Is it the same with other big brothers?

The nearest Xingyuan Terrace to Rizhao is in a wasteland town ten miles to the north. Because Xingyuan is huge and needs a vast place to land, the Xingyuan Terrace in each city is built in an extremely remote place.

Because Mingzhu was afraid of heights and could not control the sword, Zhou Shengxue had no choice but to hire a carriage and slowly drive him to Xingyuan Terrace.

Zhou Lingxue knew a little bit about everything, at least he was much more useful than the two senior brothers who didn't touch Yang Chunshui, stumbling in front of the carriage, listening to Mingzhu and Lu Qingkong talking in it boredly.

Mingzhu said: "Are we really going to sit on the kite?"

Lu Qingkong was very indifferent: "If you don't sit and go, do you want to run and talk about Yucheng?"

There was only one small case in the small carriage, on which the bright candle looked ashen, his eyes lost all expression, and he moaned softly.

Lu Qingkong was carefully carving on a piece of iron with a rusty dagger, and said with two purposes: "Besides, there will be a separate room on Xingyuan, and you will stay in it when you get on the boat. Wouldn't it be enough to live in an inn? Hiss...don't talk to me, I made another mistake."

Mingzhu automatically ignored the last sentence, and said with a sad face: "But when I think that I am actually flying in the sky, I can't help it..."

He just thought about the dreadful weightlessness of being suspended in the air, so he covered his mouth with a pale face, as if he wanted to vomit.

Lu Qingkong: "Bright candle! If you want to vomit, get out!"

Mingzhu: "I... I, I, I, I can't help it... oh..."

Lu Qingkong: "..."

Fortunately, he didn't eat anything all night, and he wanted to vomit, but he had nothing to vomit, so he lay down on the small table and retched a few times, and his whole body was listless.

Lu Qingkong ignored him and continued to carve his own things.

Ming Zhu slowed down for a while, feeling a little bored, tugged at Lu Qingkong's sleeves, and asked tentatively, "Are we really going to sit down?"

Lu Qingkong: "..."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and thrust the iron-sharpened dagger into the small case, and looked at him gloomyly: "You have asked me eight hundred times along the way, are you annoying? Say one more word, I will Just put you in the Zhenyu Pearl, let you taste the feeling of heaven in advance! From now on, you, don't talk to me! Say another nonsense and I will kill you!"

The bright candles immediately stopped.

The three of them wandered around for more than an hour before finally finding a wide Xingyuan Terrace in a wasteland.

Xingyuan Terrace was built among the ruined wells, and the houses along the road were bustling with people. It didn't look like a post station, but it was more lively than the small town at the foot of Rizhao Mountain, and there were even carriages carrying luggage driving between the roads. , heading in the same direction—the center of Xingyuan Terrace.

Ming Zhu got off the carriage with a bamboo hat, looked at the people coming and going, and said with a pale face, "Are these people here to sit and walk? There are so many people who are not afraid of death."

Lu Qingkong casually glanced at the simple map at the entrance, and said: "Xingyuan is a tool that has been operating in Shichen State since more than 30 years ago to replace the rapid progress of the imperial art. I have never heard of people falling to death in so many years. Don't worry about others—go ahead, there is a place to sell jade orders next to Xingyuan Terrace."

Ming Zhu dawdled, not wanting to go up to Yuan, and Lu Qingkong didn't care about him, he went to buy the jade order first, and handed over the senior brother to the youngest junior to watch over.

Mingzhu half lifted the black veil, squinted his eyes and looked at the high platform not far away, and said: "There are so many ordinary people who don't even have spiritual power coming and going, Shisan, what do you think if Xingyuan really falls? , what are they going to do?"

Zhou Lingxue tore off his hand that lifted the veil, and said calmly: "Brother, don't worry about it, even if you fall, Xing Yuan will not fall, don't worry."

Bright Candle: "..."

Did not feel comforted.

Ming Zhu dawdled and was unwilling to go to Xingyuan Terrace, Zhou Lingxue didn't speak, as if calling him to go to morning class every morning, she looked at him coldly, as expected, Ming Zhu was quickly defeated , was dragged by Zhou Chengxue to Xingyuan Terrace.

Lu Qingkong bought three jade tokens a long time ago, and when he saw Mingzhu approaching, he actually showed a bewildered smile on his face, coupled with the lingering gloomy atmosphere around him, Mingzhu couldn't help shivering.

"What, what's wrong?" Ming Zhu said, "Don't laugh like that."

Lu Qingkong gently shook the jade token in his hand, revealing a small word "down" on it, and he said with a half-smile: "I'm really sorry, senior brother, the single room on Xingyuan has been booked, only Xingyuan can rely on it." There are three seats by the window that can make do with it, here, because I was in a hurry, I bought it."

Mingzhu's eyes darkened.

From Mingzhu's point of view, Lu Qingkong's gloomy face showed a sneer like a ghost, and his voice seemed to come from hell: "For the sake of the junior brother's experience, the senior brother will have to work hard."

Mingzhu pretended to be calm and nodded, turned around and ran away, but before taking two steps, Zhou Xuxue grabbed his wrist: "Brother, where are you going?"

The bright candle fluttered twice, and was surprised to find that Zhou Lingxue's strength was stronger than his, and he couldn't break free for a while.

Zhou Lingxue leaned towards him at some point, with the bright candle on his chest and his back, trapping him in his arms, and a cool pear blossom fragrance blowing towards his face.

Ming Zhu tilted his head and wrinkled his nose.

At this time, Mingzhu realized that the little boy who followed his buttocks all day before had grown taller than himself unknowingly.

Zhou Lingxue took him with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Brother, you promised me to accompany me to talk about Yucheng before, are you going to go back on your word?"

Although Mingzhu has a lot of disadvantages, apart from his good-looking face, his promise is probably another advantage worthy of Zhou Lingxue's admiration.

Sure enough, after Zhou Lingxue finished speaking, Mingzhu stopped thumping, and held back for a long time before saying: "I, I... I will find a place to wash my face, and I will be back soon."

After speaking, he broke away from Zhou Lingxue and ran away.

Zhou Lingxue was not afraid of him escaping. She watched him rush into a post house in a panic, then turned around, looked at Lu Qingkong coldly, and said, "You did it on purpose? From Rizhao, there are very few people in Yucheng. How could it be possible?" Don't have any spare rooms?"

Lu Qingkong shook Yuling's hand for a while, and looked at him with the eyes of "Are you a fool?" However, in order to avoid Zhou Chengxue and others complaining to Mingzhu, he had to explain impatiently: "It's strange." It’s just your bad luck, this time I’m going to talk about the remaining single rooms in Yucheng, no matter whether it’s the upper class or the lower class, all of them have been reserved by a magician, it’s good to have a seat, don’t ask for so much.”

"Magic cultivator?" Zhou Lingxue frowned.

"I heard that it seems to be from Shenchen Kingdom to Yucheng," Lu Qingkong said, "tsk" impatiently, and seemed to be dissatisfied, "the magic cultivators in the world are really more annoying than each other."

After the two of them spoke a few words, a huge transparent magic circle suddenly rose up on the empty Xingyuan platform not far away, soaring into the sky, and then a man in a long white robe stood on the high platform, He raised his voice and said, "Xingyuan, let's go!"

At the same time, there was a scream from the sky, and a pitch-black long kite waved its huge wings in the clouds and mist, and slowly moved the clouds and mist. Weird feeling of oppression.

It wasn't until they got close that everyone saw clearly that it was not a living long kite at all, but a huge long boat made of solid sunken wood. The main bone at the bottom of the boat was the long kite bone that Lu Qingkong had been talking about before. There are dense and complicated spells faintly appearing.

The branch skeletons on the entire ship are all bones extracted from the same long kite. The long kite has been dead for many years, and the dead bones still exude monstrous spiritual power, and supplemented by the formation of Shen Guoyu, it is said to be able to support it. It really doesn't look like a fake.

After the self-kite flapped its wings and flew over, Lu Qingkong's eyes, which had been like stagnant water, suddenly rippled. He frantically stared at the long kite that seemed to be close at hand, and murmured in a low voice: "This is the real Shen Shen." China's... Changyuan."

It was also the first time for Zhou Yingxue to see Chang Yuan, and she was startled for a moment by Chang Yuan's huge body, which was as vast as the sea, but she soon came to her senses, unlike Lu Qingkong, who was so crazy and almost pounced on him.

The long kite flew into the formation, its wings drooped slightly, and it slowly fell along the formation—the formation was probably a huge enchantment, and the giant falling made such a big movement that everyone standing by the Xingyuan platform Unexpectedly, he didn't feel a trace of wind, and could only faintly feel the ground tremble under his feet.

After a while, Xing Yuan stopped completely on the Xing Yuan Platform, revealing the hull like a hill.

The whole Xingyuan is like a luxurious wine shop. The long corridor is full of people. There are three floors in total. Several dancers in thin clothes smiled and looked down.

As soon as the kite stopped, the huge ancient wings fell slowly, forming an inclined step. After a while, the people who got off the boat in Rizhao filed out.

Mingzhu didn't know when he came back, and he really went to wash his face, his face was wet with water droplets, he held the bamboo hat that concealed his appearance, and looked at the huge Xingyuan in front of him with a pale face, I don't know how to feel.

Soon, the number of people at the exit of Xingyuan gradually decreased, and the white-robed man standing on the Xingyuan platform raised his voice again, saying, "Come in."

One word, with the momentum of thunder in a trance, pressed down on the people beside Xingyuan Terrace.

There were few people from Rizhao Mountain to Shuoyu City, and they all went up in a short while, only Mingzhu and three people were still dawdling below.

Zhou Yuxue tugged at his arm: "Senior brother, this line of kite, you can do it if you want to do it, or you can do it if you don't."

Ming Zhu held the pillar on the side with one hand, and would not let go: "You, you, let me slow down! Slow down for a while!"

Lu Qingkong clasped his arms beside him, and said slowly: "If you walk any longer, I will be leaving."

Mingzhu screamed: "I don't!"

The man next to Xing Yuan saw the three of them wasting time, frowned and said, "You three, are you still up?"

Mingzhu: "No!"

Zhou Lingxue was helpless, couldn't bear it, picked up his waist, carried him directly on his shoulders and strode towards the Xingyuan steps.

Mingzhu didn't expect him to dare to be so rebellious, so he immediately lay on his back and beat him up: "Zhou Shisan! Zhou Xuexue! You are too capable, aren't you? You can't break our Rizhao rules? Put me down quickly, I count to three!"

Lu Qingkong watched coldly from the sidelines, seeing his pretentious posture, and counted for him with a sneer: "One, two, three, all right, the count is over, what do you plan to do, big brother?"

Bright Candle: "..."

He was carried by Zhou Chengxue on his shoulders, and his battered stomach was just stuck on the shoulder bones. He covered his mouth immediately without thumping for a while, with a pale face: "If you don't put me down, I will... …Vomited……"

Probably because they were making too much noise, a man dressed in fine clothes slowly appeared in the corridor on the top floor of Xingyuan. He was holding a glass of glass wine cup, half of his face was covered with a hollowed-out carved mask, and his scarlet magic pupils looked coldly. Watch the farce below.

But soon, as if he saw something of interest, his thin lips curled up slightly, and he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, rubbing his bony five fingers lightly, the glass wine cup was reduced to ashes at his fingertips , dissipated with the wind.