I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Wanxiang Building in Yecheng is obviously a level higher than Wanxiang Building in Shengping County.

The decoration is more luxurious.

There are a total of four girls in front of the door to solicit guests.

The gate is spacious, and the guests are always crowded.

Yi Lin was dull and silent, and rushed in.

The **** the front desk looked at Yi Lin's eyes, and wanted to come up to ask about her origins, but she didn't expect Yi Lin to move so fast and so skillfully that she collapsed in one step.

They didn't stop.

"So impatient?"

The girls on the facade were all taken aback, but since they didn't stop them, they didn't stop either. After all, Wanxianglou is a place where fireworks open the door for business, and there is no benefit to offending customers.

Entering the brothel, singing and dancing gently, extravagant air rushes toward your face.

Yi Lin looked around and quickly recognized the shopkeeper of this Wanxianglou.

Speaking of it, the shopkeeper of Wanxianglou is not too difficult to identify. She is the most charming and beautiful woman who looks most like a flower veteran.

"Look at my baby."

Yi Lin approached behind the woman, opened the placket, and secretly revealed a corner of Chenxiangling.

The shopkeeper of Wanxianglou in Yecheng, named Danniang, was originally dealing with guests, but the childish voice of the teenager behind her surprised her, but when she caught sight of the "baby" in the jacket of the teenager, she was even more surprised. His face changed.

"Agarwood Ling?"

Without a word, Dainiang brought the mediocre young man into the secret compartment.

With the order of agarwood, Yi Lin didn't need to make any detours this time, so he could directly express his meaning.

Dainiang looked up and down Yi Lin, her face turned slightly red at the end, and tentatively said: "Shu Dainiang boldly, dare you to ask the immortal...Senior of Tianjianmen Lin?"

Now Yi Lin was puzzled: "How well is your news?"

Dainiang's face turned redder when she heard Yi Lin's acquiescence, and her wonderful eyes waved in anticipation, as if she could drip water. She covered her mouth with a smile, and answered the wrong question: "Senior Lin is in the industry... but quite famous."

What Yi Lin didn't know was that Xiuniang deliberately broadcasted the news of Yi Lin's "Kujirou" in order to separate herself from the "news from the eldest princess".

The implication is that the reason why Xiu Niang gave the agarwood order is not because of anything else, but because this young man is too strong, she can't stand it or control it.

The news was too outrageous, so in just ten years, it spread ten or ten, and it spread in the circle of Wanxianglou.

Everyone knows one thing.

A strange young man appeared at the Heavenly Sword Gate.

Seems unremarkable, but can be generous, the point is to be able to "nine times."

The Heavenly Sword Gate has always been lonely and lonely, and hardly interacts with Qingluan Tree. After all, the two profound gates are not on the same level. But the appearance of Lin Yi ignited the girls.

This is the thigh of the Heavenly Sword Gate!

"It is estimated that Niang Xiu said something."

Yi Lin nodded and didn't ask too much. He directly took out a large amount of heavy silver from his luggage and threw it on the table like trash.

When Dainiang saw so much silver, her eyes straightened, and she looked straight at the boy in front of her. She was hundreds of times more handsome in an instant. So Dainiang clamped her legs and looked a little bit shy with respectful expression, and asked the boy what she wanted.

...

After half an hour.

Yi Lin hurriedly walked out of Wanxiang Building.

At the agreed time and place, Yi Lin met with Jian Nanchun again.

When they met, Zen Master Kuye still clutched Wang Xiaohu, persuading people to turn to the Buddha.

As soon as Jian Nanchun saw Yi Lin, she sullen her face and stared solemnly: "Go, I found news about Junior Sister, she probably passed by Yecheng yesterday, and we are not far from Junior Sister and them."

Yi Lin Youyou spoke, and the information she said was several times more detailed than what Jian Nanchun had learned: "Fifty miles away, Ma Loushan."

Jian Nanchun was taken aback: "How did you know?"

Yi Lin shook Chen Xiangling in front of Jian Nanchun triumphantly: "Brother, don't forget the specialty of Junior Brother."

Along the way, every time Yi Lin deliberately called Brother Jian Nanchun, Jian Nanchun deliberately did not answer. But this time, in anxiety, Jian Nanchun didn't bother to deny the relationship between "senior brothers and brothers". Now that Yi Lin had found out the news, he hurried out of the city with a few people.

They were in the bustling city at the moment, Yi Lin said "senior brother", Jian Nanchun did not deny it, and confirmed the relationship between the two senior brothers.

In the market alleys, countless seemingly inconspicuous figures quietly took this scene as news, spread it out, and soon passed it back to Wanxiang Building.

Now, Yi Lin's identity in the circle was even more real, and no one doubted it anymore.

...

As soon as they left Yecheng, Zen Master Jian Nanchun and Dry Leaf offered magic weapons at the same time and took off.

Wang Xiaohu wanted to touch Jian Nanchun's flying sword, but Yi Lin pushed him into the arms of Zen Master Dry Leaf.

Wang Xiaohu looked at Yi Lin blankly, his expression seemed to be crying.

The two monks headed west with two young men who were just out of the arena.

Malou Mountain is located to the west of Yecheng. According to legend, there are monsters in the night, so there is a legend that monsters are entrenched, and ordinary people dare not approach it easily.

For the two monks in a mere fifty li, it was a blink of an eye.

In less than half an hour, the four of them flew all the way to the sky above Malou Mountain.

It turned out not only at night, but also in the daytime here was shrouded in clouds of mist.

When approaching the sky above Malou Mountain, Jian Nanchun and Zen Master Dry Leaf changed their faces at the same time, and landed at the same time, landing on the outskirts of Malou Mountain.

"A monster?"

Yi Lin noticed the weird movement of the two of them, and couldn't help asking.

What he actually wants to say is, it's not like it!

Although Yi Lin was not very familiar with Xuanmen cultivation methods, the aura around Ma Lou Mountain was quite different from Qingniu Mountain.

The whole brothel mountain was wafting with the evil smell wafting from Bai Chuchu, the tigress, but this Ma Loushan didn't have that smell.

"No," Jian Nanchun glanced at Chan Master Dry Leaf, and shook his head: "Someone has set up a game here."

"Buddha Amitabha," Zen Master Kuye folded his hands together, and sang a Buddha's name: "Someone is setting up a trapped formation here. In the eyes of Lao Na, it is quite like a magic method."

"Mo Luo Temple? This is impossible." Jian Nanchun actually felt like a magic technique, but his face was pale, he shook his head, and said blankly: "Thousands of years ago, the Buddha and Dao demon went to the three gates, Yan Fuzhou and Mo Luo. The temple and the heavenly sword gate have already made a contract. They will never interfere with the mundane world and must not interfere with the mundane disputes, otherwise the other two sects will be encircled and killed. For thousands of years, the disciples of the upper three sects have all complied with this thousand-year agreement. Not violated. How could the Moluo Temple risk offending our Heavenly Sword Gate and Yan Fuzhou and cause chaos in the duny world?"

The upper three gates represent the top three powers of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demons, namely Yan Fuzhou, Tianjianmen, and Moluo Temple.

Whether it is a human monk or a monster ~www.readwn.com~ but in this circle, no one knows these three names.

Even in the past thousand years, Yusanjia has rarely stepped out of the dunya, but there are still sporadic legends.

Jian Nanchun knows well the rules of the circle.

He knew that Shangsanmen signed a thousand-year agreement.

This agreement ended the millennia-long struggle.

In the past thousand years, it is hard to say that the world is peaceful, but the Shangsanmen is far from the secular and developed in secret.

When Zen Master Dry Leaf talked about the Demon Gate, Jian Nanchun instantly remembered this long-lost name.

His qualifications are relatively low, and he has only heard a few words from the elders in the door of the Mo Luo Temple.

But even the words were enough to make Jian Nanchun's brain fill the terrifying place of the Mo Luo Temple.

Not to mention the strength, the people in the Mo Luo Temple, but the complete demon.

They acted in a ruthless style, recklessly, unrestrained, and they did not agree with each other, and their blood flowed into rivers.

Zen Master Kuye said: "Since the millennium agreement, the Moluo Temple has been hidden from the world, and the rest of the forces in the Momen have been forced to withdraw from the Central Plains, mostly hiding in the hundred thousand mountains in the southwest, or in the boundless desert of the extreme west. Or, across the vast sea, into the southern part of the continent. It stands to reason that within the Daqing Dynasty, the magic gates were declining, and their whereabouts were rarely seen."

Having been listening to the conversation between the two, Yi Lin gradually came to his mind, completing the situation of the world.

At this moment, Yi Lin saw the words of Zen Master Dry Leaf and Jian Nanchun, and the meaning of the words seemed to be saying "This is unscientific", so Yi Lin couldn't help laughing, and inserted a sentence in it: "Hey, all For the benefit. As long as the benefits are adequately given, nothing is impossible. Look at my brother, the high heavenly sword gate, isn't it also appearing in the duny world?"

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