Chapter 427 Returning to Yichuan, like yesterday (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
This demonic pawn didn’t know either. Anyway, he just went there to join in the fun and couldn’t explain Lin Shan’s doubts.
Before leaving, he cautiously asked, "Senior, do you want to go with us?"
If you can hook up a golden elixir-level thigh, wouldn't he be a popular drinker?
Lin Shan didn't agree and turned away.
Knowing that the southwest direction is dangerous, why would you go there?
Especially since I had killed so many people in Qianyunge one after another, my instinct was to avoid them, so I couldn't rush to get close to them.
He changed the direction he had set and continued down to the southeast of Yan State.
In the Kingdom of Demons, if a righteous monk dares to go on the road openly, he will definitely be chased by a group of people like sharks smelling them, and the Golden Core Stage is no exception.
Fortunately, Lin Shan's soul elixir stage technique "Huangzhu Heshen Technique" itself is neither good nor evil, and does not have the aura of Xuanmen, so it will not cause any misunderstanding.
After avoiding the scattered demonic cultivators rushing to the southwest, they finally arrived at the southeast of Dayan, which is the ‘Land of Yanyun’ in the northeastern part of the Song Dynasty.
At this time, it was discovered that the buffer zone between the two countries had all returned to the north.
The Song Dynasty had already lost the "Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun" without knowing it!
Among all the visible monks, most of them are demonic monks, and there are basically few traces of the righteous ones.
The "Yichuan" Gongfang City in the northernmost part of the Song Dynasty has also been completely included in the territory of the devil.
Yichuan.
As Lin Shan entered the world of cultivation, it was the first place where he settled down to practice.
This place holds many unforgettable past events and memories, as well as some impressive people, which flash vividly in my mind as if it happened yesterday.
He revisited the old place with mixed emotions, wanting to see what changes had taken place here after fifty years.
"More than fifty years."
Gone in the blink of an eye, I have been away for so long, I have been wandering outside for countless thousands of miles, and finally I am back again.
It's just that this time there is no longer Master Huang, Protector Yan, and Luan Chun, but he came back from Lu alone.
The white mist in front of me shrouded Fangshi in mist.
He stepped forward and entered it after a hundred steps.
What comes into view is still the same as before.
There are many green mountains, gurgling streams, birds singing and flowers fragrant everywhere, and the terraced fields are scattered at random, just like a paradise.
Going up and down the narrow mountain road, you can see blue sky, white clouds, green ancient trees, and the air is filled with fresh coolness.
Climbing high and looking into the distance, you will see patches of yellow and clear rice fields on both sides of the mountain, with clear lines between Linggu and Weijing. Canals and water meander from a distance, densely networked among the fields and ridges.
The strong wind blows, and the rich fragrance of rice and wheat caresses the taste buds, bringing peace and tranquility that has been lost for a long time.
"Yichuan."
Linshan stands quietly on the top of the mountain, enjoying a rare relaxing time.
This small place of cultivation was the first time in his life that he satisfied his fantasy of cultivating immortality and his desire for immortality. He went from being timid about contacting it to gradually adapting to it.
I still remember that on the way from Bianliang to here, when I was being chased and frightened, I came in and felt the beautiful scenery uncontested by the world, the excitement and longing.
Although I am still a teenager now, the feeling of being a teenager is completely different from the feeling of being 70 years old!
The experience of life, the scenery at each stop, and the insights at every moment are worth recalling. The feeling of rustling memories will make people involuntarily indulge in it and forget themselves.
It was secluded enough here that no one disturbed him, so he waited until sunset.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the top of the mountain, and his vision refocused.
Putting away the boundless melancholy, he turned around and walked down the mountain.
Slowly walking along the field path, yellow waves swayed on both sides, layer upon layer, with the rhythm of ebb and flow.
With his current eyesight, he could see immortal cultivators casting spells in the distance and harvesting spiritual food in separate areas.
He thought of 'Guangnan Sanren' for no reason.
In the first storage bag I got from Dongting Lake during my Qi training period, the old man who left a jade slip more than three hundred years ago wrote about what he saw and heard in Yinchuan City. It opened a new door for him who was ignorant at that time.
The occupation of Guangnan Sanren happened to be spiritual farmers.
"Well, if Guangnan Sanren's "Encyclopedia of Planting Spiritual Plants in Spiritual Fields" was still there and hadn't been thrown away by that prodigal son of Master Nanxian, maybe I would have followed this path later."
Before becoming an appraiser, he had also been around for a while. If he had cultivated a deputy position as a spiritual farmer at that time, he would be able to strengthen his abilities with his golden fingers.
What kind of seeds cannot be upgraded?
When the time comes, playing farming style might be a way out.
However, life's circumstances are ever-changing, and there is no chance to start over again. No one knows which path to choose will save the most time and effort.
At least looking at it now, he has been struggling all the way, even if he is wandering around, he has finally reached the golden elixir stage.
Unconsciously crossing this field, several high mountains are in sight.
The mountains are full of flowers, with spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums gathered together, and several pavilions stand in the mountains. This was the place where young men and ladies from aristocratic families gathered for outings and drank wine in the meandering water.
Lin Shan vaguely saw Gongsun Yu, the young man in white from a cultivating family. He was personable and hospitable. He was drinking wine and reciting poems among a group of young people, free and easy.
Lin Shan, who was a poor monk at the time, first arrived in Yichuan, where he met a group of young heroes and dignitaries of the Dazong dynasty. He knew that his cultivation was low and his knowledge was short-sighted, and he had an inferiority complex. He didn't even dare to get close. He just squatted silently on the back of the pavilion under the steps and listened.
However, he was directly invited to the pavilion by Gongsun Yu, sat at the same table, and drank fine wines. He talked about interesting things about his travels. He was flattered by what he saw and heard and couldn't help himself.
To this day, he still remembers how high-spirited and wild everyone was playing and dancing with swords and getting drunk that night!
But in the end, meeting each other by chance can only be regarded as a wonderful fate. Mountains and rivers pass by, people and things are like tides, and we forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
Later, in the Gongsun family in Shangdang County, his identity changed and things were unpredictable.
He suddenly became an emissary of the Demonic Cult. Gongsun Yu had many friends when he was young and had long forgotten about this poor little casual cultivator.
That fire burned down the Gongsun family, and the two of them were probably enemies and estranged from each other, and all the past events were like smoke and mist.
I could only hear reality and memories intertwined, and a burst of hearty laughter came from the top of the mountain again.
"Hahahahaha"
There seemed to be another group of young people talking high-pitched things gathering above.
He climbed the mountain step by step.
Sure enough, among the five pavilions around, three of them were occupied by men and women, all of whom were young people.
Their faces were full of vitality and they talked happily about their cultivation experiences. From time to time they raised their glasses and stopped their chopsticks to toast each other, just like they had done decades ago.
Lin Shan stood quietly in the distance watching all this and did not bother him.
These should be another group of young ladies from a cultivation family, enjoying the cultivation mileage of "reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles" unique to this age group.
If you are a casual cultivator, you will definitely not have the leisure time of being in groups. You must still be busy with life and have no time to gather together to have fun.
It was getting late at this time, and the full moon was hanging high.
Boundless silver light spreads, casting a veil over the dark and hazy mountains. The young people in the pavilion are still expressing their ambitions, singing songs about wine, inviting the moon to drink together, and playing the harp and sheng.
The place is still the same place, but the people are no longer the same people.
‘Today’s people cannot see the ancient moon, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients’.
Quietly, Lin Shan's figure moved away and disappeared into the vast night.
This place will become a beautiful memory for many people in the future.
In front of an ancient town, large rocks stand on the roadside.
The seal is engraved with the word "Yichuan".
There are monks guarding the gate outside the town, sitting alone with lamps in the dark night.
When he saw someone coming, he just made a faint sound.
"Token."
An object was thrown into his arms. He was stunned for a moment, then picked it up and took a look.
The token is as new as ever, but it was made fifty years ago.
The man paused for a moment and looked at the young man walking in front of him with confusion in his eyes. Fifty years have passed and he is still a young man?
Could it be that a younger generation inherited the Yichuan token from their elder?
"During the Southern Border of the Great Song Dynasty, did people build forests and mountains in groups?"
The token had simple identifying information on it, he asked.
The young man in front of him nodded gently, with a calm expression, and simply replied.
"It is the elder of the clan."
Now that Yichuanfang City has belonged to Dayan, and Dayan is a kingdom of demons, he has no enemies, so he naturally has nothing to fear.
There is no need to hide your head and show your tail, just do whatever you want.
However, with his appearance, if he admitted it, he might be surprised, so he simply shied away from it, so as not to shock the world.
The gatekeeper monk nodded, guessing that it was the younger generation who inherited the token from their ancestors. Otherwise, how could he still look like a young man after more than fifty years?
This person didn't recycle or recast it, but just threw the token back.
"You can continue to use this token. There is no need to make a new one. Now that Yichuan belongs to the demonic camp, all the previous complicated rules and regulations are invalid and everything is simplified."
Read the new rules of Mo Daoli.
It is nothing more than that the intensity of control has been reduced, free transactions have been simplified, and the front is in wartime, so there are no checkpoints. Loose cultivators are welcome to go to the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun to confront the front lines of the Great Song Dynasty.
And we also learned from this that not only is there fighting in the southwest, but there is also friction in the southeast.
It's just that there has been a stalemate here, and there isn't much fighting.
Now that Yichuan has been taken over by the devil, he also knows that the origins of many casual cultivators are shady, so he deliberately relaxes the requirements for entering the city, and at most goes through the process without getting to the bottom of it.
Lin Shan collected the token and said he understood.
The gatekeeper monk didn't have any difficulty and let him in easily.
After entering Fangshi.
Yi Chuan is still the same, not changed at all.
The south of the city is the stall area, the north is the shop area, the east is the residential area, and the west is the entertainment area.
Since it was night, the stall area in the south of the city and the residential area in the east were basically dark, and the streets were deserted and deserted.
In the shop area in the north of the city, most shops are closed. Only occasionally some large shops will continue to open at night with lights on.
The entertainment area in the west of the city happens to be booming.
The lights are bright and magnificent.
Several streets were bustling with people coming and going.
You can hear a steady stream of calls and solicitations, and the demonic monks prefer to go to Fengyue places to release their own nature.
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Qi, you are here, the girls are all dying for you!"
"Mr. Ma, do you still like the dancer I arranged for you last time?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, a new virgin has recently arrived in our building. Do you want to participate in the competition? Maybe you will be the one to spend the night with him tonight and taste the first love!"
"This... um... such a handsome young man! Why don't you come to our Yanchun Building to experience the wonderful taste of dual cultivation?"
The madam kept smiling at the gate, pulling regular customers one after another. There were very few people in Yichuan whom she didn't know.
However, when he saw a young man in white walking by, he stopped and stared at the brightly lit wooden brothel sign behind him, his eyes seemed a little blurred.
I secretly thought there was something going on, it looks like someone new is here!
Looking at his attire and temperament, he might be a young man from a noble family who traveled here.
Shouldn't this be grasped quickly?
This kind of young man who has just entered the world and has little experience is a fat sheep that is easy to slaughter.
If you choose a mature lady in the building who has rich experience and has received countless customers, she will definitely make her fall into the gentle land and be unable to extricate herself, and she will be unable to find her way all day long.
The old bustard has seen countless people, and he knows that in the cultivation family, basically in order to protect the younger generation of Yuanyang, they will deliberately prevent them from being exposed to female sex.
Breaking one's body has a great influence on perfect foundation building. Before hitting the golden elixir stage, cultivating a flawless body will have a great impact. Many far-sighted sects and families will pay attention to control.
However, if you are traveling abroad and can't stand the temptation and can't control your lower body, you can't blame others.
"Brother, our Yanchun House is the largest brothel in Yichuan! Our number one is also the number one in Yanyun! Come in and take a look!"
"Yanchun Tower"
The young man in white murmured in a low voice, and was pulled by the madam into the brothel without any resistance.
There was great singing and dancing, and the atmosphere was noisy. People from all walks of life were sitting at the table, drinking and laughing endlessly.
Some of the girls around the table formed a circle, hugging each other and being encouraged to drink. Their hands were still stroking around. The girls were laughing so hard.
Eight dancers on the stand twisted their waists, stretched out their arms, and swung their fans back and forth. The gauze on their bodies was hazy and transparent. If you look closely, many of the features inside seemed to be clearly visible.
There is a woman in a blue dress in the middle, with a slender figure, jade-like legs exposed, and curved eyebrows with the temperament of an orchid in the empty valley. The most important thing is the feeling of being as cold as ice, giving people a feeling of wanting to conquer. desire.
A bamboo flute is held horizontally, and the delicate blood-like red lips are lightly opened, blowing out the melodious meaning of Tianshan Snow Lotus.
A piece of heart-breaking song, where can I find a close friend at the end of the world?
There seems to be an unknown secret in her music, which inspires the desire of everyone present to explore. Unknowingly, there are also confusing and phantom sounds overlapping, which seems to be constructing a dream world of paradise.
Lin Shan, who was still immersed in the past when he ran errands for Master Huang Xian and came to Yan Chun Tower to meet Protector Yan, finally recovered from his sadness.
Suddenly, I felt that the woman on the stage looked familiar for no reason!
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(I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion, good health, and family safety.)
(End of chapter)