Duan Xinghun carefully investigated the underground of Bibo Lake for several days.
After coming out, he said to Fang Jingtai, the magistrate of Suyang County: "There is no trace of the dragon girl, and there is no longer a strange atmosphere in the ground. Suyang City is still safe now."
Does this mean that Suyang City has now become a livable city again?
But soon, Duan Xinghun changed the subject and said: "Under the blue wave lake, there are still some residual energy of the earth's veins that are still leaking out, and it will be completely barren in about one or two years. By then, Suyang may become a city completely suitable only for A city where mortals live.”
Yes, without the energy of the earth's veins, even the lowest level of weirdness will be difficult to breed, and monsters will not be willing to come.
Not to mention practitioners.
For example, warriors, before the innate stage, basically focus on tempering their own Qi and blood, and their reliance on the energy of earth veins is relatively low, which is not bad. But once entering the innate world, the warrior must communicate with the heaven and earth and activate the external energy. Only then can he break through the spiritual aperture and continue to progress.
The same is true for scholars. Without the nourishment of vitality, it is difficult for talents to go beyond three inches and reach the level of showing off and killing the enemy. Even if they are full of talents, they will be like a dragon trapped in a shoal, or like a tree without roots, and they will eventually be in vain.
As for those who cultivate immortality, there is no need to say more.
Without vitality, it is difficult for a cultivator to make progress!
Suyang City may become a real mortal city without monsters, weirdness, or practitioners...
What kind of world would that be?
How would the Zhou court treat such a city?
In the lobby of the county government office, under the high-hanging plaque on the mirror, the magistrate looked at his empty left sleeve through the square mirror.
That day when the dragon cut the blood and the golden dragon blood fell, Fang Jingtai was greedy to take it, but in the end, one of his left arms was corroded by the golden blood!
But what no one knows is that although he paid the price of an arm, Fang Jingtai actually collected a drop of golden blood.
Even Liu Chenghuang, who shared the same sorrow with him, did not know this.
Duan Xinghun also didn't know this. After he finished explaining his investigation results, he passed the information directly to Pinglan City through the "Mingjing Hanging" plaque.
Then Duan Xinghun said goodbye to Fang Jingtai. Fang Jingtai wanted to stay, but he couldn't keep Ye Lingguan's disciple.
The young master of transforming gods, ranked thirty-sixth on the list of geniuses, how could a small seventh-grade county magistrate ever compare to him?
After leaving the county government, Duan Xinghun did not leave the city directly, but walked into the streets of Suyang City alone.
The Tao discussion with the fox demon had a profound impact on Duan Xinghun. Even now, although he feels that his Taoist heart is slowly recovering, the shock and doubts at that time have always remained in his heart. It cannot be healed for a long time.
One thousand years is too long even for many practitioners.
If you don't become a god, you won't become an earthly immortal. Even if you are in the god transformation stage, you won't have a lifespan of a thousand years!
Therefore, the young Duan Xinghun was actually unable to answer the question of who was right or wrong between Long Nu and Xiao Hong.
But now that he has come to Suyang, he wants to take a closer look. In this grudge between humans and dragons that has been entangled for thousands of years, what are the people of Suyang like now who have been innocently implicated?
Duan Xinghun then walked through the decaying and depressed streets.
He saw someone cleaning up the front of his shop. This was a cloth shop. The business of the cloth shop was sluggish, and the front door of the shop was deserted.
The shopkeeper looked outside the door, sighed, and then went back to wipe the counter in front of the shop carefully with a cloth.
Something made a small scratch on the corner of the counter. The store manager looked at the scratch, exhaled and rubbed it for a long time, but the mark could not be removed.
Duan Xinghun walked by and saw someone working together to carry a basket of gravel walking around the corner.
The two middle-aged men were both sweating profusely and obviously very tired. At the same time, they were silent and did not talk to each other.
Duan Xinghun also saw an old man with white beard and hair sitting in front of his courtyard, holding a small charcoal stove in his hand and staring blankly at a willow tree that had fallen into half on the street.
The willow tree was half dry and half withered, with broken limbs and leaves. It really didn't look good.
The old man could watch it for a long time without moving his eyes for a long time.
Duan Xinghun paused slightly, then walked a little further.
There seemed to be a series of dense houses ahead, but suddenly there was a burst of laughter from a girl in a corner alley.
"A ball, round and round, kick it up and you will be stupid!"
"Chirping, laughing, chirping, crying, chirping, opening one's mouth, chirping..."
"Hehehe, Mr. Xu, you are so angry, Senior Official! But there is nothing you can do..."
Boom!
Suddenly, there was the sound of a ball bouncing. Turning the corner of the alley, I saw a fluffy ball flying up and hitting the wall of the deep alley.
A tiny scream came out from between the balls.
boom!
The ball hit the wall, rolled on the ground, and finally landed at Duan Xinghun's feet.
Duan Xinghun stopped and saw clearly, what kind of ball was on the ground? This is clearly a weird human head with shaggy hair!
If it were any other ordinary person, they would definitely be scared to death at this time, but Duan Xinghun has the ability and confidence, so he is not afraid.
He just lowered his head and saw a pair of dry eyes suddenly burst into bright light among the disheveled dirty hair on the human head. Then, a weak voice said tremblingly in a tone of extreme surprise: "Save me... …”
Deep in the alley, a girl's scream could be heard.
Several half-real and half-real figures of girls ran out from behind. These girls all had pale skin and were all wearing extremely bright and gorgeous clothes.
They screamed, and some rushed towards Duan Xinghun, shouting: "Bad guy, grab my daughter's toys, you go away!"
Some rushed over to "pick up the ball" and said, "The ball belongs to us, bad guys are not allowed to steal it!"
The girl who bumped into Duan Xinghun suddenly seemed to be passing through a shadow when he moved his whisk lightly. She obviously bumped into him, but she didn't actually bump into him.
As for the girls who "picked up the ball", they did not pick up the "ball".
Duan Xinghun raised his hand and pointed, and thousands of white threads shot out from his fly whisk, suddenly wrapping the head on the ground.
The head was wrapped in whisk silk and floated behind Duan Xinghun. Then he changed his finger gestures, and more whisk strands were shot out in all directions.
Whoosh!
Whether at the entrance of the alley or in the depths of the alley, girls running in all directions are tightly wrapped in these fly whisk threads.
Duan Xinghun seemed to be flying a kite, carrying this series of "things", and suddenly he escaped into the ground.
Why go underground?
Because he discovered that there seemed to be a strange source deep in the ground.
The vitality of Suyang City's earth veins dissipated, and there was no trace of the dragon girl. The remaining demons and ghosts either all left, or even some weird ones were trapped in the place of birth and couldn't stay away - they should gradually weaken.
But what I encountered this time seemed to be a little different.
Duan Xinghun therefore decided to take both parties underground, listen to their stories, and then decide how to deal with it.
It is indeed difficult to distinguish right from wrong between Long Nu and Xiao Hong, but is everything in this world like this?
Can't there be a clear distinction?
In Pinglan City, after a day of running around, Song Ciwan not only found a small, single-family house in Shanrenfang as a temporary residence, but also switched identities midway, taking on the appearance of the down-and-out young man Mu Dalang. The demon refining platform in Lancheng found a job as a demon washer.
The demon refining platform is an institution under the government. Basically, there will be a demon refining platform in every city.
Although Song Ciwan left Suyang, she didn't want to give up her job as a demon washer.
If possible, she is willing to remain unknown in the demon refining platform to wash away demons for hundreds or thousands of years, so why not?
Being able to survive till the end of time is the real skill.
Towards evening, Song Ciwan used time and night to escape and quietly returned to the inn room.
Then she changed back to Xin Mian's identity, went downstairs openly, and stayed at the inn for a month.
After returning to the hotel, Song Ciwan left the inn again in the middle of the night.
This time she hugged her big white goose, switched to Song Xun's appearance, and went back to her "home" in Pinglan City without a sound.
There are two main rooms in a small courtyard.
It is very similar to Song Ciwan's home in Suyang, with one room used as a living room and the other used as a bedroom.
The bedroom is divided into two rooms inside and outside with a Duobao cabinet. The inner room is the bedroom and training room, and the outer room is the living room.
In addition, there are two small rooms in the east and west wings on the side of the main house of the small courtyard. One is used as a woodshed and utility room, and the other is used as a stove.
Song Ciwan put the big white goose on the ground, lit the lamp and inspected his home. He was in a very happy mood and said: "Dabai, look, isn't this kind of arrangement very friendly? From now on, this will be our new home. You have to take good care of it." ,do you know?"
The big white goose puffed out its chest. Although it was a little sleepy in the middle of the night, it still tried its best to cheer up, flapped its wings, and followed Song Ciwan in a very steady manner.
Following it, Song Ciwan didn't need to say anything more, and it gradually became excited.
Until a certain moment, it saw a goose cage placed on the east wall of the hall.
"Gah!" The big white goose was no longer reserved and happily rushed straight to the goose cage.
It rushed into the goose cage at once, and a moment later, it poked its head out of the mouth of the goose cage.
"Hang!" shouted the big white goose.
It seems to be saying, this is the residence of Goose!
Song Ciwan smiled softly, walked over, patted her goose head and said, "Okay, this is naturally your residence. Since you like it, then just rest."
She told the big white goose to rest, and she immediately returned to the bedroom.
Before the midnight hour arrives, use up all the remaining times for selling the scales of heaven and earth today.
