Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

In the wasteland city.

There are many teenage children wandering outside the city gate.

Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo observed for a while, and found that these children were arranged by Huangyuan City to guide the guests who came to Huangyuan City.

These children are basically eloquent, with a smile on their faces, and they can persuade any monks to follow them into the city.

Of course, it can be seen that those monks will definitely not be stingy with giving children a little reward.

What made Yun Mingyuan raise his eyebrows slightly was that these children seemed to be disorganized and unfamiliar with each other, but they wore uniform costumes, and their behaviors also carried a bit of similarity.

It should be after unified training that such an effect can be shown.

He became even more curious about this wasteland city.

I don't know if this is the meaning of the city lord, or someone else's idea.

But it is undeniable that with the existence of these children, the monks outside the city who should be in a mess are all calm and orderly.

He couldn't help feeling in his heart.

No wonder the wasteland city has been able to stand for so many years.

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, but the movement of his legs didn't stop, and soon he followed Mu Qian to the gate of the city.

The guards at the gate of the city didn't look sideways, and they exuded a strong bloody aura, which formed a sharp contrast with the low-level and arrogant guards in Li City.

Their eyes didn't fall on any of the monks. It was obvious that they didn't care about the monks who were about to enter the wasteland city.

The little boy at the door watched for a while, and soon a child walked towards Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo.

"Three immortal masters, do you want to enter the city?" The little boy was so cute that it made people feel happy when they met.

Mu Qian, who was walking in front of Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo, was unmoved. In his opinion, the cubs of demon cultivators are the cutest. What is so good about human cubs? Mainly because some demon cultivators don’t know how to treat them at first. Transformation, which is easy to make into the appearance of human cubs, has since become a dark history that is difficult to look directly at.

Mu Qian nodded: "Not bad."

"Does the immortal master need someone to guide the way? I know the current situation in the wasteland city. Where is the best inn, which one is the most affordable, and some of them are already full. If the immortal master needs to buy a magic weapon for spiritual plants, I can also Lead the way for a few."

It was basically the first time for them to go to the wasteland city, so it was impossible to know the situation in the city. They really needed to know what the kid said.

However, Mu Qian did not immediately agree.

"Then do you know who lived in other inns?"

Mu Qian's words made the little boy's face change slightly.

This is to ask directly who came to the wasteland city. If this little boy can really answer, it proves that the wasteland city basically knows all the monks from outside.

Yun Mingyuan frowned, but soon let go.

Actually this is nothing.

If it is in the information age, all the news is controlled by others, which is not a good thing, but this is the world of comprehension, and the owner of the wasteland city knows it, and it is probably just the distribution of forces who came here.

Moreover, even if the Lord of Wasteland City did not take the initiative to investigate, someone would definitely inquire about the news.

After all, some sects are very popular, and most people subconsciously avoid their edge and will not compete with it.

For example, the five major sects of the Moon Lane World.

The five major sects can be said to be the real top forces in Lanyue Great World. It is rumored that in each sect, there are no less than ten Mahayana monks sitting in the town, and they can crush other forces with only one Mahayana monk in terms of numbers. .

There is nothing wrong with being called a top power.

The places where the five major sects live are not the monks of those sects. It is best to avoid them, so as not to accidentally get involved in the battle between the major sects.

The little boy rolled his eyes and smiled, "Of course I know, but it's not free."

Yun Mingyuan was slightly stunned: "That is to say, other news are all free?"

The little boy's face froze: "Well, the city lord ordered us to entertain all the foreign guests well, how can we charge for the distinguished guests?"

"However," the little boy smiled slyly, "The news that the immortal masters want to know is not considered a service of the wasteland city, so naturally it cannot be free."

Originally, Yun Mingyuan thought that the city lord of the wasteland city wanted to use these children to earn a sum of spiritual stones or silver for foreign monks, but now it seems that the city lord really only intended to let these children treat them honestly. guest.

He was a little surprised.

Originally, he thought that the Lord of the Wasteland City was a calculating monk, but now it seems that his thinking has gone a little bit wrong.

It seems that he misunderstood something.

Yun Mingyuan directly took out a piece of silver and handed it to Xiao Tong: "Are these enough?"

He could tell that these children were ordinary children without cultivation, and if they really gave the spirit stones to these children, they might not be able to keep it.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the child's eyes: these monks actually have money on them, if only he could get a spirit stone...

Yun Mingyuan was a little surprised that he didn't miss the boy's expression.

It seems that he specially took out the money, and made the kid feel a little bit regretful?

He shook his head and did not continue speaking.

Han Xiumo said to Xiaotong, "You can lead us the way first."

Without anyone leading the way, they can naturally enter the Wasteland City, but after all, they don't know much about the city. If they really accidentally offend someone, what happens on the eve of the opening of the secret realm is indeed troublesome.

It's better to make a transaction directly, so as not to have any problems in time.

The little boy nodded, and said in a dignified manner: "Several immortal masters please."

On the way into the city, he introduced the situation in the city, and mysteriously took out a map from his pocket, and asked Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo to buy it for ten taels of silver.

On the map is the distribution map of the forces that have arrived in the wasteland city. Where these forces have lived is clearly recorded on it.

"What kind of sect are the immortal masters from?"

"No." Mu Qian shook his head in denial.

"Well, then it's best not to go to the west of the city. The west of the city is where the big sects gather, and accidents happen there every day. There was a companion there who worked there before, and I haven't seen him since."

Xiaotong's words are not alarmist.

In fact, they can choose which direction to take the guests. Of course, most of them depend on the wishes of the guests.

But every day when the time comes, they have to go back to the place arranged by the city lord to rest together—they are basically children from the Tzu Chi Hall in the city. They have no father or mother since they were young. deep.

A child was missing, so naturally everyone knew about it within one night.

Some timid children were afraid, and even begged the city lord.

It was later learned that the child was angered by those monks in the west of the city because he was staying in the west of the city at night and bumped into something he shouldn't have seen, so he couldn't even see them for the last time.

The methods of the monks are mysterious and unpredictable. Of course, ordinary children like them cannot stop them.

Later, the city lord ordered that all the children return to the Tzu Chi Hall at night, and made some corresponding adjustments when they went out of the city to receive the monks every day.

Although no one told them the truth, these children who grew up together have a keen sense of smell and noticed something.

The child who met Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo cast a certain shadow on the west of the city. If it was not necessary, he would not even go to the west of the city.

Of course, if the three of Yun Mingyuan and the others were not casual cultivators but disciples of the Great Sect, he would not have told them this.

Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo listened to the child's words, thoughtful.

Mu Qian didn't show any expression.

He glanced at Xiaotong with some disgust, human cubs are fragile.

If they were demon cultivators... Well, when the big monsters fight, they will avoid the cubs by default, and there will be no situation where they are angry with the cubs.

Humans are indeed not as good as their demon cultivators.

The little boy didn't notice their expressions.

As he was talking, he suddenly realized something and covered his mouth: "Sorry, I lost my composure just now, can the immortal masters pretend that they have never heard anything?"

He looked at Yun Mingyuan and the others pleadingly.

Obviously, this kind of thing is not what they should tell the guests from outside.

Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo nodded: "Don't worry, we haven't heard anything, and you haven't said anything either."

After all, the child in front of them is just a child, and they don't need to embarrass the child.

Soon, under Xiaotong's introduction, they basically figured out the situation in the city, and finally chose an inn that didn't look outstanding, but lived in it.

Before Xiaotong left, he specially introduced to them the places in the city that sold medicine pills and magic weapons.

The monks who went to the secret realm obviously couldn't lack these things.

They asked Mu Qian's opinion if they want to go and have a look together the next day, but Mu Qian refused.

At the same time, Mu Qian, who is a demon cultivator, doesn't quite understand the human cultivator's idea of ​​relying on external forces.

Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo returned to the room.

"This wasteland city is probably not peaceful recently."

With so many foreign forces, the lord of the wasteland city can't keep people out, and greets them all with a smile, but most monks don't pay attention to monks who are lower than themselves. Let ordinary low-level monks do this thing, I am afraid that there will be bigger problems.

Let these children who have no cultivation at all do it. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, most monks will restrain their temper.

After all, no matter what they think in their hearts, most monks have to pretend to be compassionate towards ordinary people on the surface.

Otherwise, it may become a target of public criticism.

But... It is such a child that some monks can bear to attack, which shows that there is indeed some chaos in this city, and even the city lord can't control it.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do."

Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo are now just ordinary monks with no names, and they have no intersections or conflicts with those big forces. Naturally, the two of them will not do anything to confront those big forces.

Han Xiumo sighed.

The two fell silent.

The next day, the two of them prepared to go out early in the morning to look at the magical instruments sold in the wilderness city.

It is no surprise that pills are popular at this time.

To the surprise of Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo, the lord of Wasteland City also set aside a piece of land in the city for the monks to set up stalls. Together, there will be alchemists among the foreign monks, and they will sell themselves The elixir needs to have a suitable place.

Even if the pills can be sold through suitable channels, some sellers of spirit herbs may not be able to find a suitable place. Most of the shops in the city are extremely busy, so they just set up such an area for those who come into the city. The monks choose the place themselves.

This is undoubtedly a wise move.

This place was also very lively. As soon as Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo got closer, they heard waves of shouting and noise.

There are all kinds of things on this street. Most of the stalls are monks, and occasionally there are a few sellers selling candied haws and steamed buns. After finding that the situation here is not right, they all quietly left this street from the small road. .

Of course, the man who sold candied haws failed to make it.

Although most monks in the cultivation world don't pay much attention to appetite, and basically have fasted, but...how should I put it, gluttony is a common problem of human beings, who wouldn't be tempted to see candied haws on the street?