Start from covering the sky and become invincible

Chapter 39
A few days later, Lingzhou, Linghu City.

As the name suggests, this city is built on a lake. Next to the city is a huge lake. It is clear and waveless, with misty water and no end as far as the eye can see.

This lake is a pure land of practice, with spiritual beauty inside, the lake is light blue, clear and translucent, there are green lotuses flashing in it, emerald green like clouds, and there are strange beasts haunting and shining with scales.

Zhou Qing came here at this time, only more than 1000 miles away from the family, almost under the eyes of Da Neng in the family.

Linghu City is a city where monks and mortals live together. Because it is close to Linghu, the soil is fertile and suitable for spiritual planting. Therefore, there are large expanses of medicine fields outside the city.

The city is not very big. This is not the only city around the lake, but one of dozens. The city wall is completely built of a kind of reddish-brown boulder, full of vicissitudes of time, and the wall is extremely mottled.

There are people coming and going at the gate of the city, coming in and out, not only monks, but also ordinary people, but there will be no friction between the two.

Linghu City is different. This difference is not only a difference in people, but also a difference in the cultivation atmosphere.

Outside, most of the cultivating world is indifferent. A monk may kill a family of mortals collecting medicine for a source stone. Everyone is wary of each other. If there are some quarrels among the monks, a war may break out. , affecting countless mortals.

But the atmosphere in Linghu City is quite different. This is the atmosphere enforced by the contemporary city lord. If you want to fight, you can only fight outside the city, and you have to stay dozens of miles away. Anyone who fights in the city will be dealt with by the city lord. .

At first, some people were dissatisfied and complained. However, the city lord's surname was Zhou, and he was a member of the Zhou family with a high status in this oasis. No one dared not give face.

And with the passage of time, people have also felt such benefits, which is equivalent to having a clean place, and their safety has been greatly guaranteed.

The streets in the city are wide enough for a dozen beasts to ride side by side, and there are many stalls along the streets.

Fruits, jewellery, snacks, paper kites, and even sugar figurines.

Cultivators do not blindly pursue cultivation, they also travel, relax, and buy things that have nothing to do with cultivation from mortals.

There are a few big men from Lunhai Secret Realm, sitting in a noodle stall, eating hot noodles, laughing and talking about today's fishing harvest.

There are also pairs of Taoist couples from Lunhai Secret Realm, holding each other's hands on the street, their faces full of sweetness.

A middle-aged monk in the secret realm of the Dao Palace, with a five or six-year-old child and a gentle woman beside him, stood in front of a sugar figurine, waiting patiently for the mortals to pinch the sugar figurine.

Zhou Qing's calm heart was suddenly touched.

Thinking back to more than a year ago, he was sitting alone in Taixuanmen practicing meditation, and he had no complaints against anyone.

However, those people wanted to interfere with his practice for a possibility that he was not sure about. If he hadn't had a map of mountains and rivers to protect himself, he would have vomited blood at that time.

Calm, harmonious.
What a luxurious word for a monk.

If it is said that fighting due to chance is a very normal thing, then in many sects, those who see someone with higher talent than themselves and want to find a way to kill them are really bad up.

It can only be said that Linghu City is indeed a good place, no wonder so many monks like to live in this city.

Zhou Qing walked in the city for a while, and finally reached the inner city, where monks are basically setting up stalls.

There are those who sell spiritual fish, those who sell treasures, and even a few who tell fortunes and tell fortunes.

Zhou Qing swept his gaze, and found that these people did have different levels of mysterious power. Moreover, this kind of power, with some taste of fate, was very weak and superficial, far from being as vast as the power of fate, which seemed to be inclusive. Feeling over everything.

"Little brother, do you want to ask for a lottery? This old man is the strongest in divination and derivation here, especially good at marriage lottery and fortune lottery. Everyone calls me 'Liu Banxian', nine out of ten lottery, and the price is cheap, half a catty Pure source can solve the last sign."

An old man in a Taoist robe, seeing Zhou Qing's gaze, immediately began to sell himself, with a smile on his face.

"Old man Liu, you can sign a lot indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. Among us, you have the worst reputation. Usually, no one asks you to sign a lottery. Little brother, come to this old man, on this street , the old man is the one with the best business."

Another old man with a white beard blew his hair and glared at the old man in Taoist robes. When he looked at Zhou Qing, his expression changed quickly and he immediately smiled.

"Old man Lu, please don't confuse right and wrong. It's not my interpretation of the lottery that's wrong. It's obviously their own lottery that is really bad. They're all inferior. Can I still interpret the inferior signature?" Tao Pao said. The old man also glared at the old man with the white beard.

Zhou Qing has now understood the power of destiny, so he can barely see that among these few people, the power of heaven around this Taoist robed old man is indeed stronger.

Although the image of this person is a bit wretched, he does have real abilities, his cultivation level is also in the realm of Fate Spring, and half a catty is really not expensive.

So Zhou Qing walked to the booth of the Taoist robed old man, and took out a catty of Yuan, but he really couldn't take out half a catty, because he didn't have such a small Yuan on his body.

Accepting the source, the old man in the Taoist robe closed his eyes with a smile, handed the lottery tube on the booth to Zhou Qing, and said with a smile: "Little friend, the old man will solve two lots for you. The first lottery is a marriage lottery. Ask for a lottery first, and then the old man will solve the lottery for you."

The old man in the Taoist robe didn't care about Zhou Qing's identity or cultivation level. To him, Zhou Qing was just his customer now.

Zhou Qing nodded, closed his eyes, and shook the lottery tube. He did not use any spiritual consciousness or cultivation, and shook the lottery tube normally like a mortal.

After a few breaths, Zhou Qing drew a lottery.

The old man in the Taoist robe stretched out his callused hand and picked up the bamboo stick. There was no writing on it, unlike ordinary people's sticks, only a line of strange lines that could not be read.

The old man glanced at the lines, then closed his eyes, counted with his fingers, picked up a vermilion brush beside him, and began to draw on a piece of yellow paper.

Zhou Qing could clearly feel that the mysterious power around the old man became active in an instant.

However, the old man was already immersed in an inexplicable power at this time, the painting hand was not writing according to his own will, but was moving with a kind of power from somewhere.

After opening his eyes, the Taoist robed old man took a look at what he had drawn on the yellow paper, and his expression sank.

I saw extremely abstract patterns drawn crookedly on the yellow paper, and no normal things could be seen at all.

"How do you solve this sign?" Zhou Qing stared at him and said lightly.

(End of this chapter)