Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and continued to ask.

"With your cultivation base, why are you hiding in the mundane?"

"The demons and demons are brutal, and they repeatedly sacrifice blood to mortals, disturbing the rear of the sect."

Lingchen said: "Pin Dao was originally from Xuzhou, and he had some affection for his homeland, so he led the foreign affairs to bless Hengcheng mortals from being killed by demons."

Zhou Yi nodded in approval, and then asked, "All the cities are guarded by sect monks?"

"Senior should know that the cultivator has been in the mortal world for a long time, and the cultivation base does not advance but retreats, so few people are willing to take this task."

Lingchen explained: "Zongmen dispatched real people in the big city of the prefecture, and distributed a large number of spirit stones, spirit gathering formations, etc., while the small city was handed over to the scattered cultivators. The continent is in chaos, and most of the intruders are inconspicuous little devils."

"It's really a total war..."

Zhou Yi's eyes drooped, now is indeed a good opportunity to acquire inheritance.

If you want to be righteous, you must be successful in one battle and completely destroy the devil's way.

After the defeat of the magic way, a lot of inheritance will also be lost, and it will become the nourishment for the newly established small sects.

"However, the magic path has been passed down for countless years, and it is so easy to be destroyed. The counterattack before death is bound to be fierce. Maybe the legendary God Transformation Tianjun will take action. The ancestor of Yuanying can destroy thousands of miles, and if he encounters the battle of Tianjun, it is estimated that he will flee for his life. Disaster!"

Zhou Yi thought about it carefully and suppressed the idea of ​​​​mixing with the righteous sword.

There will be inheritance sooner or later, but there is only one life. Passive catastrophe is inevitable, how can you rush to take the initiative to go to danger?

The central idea of ​​firmness and caution is unshakable. Rather than rushing to Jizhou to fight with the devil, it is better to watch and wait from a distance.

Wait until the sword fight is over!

When the devil's foundation is fully revealed, it will be completely defeated!

Wait for the world of immortals to return to stability again!

At that time, if you go out to fight against the wind, or join a newly established sect to be an ancestor, you can get inheritance safely and steadily.

"Small sect Jindan is the top. If the founders of the sect are slowly boiled to death, wouldn't they have the power? They worked so hard, the foundation and inheritance they had built in their nine-death lives would easily fall into the hands of the poor!"

Zhou Yi's mind changed, his future plans became clearer, and time was on his side after all.

Seeing that the senior was silent, Lingchen boldly asked, "What do you think of the senior? In recent years, many overseas cultivators have come to Jiuzhou to destroy demons, and there may be friends you are familiar with."

"Yes, Pindao was invited by fellow Taoists."

Zhou Yi dealt with it casually, but he had an idea in his heart, and all the plans just now were only a place to practice.

One hundred thousand mountains did not dare to go back for the time being, and the war was raging in Jiuzhou, and overseas became the only option.

According to the records in the classics, overseas spiritual veins are scarce, so various spiritual minerals and medicines are far less abundant than Jiuzhou, but since some people are promoted to true monarchs, it means that at least there are enough spiritual veins to maintain their cultivation at the Jindan stage.

"The way of thinking in the past is narrow, and it is clear that the ancestors of overseas sects can be killed and successfully take over everything in the sect!"

"What overseas is lacking is spiritual practice, not the inheritance of exercises."

Zhou Yi thought to this point, waved his hand and left the bottle of spirit pills, turned it into an escape light and left.

Lingchen looked at the spirit pill in his hand, and he didn't know why there was such an exquisite True Monarch in the world.

...

Dry Beijing.

With the expansion of Dagan's territory, the capital also became larger.

The Li royal family is known as the first immortal cultivator family in Yunzhou. Hundreds of scattered cultivators under its command have used earth magic to push the plain city wall overnight, and built a nine-zhang high-tech city wall 50 miles away.

The monk mastered the five elements of magic, put down the skin for infrastructure, and the speed was even higher than that of large machinery.

For example, the ground splitting technique breaks down the small hills that block the road, turns the mud into stone without laying the foundation, and then uses the earth wall technique to erect the wall, and then turns the mud into stone to become a city wall built entirely of bluestone.

This method shocked the people into heaven and man, and then there was a legend of immortals descending to earth to help Dagan.

It was misty this morning.

The soldiers on duty at Ximen were checking the people entering the city one by one, and they saw a young Taoist walking by, riding a scalper with a broken head and lining up behind.

The soldiers quickly drove other people to make way, came to Zhou Yi's side, bowed and said.

"Master Dao, please go first!"

"Huh? Why don't I have to queue?"

Zhou Yi's consciousness swept over and determined that the soldiers were not cultivators, with a look of doubt on his face.

Hearing the words, the soldiers bowed lower and explained: "Master Dao, you have been in the mountains for a long time, and you don't know the world. Taoism has long been the state religion and is admired by all people. Your Majesty has repeatedly issued edicts that you must be kind to Daoists when you answer them, and you will not dare to let you if you are young. queue."

"I see."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, patted the bull's horn, and the scalper entered the city without a hurry.

Early in the morning.

On the streets with a width of more than ten feet, the drivers and the pedestrians are carrying the burdens, the pedestrians are like weaving, and the rivers are flowing. There are many shops on both sides of the street, and there are groups of customers in the teahouse and tavern, speaking with different accents about recent interesting stories.

Zhou Yi walked slowly on the street, watching the busy pedestrians coming and going, as if he was back hundreds of years ago.

Passing by a breakfast vendor, Zhou Yi bought a bowl of tofu and fried dough sticks and ate it on the back of a cow.

"Compared to the ascetic cultivation in the mountains, the mundane world seems to be more fun!"

Due to the experience of entering the city gate, Zhou Yi cast a concealment spell, and the surrounding people turned a blind eye to the young Taoist priest.

Shuttle in the red dust, but also independent of the world.

Noon is approaching.

Finally arrived at the destination, the courtyard that used to be in Shenjing has not been demolished~lightnovelpub.net~ The vicinity is no longer a slum, but rich red walls and green tiles, leaving a dilapidated courtyard alone, for hundreds of years The wooden doors in the past were crumbling with decay.

"Qianjing has expanded a few times, and this has become an inner ring area, and its value has increased!"

Zhou Yi restrained his strange thoughts, pushed open the door gently, and with a squeak, the door was cut in two at the waist.

Meow meow! cha cha!

The movement frightened the guests in the courtyard. Two figures in black and white jumped up the courtyard wall, and a dozen birds flew away.

Zhou Yi took out the spirit wood from the storage bag, cut it into a doorway, and used magic to repair the courtyard walls neatly, and waved away the fallen leaves in the courtyard. The furniture in the house has become rotten wood, and there is no need to sleep at all, just clean up the dust and cobwebs.

In a moment, the courtyard was completely renewed.

He took out the stone tables and benches commonly used in the Xiuxian world, placed them under the vines, and boiled water to make a pot of spirit tea.

"There are probably only two of these Qianjing who know the poor way."

Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled, and he looked at the jujube tree and grape vine. Five or six hundred years later, there were still a few living branches.

The breeze blew, and the branches swayed, as if greeting and responding.

At this time.

There was a small head sticking out from the top of the wall, with his hair in a bun, as if smelling the scent of spirit tea, he couldn't help making the sound of swallowing saliva.

Zhou Yi raised his glass with a smile and said, "Come here, please drink."

The boy had a clear mind and sensed that Zhou Yi was not a bad person. He climbed the wall and grabbed the branches of the old jujube tree, followed it to the main trunk and fell into the courtyard.

Due to his short stature, he could only kneel on the stone bench and sipped the spirit tea impatiently before asking.

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

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