God, he quietly likes this seat

Fortunately, Zhong Ling no longer had a tense face when he actually went out to do something.

Before dawn, and the people in Jinglong City didn't come out so early, Yan Huaizhou followed Zhong Ling through the lonely streets, all the way to the place where the transfer pavilion was before.

When he came here last time, the Fortune Pavilion was full of guests, and it was so lively to greet and send off, but now that beautiful and magnificent palace has disappeared, leaving only this irregular circular open space in front of him .

The sea of ​​small flowers planted in front of the transfer pavilion was originally one of the most beautiful scenery in Jinglong City, but it was trampled to pieces by the monks who came to vent their anger.Occasionally, there are a few flowering branches that survived the disaster and sit by the side, showing a bit of depression of people taking tea to cool down.

Zhong Ling walked slowly in this open space, squatting down from time to time｜to observe the traces left on the ground, and after a long time, he whispered to himself: "Could it be that this palace has always been decorated with Yaotai mirrors for a hundred years ago?" Is it an illusion as a support?"

He always felt that it was impossible: "Let's not say that no one can see through it. How could the Yaozu only use the Yaotai Mirror for this thing for a hundred years. This alone is very strange."

Yan Huaizhou said: "Not necessarily. I'm more inclined to think that it was indeed lost or damaged. Otherwise, why should the monster race shrink back and dare not make waves for so long. Don't forget, it is precisely because of the power of Yaotai Mirror Going too far, the monster clan used this thing to run rampant in the Nine Provinces, deceiving the world and defrauding many people, which caused countless senior celebrities to join forces to destroy it."

Zhong Ling thought for a while and asked, "Do you still remember the illusion we visited in Gale City? It is said to be an imitation of Yaotai Mirror, which can turn ordinary monks into dust."

Yan Huaizhou said: "Of course I remember."

Zhong Ling asked: "Then could you see its flaw at that time?"

Yan Huaizhou nodded: "It can be seen. The beauty there is beautiful, but it has lost the most important vitality. It is far less real than Juling Mountain."

Zhong Ling said: "That's right, the real Yaotai mirror can't be separated into two places. The illusion of Juling Mountain has been created for more than a month. During this time, how does this place continue to operate?"

Yan Huaizhou looked at the ground under his feet thoughtfully, and said to Zhong Ling after a long while: "A Ling, don't try to get into the wrong place and link everything with the Yaotai mirror. The Yaozu must have planned for a long time this time, and they want to Although it is not easy to move a palace out of thin air, it is not impossible."

After they spent nearly an hour searching the open space inch by inch, the streets were bustling with people.

Zhong Ling looked around and stopped in front of a nearby small stall selling breakfast.

The shopkeeper of the stall is an elderly man who graciously invites guests to sit down when he sees them coming.Zhong Ling took the opportunity to sit down and ordered two bowls of noodles, but he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time. He only talked to the shopkeeper with a pleasant face: "Old man, have you always lived in Jinglong City?"

The old man saw that these two younger generations were both outstanding in appearance, not ordinary, so he couldn't help admiring in his heart, and when he heard Zhong Ling's question, he immediately replied enthusiastically: "Yes, our family's ancestors have set up stalls here for generations. It seems that there are several generations."

Zhong Ling said sincerely: "That's great, I have something to ask, I wonder if the old man can chat with me a few words."

There were no other guests at the moment, so the old man certainly did not refuse. He glanced at Zhong Ling, and he understood a little bit: "I think you two seem to be cultivators of the Tao, so you want to ask the Fortune Pavilion?"

Zhong Ling nodded to him: "Exactly. I want to know how it disappeared that day. Was there no sign before that?"

The old man has been asked this question by many people recently, and he immediately replied: "It's strange to say that I was about to go home after finishing my work that day, when I suddenly heard a bang. I only blinked my eyes, and such a big transfer cabinet , It disappeared in no time! Hey! I thought I was old and blind, and I stood here in a daze for a while."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and recalled carefully: "People from the whole street gathered around here to watch the excitement. After a while, many immortal masters came and rummaged and yelled, almost knocking over my stall. I also listened to They talked about it, only then did they realize that the Yaozu caused a big problem, and they probably hid themselves."

Zhong Ling asked again: "When the Transit Pavilion was first established in Jinglong City, did it also appear out of thin air?"

The old man said: "That's not true. This place was originally an open space, and the transfer pavilion was built after the demon clan came. But they will decorate the palace pavilion with illusion every few years. Everyone is not surprised, and no one Think elsewhere."

Zhong Ling remained silent, and Yan Huaizhou interjected when he saw this, "Then after the transfer pavilion disappears, can we find other monster races in the city?"

The old man sighed: "It used to be quite a lot. In Jinglong City, people, monsters, and demons often come and go. Many monster clans have already settled here, but now—— Not a single one."

As if he couldn't bear it: "The monster race in the city ran away, ran away, and killed all those who couldn't escape."

"Actually, if you want me to say this, it's too cruel to do this. Many monster races are just doing their jobs, and they have never done anything bad. Nuo, the empty booth opposite was originally a little rabbit monster. There. He sells green vegetables in the morning and storybooks in the afternoon. Every day he chats with the old man and me, or squats and eats radishes cheerfully. He has never caused any trouble. After this incident, I have never seen him again. I have passed him, and I don’t know what is going on with him now. Oh, what a crime!”

When he said this, he suddenly remembered the attitude of these monks who hated the monster race, and suddenly felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Don't be offended, you two, we don't dare to take care of your immortal affairs, I just mentioned it casually ,No other meaning."

Zhong Ling came back to his senses, and said softly, "It's okay. Thank you, old man."

He chatted with the shopkeeper for a few more words, then raised his chin to signal Yan Huaizhou to leave.Yan Huaizhou got up and threw a piece of gold on the table as a token of thanks, and the two of them turned back along the same path.

Zhong Ling returned to the room, spread out a piece of rice paper on the desk, and asked, "What did the Ninth Demon Lord tell you about the entrance of the demon clan?"

Yan Huaizhou said: "He said that the old lair of the monster race in the Northern Wilderness is extremely secretive, and the phantom formations are nested one by one, but the real entrance is at the bottom of a cold pool. After getting out of the cold pool, follow a small path to find a forest, that is gone."

While he was talking, Zhong Ling wrote down all the clues he knew, and circled the important parts with a red pen. Then he stood in front of the desk for a long time, with an air of deep thought.

He stood from the morning until it was dark, and there was no more content on the paper.But the more clueless he was, the more he didn't know where to start. Zhong Ling was so restless that he couldn't help pacing back and forth.

Yan Huaizhou had been obediently sitting on the stool, not daring to disturb him, but now he was turning his scalp numb, and finally stood up, looked closely at the densely packed rice paper, and said with a dumbfounded smile: "A Ling, what are you doing like this?" Are you tired? Let's find a way to find a demon cultivator, and try to see if we can get something out of it, or we'll be done."

Zhong Ling frowned and said, "You put it simply, where can I find it?"

Yan Huaizhou triumphantly said, "Do you even need to ask? Of course, we went to the black market. There are rewarding missions issued all the year round, and people of various religions and high-ranking classes are posted there all year round. They are very well-informed. Maybe we can bump into a demon cultivator for us."

Zhong Ling was a little surprised: "You still know this kind of place?"

Yan Huaizhou shrugged his shoulders: "Occasionally, I will go on a trip to cover up the truth with a cover-up, and take orders that others can't do to earn some rewards. Otherwise, do you think where I get the money from, and I rely on robbing houses to eat?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Ling vigilantly: "You must keep this matter a secret for me, and I will save face."

Zhong Ling never thought of this.Yan Huaizhou is also the son of a family who grew up in rich clothes and fine food. He was used to spending a lot of money when he was young, and he has never suffered anything.But now he actually needs... to make money by himself?

Thinking of Yan Huaizhou's hardships these past few years, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty because of his unreasonable anger towards him in the morning.

Yan Huaizhou looked forward to it a lot, and finally saw Zhong Ling softening his face with a complicated expression.He would not let go of such a good opportunity, and hit the iron immediately: "It's still early, and there will be no one there until midnight. You've been tired all day, why don't we go to the night market to relax—you don't know , the night market in Jinglong City is very lively."

Zhong Ling didn't have such thoughts, but seeing Yan Huaizhou's longing face, he couldn't bear to let him down after all, so he could only sigh, "That's fine."

Yan Huaizhou was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he immediately happily dragged him out and took him all the way to the crowded market.

Here, as he said, there are bright lanterns hanging everywhere, the sound of hawking and yelling can be heard endlessly, and all kinds of people crowded the avenue tightly, creating a bustling and bustling scene.

Yan Huaizhou had never seen so many people gathered here at the same time, he couldn't help but wondered, and asked a young couple passing by: "What special day is today, why are you hanging up the lanterns?"

The couple had smiles all over their faces: "You guys came here from outside to play, right? What a coincidence! Today is the prayer festival for our Shocking Dragon City, and there will be fireworks in the city later... "

Yan Huaizhou was overjoyed when he heard the words, and looked at Zhong Ling with a beaming smile.

In fact, Zhong Ling seldom crowded with pedestrians in such a noisy place, and he was quite at a loss at this moment.Yan Huaizhou's heart moved, and he naturally reached out to hold his hand, and brought him to his side: "A Ling, there are too many people, don't get separated."

He noticed that Zhong Ling's fingertips were trembling, and then he tried his best to shake him off. He purposely clenched his palm tightly, pretending to be unaware, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Ling blushed to the point of his ears, and was even more afraid that he would argue with him here, so he lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "Yan Huaizhou, you are... simply insulting politeness! In public, don't you even know how to avoid suspicion?!"

Yan Huaizhou innocently said: "Avoid suspicion, it's just for fear of getting lost, isn't everyone else like this?"

Zhong Ling followed his gaze, and the men and women beside him were indeed holding hands, and none of them cast strange glances at them.His breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't get up or down, but Yan Huaizhou clasped his fingers tightly with him as if nothing had happened, and dragged him to continue walking.

The author has something to say: Ah Ling: It's really pitiful that Wanfeng still needs to work part-time to make money.

Xiaoyan: My daughter-in-law thinks that I've had a hard time these years, but it's not at all.