Baoxiang City is the largest of the hundreds of cities in the Western Region.
It is called Baoxiang City not because it produces elephants. After all, an oasis city in the desert cannot support elephants.
Because of the development of commerce, Baoxiang City often has caravans from all over the world. Some of the caravans coming from Nanjiang were riding elephants. These caravans were once a major force in Baoxiang City, hence the name Baoxiang City.
As time passed, although the power of Nanjiang merchants was replaced by Western Boluo merchants, the name Baoxiang City was still retained.
No matter how beautiful the scenery of the Western Region is, riding on a camel and eating sand for more than ten days is not good. When we set up camp at night, Wei Xi and the others climbed down from the camel like female ghosts and rubbed their buttocks for a while before they felt better. point.
"Senior sister, are we going to do this when we go out in the future?" Qian Liangfeng asked Wang Huan with a grimace while rubbing his butt.
"Junior brother, you also know the situation of our sect. We can't afford those magic weapons. Senior sister advises you to exercise well to avoid suffering when the time comes."
Hearing this, Qian Liangfeng almost burst into tears. Although he was only the son of the owner of Mihang, he had never suffered so many sins since he was a child.
"My parents also said that cultivating immortals is a blessing," he yelled, trying to stop crying, "I came here to wake up from dawn to dusk, meditate, get beaten, read, and practice calligraphy..."
Wang Xin handed a piece of fruit to his sister and asked Wei Xi and the others to get the fruits he took out.
"What kind of blessings do you enjoy?" Wang Huan laughed at Qian Liangfeng's unlucky look and said seriously, "It's better to stop your worries as soon as possible and not use you to fill in the formation..."
"Little sister," Wang Xin interrupted at the right time, "go to bed early after eating, and you have to change to Senior Brother Lin's class in the middle of the night."
Wang Huan consciously made a mistake and went down the steps given by his brother.
Qin Feng grabbed a good spot for himself and Wei Xi to take shelter from the wind. The two of them were rolled up in bedrolls. Lingyin stuffed her head under her wings and fell asleep.
The caravan was not cautious and did not dare to light a bonfire. They only dared to light a few fires. After all, the night was not peaceful.
Bandits often appeared between the several inns, and the caravan hired a lot of bodyguards. They were divided into three shifts to keep watch.
Apart from the indifferent leader and Wei Xi, the only remaining members of the Qingcheng faction were Senior Brother Lin and the Wang family brother and sister. Naturally, the three of them also took turns to watch the night. After all, they had to be careful when going out. .
It's just that cultivators are prohibited from killing the weak indiscriminately. The weak here does not refer to weak cultivators like Wei Xi, but to people who are weaker than the cultivators. The end result of indiscriminate killing is death of body and soul. Therefore, people who cultivate immortality generally do not have direct conflicts with others.
In other words, the Hu bandits came over and stabbed these monks. Wei Xi and the others could only stab them based on the matter, but could not take their lives.
When Wei Xi heard this rule for the first time, he really felt that it would be better to become an immortal than to become a bandit.
She could only fight and kill in the world of immortality. Wei Xi guessed that this was a kind of balance in heaven. She learned something in Wen Dao Hall and probably knew the existence of such things as causal cycles, although she didn't really believe it.
There is only one special situation, that is, immortal cultivators judge the grievances between people. In this case, most immortal cultivators act as spokespersons for the invisible and intangible Heavenly Dao, helping Heavenly Dao correct the path and take revenge for those who have grievances and those who have grievances.
Generally, disciples will encounter this situation when they go down the mountain to practice.
As for why they are immortal cultivators, the wise Ms. Wei Xi gave the answer: everyone is tired of running for their lives, so let the idle cultivators do this kind of work.
When Wei Xi's father was busy working on his own land, he had to work part-time at the landlord's house, and when the farming was slack, he went to the mountains to hunt. Wei Xi's mother got up in the morning to cook, clean the house, and take care of the animals. After finishing these tasks, she had the man and the child in her hands. The clothes are mended. None of them seem to have the time to take care of these things... Under the blue sky, all living beings are busy with their own affairs. Who is going to correct the path?
However, Wei Xi made up his mind to be a gangster in the Qingcheng Sect. Qin Feng's role model was Master Han, and Wei Xi's role model was the magic master.
Didn't you see that the old man, the boss, fell asleep after drinking a small amount of wine?
Fortunately, the caravan moved very quickly, and the Qingcheng faction entered Baoxiang City at the appointed time.
The caravan left in a hurry and parted ways with the Qingcheng faction at the gate of the city. Qin Feng became suspicious again, but Wei Xi felt that one more thing would be better than one less thing. Ancestor, please calm down. She had no choice but to put this aside. Doubts are thrown away.
After entering Baoxiang City, Senior Sister Wang Huan smiled sweetly at a soldier from the Western Regions guarding the city gate, and in exchange for the location of the Yuelai Inn, the group of people shuffled towards the joint.
Everyone in the team, from the leader who was in his early 100s to the youngest Wei Xi, were all attracted by the exotic scenery of Baoxiang City.
This is indeed a prosperous oasis city. Vendors in various costumes sell their goods in Northern dialect with different accents. Potbellied businessmen in silks and satins are chatting at the door of wine shops and teahouses. There are also camel teams that have just entered the city. Everyone had their faces covered, and they could even see their colleagues dressed as monks, but they seemed to be from the Western Region sect, not the person Wei Xi and the others were looking for.
"Okay!" Qin Feng looked at the exotic dancer who was dancing on the blanket with a white porcelain head. He called out, took out a piece of silver and threw it on her blanket. The dancer bowed to her. He took a pipa and started dancing.
Because they still had time, they strolled around the streets. Qin Feng spent a lot of money. Wei Xi persuaded him not to leak money along the way. When they arrived at Baoxiang City, they were finally able to release themselves.
Fortunately, Qin Feng had a very picky eye and bought a bracelet with emeralds and a small clock. Inside were twelve oil paintings of scenic scenes in the Western Regions. The scene changed every hour, and the small animals could still move. Men was so greedy that Qin Feng directly received it in the Qiankun bag, putting an end to his thoughts.
Wei Xi was more pragmatic and bought two inconspicuous robes based on his and Qin Feng's stature. Qin Feng was in high spirits and didn't want to change, so he stuffed the two robes together.
In desperation, Wei Xi bought two more hats like hats. The sun in Baoxiang City was so poisonous that it was almost the beginning of spring and it made people feel dizzy.
Finally, after passing by a group of patrolling soldiers, Qingcheng sent a group of people to Yuelai Inn.
The first floor of the inn is very spacious, with fifteen or six tables of various sizes. Behind the counter are a dozen adult-sized wine vats, with wine spoons hung carelessly on them.
Senior Brother Lin asked the clerk if any monks had been here. The clerk said that two sects had been here for two or three days. Senior Brother Lin nodded and immediately asked the clerk to open three large rooms for them.
"Just open one, save some money!" The headmaster jumped behind him, but Senior Brother Lin ignored him.
They really don't have much money on hand, so it's not a grievance for three people to squeeze into one room, but it would be too grievance for the leader to open a room. Everyone knows that the leader is the mascot who makes faces, and the real decision-maker must be Brother Lin.
"Are you a fellow Taoist from the Qingcheng Sect?" Just as the leader sighed, a gentle questioning voice came from behind.
