Zhan Changfeng went all the way north. She did not seem to encounter the dangers of the icy wasteland. She was only accompanied by silence. She stopped and looked around. Two days later, she met a caravan. None of them were very high in cultivation, except for the leader.
The couple is transcendent, and everything else is just foundation building.
Seeing that they were also going north, she stepped forward and handed over some spirit stones to ride the car. After chatting with the people in the caravan, she learned that this route was the safest. Going from here, passing through the Longxi Corridor, was a plain.
There are more than a dozen aboriginal tribes, and they took goods from merchant ships from the two continents and sold them to the tribes.
Zhan Changfeng followed them for a few days and learned that there was an inn on the Longxi Corridor, which was a gathering place for merchants.
One day, the leader of the caravan selling goods said, "The inn is ahead," and in the blink of an eye, they saw a flock of dark birds flying over their heads with strange cries.
"The storm is coming." Zhan Changfeng pulled the reins and said lightly. The leader's expression was slightly different, and he speeded up, and a group of people galloped.
Except for the sound of horse hooves, the surroundings seemed to be extremely quiet. There was no wind, no drifting clouds, and the whole word was "empty" for no reason. Fortunately, this situation did not last long.
The thousand-year-old konghou was played in the ancient building at night, and the pipa outside the Great Wall was too late to speak. With the guidance of the music, they finally saw the inn standing in the Longxi Corridor.
This inn in the desolate northwest is as big and hard as an ancient castle, but it is also old. The old marks on the rock wall are mottled and deep, as if they were scratched out by the wind and sand day after day.
But the first thing they saw was the guest pavilion in front of the inn. In the pavilion, six or seven men and women, holding harp or pipa, were full of love and desolation, playing music with fingertips.
Escaped from the dust and all kinds of infatuation.
The caravan stopped to organize and prepare for accommodation. At this moment, a man walked to the guest booth and extended his hand to one of the players. The man lowered his eyebrows and handed it over, and they entered the store together.
"Hey, that guy is really rich." A man said enviously while unloading his goods. A few of them seemed to be a little bit unable to bear it anymore. They quickly packed up their things and ran to the pavilion. There were male and female cultivators.
At this time, a person covered his lips and suggested to Zhan Changfeng, "Do you have someone you like? Look at those people, they are good-looking and live well, and they have all practiced Fangzhongshu, which not only relieves fatigue, but also promotes cultivation.
If you come here just once, it will take you two hours to practice."
The leader of the caravan trembled as he listened to his wife teasing Zhan Changfeng, fearing that if Zhan Changfeng was unhappy, he would kill them like the robbers he met along the way.
However, Zhan Changfeng was very tolerant. After listening to the leader's wife, he said, "If you don't look good like me, don't do it."
The leader's wife smiled and rolled her eyes at her, "What a dead man!"
When people have cultivated to the level of Zhan Changfeng, what people can see is not the appearance. The first impression that appears in the senses is the person's "appearance", which comes from the heart.
Just like when the leader's wife saw her, she felt that this person was broad, mysterious, and very handsome and stunning. When she turned to recall her appearance, it was a bit blurry, and she only remembered this sense.
The leader's wife is not a pimp, she only treats her as a joke. She is very close to Zhan Changfeng. Although she is a bit aloof, she cannot resist her gentleness, consideration and strength. The leader's wife silently helps her cover up from Zhan Changfeng.
After getting her wet body, he threw beautiful words at her head like no money, making the leader grit his teeth and call her a nympho.
I really know how to find someone to do it, either for lust or enjoyment, but most people who are successful in cultivation are very restrained, and some who require the integrity of Yuanyin and Yuanyang are even very taboo.
The leader's wife was also joking. She didn't think Zhan Changfeng would find someone at all, but seeing how narcissistic this man was, she couldn't help but scold her. She pointed at the handsome young man playing the konghou and said, "Look at how skinny he is.
The tender meat is so beautiful, isn’t that enough?”
"Beautiful is beautiful, but not beautiful."
"Then who is beautiful?"
"The girl in the middle who plays the pipa is pretty good."
The leader's wife looked over her head for a few times, expressing approval and regret at the same time, "Fool, I'm wearing a red string, so I won't sell myself."
The leader glanced back and forth between his wife, the musician, and Zhan Changfeng in fear, and decisively bowed to Zhan Changfeng to resign, and ran away with his wife.
Zhan Changfeng: "..."
I don't know when the music stopped, and the girl wearing a red string walked out of the pavilion. She was really like a painting, with a body like a thin willow, and a look like ice. But under the eyebrows, her eyes were unruly and magnanimous, as if she had entered the landscape of silk and bamboo.
The sound of the golden harp is as sonorous as the bones of a chivalrous person, and every word of tenderness is heartbreaking.
That is the passion and desolation of the children of Jianghu.
She did not go down the steps, but just leaned against the pavilion pillar, staring straight at Zhan Changfeng, with provocation in her eyes, "Isn't it beautiful?"
Zhan Changfeng's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heart, "I'm sorry, brother."
I'm sorry for talking about him and misgendering him.
The aura on his body was a bit special, easily confusing other people's senses, and he looked like a boy or a girl. Zhan Changfeng just glanced at him casually and subconsciously mistook him for a girl.
The man took off the red rope from his wrist and tied his head, feeling more heroic. Seeing that she changed her words in time, he felt embarrassed and slashed her with a knife. He laughed and looked away, and Zhan Changfeng also entered the inn.
The inn is divided into two halls: an inner hall and an inner hall. The outer hall mostly has a few people sitting around a table and has a more chaotic atmosphere. The inner hall has mostly solitary seats. Everyone is calm and the environment is much more refined.
She and the caravan met by chance and separated after passing the inn. However, when she went to book a room, she found that the leader had already booked a room for her. She did not refuse and turned around to pay for several tables of food from the caravan.
Zhan Changfeng took the key and didn't go to the room. He found a seat alone and ordered a cup of wasteland cream tea.
There were a lot of monks in the inn that day, and several groups of people came in while she was having a cup of tea. The people here are not like those in Beizhao. People from the south are generally accustomed to wide-sleeved robes, but prefer narrow-sleeved riding boots, and their temperaments are also different.
It was steeped in the rough and direct nature of the North, so it became extremely noisy when there were more people, as if a fight would break out at any time.
In fact, this is true, there is indeed a string in the air, tight, trembling, and indistinctly connected to the excessively empty and dull desolate scene outside.
Zhan Changfeng felt that something was wrong with this place. Many people glanced outside the store frequently, as if they were waiting for something.
Bang!
The door of the inn was rudely pushed open, and a group of well-dressed guards rushed in, causing everyone to become breathless and on guard.
The group of guards entered the door and immediately stood on both sides. Many people were surprised and murmured: Look, this dress is not local, but also from the sea?
Zhan Changfeng kept his eyebrows still and thought, what a coincidence?
While sailing on the sea, a ship seemed to be following them, hanging far behind them. Just in case, Zhan Changfeng used Qianliu Technique to check their whereabouts. They were wearing this kind of guard uniform.
When the caravan was on its way the day before, she also sensed a group of monks following behind, and it was these people again.
Although their clothes were uniform, they had no special emblems, so it was impossible to judge their origins. However, judging from the time and place where she found their ship, they should have come from the Nanfeng Continent.
As soon as the two rows of guards were standing, a figure stepped across the threshold. The figure resembled a cliff pines and cypresses, and was dressed in white and blue robes. He looked back lightly, and his aura was as bright as a rainbow. He taught a group of monks to look at each other in disbelief, and the air became silent.
He seemed completely unaware and sat down at an empty table not far from the door, as if he was just having a meal.
The inn was once again lively, but from time to time people would cast their eyes on the male cultivator who was being protected by the attendants, and whisper to each other.