After entering the gate of Juxianzhai, the hall is there.

The hall is very spacious, with an aisle leading to the backyard; on the left is a counter, inside is an old man with immortal cultivation; beside the counter, there are flower stands, jade, antiques and other objects, and a staircase leading to the upper floor; on the right is a circle of wooden couches and wooden tables, and several monks with different appearances are sitting, either closing their eyes and meditating, or whispering together.

Wujiu stopped his steps and looked around.

A young man with foundation-building cultivation came over, probably Juxianzhai's friend, bowed and said, "Senior, what are you asking for? Juxianzhai is a thousand-year-old shop with a clean and elegant guest room..."

Wujiu waved his hand and interrupted, "Since it is a thousand-year-old shop, are there any fine wine?"

The guy smiled and said, "Senior, Juxianzhai is not a winery..." He pointed and signaled, "Senior, may be visiting friends, please rest here. I Juxianzhai, and I have my own wine!"

Wujiu glanced back.

I saw the old man in the counter bowing at him and said, "The visitor is a guest! Please—"

The visitor is a guest!

It is worthy of being an old store for thousands of years, and this Juxianzhai is quite good at operating methods.

Wujiu followed the guy to the empty wooden couch, lifted up his clothes and sat cross-legged. On the wooden table next to him, there was a wine pot and a wine glass at the right time. The guy was quite tactful and did not talk too much, so he turned around and left. As he had just sat down, several monks not far away raised their hands to greet him.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm lucky to meet!"

"The former senior of the Mu family is disrespectful, disrespectful!"

"Ah...lucky!"

Wujiu raised his hand to return the favor, and said perfunctorily, but turned his back on his back, obviously unwilling to deal with others. Seeing that he was arrogant and negligent, several monks had no intention of making friends, so they gave up and continued to joke. He picked up the wine pot, poured himself and drank it himself, not forgetting to dissipate his spiritual consciousness, and paid attention to the movements around him.

The wine in Juxianzhai tastes good, and although it is not as aged as the winery, it can satisfy your cravings.

And how could Mr. I become a senior of the Mu family?

Oh, the monks killed by Wanshengzi and Gui Chi come from the Mu family. So Mr.'s outfit also becomes the appearance of the Mu family disciples. Two self-righteous old guys are trying to cause trouble. Once they meet the real Mu family disciples, they will inevitably reveal flaws...

"Shopkeeper's--"

At this moment, an old man walked into the door. His hunched back became straight, and the wrinkles on his face stretched a little. He hurriedly said, "Come a few jars of old wine, and more than ten fairies, the more good..." When his eyes flashed around, he was stunned and silent. He was not a reckless person, but he was just obsessed with Fengyue. Unexpectedly, the situation in Juxianzhai was beyond his imagination. He waved his hand and said awkwardly: "No, I've gone wrong..."

The guy didn't know what was going on, so he greeted him-

"Senior, may you come here to visit fellow Taoists? But I don't know which master will report to you."

"ah……"

The old man's eyes turned and he stretched out his hand, "He..." Five or six monks sat in the hall. He pointed his fingers, but poked them up again, signaling: "He is in seclusion in the guest room, don't bother!"

"Since that's the case, please wait here!"

"Uh-huh……"

The old man was taken to a wooden couch by his friend and got a pot of wine. He was very surprised and sat down happily. Several monks who were still talking greeted him one after another.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm lucky to meet!"

"Senior, may he be from the Mao family in Xihua, I feel respectful..."

The old man glared at his eyes and said in confusion: "Hmph! Do you recognize me? But why bother to talk about it!"

Several monks from the Western China realm shook their heads repeatedly. The old man picked up the wine glass, tasted it, smacked his lips, and said to himself: "Wine is colorless, how can there be the fun of wind and moon..." He suddenly felt guilty and couldn't help but turn his head and glance. On the adjacent wooden couch, someone turned his back to him, buried his head deep, and said with a voice to him hatefully-

"Damn Lao Wan, I have a word first. This is just an inn, but you don't believe it. He actually followed and asked more than ten fairies to accompany you. I'm not afraid of being exhausted..."

Lao Wan, also known as Wan Shengzi, saw Wujiu entering Juxianzhai, and he couldn't help but follow him. Unexpectedly, he had to lie about visiting fellow Taoists.

"Oh, don't yell, you know what I know..."

The Son of All Saint knows that he is in the wrong and begs for mercy.

Wujiu was reluctant to give up, and continued to send a message to scold: "The classics say that the white ape is sexually lustful. It is true. Old man, you are now ecstatic, but you cannot be lustful and obsessed with it. This is why I warn you not to defile the daughter of a good family, and you must not be lustful and have the intention to see lust, otherwise I will cut off the root of your life!"

"you……"

Wan Shengzi was very angry and defended: "Lao Wan is just to appreciate the wind and moon and understand the realm, not as you said. But..." He was a little angry and said in an innocent tone: "There is a saying in ordinary people that those who are close to the Mo are black. If it weren't for your words and experiences, how could Lao Wan meet the two fairies? And the two weak fairies actually made Lao Wan unable to withstand..."

"Shut up!"

Wujiu still sat with his back to his back, holding the wine pot, frowned, and said bitterly: "Lao Wan, remember it for me. I, Wujiu, never make promises lightly, and never break my promise!" He raised the wine pot and drank the wine, still feeling helpless.

In the chaotic world, it is a big flame cauldron. It can forge mortals into immortals and refine immortals into their true form. No one can tell what the ancestor of a demon clan will become.

"snort!"

In the past, the furious Halloween Son had already had anger, but at this moment, he just hummed secretly. He drank wine and showed weakness, "I, Lao Wan, are a master, you don't have to worry about it. Why are you here alone..." He couldn't help but turn his head and look at it without getting a response.

It was convenient for three people to walk down the stairs by the counter. The old man had the cultivation level of the eight or nine levels of Feixian. The two middle-aged men followed were also masters of Earth Immortals. After the three people appeared, they did not leave, but stood in the hall and talked to each other.

"The thieves flew to the Western China realm..."

"Several families near Xiliang Ancient City were all invaded..."

"It is said to be a thief from the ghost cultivator..."

"Ghost Witch..."

"It is the ghost witch of the ghost clan. Now the Western Chinese community has summoned experts from all over the world to encircle and suppress..."

"Master, you and I should also help you..."

"Well, how can we allow thieves and man-made disasters to disrupt the original world..."

The master and apprentice talked for a moment, took out a handful of five-colored stones and threw them on the counter, and then walked out the door together, with a very upright attitude.

Several monks from the Western Chinese realm in the hall were already surprised-

"The ghost clan has arrived in the Western China realm?"

"How can the master say be false?"

"I'll tell the elders of the clan quickly..."

"Yes, you and I have been out for many days, and we will return quickly..."

Several monks stood up one after another.

The old man at the counter shook his head slightly and said knowledgeably: "Last night, this incident had spread throughout the city, huh..." Seeing everyone walking out, he didn't care, and the young man and the old man hurriedly rushed out.

In a blink of an eye, Wujiu and Wansheng Son rushed outside the door.

"Gongxizi?"

"Um!"

"I recognize that man. He was a disciple of the Wei family. I heard that he had harmed you. It's really a narrow road for enemies..."

"He is a disciple of the Jade Temple!"

"Oh, so you're waiting for him, why not say it earlier, and just think about Lao Wan's joke..."

"I met yesterday and came here today. As expected, he did not recognize you and me..."

"Say it, how do you act?"

"There must be an intention when Gongxizi comes to Mutian City. I will go after him, and you call Gui Chi..."

The two paused in front of Juxianzhai's door and turned around and left.

The Halloween Son returns to the small building where he lives.

Wujiu followed the street and walked forward quickly.

The spiritual consciousness can be seen, a hundred feet away, three familiar figures were shaking, which were Gong Xizi and his two disciples.

Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief and was suspicious again.

Since the battle in Penglai Realm, Gong Xizi has disappeared. Unexpectedly, in Mutian City, far away, he actually met that guy again. He is a disciple of the Jade Temple and would never come to the Xihua Realm for no reason. No matter what his purpose is, he cannot let him go today.

In addition, the whereabouts of the ghost clan he mentioned are true or false, and where is the ancient city of Xiliang, and why is it not marked in the picture...

There are endless pedestrians on the street. The shops on both sides are still quaint and have a unique landscape.

Wujiu was focused and focused on the three figures in front of him.

Along the way, the three of them did not stop and walked straight through the street and headed towards the city gate.

Is Gongxizi leaving the city?

Wujiu was a little excited and quietly accelerated his pace.

In Mutian City, he dared not act rashly. Once he left the city, he would have no scruples.

At the same time, the sound of the transmission sounded—

"Wujiu, I'm about to look for you. It is said that there are ghost tribes in the ancient city of Xiliang..."

Wujiu glanced back.

Hundreds of feet away, two old men appeared. They were Gui Chi and Wan Shengzi, who were both chasing him.

"Well, this is strange..."

Wujiu kept responding with a voice transmission.

"Not even true or false, you can't miss it..."
To be continued...