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The old man invited each other and the mountains were companions. When he came thousands of miles away, he knew the face of Mount Lu. Yang Xionghun was not caring about wine. The sky and the neighbors came to comfort the poor and sad eyes.

It looks like a stunning geese, blowing and dispersing. The painted boats cross the river, looking at the south bank of the river. The corners of the earth are far and far away. A clear song is filled with pear blossoms.

(Su Muzhe. Song: Zhou Zizhi)

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In the early morning, Jing Jiu and Zhao left Shenmao Peak in the twelfth month.

They walked 800 miles in one breath, left Nansongting, and went to Yunji Town to have a hot pot.

Zhao ate seven plates of crispy meat and three cans of fruit wine in the twelfth lunar month. Jing Jiu boiled a few slices of green vegetables and used white soup.

In the afternoon, they set out and walked hundreds of miles to the outside of Shangzhou.

Shangzhou City is not particularly large, but there are five official roads that meet here, and the geographical location is extremely important, so the imperial court has extremely strict governance.

There are guards outside the city gate. Although they will collect some copper plates and release them quickly, they will not relax their inspections on pedestrians.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Luyue stood under Li Pavilion outside the city and looked at the direction of the city gate for a long time.

They have a very troublesome problem that cannot be solved.

How to enter the city?

Jing Jiu recalled the travel notes and the regulations related to the dynasty that he had read back then, and found that there was still no other way.

"When you directly control the sword, there should be an immortal residence in the city that is specially used to receive practitioners." He said to Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue was a little annoyed.

At the beginning, she said she should drive the sword, but Jing Jiu disagreed, saying that since she was going to travel, why bother to be in such a hurry and not to reveal her identity.

Jing Jiu said: "Or else there must be a way out of the government."

Zhao Layue looked at him and asked, "Do you have one?"

Jing Jiu said: "When we leave, we can go to Xilai Peak for a few servings."

Zhao Layue said: "That's not there now?"

Jing Jiu looked at the carriages on the official road and said to himself: "I don't know if there is a portrait on the Lu Yin."

Zhao Layue said, "The green mountains are shamed."

Yes, Jing Jiu and Zhao Leyue are two people who have no common sense in life.

In the green mountains, they can't see anything unusual, but when they come to the real world, this problem will be fully revealed.

They are devoted to the Tao, and they devote all their time and energy to practice and understand difficult issues such as heaven and earth, and they do not care about the trivial matters in life at all.

In the small mountain village, Jing Jiu spent nine days learning farm work, housework and labor, but still didn't learn anything else, such as dealing with people.

Whether at the Liu family, Nansongting, Xijianxi, or Shenmo Peak, he stayed alone and didn't need to deal with others.

Zhao Luyue was slightly better than him, but it was limited. Before she was born, she was the future that Qingshan Sect focused on guarding. After she came to the world, she had been preparing to practice Taoism and learn all kinds of difficult knowledge. She stayed in the mansion and never saw foreign visitors until she came to Qingshan, and was alone most of the time, such as Jianfeng.

In the world of spiritual practice, they are amazingly talented talents, and in a normal world, they will appear clumsy.

There is no other way, so you can only choose the most direct way.

Of course, that solution was not the road rush that Jing Jiu had considered.

The dusk became darker and his vision was blurred. He and Zhao and Zhao walked around in front of the most remote part of the city wall in Shangzhou City. The sword light flashed occasionally and disappeared from the spot.

The flying sword fell in a remote alley.

Zhao Layue asked, "Where to go?"

Jing Jiu said: "I have never lived in Xianju, I heard it is good."

Zhao Layue said: "Since it's a trip, it's like Guocheng Temple marries the world, it's better to stay in an inn."

Jing Jiu thought about the books and was a little worried, saying, "I heard that the inn is dirty and his feet are very odorous."

Zhao Layue thought that he was really unaware of it. Just find a better inn, so why don’t mortals wash their feet?

What else Jing Jiu wanted to say, Zhao Layue said directly: "I am senior sister, listen to me."

"All right."

The two left the alley and walked towards the street full of lights outside.

Zhao Layue suddenly stopped and said, "You can wait for me a while."

A moment later, she walked back from the alley with two hats in her hand.

Jing Jiu took over the hat and asked, "Why?"

Zhao Layue didn't say anything and gestured on his face with her hands.

This has become a common action in the Jiufeng of Qingshan Mountain. As long as you see this action, you will know that it is talking about Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu had never seen this action himself, but it did not prevent him from quickly understanding Zhao Layue's meaning.

He put his hat on and asked in a low voice, "Can you see it?"

The lights from outside the alley shone on his body, and the hat covered most of his face, but even the exposed part was too stunning.

Zhao Layue reached out and pressed his hat down and vigorously. After looking at it, he nodded with satisfaction.

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Exiled Immortal Ju is the best restaurant and inn in Shangzhou.

This is the result of Zhao Luyue bravely asked several passers-by.

The inn is brightly lit and the windows are bright and clean. Although it is a bit noisy, it looks pretty good.

Zhao Layue was quite satisfied, but Jing Jiu looked at the three words on the plaque and was not satisfied.

Walking into the inn and coming to the shopkeeper, Zhao Layue suddenly became silent.

Jing Jiu was a little puzzled, and then thought that she must have forgotten to bring the money.

He will never forget this kind of thing. He always remembers that money is the most important thing, and his status in the small mountain village is largely derived from it.

He took a golden leaf and handed it to the shopkeeper, and said seriously: "I want the best room."

No one would wear a hat and go to the inn to ask for a room, and no one would pay the room with Jinyezi, but... it was Jinyezi after all.

No matter what weirdo you are, as long as you have money, it’s fine.

"Tianzi Jia Room! Look at this name, it is prepared for you and the two of you."

The shopkeeper had a sincere smile on his face, called the waiter and told him to take the guests up.

When they arrived at the door of the room, they looked at the wooden sign with the word "Tianzi" written on it. Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were both satisfied.

After entering the room, Zhao Layue looked at the furnishings around and found that it was indeed good. Compared with Chaoge City's home, it was not much worse.

Jing Jiu thought about something and asked, "How did you buy a hat if you don't have money?"

Zhao Layue was stunned and did not answer this question. She found a clean floor and sat cross-legged on it, closed her eyes and began to rest.

"The green mountain is shamed."

Jing Jiu shook his head and said with a smile.

Zhao Leyue still ignored him.

A white mist emerged from the top of her head, straight as a line or a sword.

Jing Jiu untied the iron sword behind him, and his mind turned slightly, and a dark blue flame emerged from the dark sword.

He reached out and grabbed the flames and put them on his face, rubbed them for two handfuls. All the dust stained on the journey of a thousand miles disappeared, revealing his clean skin.

After a while, Zhao's breathing adjustment ended in the twelfth lunar month. He opened his eyes and saw that the black and white were clearly distinguished, which looked very beautiful.

She looked at Jing Jiu, thought for a while, reached out to the air and condensed water with Taoism, and washed her face.

The knock on the door sounded, and the waiter walked in with a basin of hot water, with two snow-white towels between his elbows.

"Your guest..."

The waiter looked at Zhao Layue's face and was stunned.

He put the basin on the ground, looked at Jing Jiu, and said, "How about you..."

The sound came to an abrupt end again.

He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

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(Busy in Wuhan, the latest update may be a little messy, today I will only have one chapter.)
Chapter completed!