Now that the front line is short of people, it is a good thing for Shao Fei, who has led troops on the front line, that casual cultivators like Song Ling are willing to come and help.
But what Song Ling thought of was...
If it is just to verify the identity, why verify the mental state?
Could it be said that the counterfeiting of Duquxianzun is really not an exception?
If this is the case, then Shao Fei's move can be said to be a checkpoint, the purpose of which is to screen out those monks or monsters who may be pretending to be others.
"I'm fine, I'm not worried about this." Song Ling rubbed his face and said, "It's better to enter the city as soon as possible. Although Fang Tianxiang seems to be chasing Lingyuan Immortal Lord, who knows whether he will
Are you going to turn around? There are more people entering the city, so it’s safer."
Xue Pei nodded as if he was pounding garlic, and hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, I'm afraid there are risks if you stay outside the city for a long time."
As he said that, he turned around and saw the handyman disciple leading the carriage into the city.
"Look, even the handyman knows not to stay outside for a long time." Xue Pei said in a suppressed voice.
Jiang Yi sighed, nodded, and said, "Well, let's go into the city. However, we don't know what the situation is in the city now. We have to be careful after entering the city."
Why did Elder Mo Xuan’s yard collapse?
Why was Elder Mo Xuan seriously injured?
There are currently no answers to these questions.
Although Elder Mo Xuan is not dead, his soul is injured and he will not wake up for a while. It is impossible to find the answer from him.
In this way, several people turned around and walked towards the city gate.
As Jiang Yi said, the inspection at the city gate was very strict. Even Song Ling, who reported himself as a casual cultivator, had his belongings inspected.
After entering Pianteng Valley, Jiang Yi took the initiative to find an inn to stay.
Pianfeng Valley used to be a small border town in the old days. After the wave of monsters broke out in the South Town Wanshouyuan, it was gradually abandoned and became a no-man's land. Later, Taoist sects entered Wanshouyuan in large numbers, and many casual cultivators and mortals
So the Pianfeng Valley was reorganized, and it became as prosperous as it is now.
In the Windward Valley, there are two major areas.
To the east is the residence of the monks and the palace of the Taoist Immortal, while to the west is the wine shop and tiles, where you can have fun and have fun, and it can be regarded as a place where you can relax.
Originally Jiang Yi and others were qualified to live in the East District, but Xue Pei was unwilling to go no matter what. Jiang Yi followed him to the West District with the attitude of taking care of his junior brother.
Fang Wu is very casual and can live anywhere. Anyway, for him, it is just a place to sleep.
Because after the monks enter the Wind Valley and wait for two to three days, they will be organized into the frontline team and will be led to the front line by the corresponding leader. Afterwards, the team leader will also be responsible for the monks' chores.
After checking into the inn, Song Ling didn't rush to ask about Fang Tianxiang or Ji Ye. Instead, he ordered two jars of wine, sat in the corner of the inn lobby, and drank bowl after bowl.
The monks coming and going rarely looked around the corner.
It was from this position that Song Ling could absorb the whispers of everyone present without any distractions, and at the same time, he could smell their scents.
Second floor.
Fang Wu leaned on the stairs, lowered his head and glanced at Song Ling, his eyes somewhat searching.
Jiang Yi has a rough temper and doesn't know how to think deeply. Xue Pei's fear alone has already occupied all his thoughts and he can't spare any extra energy to think. However, Fang Wu is a person who can use his brain.
Not to mention that Song Ling's sudden appearance was very strange, it was already very doubtful that a weak female cultivator could know Tangtang Jiye.
But I can't figure it out.
The front line is so dangerous. If Song Ling wanted to use their momentum to enter the Wind Valley, he should have sneaked away now. Why was there no movement?
With this thought in mind, Fang Wu walked downstairs slowly, his eyes tightening on Song Ling.
I don't know when the sound of strings and bamboos in the lobby stopped and turned into the sound of crying. Fang Wu didn't even look away. He just held the empty tea cup in his hand and walked towards Song Ling's table.
However, he was halfway through when Song Ling got up first.
I saw Song Ling gliding forward and stepping on the table on the right side by the counter. He swung the scabbard in his hand and hit the white-clothed monk who was drunk and had black eyes.
"Bastard! Do you know who I am?" The monk shook the crying woman in his arms and shouted loudly.
Before the woman fell to the ground, Song Ling had already grabbed her waist and hugged her down.
The people at the same table with the monk all drew their weapons and surrounded Song Ling from several directions, as if they wanted to bully the few.
The shopkeeper behind the counter smiled bitterly, clasped his fists, and said: "Guys, guys... We are doing a small business. If you want to fight, please go out. If you break the tables and chairs, the little ones can only do it."
Reported to the patrol officer."
The so-called street patrols refer to the monks sent out by Taoist sects to maintain public order in the West District.
These monks often hold the power of life and death in the West District. In the eyes of many West District businessmen, they can be regarded as paid talismans.
"I am the street patrolman!" The red-faced monk pointed at himself, staggered to his feet, and said: "Damn it, get out of here! Don't bother me! You didn't invite this little ditty singer.
Here? You gave me money and you still screamed like you were mourning. What a damn unlucky person."
He glanced at Song Ling with eyes wide open, then immediately lost his temper and said teasingly: "The little lady is born well. If you want a hero to save the beauty, how about you come and take her place?"
Others also laughed and verbally teased Song Ling.
The onlookers in the lobby ran and hid, so Fang Wu casually put down the tea cup, walked to the table, and said: "Several of you...it's better to win with more than less. I'm afraid it's not kind, so why don't we two
How about hitting four and bumping outside?"
Fang Wu was wearing a dark green dragon-patterned Taoist robe, and he could tell at a glance that he was a disciple of Qingshan.
The people around the drunkard quickly echoed the warning, hoping not to conflict with the people in the Taoist sect, lest it end badly in front of the adults in the East District.
However, the drunkard waved his hand, hummed repeatedly, and raised his voice and said: "It doesn't matter whether the mountains are green or not, in the Pianfeng Valley, the Taoist disciples are just my subordinates! In the Pianfeng Valley, the street patrol is the biggest!"
Even if it is a dragon, I have to keep it under control, and even if it is a tiger, I have to keep it lying down for you!"
Song Ling ducked back to the outside of the circle surrounded by several people, helped the frightened girl sit up, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, leave here first, hide for two times before talking."
The pipa that had been trampled on the ground had its strings broken.
"M-Thank you so much..." The girl took a few deep breaths, leaned over and picked up the broken pipa, thanked her with tears in her eyes, and finally said: "I'm so kind to you... Huayue Teeth will never be forgotten."
Everyone in the hall saw what she was going through, and some looked intolerable, but Song Ling was the only one who really came to help.
"You don't have to forget it." Song Ling brushed his hand over the pipa, repaired it with a snap of his fingers, and said, "Short of money? After leaving here, go north. At least it will be safer and there will be more mortals."
After saying that, Song Ling took out a small bag of broken silver from the Qiankun bag and handed it to her.