Snow and white clothes match perfectly! The fairy spirit is floating in the sky, just when the wind blows in the peak and the snow falls, the heroic figure of the sword dance is unique in the sky.
"Let's go west and find a place to stay. We'll meditate there until the sun rises and continue on our way."
Jiang Su broke through the realm not long ago, and still needs to meditate and practice to stabilize her cultivation. Now she estimates that she will be in trouble even if she makes alchemy.
She hasn't tested it out for a while, how the Yuanying monk's own spiritual power can control the spiritual materials when refining elixirs.
One is the degree of subtle control, and the other is the maximum level of spiritual power. These things need to be discussed after her Nascent Soul is stabilized, which will only delay the elixir refining plan for a few days.
The atmosphere in the city where Fang Zhe landed was a bit desolate, but it was not like an ordinary autumn day. In other words, there is something unusually quiet and desolate.
Jiang Su thought he had good footwork. After landing, he walked slowly for dozens of feet, but he didn't hear the sound of any living thing around him.
"Where is this place? So sparsely populated? Fang Zhe, you must have stopped in some empty city, right..."
"No, there is no war near the sea, so how can there be an abandoned and deserted city? Even that lunatic Li Can in the Central Capital would not even think about taking over the town behind the Fairy Mountain in the Southern Territory."
In the terrain of the Southern Territory, the fairy mountain of Shifangmen is like Shanhaiguan in the real world. For Jing Chao, what it can resist is customs and culture.
The most remote area outside the Fairy Mountain is almost a group of stupid people, a rough tribe that eats with their hands.
Jiang Su held the red monk's arm and walked step by step on the flat stone ground.
"Ta~ta~ta~"
At an unknown moment, a sound like dripping water suddenly appeared, accompanied by an inexplicable hot wind.
"??? What is this..."
"Dong~dong~dong~"
The loud sound of drums suddenly sounded, accompanied by the tinkling of copper bells from far to near. The hot wind blowing through the girl's sleeves gradually increased, and Jiang Su's pair of slender arms were blown out by the wind from bottom to top. She did not stop and continued to move forward with Fang.
"The wind is blowing upward? Is there a hole in the ground?"
She suddenly raised the corners of her lips and arched her eyebrows.
"It's so interesting, the smell of the sea blows the hot wind... There is something in this place." As she spoke, she stamped on the very flat stone ground under her feet.
The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance, drowning out the first "click-click" sound.
At this moment, in Fang Zhe's eyes, a group of people walked out from behind this lonely old house.
These people seemed to be local people. They were dressed basically the same. They were all wearing colorful cloth strips around their bodies. Pearls were dotted around their sleeves and necks, and small gongs and drums were hung around their waists.
Wearing clam shells and clam beads on the head, colorful stones are wrapped around the neck, and colorful ribbons around the waist are braided into crooked strips.
All of them held harpoons neatly in their hands, and they moved towards the two monks cautiously.
Fang Zhe's language skills were unable to match the current situation Jiang Su described.
These people looked different from the "people" he had seen in the past. Their lower bodies were human... and their upper bodies were fish heads.
This is a...demon city.
And the blind man Jiang Su is still trying to create a model of a strange old city in his own consciousness. The setting she fabricated for this old city was that it was an old city of a fallen dynasty or an ancient tribe that was separated from the Jing Dynasty in the Middle Earth. There were things buried under the stone bricks, which might be the place where precious magic weapons and other treasures were kept.
She wanted to see the real scene of this place in the sea of consciousness.
"somebody is coming?"
"It's not an empty city... Could it be that this is the city after the great epidemic..."
Thinking about this, Jiang Su touched Fang Zhe's arm. She used her fingertips to write on the tender flesh of the man's inner arm: "Is the person here hostile?"
When you go out to judge whether an unknown old city is safe or not, it all depends on how the locals react to outsiders. Jiang Su is actually not worried about his own safety.
Please, who is next to me? Crazy sword Fang Zhe, the villain boss reserve who slaughters his whole family in minutes.
"Don't worry, I trust your judgment."
Jiang Su's voice was soft and soft, just like the tone of encouraging her own little dog to start learning to worship. In fact, she wanted to hold the dog's paws and let it walk upright in the next moment.
After hearing these words, Fang Zhe's empty eyes actually had a glint of light, and his thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed on Gu Bo's usually unhappy face. If anyone else saw this, they would definitely be able to tell that this man was deep in thought!
My arms are itchy.
Fang Zhe looked closely at the "fish-men" gradually gathering around him.
The ends of the harpoons in their hands were constantly rubbing and colliding with the stone bricks, making a hissing sound. The bells on the harpoons jingled, and the continuous beating of the ground contained some kind of emotion.
These fishmen were unable to stare at the two people in the middle with their left and right eyes at the same time, so they shook their heads and walked sideways, intending to surround the two people.
Jiang Su listened to the sound of thumping on the ground and carefully analyzed whether the melody in the thumping sound corresponded to Gong Shangjiao Huiyu. She tilted her head slightly and frowned. Without knowing the situation, she squeezed Fang Zhe's arm again, with the intention of urging him.
At this time, the legs of the "fishmen" suddenly knelt down, and there was a continuous "bang-dong" sound. They threw all the harpoons on the ground, and the next moment they threw themselves on the ground, kneeling and kowtow to the two of them.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
Jiang Su's heart was also pulled to a nervous and exciting frequency with the sound of everyone kowtowing. She could clearly feel her adrenaline soaring, and her arms were almost shaking with excitement.
"Hehe, killing, you can kill, blood, blood! They took the initiative!"
"No more, I can't bear it anymore! Take action!!! Let's kill!!!"
Jiang Su suddenly pulled out an ancient rusty hatchet from his waist to kill, then took a step back, holding the knife in one hand and making a seal with the other, as if he was about to release an arrow from a bow.
When the "murlocs" saw the young girl in green suddenly taking out a weapon that glowed faintly in the moonlight, they directly expressed their shock with their bodies - kowtowing even more violently!
Some fish directly stick their mouths to the ground and kiss the ground with their mouths again and again. There are also fish-men that look like monkfish, and the lanterns above their heads make a "clicking" sound when they hit the ground.
When Jiang Su heard this, he said, "Hey, are you starting to use magic?" ! ! No, I rushed! ! ! When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.
Without saying a word, the girl in green stepped forward with the knife in hand and went straight to the monkfish man who was kowtowing.
When the surrounding fishmen saw this, they took a step back and kowtowed in an even more respectful manner.
Fang Zhe's words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know when to say them. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Su cut off the fish-man's "long lantern" with the sword raised and lowered.
"Okay..." the red monk suddenly said.
Jiang Su subconsciously replied: "Have vision."
Wait...what? What is Fang Zhe talking about?
"Fang Zhe, what's good???" Jiang Su asked in confusion. She didn't look back, she still closed her eyes to face the enemy, her blood was hard to cool down.
The red-clothed monk now held the girl's hand that was about to strike at the fish head again, and a low and hoarse voice sounded from the girl's upper body: "Yes... okay."
"What's good?"
"People...okay."
Did I make a mistake?
