Ningxia made a lot of decisions after talking with True Lord Yuan Heng that day.
Obviously, the elders are well aware of the evil places in southern Xinjiang. Since I knew it well and finally chose to come in, I must have my own arrangements. In this way, Ningxia has settled down.
Moreover, the existence of the red diamond rope has temporarily solved this problem, and Ningxia is not as anxious as before. He only secretly warned himself not to wander around, as this area obviously hid some secrets that no one knew about.
After resting for a day at the inn, the Wuhua faction finally left the inn and entered the inner city to officially look for a place to rent.
If nothing else, this main city located in the center of Nanjiang has a unique Jiangnan water town flavor.
This continent is different from Ningxia's previous country. There are no obvious climate differences between different places. The climate in the southeastern border areas is similar, with four distinct seasons, average dryness and humidity, and the landscape seems to be similar everywhere.
But their visit to southern Xinjiang allowed them to experience the unique customs and customs of a water town.
Along the road, there are white walls and green tiles, small bridges and weeping willows. The girls passing by are all dressed in fresh and refreshing muslin gauze clothes, holding paper umbrellas, and half of their beautiful faces are looming, which fully highlights the softness of the women.
Moss curls up on the edge of the bluestone slab, which is a bit dazzling green. Set off by the crystal dew, it bursts out with a burst of vitality.
If it weren't for the inexplicable magnetic field here, this place would be a well-deserved tourist attraction.
Coupled with the problem of spiritual power loss, this pleasant place seems to be full of mystery in Ningxia's eyes.
"Wow--"
"When I was shopping just now, I asked the little girl. It is said that when southern Xinjiang was rebuilt, it was built according to the remaining architectural prototypes as much as possible. Especially the nearby affiliated islands and the outer city were rebuilt one to one." He Haigong passed by the small stall. When I see something interesting, I will buy it, and soon I will come back after hearing a lot of gossip.
When Shen Luo Zong died, the victors burned, killed, and plundered what was left. The civil strife in southern Xinjiang evolved into a melee, and it took nearly a thousand years to completely calm down.
This melee also produced a group of winners, who replaced Shenluozong as the rulers of this land. Although it is no longer as dominant as it once was, it is gradually recovering based on the heritage of this land.
Nowadays, when we look at this land, it has its appearance and is prosperous and prosperous. There is no trace of the scars and sufferings it has suffered in the past.
Legend has it that the families in power are all the survivors of the Shenluo Sect, and they have special feelings towards the Shenluo Sect. Even if the prosperity has disappeared many years later and the former glory has long been turned into a pile of loess, they still miss the past that they cannot go back to.
Therefore, during the restoration, except for the central parcel, the regional parts, including the landscape outside the main city, were rebuilt according to their original appearance.
That is to say, what places like Shenluozong looked like back then, are what these places look like now.
However, the inner city, where the Shenluo Sect was once located, was not restored. Instead, it was handed over to each family for reallocation and construction. It is now a gathering place for the upper-class monks in southern Xinjiang, and it is rare for ordinary monks to see the scene.
A group of disciples of the Wuhua Sect rented an inn called "Siyi Tower" near the inner circle of the main city.
The boss's father had once been a handyman disciple in the Wuhua sect. Due to his unusual talent, he left the sect according to the rules and accidentally lived in the southern Xinjiang area. Later, he married an ordinary woman from southern Xinjiang, started a family, and gradually built up such a decent industry.
Siyi Tower is also a very famous new inn outside the main city, and it can even compete with some old local inns.
When the other party heard that they were from the Wuhua Sect, they were so enthusiastic that they immediately arranged the best rooms for all the Wuhua Sect disciples. Then the entire inn's manpower was mobilized to help accommodate the disciples.
Soon, the dusty crowd was enjoying the spacious and comfortable rooms, hot water and the customary spiritual food from the Wuhua sect. Feeling at home is nothing more than that.
Everyone was really tired after coming all the way and really needed a good rest.
The True Lords explained the precautions and then dispersed the team, allowing everyone to move freely. Seeing that the elders seemed to have their own things to deal with, the younger disciples did not dare to go out of their way and naturally agreed to all the warnings from the elders.
But as soon as the people left, some brave ones ran out of the inn to have fun.
"Zhenjun and the others are really relieved? They released everyone at once. What if something happens to them?" Jin Lin shook his head.
Probably because of his experience in Xunyang City, he is more sensitive to safety.
On weekdays in the sect, when a young disciple from the formation hall goes out alone, he will accompany him, for fear that they will be unlucky and encounter something unexpected outside.
Seeing those fellow disciples turning their heads, they threw aside the instructions of True Lord Yanyang and the others, with expressions of disapproval.
"Ah Hai, don't worry. The brothers and sisters who came this time are all capable. They are all smart and capable. When things happen to us, old-fashioned people might not be as good as young people."
"Besides, the sect also divided our teams into small groups before we came here. There are older and more sensible monks following us, so we'll be fine."
True Monarch Yuan Heng leads the fewest disciples, that is, the dozen or so people from the Formation Hall, including Ning Xia and others who already have quotas. Basically, there is no need to worry about it, just roughly organize it into a small team, with the real Ming Jing as the consul.
However, this team supervision "exists in name only", and Zhenjun Yuanheng temporarily borrowed the person. Now Jin Lin is temporarily in charge of the young disciples, but he realizes that his abilities are limited and he dare not lead this group of young and young people with mixed cultivation levels to wander outside.
Therefore, Ning Xia, He Haigong and Jin Lin, the three most advanced ones, stayed here to guard the young disciples.
As long as they wait for Master Ming Jing to come back, they won't have anything to worry about. Those of them with a certain level of cultivation can relax a little and go for a walk nearby.
"When will Master Ming Jing come back? I also want to go out for a walk..." He Haigong let out a long sigh.
"I don't know. Just don't think about it and just stay here with us to see people. If a junior brother runs away, Master Mingjing will definitely scold us to death when he comes back."
"Oh, it's not easy to get a chance to see the legendary southern Xinjiang. I don't want to stay in the inn and look at the heads." He Haigong turned his head slightly and looked at the crowd going downstairs.
Siyi Tower is located in a busy commercial street on the outskirts. It is specially designed for outsiders. There is a large flow of people every day, and there are many outside monks wearing different sect costumes coming and going. Of course, there are also many locals, but these people come here to do business aiming at the business opportunities here.
Ningxia and the others were sitting on the second floor. They were lucky enough to occupy a seat near the window. If they turned their heads slightly, they could see the lively scene below. It has a very secular style, and the constant flow of people easily reminds Ningxia of the bustling scene of modern commercial streets.
