walked as usual. He had long used the temple master as a role model, and wanted to imitate him in every move and move freely. Later, he found that he was clumsy and tongue-tied, and could not learn the essence of the charm. He simply imitated the seriousness and old-fashionedness of the mountain leader. He was highly regarded by the mountain chief. He learned a lot about how to behave in the world through his words and deeds. He said in a deep voice: "Ignore them, business is more important!"
Shi Nanguan shook his fist at those guys.
"Oh, the little fat guy has good cultivation. Come on, let's play one-on-one and bet thirty stones on the outcome!"
"Hey, it's white and tender, and you can pinch it with water. I bet you ten stones that Lao Tong will win."
"Shit, I bet a stone that little fat guy will win. Little fat guy, why don't you play a game?"
All kinds of voices that did not take it too seriously to watch the excitement, and nasty comments about Yan Jing and Shang Qingyun made Shi Nanguan so angry that he wanted to fight. These soldiers, monks and scoundrels were not as advanced as him, so they were too Too much.
Wei Jingjie stopped, stared at the brawny man who was making the most noise, and said: "You can fight one-on-one. Come with us to Xiya Tower. After registration, go to the fighting platform. Choose between me or the little fat man as your opponent. Bet a hundred spiritual energy stones." Within that, it’s up to you!”
Before coming out, he had already understood the rules in Dingxicheng.
The monks gathered together, and it was a place where fighting took place on the border. There was a lot of blood and violence, and there were more fights than there were fights in the city.
Bullying the newbies is also a hobby of the old monks. There are many cases of gambling and even deception.
When Shi Nanguan saw the captain stand up at the critical moment, he suddenly got excited and shouted: "Hey, silly big man, let's play a game. The fat man is so fair and tender that he really doesn't know how to fight. He cried for a long time after being punched. Don't be a coward." We all bet on the fat man to lose."
He smiled and pointed at the group of people who had just made a scene.
What's there to be angry about? They are all a bunch of gangsters, and he wants to win the spiritual energy stone to be serious.
The monk leading the way stopped to watch the fun, with a smile on his face.
"Brother Tong, you're being called out and pointed at, and you still don't want to fight? Could it be that the thing in your fucking crotch fell off?"
"Damn it, Lao Tong is considering whether to bet all the money or keep a few pocket coins."
"Today I want to bet on little fat brother to win, just for my pride! Two stones."
The booing and hooting, the crowding and the crowding, made the strong man who was in front of him unable to get up and down, and cursed: "You bunch of bastards, I only have fifty stones left in my pocket, you guys don't know how to help a few." ?" Seeing those old fritters laughing and talking but not talking to each other, they pointed at Wei Jingjie, who was one level weaker than the fat man in cultivation, "I will pick you, fifty stones."
With the same cultivation level as him and no bloody evil energy on his body, how could he survive if he was afraid?
"Don't be afraid, Old Tong. If you lose, I will give you two stones."
"Brothers, can you show some loyalty? I bet on Brother Tong to win."
"Don't worry, I want to bet on both sides."
There was noisy crowds arriving at Xiya Building. More and more people were waiting outside. It was as lively as a festival.
Wei Jingjie and his entourage walked into the empty hall. As they walked forward to the counter, he saw at a glance the rough man sitting inside. Cen Sanlin, one of the "Three Musketeers" who used to visit the Fairy Mountain to worship the mountain, was there during the three competitions that year. The sword, marvelous, impressed him deeply.
He handed the identity card and documents to the female monk who registered in front of him, and then thanked the man who brought them here.
The female cultivator read the document, stood up and said to Cen Sanlin who was behind her: "Master Cen, are the five disciples who came to Xianling Temple to practice."
Cen Sanlin stood up, looked at the five people, saw the tall black donkey at the end, and said with a smile: "Your temple master has sent me a message and asked me to take care of him in the city. When it is finished, I will take you to your residence." , I’ll treat you to a meal and wash your hands, and I’ll take you around tomorrow to get acquainted with it.”
Wei Jingjie held up his hands and thanked them. The patron had told them in advance that he had asked a friend to take care of him. He didn't say who it was. The patron acted out of the blue and they guessed it all the way.
Cen Sanlin heard the commotion outside and asked, "What are they doing?"
The man who had not left after sending him over said with a smile: "Those guys are full. They want to play a game with this little brother. The bet is not big, fifty stones."
Cen Sanlin glanced at Wei Jingjie, whose expression remained motionless, and asked curiously: "Who is it?"
"Tong Man."
The man in black clothes replied.
"Okay, I'll bet a hundred and win a few pocket coins."
Cen Sanlin laughed. After completing the formalities, he took the paperwork, glanced at it, asked a few people's names, and said: "Let's go, I'll help you with the formation, Wei Jingjie, right? Just fight, just don't kill anyone, those rolling on the battlefield All of you have some unique skills, so be careful when dealing with them."
He is more interested in the Immortal Spirit Temple. He has heard of Wei Jingjie's reputation as a leader of the younger generation. It is said that many disciples of the sect who went to pay homage to the mountain have not benefited from this young man in the past few years.
When I saw him today, he was indeed calm and measured, and lived up to his reputation.
He admired Guanzhu Zhang very much. His own cultivation was outstanding. In just a few years, he had trained a group of such outstanding disciples. Each of them had reached the Jianwei realm in cultivation. The little fat man was in the late Jianwei realm. Only one level behind him.
There is no comparison between people.
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