"This... are you sure this is the way to your Master's Temple? Well..."

At noon, Zhao Yiran looked at Hou Xuan beside him with a strange expression and asked.

At this time, the place where Zhao Yiran is located is full of gray and deserted mountains.

It seemed as if I could not see it at first sight, and there was no trace of green...

Although it is the season after autumn,... without green vegetation, there should be some yellow trees and dead leaves, right?

But after looking at it, even the spiritual power radiated to detect the fluctuations did not capture a slight vitality.

That's right, not only did there be no green plants and dead trees, but Zhao Yiran didn't even find a bird or insect thing.

"I didn't expect that in such a huge city, there is such a world where birds can't shit..."

Zhao Yiran couldn't help but curl his lips and said.

The geographical location at this time is the place where the city of Peicheng is located for more than a hundred miles east of Jiangcheng.

Zhao Yiran has been to Peicheng, and his prosperity is not comparable to Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng said it was a city, but if it really took turns, it could be said to be a county-level city.

And Peicheng is a real first-tier city in China.

Although it is not the capital city of Nanhou Province, Nanhou City, as the provincial capital, is much inferior to Peicheng.

However, Zhao Yiran had never been to Nanhou City, and Peicheng had only been to once.

"Actually, this is not considered the boundary of Peicheng. To be precise, the boundary of Peicheng, Nanhou and Guanglan. Due to geographical location and geology, this boundary has been a dispute for many years, and no one wants it..."

Hou Xuan also curled her lips and explained.

"No one wants to go to the border of the three cities... but the area is just a matter of no matter what... Then how did your master arrange you to Jiangcheng? Hou Guanglan, Peichengnan, which city is not better than Jiangcheng... and has a future."

Zhao Yiran squatted on the ground, picked up a small handful of soil on the ground, put it in his palm and rubbed it, then looked up at Hou Xuan and asked.

"Actually, it was not arranged by my master. She died... She asked me to take my junior sister to Peicheng at that time, but I chose Jiangcheng by myself. After all, Jiangcheng can be regarded as my hometown!"

When talking about the master, a hint of indescribable expression appeared on Hou Xuan's face, and then sighed helplessly.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiran no longer mentioned the topic of "Master", but instead squinted his eyes and looked at the small rubbed soil in his palm.

Then put the palm of your hand at the tip of your nose, as if you were studying something.

Xiao Ling, who was standing beside him, looked at Zhao Yiran's movements, was curious and licked the soil on the ground, and then spitted hard with an extremely ugly face...

"Master...it's so salty...how's so salty...it's saltier than the bones stewed by Sister Ling'er..."

Xiaoling, who stuck out his tongue hard and let his saliva flow down, looked at Zhao Yiran with grievance and asked.

"Uh... Brother, how salty it is... Let me taste it~!"

Along the way, a thunder ting attached to Zhao Yiran's arm suddenly appeared and said when he heard Xiao Ling's words.

The little ant that landed on Hou Xuan's shoulder seemed to be eager to try it out when he saw this.

He pretended to lick his mouth, and seemed to be looking forward to what Xiaoling said...

"This is a saline-alkali land... but Xiaoling, you can actually taste the salty... It's very strange~!"

Hou Xuan squatted down with a smile on her face and touched Xiaoling's silly head at this moment!

I just heard what Hou Xuan said about geological reasons, coupled with the barren mountain without any plants and insects, Zhao Yiran guessed that this was a saline-alkali land.

But... how could such a desolate place be chosen by Hou Xuan's master as the place for the nunnery?

This is exactly what makes Zhao Yiran curious.

"This... are you sure this is the way to your Master's Temple? Well..." At noon, Zhao Yiran looked at Hou Xuan beside him with a strange expression and asked.

At this time, the place where Zhao Yiran is located is full of gray and deserted mountains.

It seemed as if I could not see it at first sight, and there was no trace of green...

Although it is the season after autumn,... without green vegetation, there should be some yellow trees and dead leaves, right?

But after looking at it, even the spiritual power radiated to detect the fluctuations did not capture a slight vitality.

That's right, not only did there be no green plants and dead trees, but Zhao Yiran didn't even find a bird or insect thing.

"I didn't expect that in such a huge city, there is such a world where birds can't shit..."

Zhao Yiran couldn't help but curl his lips and said.

The geographical location at this time is the place where the city of Peicheng is located for more than a hundred miles east of Jiangcheng.

Zhao Yiran has been to Peicheng, and his prosperity is not comparable to Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng said it was a city, but if it really took turns, it could be said to be a county-level city.

And Peicheng is a real first-tier city in China.

Although it is not the capital city of Nanhou Province, Nanhou City, as the provincial capital, is much inferior to Peicheng.

However, Zhao Yiran had never been to Nanhou City, and Peicheng had only been to once.

"Actually, this is not considered the boundary of Peicheng. To be precise, the boundary of Peicheng, Nanhou and Guanglan. Due to geographical location and geology, this boundary has been a dispute for many years, and no one wants it..."

Hou Xuan also curled her lips and explained.

"No one wants to go to the border of the three cities... but the area is just a matter of no matter what... Then how did your master arrange you to Jiangcheng? Hou Guanglan, Peichengnan, which city is not better than Jiangcheng... and has a future."

Zhao Yiran squatted on the ground, picked up a small handful of soil on the ground, put it in his palm and rubbed it, then looked up at Hou Xuan and asked.

"Actually, it was not arranged by my master. She died... She asked me to take my junior sister to Peicheng at that time, but I chose Jiangcheng by myself. After all, Jiangcheng can be regarded as my hometown!"

When talking about the master, a hint of indescribable expression appeared on Hou Xuan's face, and then sighed helplessly.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiran no longer mentioned the topic of "Master", but instead squinted his eyes and looked at the small rubbed soil in his palm.

Then put the palm of your hand at the tip of your nose, as if you were studying something.

Xiao Ling, who was standing beside him, looked at Zhao Yiran's movements, was curious and licked the soil on the ground, and then spitted hard with an extremely ugly face...

"Master...it's so salty...how's so salty...it's saltier than the bones stewed by Sister Ling'er..."

Xiaoling, who stuck out his tongue hard and let his saliva flow down, looked at Zhao Yiran with grievance and asked.

"Uh... Brother, how salty it is... Let me taste it~!"

Along the way, a thunder ting attached to Zhao Yiran's arm suddenly appeared and said when he heard Xiao Ling's words.

The little ant that landed on Hou Xuan's shoulder seemed to be eager to try it out when he saw this.

He pretended to lick his mouth, and seemed to be looking forward to what Xiaoling said...

"This is a saline-alkali land... but Xiaoling, you can actually taste the salty... It's very strange~!"

Hou Xuan squatted down with a smile on her face and touched Xiaoling's silly head at this moment!
Chapter completed!