Zhan Changfeng went all the way north, the danger of the icy wasteland did not seem to be encountered by her, only silence accompanied, she stopped and looked, two days later she encountered a caravan, the cultivation is not too high, except for the leader and his wife are out of the ordinary, the others are all foundations.

She saw that they were also going north, so she stepped forward to hand over some spirit stones to take a ride, and after gossiping with the people in the caravan, she learned that this route was the safest, and from this side, through the Longxi corridor, it was a plain, and there were more than a dozen tribes of aborigines, and they took the goods from the merchant ships that came from the two big 6 and sold them to the tribe.

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 who was selling goods said, "The inn is ahead," and in the blink of an eye he saw a flock of birds flying over their heads with a strange scream.

"The storm is coming. Zhan Changfeng tugged on the reins and said lightly. The leader's expression changed slightly, and he accelerated his progress, and a group of people galloped on horseback.

Except for the sound of horses' hooves, the surroundings seem to be unusually quiet, there is no wind, no flowing clouds, and the word "emptiness" is gratuitous, but fortunately, this situation did not last long.

The ancient building was a thousand years old, and the pipa outside the plug was late, and with the help of music, they finally saw the inn standing in the Longxi corridor.

This inn in the desolate northwest is as large and hard as an ancient castle, but it is also old, and the old traces of the rock walls are mottled and deep, as if they have been scratched by the wind and sand day after day.

But the first thing they saw was the guest booth in front of the inn, six or seven men and women in the pavilion, holding a gonghou or pipa, entangled in love to the bones, desolate and heart-eroding, fingertips pick and touch, press and hook, play the wind and dust, all kinds of fascination.

The caravan stopped and prepared for lodging, and at this moment a man walked to the pavilion and stretched out his hand to one of the players, who bowed his brow and handed over his hand, and entered the shop together.

"Hey, that kid is really rich. A man said enviously while unloading the goods. A few of them seemed to be a little unbearable, and quickly packed up their things and ran to the pavilion, there were male cultivators and female cultivators.

At this time, a person covered his lips and suggested to Zhan Changfeng, "Your Excellency has a fancy for those people, they are good-looking, they are good at living, and they have all cultivated the room technique, which not only relieves fatigue, but also promotes cultivation. ”

The leader of the caravan trembled and listened to his wife teasing Zhan Changfeng, for fear that Zhan Changfeng would be unhappy and destroy the robbers he met halfway, and destroy them with one move.

However, Zhan Changfeng's heart was very relaxed, and after listening to the words of the leader's wife, he said, "It's not as good-looking as me, don't." ”

The Chieftain's Lady glanced at her with a smile, "Dead!"

When it comes to Zhan Changfeng, what people can see is not the appearance, but the first impression that emerges from the senses is the person's "appearance", the appearance born from the heart.

Just as the chief's wife saw her, she felt that this person was broad and mysterious, very handsome and amazing, and turned her head to recall her appearance, but it was a little vague, and only remembered this sense.

The chief's wife is not a pimp, just a joke in the boudoir. She is very close to Zhan Changfeng, although she is a little colder, but she can't stand her gentle, considerate and powerful, after the leader's wife silently helped her cover her wet body from Zhan Changfeng, she didn't want money to throw beautiful words on her head, so that the leader gritted his teeth and scolded her nymphomaniac.

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

The chief's wife was also joking, she didn't think that Zhan Changfeng would go to find someone at all, but seeing that this person was so narcissistic, she couldn't help but scold her, and pointed to the beautiful young man who was blowing the gonghou and said, "Look at how fine and tender his skin and tender flesh are, how beautiful he is, isn't that enough?"

"Pretty is pretty, but not pretty. ”

"Then who's beautiful?"

"The girl in the middle who plays the lute is good. ”

The chief's wife glanced at it a few times, both agreeing and regretting, "Fool, people wear red ropes and don't sell themselves." ”

The leader was frightened and glanced back and forth between his wife's musician Zhan Changfeng, decisively bowed to Zhan Changfeng to resign, and dragged his wife away.

Zhan Changfeng: ""

I don't know when the music is missing, the girl wearing the red rope walked out of the pavilion, it was really a long splash of ink, the person was picturesque, the body was like a thin willow, the god was like ice, but under the eyebrows, the eyes were uninhibited and open, as if the silk and bamboo landscape entered the sound of Jin Geqin, and it was also like a chivalrous inch, and the tender words were sad.

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

She didn't go down the steps, she just leaned on the pavilion pillar, staring straight at Zhan Changfeng, with a provocative look in her eyes, "Is it beautiful?"

Zhan Changfeng's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of surprise crossed his heart, "I'm sorry, brother." ”

I'm sorry to talk about him and misidentify his gender.

The aura on his body is a bit special, it is easy to confuse other people's senses, and he is 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 his head, more heroic, he saw that she changed her words in time, he was really embarrassed to cut it over, laughed, looked away, and Zhan Changfeng also entered the inn.

The inn is divided into two halls inside and outside, the outer hall is mostly a few people around a table, the atmosphere is more chaotic, the inner hall is more single-seated, all of them are calm, and the environment is also a lot more exquisite.

She and the caravan met each other in Pingshui, and they would be separated after the inn, but when she went to book a room, the leader had already opened a room for her, she did not refuse, and turned around and settled the money for the caravan's several tables of dishes.

Zhan Changfeng took the key, didn't go to the room, found a single seat, and ordered a cup of cream tea from the wasteland.

On this day, there were a lot of monks in the inn, and several groups of people came in while she was drinking tea. The people here are not like the people of the North Zhao and the South Wind who are used to wide-sleeved robes, but prefer to dress up with narrow-sleeved riding boots, and their temperament is also soaked in the rough and direct of the North, so when there are many people, they seem to be particularly noisy, as if they will fight at any time.

In fact, it is true, there is indeed a string in the air, taut and trembling, as if it were connected to the desolate scene of the excessive emptiness and dreary outside.

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

Bang Bang!

The door to the inn was rudely pushed open, and a well-dressed group of guards rushed in, causing the crowd to sink into their breath and become on guard.

The team of guards entered the door and immediately stood on both sides, many people were shocked and muttered: Look at this dress is not local, it is from the sea?

Zhan Changfeng's eyebrows and eyes did not move, and his heart said, so coincidental?

When sailing on the sea, there was a ship that seemed to follow them, hanging far behind them, and Zhan Changfeng checked their movements with a thousand streams of art, and they were wearing this kind of guard uniform.

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

Although their attire was uniform, there was no special insignia, and it was impossible to judge their origin, but judging from the time and place of her appearance of their ship, they must have come from the south wind6.

As soon as the two rows of guards stood up, a figure just stepped into the threshold, its figure resembled a cliff pine and cypress, white clothes and blue robes, looking back lightly, the aura was like a rainbow, and a group of monks looked at each other, pressing, and the air was quiet.

He sat down at the empty table not far from the door, as if he had come to have a meal in an ordinary way.

The inn was bustling again, but from time to time people would turn their eyes to the male cultivators who were guarded by the attendants, whispering and whispering.