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Chapter 157 Zhengyang City

Shortly after Zhou Cheng and Shen Die left Heisha Village, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and green robe came here...

He held a token in his hand, and the words "Pure Yang Jinxu" could be vaguely seen. It was the identity token that Zhou Cheng had previously assigned to the guards of Ming Xuancheng and asked them to raise their hands.

The middle-aged man looked around and finally stopped in front of Feng Yi's body, shook his head and sighed: "Zhou Qingyuan, I'm in trouble now. It's hard to get that thing in his hands. Taoist Huaizhen... can't afford to mess with him."

He then looked at Feng Yi again and laughed: "I can't afford to offend the Taoist Huaizhen, so just let others provoke you. It's useless to support you in more than a year. Let's help me once now."

After saying that, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and captured a blue flame the size of a thumb in Feng Yi's body. Then the flames suddenly jumped and trembled, and fear and horror came out of it.

This Feng Yi is still alive!

The magic power fluctuations in the middle-aged man's hands flashed by, and the small ball of flame was instantly destroyed.

"The soul fire method of saving life in the Soul Refining Sect is really hidden. If I hadn't already opened the central soul, your cultivation level would be too low, and I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to discover it."

"Old Gui Feng Yuan, you must be in a state of grief. Haha, not bad, not bad, next, it should be more interesting!"

"I just hope that those lonely ghosts will not disappoint me. I will get that thing... no matter what. I don't know much now."

...

Somewhere in the northern part of the Great Qi Dynasty, a deep mountain covered by yin energy, is very peaceful because it is rarely visited every year.

But on this day, the mountains suddenly changed, the wind was howling, the rocks trembled, and the rich black fog in the sky surged violently.

"Who is it! Who killed Yi'er!" An angry shout was like a thunderclap in the nine heavens. It shocked many birds in the mountains and fell to the ground and died, and many beasts bleeded to death!

Rumble!

The earth-shaking roar kept ringing, and the entire mountain began to tremble. One mountain was directly broken halfway!

Then another dark light surged into the sky, like a black lightning shattering through the sky and headed straight towards Mingxuan City.

...

After Zhou Cheng took Shen Die to leave Heisha Village, he collapsed several carriages. After three days, he found a waterway, changed into a stairs, and went downstream. After another five days, he arrived at Zhengyang City. Ten miles outside the city was Leijing Mountain. The gate of Shenxiao Road among the six masters in the world is right there.

The Shenxiao Dao has been passed down from the Middle Ages to the present, and the "gateway" of the Shenxiao Dao in Zhengyang City has been blessed by it. Although it has experienced vicissitudes and has been chaotic, it is still peaceful and peaceful in general.

Even in the Middle Ages, the city of Zhengyang was too far away from the main battlefield, so it was avoided from the disaster.

Zhengyang City has been precipitated for tens of thousands of years, just like other historical counties. It also retains many buildings and relics with great medieval styles, often attracting tourists from all over the world to visit, and also makes it a prosperous city in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty.

As soon as Zhou Cheng and Shen Die got off the boat, they felt the prosperity here. People came and went on the pier, and they were shoulder to shoulder.

Some of them were wearing coarse linen clothes, some were wearing brocade clothes and jade, some were simply made of blue clothes, and some were wide robes and big sleeves.

As for those who sell, sing and drink, and bargaining, there are endless sounds and the sounds are booming.

However, Chen Die seemed to be a little afraid of life at this time. Or he didn't like crowded places. After getting off the boat, he grabbed Zhou Cheng's corner tightly and hid behind him.

Zhou Cheng patted Chen Die's head and said softly: "It's time for a boat that has been in such a long time, so it's time to have a good rest. Let's go, Xiaodie. Let's go find an inn and then find food."

Chen Die naturally nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

The reason why Zhou Cheng did not go to Shenxiao Dao directly was to first inquire about the current situation of Shenxiao Dao. After all, sometimes it is not suitable for visiting sects, such as sect celebrations, recruiting disciples, and taking exams in the year and month.

Although I will definitely not be turned away after going there, it is still a bit inappropriate.

When it comes to inquiries, the most suitable place is undoubtedly the inn.

Zhou Cheng took Chen Die to stroll around the city, bought some fruits for the little girl, and then went to the largest inn in the city and booked a room.

Chen Die strongly requested to book only one, and she would not dare to sleep if she was alone.

It was still early at this time, and it was dinner time again, so Zhou Cheng took Chen Die to sit down in the lobby of the inn, ordered a few side dishes, and while eating, he listened to the conversations of other guests in the hall.

Although most people's conversations were meaningless, the conversations of several spirit-stage weapon refiners attracted his attention.

"Hey, have you heard that? Shenxiao Dao has produced another genius recently."

"I know, Zhong Qinyuan, I went into seclusion a few days ago to try to open my courage. With his qualifications and cultivation, he will probably succeed. Then he will be a master who will go to Qingming."

"I heard that he is only eighteen years old. Let's look at us, why is the difference so big?"

It turned out that Senior Brother Zhong also wanted to be proud. Zhou Cheng thought with great satisfaction that according to the current progress, when the next reincarnation mission is started, friends, including himself, should have the cultivation stage of the courage stage.

However, Zhong Qinyuan was in seclusion, so he could not visit him. If Shen Xiaodao had nothing to do, he would take Chen Die to find her mother directly.

...

The moonlight is cold and the stars are faint and hidden.

That night, Chen Die had already gone to bed early, while Zhou Cheng was riding in the moonlight in front of the window and carefully looked at a beautifully shaped metal box. It was exactly what Chen Changxing asked Chen Die to give to Zhou Cheng before his death.

I don’t know what material this metal box is made of. With Zhou Cheng’s current cultivation level, even if he runs the artifact with all his strength, he will not be able to hurt him at all. As for opening it, it is even more impossible.

"From the pattern, it seems to be a medieval thing." Zhou Cheng murmured to himself. The patterns on this metal box have the characteristics of a certain period of the Middle Ages, but there are some differences and cannot be completely confirmed.

"Mr. Chen wants Xiaodie to hand this over to me, not to the wife of Shenxiaodao... why?"

This also made Zhou Cheng wonder. In theory, Chen Die's mother is closer than herself in any case. This metal box should not be an ordinary thing, so why should she hand it over to herself?

"To thank me? Or are you afraid that I won't send Xiaodie to Shenxiao Dao?" Zhou Cheng speculated in his heart. In fact, this is not impossible, but Zhou Cheng always felt that there should be other reasons, but he just couldn't figure it out for a while.

Zhou Cheng fiddled with the metal box for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out. He sighed: "The cultivation level is still too low, his vision is limited, and his knowledge is insufficient. Let's talk about it later."
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