Countryside Rhapsody

The more you go in, the more you can find something wrong here. Those tiny tadpole patterns are spinning from time to time as if they are going crazy, sometimes in a clockwise direction, and sometimes in a counterclockwise direction. Rotating, round and round, like a broken hour hand, you can even faintly hear the chirping sound like the chirping of a small sparrow.

It's noisy, it's noisy, it's annoying, it's annoying.

This is Qin Boran's only feeling. Those disordered tadpole patterns should be the core of a large magic circle, because their disorder makes the magic circle also disordered. Walking in it, Qin Boran only feels a headache unbearable , the more he walked inside, the more painful it was, cold sweat rolled down his temples, his face was pale, but he turned all the pain into his own grip and firmly held the folding fan given to him by the landlord, this is The only way he can divert the pain.

Walking in this place, the consciousness is extremely vulnerable to attacks, and these attacks are quite random. When he closes his eyes, Qin Boran can clearly see his mental image of being wobbly and restless as if an earthquake had occurred.

Sensing the strange phenomenon here, Qin Boran quickly turned his head to check whether the proud owner also had any uncomfortable reactions.

Contrary to Qin Boran's expectations, the proud landlord didn't react at all, he didn't frown, sweat, or show any pain, as if he didn't notice something was wrong around here, he was still looking around curiously, his face full of pain. Filled with curiosity and excitement.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Noticing that Qin Boran was looking at him, the proprietor proudly turned his head, seeing Qin Boran's face, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly? ?”

Qin Boran lowered his voice: "There seems to be a very powerful formation here, and this formation is experiencing turmoil right now."

Qin Boran doesn't know if the proud poster can understand this statement, but now he can't make it more obvious than this. The tadpole pattern is one of the common decorative patterns all over Feiqiong's territory. It is obvious who left these patterns He doesn't want others to know that these little tadpoles are related to the formation buried in Feiqiong. If he slips his mouth now, it will definitely cause trouble if someone who cares about him hears about it. Now Qin Boran is most afraid of causing trouble.

Helian Yingdou was still waiting for him to go back.

He must get the nine-turn glazed lamp at the auction tonight.

"Let's go." Qin Boran took the hand of the proud landlord and quickened his pace: "This place is not suitable for staying for a long time."

After only two steps, Qin Boran suddenly stopped, his face was shocked, and he said to the proud landlord: "Jump up."

The proud landlord didn't have time to ask why, because he was pulled by Qin Boran, so he could only jump with Qin Boran, the boy jumped onto the roof of the shop, and the moment they jumped away, a sharp knife was drawn across the ground Guang, there are many people who reacted as quickly as them, but there are still many people who were recruited, their feet were cut off, and the ground was bleeding and crying.

The light of the knife is domineering and fierce. It doesn't know where it came from. It swept across the ground at an extremely fast speed. Qin Boran stared at the ground without daring to be careless. Where did the light of the knife come from? murderous?These are difficult puzzles, and these puzzles will become obstacles for him to leave with the nine-turn glazed lamp.

At the moment of contemplation, Qin Boran suddenly felt an aggressive gaze, looked up, and saw a man wrapped in a black robe and a golden mask standing on the roof in the distance. Holding a long knife, the long knife is entwined with scarlet blood,

The golden mask only covered half of his face, and the moment Qin Boran raised his head, the man even showed a sneer, as if mocking their overreaching.

Qin Boran clenched his fists, his heart was filled with anger, he was annoyed that the masked black hand was destroying his plan little by little, the hand holding the fan was getting tighter and tighter, Qin Boran didn't notice, when his anger rose Suddenly, a bright white light flashed on the fan, and then, the person standing opposite seemed to be attacked, retreating again and again, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After wiping off the blood, the man in black put away his smile, looked around, and disappeared on the roof.

"Brother." The proud landlord withdrew his gaze from looking at the man in black, and said to Qin Boran, "Let's go to the meeting place. After all, it's the site of Zhenbao Pavilion, and no one would be so stupid as to directly fight there."

"it is good."

Jumping off the roof and walking forward, the people who were attacked were moaning along the way and the guards who were busy dealing with the matter watched the blood gather into a finger-thick water and seep into the ground, Qin Bo Ran's mood became even more depressed.

"Brother, have you heard the story of Feiqiong?" The proud landlord suddenly asked, looking at the stone murals on the outer walls of a family beside him, engraved with stories of Feiqiong's heroic ancestors fighting against wild evil spirits, carved The technicians in charge have super-high skills, making the memory carried by the stone come alive: "Is Feiqiong as rich in the past as he is now?"

Qin Boran thought about it carefully before answering the proud landlord: "I only learned about the past events from books and other people's mouths, and I can't guarantee their authenticity, but Feiqiong was not so rich from the beginning. Even when Zhenbao Pavilion was established here, Feiqiong was still a wasteland that was difficult to communicate with the outside world. It was full of miasma, and there were all kinds of vicious spirit beasts entrenched. The former Feiqiong could even be said to be a demon cave. Xiu is entrenched here, and there will be struggles every now and then, not to mention how rich he is now, ordinary people living in Feiqiong at that time were living a precarious life."

Qin Boran told the proud host everything he learned: "It was recorded in the book that there was once a demon cultivator who practiced an extremely terrifying and evil kung fu. To promote the cultivation level, if ten babies are required to work hard during the Qi refining period, then there will be a hundred foundation establishments, and so on. Therefore, during that time, Feiqiong did not even have a newborn baby, not only Feiqiong, because the magic cultivator Because of this, all the prefectures and states adjacent to Feiqiong will suffer."

"What happened to that demon cultivator?"

"Many acts of unrighteousness will lead to self-death." Qin Boran also felt relieved when he said it: "Have you heard of Fengtian King Mo Wuying?"

"I know." The proud landlord showed a very boring expression: "It is the founder of the Fengtian Dynasty, but it has been so long since then, so long that the name of the Fengtian Dynasty has begun to fade, and there are already many people who are not old. Remember the name of that dynasty, so Feiqiong has existed since then?"

"More than that." Qin Boran shook his head: "According to the records, Feiqiong's history is even longer than this, and it can be inferred to the ancient times when the gods and Buddhas in the sky still lived on the land of China."

"Then when did Feiqiong become rich?"

"It is said that Feiqiong's wealth is only 300 years old."

"300 years?" The proud landlord was a little puzzled: "There are only a handful of people who can cultivate Nascent Soul in 300 years, but I remember that the owner of the Zhenbao Pavilion is obviously a cultivator at the transformation stage, isn't he? So how long has the Zhenbao Pavilion existed? "

"The history of Zhenbao Pavilion is only seven or eight hundred years." Qin Boran shook his head: "I also heard this from others, but Zhenbao Pavilion wants to make Feiqiong so rich, and compares it in private. A lot of work, how could such a treasure city be built without rich accumulation, but I don’t know why Feiqiong chose this place in the first place.”

"Is there no place where Feiqiong sells Fengwuzhi?"

"It's strange to say." Qin Boran suddenly raised his head and looked at the proud landlord: "There is no bookstore in Feiqiong territory."

"There is no family?" The proud landlord was a little surprised: "Doesn't everyone here need to read?! When I was in the mountains, I had to learn a hundred characters every day since I was two years old. It hurts! Really, I'm only two years old, why do I have to learn a hundred words every day, isn't this difficult for others?!"

Hearing the complaints from the proud landlord, Qin Boran laughed. Knowing the past of the proud landlord in this way made him feel a little comforted. He had no way to participate in her past, but Qin Boran still wanted to know about his sister Xie Fangchen. Whether the past was good or not, happy or not.

As a big brother, Qin Boran felt that he was negligent, so he wanted to make up for it and give the best to his younger sister.

"Although I don't know why, Feiqiong really doesn't have a bookstore?"

"Then are all the people here illiterate?" Qin Boran always felt that the eyes of the landlord were full of ghost ideas when he heard this question from the landlord.

"Of course not." Qin Boran shook his head: "Feiqiong has the most complete education system in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the books here are priceless treasures, and private collection is not allowed."

"It's so pitiful." The proud landlord showed a look of pity: "People here don't even have the right to read scripts, so what do they usually do to pass the time?"

"I don't think they think so." Qin Boran looked at a busy shop: "It is rumored that as long as the shop can be opened here, it will not close down. They are busy from morning to night. Feiqiong is famous on four continents as the city that never sleeps."

"I think they are even more pitiful." Proud landlord said: "They don't even have the right to rest."

"Maybe they are enjoying it, or not necessarily." Qin Boran looked at the smile on the face of one of the clerks and said, "We are here."

The venue of the Zhenbao Pavilion Auction is a little cold to be described by the words "magnificence and splendor". Qin Boran can't describe the style of the building in front of him in any words. In the simple and solemn atmosphere, there is always the smell of gold, silver and spirit stones. The people who built this building seem to have gone out of their way to use all the most precious materials in the world.

It's just that this building of a local tyrant, which should look like a nouveau riche, does not lose its elegance and solemnity at all, and it can even remind people of the Yuyu Qionglou in the Nine Heavens.

Perhaps the real Yuyu Qionglou is also like this.

Looking inside, the clock was pointing to You time.

The moment he stepped through the door, a scream came from behind.

A monk was pierced through the dantian by the phantom of the sharp sword protruding from the ground. After the phantom of the sword dissipated, he lay on his back and lost his breath.

At the same time, Qin Boran quickly covered the proud landlord's eyes with his hands, his hands trembling slightly, and he felt scared when he saw the monk's position, but in the split second before and after, the person who died might be him.

The proud landlord gently broke Qin Boran's hand, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm not that fragile yet."

Looking at the figure lying on the ground, Qin Boran suddenly raised his head, but he couldn't find anyone who looked more like a murderer. The person in charge of the Zhenbao Pavilion also changed his face when he saw the monk who died at the door, and quickly notified the guards , deal with this unlucky monk.

Looking at the tadpole patterns around him, Qin Boran felt that they were spinning faster and faster.

"Brother, let's go in." Not wanting to stand outside and be the door god, the proprietor proudly dragged Qin Boran inside, showed the two people's admission tickets, and followed the guide of the Zhenbao Pavilion venue who immediately adjusted his status. Go to the venue.

Even after entering the venue, Qin Boran still felt chills all over his body.

And in an alley not far away, someone whispered, "I'm sorry, I missed it."

Accompanied by the voice as deep as the night, it was a slap in the face, and a sharp female voice: "Trash!"

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