After leaving Shushan, Lin Mingyuan and Du Pangpang stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the towering Shushan behind, sighing in their hearts.
Master Mingzhi and Huanxingzi had repeatedly invited Lin Mingyuan to the sect to get together, but he refused. The reason was very simple. Lin Mingyuan could feel the kindness emitted by the other party, but it was the most difficult to repay the debt of favor.
If Ning Hentian and Kuwuhe left without saying a word, Master Mingzhi and Huanxingzi are masters of the Seven Immortal Sects, and now they are nameless, so don’t bother them too much.
Even after Lin Mingyuan's refusal, the two of them sent them to the foot of Shushan and left after confirming safety.
Ning Hentian was very reluctant to part with Ku Wuzai and Lin Mingyuan, but their purpose of traveling was not just for themselves. It was just a way to come to Shushan, and there were other things to do.
The two repeatedly emphasized that they would come to their Immortal Sect to be a guest in the future, and Lin Mingyuan also responded with all his words. Being able to make friends with such two good brothers is the biggest gain in the experience of the Demon Eye.
Of course, there is also Du Pangpang.
Now Du Pangpang just followed Lin Mingyuan and smiled foolishly, touching his head from time to time, looking very interesting.
"Du Pangpang, you have been driven out of Shushan with me, why are you still so happy?"
With this fat junior brother around, Lin Mingyuan was in a much better mood. Because he had left the immortal sect, the other party could not treat him badly.
"Hehe, Senior Brother Lin, I just feel very comfortable with Pangpang!"
"Comfortable?"
Lin Mingyuan smiled and shook his head, probably understanding what he meant.
"Yes, when I was on Shushan, I was worried every day. When I saw any senior brother, I would be humble. I was so suffocating!"
Du Pangpang's voice was muffled, and the fat on his belly trembled.
"It's not like now. After going down Shushan with Senior Brother Lin, I feel better and more angry. The dignity of being a man in the past has returned!"
Lin Mingyuan couldn't help but laugh. He knew that the purpose of Du Pangpang's words was to make him feel more relaxed. This fat junior brother looked big and thick, but in fact he was a delicate mind. He was really a wonderful person.
"By the way, Senior Brother Lin, where are we going next?"
Du Pangpang followed Lin Mingyuan without any decline. In fact, he felt very happy. After being oppressed by Zhao Xuanyi and others in Shushan for a long time, he was no longer bound, and he felt that two pounds of meat were lighter.
"Where to go? I haven't thought about it yet."
Lin Mingyuan said casually that leaving Shushan was not in his plan, so there was no further plan for the time being.
However, in the Demon Eye Grotto, the divine thoughts left by my father told me that if I want to get further into those secrets, I need to achieve good results in the Immortal Sect Martial Arts in two years.
Originally, Lin Mingyuan was planning to practice hard for two years after entering the inner gate of Shushan, and was definitely sure to obtain the qualification to learn martial arts, but his plan could not keep up with the changes. Now that he left Shushan, everything started from scratch, and he had no good ideas for the time being.
"Let's go, let's go to Qingyuan City first."
After thinking about it, the big city closest to Shushan is Qingyuan City. It is just right to be familiar with the road. It is better to stay in it first and take a look.
"Qingyuan City? OK!"
Du Pangpang naturally agreed with both hands. He likes to join in the fun the most. Qingyuan City is more fireworks than Shushan, and must be very fun.
The purple sword was destroyed, and Lin Mingyuan could no longer fly on the sword. He was quite uncomfortable. It seemed that he had to be put on the agenda earlier after breaking through the Golden Pill Stage. Fortunately, his pace was not slow after his cultivation level was improved.
Du Pangpang rushed to the gate of Qingyuan City before dusk.
After passing the spirit stones with a familiarity, Lin Mingyuan stepped into Qingyuan City again. It was still as prosperous as ever. There were monks coming and going on the street. The only difference was that the last time I entered the city, I came as a disciple of Shushan. This time
He became a casual cultivator.
"Senior Brother Lin, this is the first time I have come to Qingyuan City. It's so lively and much more interesting than the bird place in Shushan!"
Du Pangpang left Shushan and gradually let himself go, no longer restrained when speaking, as if he had become a different person.
Lin Mingyuan just threw out a few top-grade spirit stones for him, so that Du Pangpang would buy the gadgets he was interested in. He came to the big market and watched the crowds of monks flowing around, and his mood became better.
Get up.
"Look at it, take a look. The newly released Qi Gathering Pill only has twenty low-grade spirit stones!"
"The medium-grade magic weapon, bronze sword, is a must-have for self-defense when going out. You deserve all the dreams of sword cultivators!"
"Centennial Ganoderma lucidum, life and death, flesh and bones, and the old man is free and unrestrained!"
There were constant shouts at the market, and the monks were shouting for treasures from their vendors, which seemed very lively.
Du Pangpang had been dazzled by the sight. He was holding a few spirit stones in his hand and looked around, hoping to dive into these vendors. Lin Mingyuan also stopped and looked at these gadgets curiously.
Soon, he was attracted by a corner next to the big market.
There were a circle of monks here, and they all looked in and squeezed in. But strangely, there was no hawking sound here, and I don’t know what was selling.
Lin Mingyuan was curious and walked towards the crowd. A faint spiritual power wrapped around his body, gently pushing the crowded monks away.
"Hey, what are you doing..."
The monks on the outside saw a young man squeeze in and were about to scold him. After realizing the pure aura on his body, they finally closed their mouths. Most of the monks in the big game were casual cultivators who were refining and building foundations.
, not very strong, but still have eyesight.
Lin Mingyuan finally came to the front of the crowd and saw a scene inside. Unexpectedly, there were not some vendors inside, but two children squatting.
Two children, one boy and one girl, looked only about eight or nine years old, sat together on the same step. The boy looked unkempt, but his eyes radiated with a ray of determination.
The girl has a simple ponytail and looks pale and thin, but she can tell from her bones that she is a beauty.
There were a few lines of words written on the rock in front of the boy. Although the handwriting was crooked, Lin Mingyuan still understood the general meaning.
Selling a contract!
The children in front of me were actually selling themselves. No wonder many monks were watching here. This is really a strange thing in Qingyuan Chengli.
The little boy looked at the monks in a circle nearby, biting his chapped lips, gently hugging the girl beside him, and comforting her.
"Good Xiaotong, when my brother has a spirit stone, he will go back to the mountain to bury his master."
The boy's voice was very small, but with the strength of Lin Mingyuan's spiritual sense, he could still hear what he said.
"Well, I'll listen to Brother Tianyou."
There were tears in the girl's eyes, and she felt the naked eyes of the monks around her, and she held the boy's hand tightly in fear.