Fuji Avenue

Chapter 213 Returning Home, Dreaming Goodbye in the Old Times

About a month later, on the frontier of Mobei, under the rule of Yinshan Zong, a middle school, Wangfeng City.

It is the season when sandstorms sweep across the north.

It might have been a sunny day just a moment ago, but before a cup of tea, the strong wind began to rage, the sun hid behind a piece of sand, the sky and the earth began to be dark and gloomy, and the smell of dust with a strong earthy smell permeated the world, and then It was yellow sand billowing for several days in a row, and the sky was full of dust.

The wind howled like a wild animal, and now and then a piercing shriek or two.If it is at night, it is enough to wake up the dreamer.

The flying gravel crazily hit the city wall, making a clanging sound.

The sandstorm in Wangfeng City is so powerful that it can blow stones all over the ground.Some people also said that the wind here can kill people. Many people were swept away by the sandstorm in the wild, and they were swept up to the sky.

Even in this place, in this season, dust and decay are everywhere, and there is nowhere for people to hide. They can only suffer in silence.Perhaps this is the fairest time in the world.

Of course, except for monks who can control the windshield.

On this day, it was the time when the sandstorm was at its most ferocious and arrogant. It was pitch black outside, and the wind was howling.

At the gate of Wangfeng City, two gray-clothed monks on duty were hiding in the formation of the wind shelter, chatting lazily while guarding the gate.

Outside the shield, a group of mortal warriors stood respectfully, with black cloths covering their faces, trying to block the wind and sand from entering their lungs.

The Yinshan Sect is a medium-sized sect attached to the super large orc tower.

Wangfeng City is the second county city under the rule of Yinshan Zong.The person in charge of managing the daily order of Wangfeng City is the family of a Diqiaojing monk surnamed Liu in the sect.

I don't know how many years ago, when the two races of humans and monsters fought against each other, this county city once played the role of an important border defense town. Therefore, the city walls are high, and the defense system and formations in the city are very complete.

However, in today's increasingly peaceful period, the main function of Wangfeng City has become border trade, and it has become one of the official border trade cities designated by the Hongran Zongmeng.

The bustle of the city is always in July and August. During the official trading time period, a large number of Wanshan Yaozu people will pour in from outside the customs to the Wangfengfang in the city to trade the goods they need.

The Yaozu side mostly brought rare spiritual plants from Wanshan Mountains, body materials of exotic animals, specialty ores, etc., to trade finished magic weapons, pills, and various talismans of the human race.

But in this windy and sandy month, few people go in and out, and the day to make money has not yet arrived, so the entire county, even the small guards at the gate of the city, can't get excited, and they are lazy.

These two monks are both members of the Liu family with the original surname, and they also practiced in the Yinshan sect in their early years.

But at the age of 80 or [-], there is still no hope of breaking through the middle stage of the door-opening state, and the sect no longer distributes extra resources to them, so they think that they will stop here for life, and simply return to the clan, marry a wife and have children , spread branches and leaves, and seek a comfortable and comfortable life.

Today, it happened to be the turn of the two of them to go to the Chengguan to lead the defense. They were already acquainted friends, so they hid in the wind shelter, and they talked about each other. A shop in the trading house; someone's newborn junior actually found out the qualifications of cultivation, what kind of Zhenhai beast is it;

Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard a light buzzing sound.

Turning his head to look, he saw a wooden talisman hanging on the city wall continuously emitting bright red light.

"In such a damn season, there are still people here?"

Looking at the reaction of the talisman, it seems that it is still a monk of the human race.

"Huh? Senior in the psychic realm..."

"Hey, quickly check to see if there are any psychic monks who have registered out of the city in recent months."

"Yes, there are, but it seems that they have returned to the city to sell their accounts."

"Strange, where did this senior come from?"

Just as they were talking, a gust of wind and sand rolled rapidly, and an astonishing coercion swayed out of the billowing yellow dust, causing the two of them to feel tight in their chests and their legs became weak.

The few mortal warriors standing nearby fell to the ground, their faces flushed, as if they were using their internal strength to resist the coercion.

After a while, two giant hands seemed to emerge from the storm, forcibly separating the rolling sand and dust into a huge gap, leaving a clean space in the middle to isolate the dust.

A man in a green robe with a handsome face, apparently in his thirties, hurried past the open space in the rolling yellow sand, and arrived at the gate of the city in an instant.

The visitor is not good.

The two of them were so uncomfortable being bullied by this fierce coercion, they all screamed in their hearts, how could there be a monk in the psychic realm, who would release coercion on low-level monks without any reason like this person of?

"May I ask you, senior, which sect are you from, where did you come from, and what is the important thing for me to come to Wangfeng City?" One of the monks couldn't hide, so he had no choice but to step forward, bowed his hands and saluted. custom asked.

Although the green-robed cultivator's power persisted, he spoke very politely: "Everyone, I am a disciple of Yunyin Sect. I was drawn into another world by the turbulent flow of space due to an accident. The Mountain Monster Clan belongs to the territory, and they came here after going around..."

It seems that in the middle of the speech, I realized that the people in front of me were really uncomfortable, and quickly withdrew all the power and power in my heart, thinking to myself: "It's been three months, why haven't we reached the situation where we can move freely? When we arrive in the territory of the human race, we must deliberately adjust the situation." fan."

Once the coercion of the psychic realm is gone, everyone will feel better.

One of the monks asked politely: "Senior, we are ordered by the clan alliance to verify the identities of all the people who registered at the entry and exit gates. Please take out the identity token of Yunyinzong. After I have verified it, I will stop bothering you. "

"Ok."

The green-robed monk took out the identity token with his name written on it from the storage bag and handed it over, and said: "I have been wandering in another world for a long time, and I can't figure out how long it has been. I don't know if this is the new calendar. which year?"

"Back to seniors, it's the 31st year of Hongran's new calendar."

When the green-robed monk heard this, his face was shocked, and his eyes stared straight: "Are you right?"

"How would you dare, junior?" The other party held the token of the green-robed monk, and seeing the words Wei Buer written on it, he felt quite familiar, and he didn't know where he had seen it.

But he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took the token and inserted it into the formation disk uniformly distributed by the clan alliance, and saw the light screen of the formation disk flicker, and a line of words flashed out:
"Wei Buer, a monk of the Yunyin Sect who opened the door, was born in the 3000th year of the Hongran New Calendar, and died in the 29th year of the Hongran New Calendar. He died in the Puppet Valley. He has been recorded in the Yunyin Sect's heroic book."

"Senior, this..."

The green-robed monk was also dumbfounded, and for a long while there was only a wry smile on his face.

……

After passing the Wangfeng City Gate, Buer found an inn in the city that specially entertained monks, and chose a spacious and luxurious upper room to live in.

While digesting the latest news, he planned his future itinerary.

He verified it in many ways, and it is indeed the 31st year of Hongran's new calendar.

In this way, I have been wandering in another world for more than 30 years, but the time in the Hongran world is only passing extremely slowly. According to the end of the Puppet Valley Ceremony, it has been less than two years.

I submerged my spiritual consciousness into my body to check my physical condition, and it was undoubtedly an "advanced age" in my 60s.

Then he explained that the 30 years he had experienced in another world were real and absolutely 30 years without any moisture.From this, I speculated again, and felt that there was probably something wrong with the law of time in the sea of ​​insects.

It's a pity that my physical age didn't stay at 30 years old because of this, otherwise, I would have another 270 years to live, and the chances of breaking through the ground bridge would be more.

"Forget it, people's hearts are not enough to swallow an elephant. This time, by chance and coincidence, I was able to step into the psychic realm. It is also a blessing from the gods who fought on the line of life and death. Do you still hope that there will be another pie in the sky?"

He shook his head, and began to think about some situations he might face after returning to the sect.

Mostly it is how to explain where I have been for the past two years, what I have experienced, why my cultivation base has improved by leaps and bounds, and so on.

When he was on his way from Qingjiang to this area, he had thought about a set of rather detailed and rigorous rhetoric, and in the future he only needed to refine it and fill in the possible loopholes.

Of course, all the things about the witch will be omitted.

After sorting everything out, he decided to take a short rest here, and after a few days, he will take the flying camel boat in Wangtian City to the south, and when he arrives in the south, he is trying to find a way to return to Yunyinzong.

After all, the distance between these trips is more than tens of thousands of miles, and it is laborious and time-consuming to walk against the wind alone.

What's more, I only had a few months to break through the psychic realm, and I had a long way to go for a few months. The mana was consumed a lot, and the realm has not yet been consolidated in the future, which may have some negative effects on my future practice.

At the thought of returning home, he couldn't help but feel extremely excited, his chest throbbed wildly.

"Returning to one's homeland, returning to one's homeland!" He murmured silently.

When I left the sect and went to the puppet valley, I was just a middle-stage disciple of opening the gate to serve the expedition team. A few years ago, I didn't even open the gate of the inner sea, but no one in the Yunyin sect looked down on me. house sweeper.

Today, the ground is turned upside down, the stars are changing, and the house sweeper actually jumps over the dragon gate with a carp and spreads his wings for thousands of miles, turning himself into a psychic cultivator. I am afraid that no one in the sect would have thought of such a situation.Come to think of it, senior in the bamboo hat and the old man in the tree would be extremely pleased and proud to see him.

He thought like this, the thoughts of returning home, the longing for the old man, the pride and pride of being advanced, the extremely joyful mood, the thoughts of some helpless and miserable past events, etc. All kinds of feelings gathered in his chest, and he couldn't wait In a moment, a space channel was opened, reaching Yun Yinzong directly, so that everyone could see what the handyman who no one cared about looked like now.

He knew he was getting a little carried away.

But when I think that I have suffered for so many years, in life and death, in the fire and cold for so many years, why don't I give my broken nerves, exhausted mind, and scarred body a short time? Yes, a chance to relax.

"Book of Heroes?"

He suddenly remembered the information he saw at the gate of Wangtian City, and he couldn't help being funny and puzzled.

The martyrs recorded in the book of heroes are all martyrs who have made great contributions to the sect.

Even if he thought that he really fell into the valley, there is no reason to be included in the list of heroes with many martyrs?
Forget about him, after returning to the sect, he must go to see the head in person, report his situation to him, and then ask him to take his name out of those martyrs.

So unlucky!
……

For the next two days, he recuperated in Wangtian City.On the third day, he took a flying camel boat to go south to Chang Yuanzong at the post station in the city, and it seemed that he would stop near Yunyinzong on the way.

After getting on the flying boat, I rented a luxurious private room with a second-order spirit gathering array, which was exquisitely decorated and equipped with all kinds of furniture, so I lived in it carelessly. It is leisurely lying on the rocking chair, drinking tea leisurely.

"Finally, I have crossed the chasm of the psychic world, should I rest and enjoy it a little?"

As for the spirit stone, don't worry at all.

There are [-] million low-grade essence stones obtained from the Blue Light Clan, spiritual stone artifacts looted from the bitter-faced monk's resident, and various materials that were fiddled with from the vast forest with the intention of making a profit.

Calculated in this way, his net worth may be richer than some monks in the bridge realm who are supported by their families and county towns.It costs a little, but it's a drop in the bucket.

The flying camel boat was originally made for long-distance transportation of monks. Its main body looks like a huge wooden boat. There are hundreds of white flying camels in front of it. In this way, it can fly more than 1000 miles a day.

The boat sailed for several months, passed through hundreds of territories, and arrived in southern Anhui, near the Yunyin Mountains for thousands of miles, and the route of travel was about to deviate from Chang Yuanzong, so he simply got off the boat and headed straight to Yunyinzong against the wind.

Passing by cottages along the road, most of the counties and towns passed by are harmonious and prosperous.

Ordinary people are happy to make a living, cultivate land for business, and do all kinds of business.

Even the travelers who are on their way are mostly unhurried and leisurely.

Mostly, it is impossible to see the appearance of the horned demon raging.

This is very different from what he imagined.

It was flying all the way, stopping and going, crossing southern Anhui, and finally arrived at the border of western Hubei.Yunyinzong is located in the northwestern part of Hubei.

Looking back, I feel that this trip is like a dream, even more outrageous than the dream of heaven and man.

I can't help but think of what the witch said to herself in the confined space before, especially the sentence: "Since the ancestors of this family entered the Hongran Continent, although it can't be said that they have never been stained with human blood, most of the people they killed came to find fault. My son's monk. Ordinary people, we probably won't provoke them, let alone kill them at will."

He didn't believe it at first, but now he couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart.

I have been tangled in my heart for many days, and when I travel to the east of Hubei, it is about to approach Minyin Prefecture.Seeing that there are only a few hundred miles left in Changle Village, he suddenly felt sad.

I couldn't help but think: "If the horned demons don't kill people, how could the 74 people from 260 households in Changle Village turn into ghosts?"

"If the horned demon doesn't kill people, why would I, monk Hongran, risk my life and fight desperately with it, so that countless predecessors and martyrs died in the hands of the demon, and disappeared?"

"People who are not of my race must have a different heart. They are holding back at the moment. I am afraid that when they overthrow the human race and occupy Hongran in the future, they will probably show their fierceness. I must not hesitate in my heart."

After thinking so, he finally stabilized his Dao heart and strode forward.

On this day, I arrived at the border of eastern Hubei, a county named Ningcheng.If you remember correctly, this Ningcheng is already under the rule of Yun Yinzong, which is under the jurisdiction of the family behind Gu Naichun.

I saw that there are many Feidan lofts in the county, and there are Linglang shops on the street, which can be regarded as quite prosperous.

He secretly said in his heart: "Anyone who becomes a monk in the ground bridge state must either be extremely talented or be supported by a big family behind him. I don't know if I, who have nothing, will be able to achieve such a great way one day."

Others have empty stomachs and rumbling stomachs, so it is inevitable to have a full meal.

So he restrained his breath, found a restaurant specially opened for monks, ordered some delicious spirit vegetables, and was about to eat.

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps downstairs and a very familiar voice. I turned my head and saw a person coming up from the stairs. I opened my mouth wide and almost called out the person's name. I was surprised and happy .

　The past two days have been very busy, code words are like fighting, and I have nothing to say.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)