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Northern Territory · Heavy Wind City.

As a town of cultivators, and a town in the Northern Territory, Chongfeng City has always been the busiest place on this frozen snowfield.The northern region is vast and cold, and the natural environment is extremely harsh. Compared with cultivators in other regions, the monks living here are often much better than those of the same level. But similarly, it will be more difficult for low-level cultivators to make a living here than in other regions. .

Miao Le rubbed his hands awkwardly, and the monk standing in front of him couldn't help sighing when he saw him like this.

After grabbing the spirit stone in his hand for a while, the other party handed the spirit stone to Miao Le with some reluctance. After Miao Le carefully put the spirit stone into the storage bag at his waist, he felt rather fleshy. Painfully waved at him.

"Why are there more spirit stones this time than before?" Miao Le asked suddenly.

The monk snorted: "What's the matter, are you going to return the extra reward to the chamber of commerce?"

Miao Le smiled: "There is no reason to spit out what you eat."

The monk couldn't hold back and rolled his eyes.

After a while, he turned around and waved to Miao Le, signaling that Miao Le could go.

Life in the Northern Territory is not easy. He is a buyer of the Shangwen Chamber of Commerce, and his life is better than ordinary cultivators. Seeing that Miao Le is down and out at a young age, and there are some shadows of his brothers, he can't help but take a look at him.

only……

Seeing Miao Le leaving happily, the monk took the storage bag full of spirit stones and went to distribute wages to other caravan cultivators.These cultivators have his sympathy, and can get a little more spirit stones than the low-level cultivators of other chambers of commerce, but who will pity him?

In the final analysis, strength is the most important thing in the cultivation world, and only the strong can have everything.

Even for a Jindan Stage power like the Lord of Chongfeng City, before him, there were cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage suppressing him.

A little cultivator like myself is just an ant to the city lord, but in front of those higher-level cultivators, the city lord is no more than mortal soil...

He remembered the Nascent Soul cultivator he met in the Northern Territory before. The strength of the other party was far superior to that of the city lord of Chongfeng City.

I'm really envious, those extraordinary monks must live a carefree and joyful life.

How could they be troubled?

It's a pity for my own little ones, the monk sighed, now that Nascent Soul cultivator is still in Chongfeng City, the city lord dare not act rashly, when the cultivator leaves, it is estimated that the chamber of commerce will usher in an angry city lord Let's vent our anger and convict.

And Miao Le, who had received his wages, happily walked in Chongfeng City.

With the Lingshi, and the amount is much more than when he was in the business before, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and most of the anger he suffered in the snowy field before was also dissipated.It was rare for him to be extravagant, so he went to Jialing Restaurant and had a meal.

Surviving in the Northern Territory, he never thought about the future. He just lived like this, and he didn't have any lofty ambitions. He only wanted to live a more comfortable and happy life before he was accidentally buried in the Northern Territory on an unknown day.

After drinking and eating, Miao Le is also a young Xiaoxiu after all, feeling overwhelmed by lust, unable to hold his breath, and can't help but have some sinister thoughts.Although his spiritual roots were almost damaged by the strange coffin bearer who came to the caravan before, Miao Le couldn't help but lust for the young man he had glimpsed sleeping in the glazed coffin.

He felt that even the singers and musicians in the Yuexiu pavilions in Chongfeng City could not compare to that young man.

Thinking of this, Miao Le subconsciously walked to the Lexiu Pavilion in Chongfeng City.

After ordering a pot of spirit wine, he leisurely found a seat and sat down, ready to listen to Le Xiu's music, and then go find the right female cultivator later... Hehehe.

Miao Le couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, halfway through his laugh, he suddenly felt that something had hit him on the forehead.That thing contained aura and was so powerful that it almost knocked Miao Le to the ground.

Holding his forehead in pain and walking around, Miao Le found a monk with a much higher cultivation level than him sitting beside him expressionlessly, holding a chess box containing chess pieces in his hand , seems to be a chess repairer.Before, he should be Miao Le who smashed the chess pieces in the chess box.

"My fellow daoist, what do you mean..." Miao Le was a little aggrieved, his cultivation base was no better than the other party's, so he could only ask in a low voice.

The cultivator made a silent gesture to him, and then pointed to the second floor of the pavilion with his finger between the chess pieces.

Ok?

Miao Le looked in the direction of the other's finger, only to see a man in white leaning on the second floor of the pavilion.

The other party turned his back to Miao Le, unable to distinguish his face, and there was no trace of aura on his body, he seemed to be a mortal.

At this time, suddenly a female cultivator dressed as Lexiu walked up to the man in white and whispered to him. The man in white nodded and followed the female cultivator down the stairs to find a The bandstand on the first floor.

There, a middle-aged music repairman was playing the Yaoqin.

The music is long and peaceful, refreshing.

Seeing the female cultivator leading the men in white, the music repairman who was playing the piano stopped and was stunned for a moment. After talking with the female cultivator for a few words, he nodded and started playing again.

And the female cultivator also handed a bamboo flute to the man in white.

The man in white took the flute, turned around, and played it slowly.

His face was directly reflected in Miao Le's eyes.

Miao Le was stunned for a moment.

This white-clothed man... was exactly the handsome young man in the glazed coffin he had been thinking about before.

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Chu Xunzhen played the flute.

This is a very strange feeling. He has no memory of playing the flute at all, but it seems that his body has memorized the method of playing the flute. The middle-aged musician harmonized, and he played automatically.

He forgets many things.

As soon as he woke up yesterday, he found himself lying in a room in this Lexiu Pavilion. He heard from the female Lexiu who whispered to him before that he was unconscious in front of the Lexiu Pavilion.

Seeing that he looked upright, Nu Yuexiu was reluctant to give up, so she rescued him and put him in the pavilion.

When Chu Xunzhen woke up, he found that he couldn't remember anything clearly. He only knew that his name was Chu Xunzhen, and he didn't know anything else. Those who came to Chongfeng City in their own bodies didn't even know.

Fortunately, when the female music repairer took out the bamboo flute and played him a calming song for him, he suddenly discovered that he seemed to be able to play the flute, and he played it quite well.

Seeing that he didn't know where he came from and was homeless, the female music repairer left him to live temporarily in the music repair pavilion as a musician.

Who is he?

Chu Xun really thought about it, but after a while, he felt that it didn't matter, he would forget it, it shouldn't be an important thing.

only……

He was playing the flute, mixed with the sound of the musician's piano, the sound was like a dream, but it was vaguely sad.

What did I forget?

"Goodbye, Xunzhen, never see you again."

No, he must have forgotten something very important.

At the end of the song, he felt a little wet on his face, and raised his hand to wipe it, only to realize that he had already burst into tears.