Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 625 Longxi Corridor
Zhan Changfeng went all the way to the north, and she didn't seem to encounter the danger of the icy wasteland, only the silence accompanied her. She stopped to look, and two days later, she encountered a caravan. The husband and wife are out of the ordinary, and the rest are foundation building.

Seeing that they were also going north, she went forward and handed in some spirit stones to ride a car. After chatting with the people in the caravan, she learned that this route was the safest. Going from here, passing through the Longxi Corridor, is a plain. There are more than a dozen tribes of aborigines. They took goods from merchant ships from the two continents and sold them to the tribes.

Zhan Changfeng followed them for a few days, and learned that there was an inn in the Longxi Corridor, which was a gathering place for merchants.

One day, the leader of the caravan selling goods said, "The inn is in front." In a blink of an eye, a flock of birds flew over their heads screaming and screaming.

"The storm is coming." Zhan Changfeng said lightly, tugging on the rein.The leader's expression was slightly different, and he accelerated his forward speed, and a group of people rode their horses to gallop.

Except for the sound of horseshoes, the surroundings seemed to be abnormally quiet. There was no wind, no clouds, and the word "empty" was unreasonable. Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

The thousand-year-old harp in the ancient building was late, and the pipa outside the Great Wall was too late to speak. With the guidance of the music, they finally saw the inn standing in the corridor of Longxi.

This inn in the desolation of the northwest is as large and hard as an ancient castle, but it is also old. The old marks on the rock wall are mottled and deep, as if they were rubbed out by wind and sand day after day.

But the first thing they saw was the inviting guest pavilion in front of the inn. In the pavilion, there were six or seven men and women holding konghou or pipa. Away from the wind and dust, all kinds of fascination.

The caravan stopped for reorganization and was preparing to stay. At this moment, a person walked to the guest booth, and extended his hand to one of the players who was playing.

"Hey, that kid is really rich." A man unloaded his goods and said enviously.A few of them seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, quickly packed up their things and ran to the pavilion, there were male cultivators and some female cultivators.

At this time, one person covered his lips and suggested to Zhan Changfeng, "Your Excellency, do you have any favorites? Look at those people, they look good, live well, and they all practice intercourse surgery, which can not only relieve fatigue, but also improve their cultivation. If you come here once, you will be able to practice for two hours on your own."

The leader of the caravan trembled as he listened to his wife flirting with Zhan Changfeng, for fear that Zhan Changfeng would be unhappy, like the robbers Mie met halfway, and wipe them out with one move.

But Zhan Changfeng was very lenient, and after hearing what the leader's wife said, he said, "I'm not as good-looking as me, don't."

The leader's wife gave her a white look with a smile, "You look dead!"

As far as Zhan Changfeng is concerned, what people can see is not the appearance, but the first impression that emerges in the senses is the person's "look", which is born from the heart.

Just like when the leader's wife saw her, she only felt that this person was broad and mysterious, very handsome and stunning, but when she turned her head and recalled her appearance, she was a little vague, and only remembered this sense.

The leader's wife is not a pimp, she just talks about it in her boudoir.She is very close to Zhan Changfeng, although she is a bit cold, but she is gentle, considerate, and strong. After Zhan Changfeng silently helped her cover her wet body, the wife of the leader gave her beautiful words without money. Throwing it on her head, the leader gritted his teeth and called her a nymphomaniac.

I would really find someone to do it, either because I was hungry or for enjoyment, but most people who have achieved success in cultivation are very restrained, and some even require the integrity of Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang.

The leader's wife was joking, she didn't think that Zhan Changfeng would look for someone at all, but seeing how narcissistic she was, she couldn't help but hate her, pointing to the handsome young man playing the harp, "Look at how skinny he is!" Tender meat, how beautiful, isn't that enough?"

"Pretty is beautiful, but not beautiful."

"Then who is more beautiful?"

"The girl in the middle who plays the pipa is nice."

The leader's wife took a few glances, agreeing and regretting, "Fool, he wears a red string, he doesn't sell himself."

The leader glanced back and forth between Mrs. Musician and Zhan Changfeng in horror, bowed decisively to resign to Zhan Changfeng, and dragged his wife away.

Zhan Changfeng: "."

I don’t know when the music was missing, and the girl wearing a red rope walked out of the pavilion. She was really long-haired and splashed with ink. She was picturesque, her body was like a thin willow, and her spirit was like ice. But under the trimming of her eyebrows, her eyes were unruly and magnanimous, as if in the silk and bamboo landscape. Entering the sound of the golden geqin, it is also sonorous like a hero, every word of tenderness hurts the soul.

That is the blood and desolation of the children of the rivers and lakes.

She didn't go down the steps, but leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, staring straight at Zhan Changfeng with provocative eyes, "Is it beautiful?"

Zhan Changfeng narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed across his heart, "Sorry, brother."

I'm sorry that I talked about him with others and misidentified my gender.

His aura is a bit special, it is easy to confuse other people's senses, and he looks like a boy and a girl. Zhan Changfeng just glanced at him casually, and subconsciously regarded him as a girl.

The man took off the red rope on his wrist and tied up his hair. He was more heroic. Seeing that she changed her words in time, he was really embarrassed to slash at her with a knife. With a long smile, he looked away, and Zhan Changfeng also entered the inn.

The inn is divided into two halls, the inner hall and the outer hall. Most of the people sit around a table in the outer hall, and the atmosphere is more chaotic. The inner hall is mostly solitary, and everyone is quiet, and the environment is much more refined.

She and the caravan just met by chance, and they would leave after passing the inn. When she went to book a room, she found that the leader had already opened a room for her.

Zhan Changfeng took the key, did not go to the room, found a seat alone, and ordered a cup of wasteland cream tea.

There were so many monks in the inn that day, several groups of people came in while she was drinking a cup of tea.The people here are not like Beizhao and Nanfeng people who are generally accustomed to wide-sleeved robes, but prefer narrow-sleeved riding boots. It sounds the same.

In fact, this is true. There is indeed a string in the air, tense and trembling, vaguely connected to the overly empty and dreary desolate scene outside.

Zhan Changfeng felt that something was wrong with this place, and many people frequently glanced outside the store, as if they were waiting for something.

Bang!

The door of the inn was pushed open rudely, and a group of well-dressed guards rushed in, causing everyone's breath to sink, and they became alert.

The team of guards entered the door and immediately stood on both sides. Many people were surprised and murmured: Look, this outfit is not from the local area, but from the sea?

Zhan Changfeng didn't move his eyebrows, thinking, what a coincidence?

When sailing on the sea, a ship seemed to go with them, hanging far behind them. Just in case, Zhan Changfeng checked their whereabouts with the thousand-flow technique. They were wearing this kind of guard uniform.

When the caravan was on its way the day before, she also sensed a group of monks following behind, and it was these people again.

Although their uniforms were uniform, they had no special emblems, so it was impossible to determine their origins, but judging from the time and place where she found their ship, they should have set off from the Southwind Continent.

As soon as the two rows of guards stood up, a figure stepped into the threshold. It was shaped like a pine and cypress on a cliff, dressed in white and blue robes, looking back lightly, with a rainbow-like aura.

He didn't seem to notice it, and sat down on the empty table not far from the door, as if he just came to have a meal.

The inn was bustling again, but from time to time, people would turn their eyes to the person guarded by the guards and whisper.

(End of this chapter)