The northern wilderness is endless, and the cold plains are thousands of miles. At this time, the dawn in the east, a round of red sun is about to erupt.

Amu walked against the wind, standing in the void at this time, looking at the sunrise in the east, and couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. Back in the world, Amu has seen the sunset nine times.

At this time, although it is still located in the northern wilderness, the snow has gradually receded, and it has reached the edge of the cold plain.

In the past nine days, Amu couldn't stop sighing at the mystery of Master Wang Jue.

With Amu's cultivation and secret method at the beginning of the Spirit Saint at this time, it can be said that he will not lose his way in an instant.

At first, Amu thought that Liu Zhen would only arrive in a moment and a half. Because he clearly remembered that Master Wang Jue just walked back to Liuzhen step by step, and it probably only took more than an hour.

Now it seems that although Master Wang Jue keeps saying that he is a mortal, there are many miracles that he can never imagine. He advanced to the Spirit Saint Intermediate Great Perfection and walked at full speed, as if it was not as slow as the master.

What kind of character is Master Wang Jue? What kind of realm is it? Amu kept asking himself.

I don't know if I will be able to see Master and Yu'er when I go back to Liuzhen this time? Thinking of this, and then looking at the snow color that is slowly retreating, Amu's heart is gradually warming.

By the time the sun rose three poles, Amu had completely left the cold plain, but he didn't know what country this was. But Amu had already felt that within three hundred miles, there seemed to be a small village.

When you see people, you may be able to return to the mundane! Practicing in the enchantment of the demon coffin, Amu doesn't know how many years in the world, and he needs someone to inquire.

With a thought in his mind, Amu disappeared directly in place. Now in broad daylight, Amu naturally didn't want to frighten the world flying through the air, so he directly cast the secret magic immortal magic magic technique.

A few loomed, but for a moment, Amu was already standing on a winding mountain road at this time.

Hiding his cultivation, dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a good face, Amu looks like a young Taoist who is traveling.

The mountain road is winding, and at the foot of the mountain is a village with nearly 100 families. This village is located on a flat land between two green hills, which is not small, and it is also a rich and prosperous village in terms of houses and courtyards.

At this time, it is spring, the green grass on the mountain road, the wild fragrance is fragrant, and people are in a good mood.

Amu walked slowly down the mountain road, looking at the village from afar, and couldn't help but add a little warmth. Although this is not Liuzhen, the villages of mortal dust are always somewhat similar.

After going down the mountain road, there are many children chasing and playing at the entrance of the village, frolicking left and right. Occasionally, some adults passed by, some carrying farm tools, some driving cattle and sheep, and they did not forget to laugh at them.

Amu smiled, seeing that the clothes of these people were similar to those of the northerners, and their words were very similar. It seems that this may have been the original northern border.

There is only one long street in the small village, and there are a few hawkers. One of them, a small shop with a small face, exudes the smell of wine.

Amu walked and stepped in.

The small shop is not big, only four tables, thinking that this mountain village is mostly a villager. Most of them go home to drink, and few eat and drink here.

However, at this time, there were really two customers in this small shop, with dust on their faces, money bags wrapped around their waists, and leather bags next to them, dressed as merchants traveling far away.

Amu knew that this was a footman who was found in many countries in the Northern Wilderness. Walk through thousands of households, over a hundred households, but not a thief, but a serious businessman.

It's just that most of these foot merchants are not only engaged in business, but there are many people who work part-time as secret envoys and spies of various countries, traveling between countries and buying and selling news. Especially in wartime, these traders were more active.

Amu basically didn't pay attention to the mundane things, glanced at the two foot merchants, and then picked up a table and sat down.

In such a small shop in the village, the shopkeeper and the second child are all run by one person. A man in his forties in the mountains came over with a smile when he saw someone coming: "Dao Chief, are you passing by here?"

Amu nodded and said with a smile: "Just have two side dishes and make a pot of wine!"

In fact, when he cultivated to the realm of Amu, he could already stop drinking or eating, but sometimes eating wine and food may not only be a taste, but a feeling.

"Wait a minute!" Listening to Amu's words, the man smiled innocently, and then called out to the back room to the mother-in-law, and he went to the wine vat to fetch a pot of wine, took an earthen bowl, and sent it to Amu's table.

"Thank you!" Amu said politely, and then said to the man, "Shopkeeper, dare to ask what kind of village this is?

"Oh! I guess Dao Ye is the first time here. This is Shuangshan Village, the boundary of the Northwest County!" the man said casually.

"Shuangshan Village!Northwest County?" Amu frowned slightly, these were two completely unfamiliar place names. Shuangshan Village is the name of a small mountain village, so it is not surprising that I don't know. But this Northwest County, Amu has never heard of it? Mo is not himself, he has gone in the wrong direction completely, this is not the left of the Northern Country?

At this moment, the man's wife came over with two side dishes, a jinghai cloth skirt, a clean face, and a simple but neat woman at first glance.

As if she saw Amu's doubts, she said: "Shuangshan Village, named after the two mountains in front of and behind the village! The Northwest County is the Northwest County of the Great Murong Dynasty, and it was originally the Yunxi Kingdom, which was changed more than 20 years ago. ”

The woman spoke quickly, put down the side dishes after speaking, and went back to the back kitchen without waiting for Amu to say anything.

"Great Murong Dynasty, Yunxi Kingdom!" Amu muttered to himself. These two names are familiar to Amu.

Once, the northern kingdom was a vassal state of the Great Murong Dynasty. Murong Tong once said that Princess Haiqing's 10,000-year-old wooden coffin was given by the Great Murong Dynasty.

The Great Murong Dynasty is the most powerful dynasty in the secular realm of the Northern Wilderness, and it is said that in addition to those places where immortals are cultivated, nearly half of the territory in the Northern Wilderness is under its rule.

As for Yunxi, it is the western neighbor of the northern country. The population of the territory is similar to that of the northern country. Since this is Yunxi Kingdom, then he is not far from the northern country. Thinking of this, Amu's heart was relieved.

But when did I think about it, when did Yunxi Kingdom become the county of the Great Murong Dynasty? How long did I stay in the enchantment of the demon coffin?

"Shopkeeper, dare to ask, how did this Yunxi Kingdom become the Northwest County Kingdom?

Hearing Amu ask like this, the honest middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. His small shop in the village is to make ends meet. On weekdays, there are not many guests in the past, some of them are hunting and traveling merchants, and the nearest ones are in Linxian Town, and the farthest ones are only a few neighboring counties.

He didn't care about Amu's question, but this second question made him a little blind. Walking here, how can anyone not know how the Northwest County Kingdom became the county of the Great Murong Dynasty, and even more so don't know what year and month it is now?

Therefore, as soon as Amu asked, the middle-aged man was stunned for a while, he didn't know how to answer, and his eyes were a little weird when he looked at Amu.

At this time, the two businessmen who had been sitting next to him and chatting with themselves took over the conversation, and one of them, a man with a slender body and a slightly dark face, arched his hand to Amu and said, "This Taoist leader, I'm afraid that he is a cultivator of the Wandering Immortals, right?"

The foot merchant's vision and insight are much stronger than that shopkeeper, and as soon as he heard Amu's question just now, he thought of the so-called Xianmen monk in the Northern Wilderness.

However, the monks he knew were still on curing diseases and exorcising ghosts, and asking for feng shui hexagrams.

Actually, such a monk is not even a beginner in Amu's eyes. On the sea wilderness, there are a lot of such wandering immortals, most of them are cultivators of various sects who cannot cultivate immortal roots, and they have learned some methods of qi cultivation and the art of Qihuang, and they have gone down the mountain to find some way out.

However, Amu didn't have to care about this, and returned a salute to the two foot merchants, saying, "Let the two of you laugh!"

Hearing Amu recognize his identity, the two foot merchants thought that they had some knowledge, and they both smiled slightly.

"That's it, the Taoist asked the immortal to ask, not asking about mundane things. I don't know that this old thing in Yunxi is also normal. Another white and fat businessman, "Now it is the 3,986th year of the Great Murong Calendar of the Northern Wilderness, that is, the ninety-second year of Yongqing!"

This white and fat businessman seemed to be intent on showing off his knowledge, and actually said Da Murong Li. To tell the truth, not to mention the original Yunxi people, who were the original subjects of the Great Murong Dynasty, rarely said the Great Murong Calendar, because it was too troublesome, it was said on official or generally solemn occasions.

Usually, everyone only says how many years the emperor's year is. The emperors of the Northern Wilderness generally only use a year name and rarely change it.

"Ninety-two years of Yongqing?" Amu's heart moved, when he left Liuzhen to go to Beihan, it was the autumn of the eighth year of Changlong in the northern country, that is, the fifty-first year of Yongqing of the Great Murong Dynasty.

Then pinch your fingers and count, except for the more than three years of the Northern Han Sect, I have stayed in the Desolate Soul Secret Realm and the Coffin Enchantment for more than thirty-seven years.

"Thirty-seven years?" Ah Mu sneered in his heart, he didn't feel any emotion, he had only practiced for more than forty years, and he had already entered the first stage of the Spirit Saint.

This kind of cultivation speed is enough to look at the entire sea wilderness, and it is enough to frighten the world. But Amu was sighing, the time was really not short, and he even faintly felt that it was a little long. If this kind of psychology is known to the monks of the sea wilderness, they will directly be so angry that they will run away and die.

"Time is like an arrow!" Amu said indifferently, then picked up the wine bowl in front of him, and drank a large bowl of wine. This farmer's local wine is extremely strong and spicy, but when drunk in Amu's mouth, it is as plain as water, and there is almost no smell of alcohol.

"Not bad! Not bad!" The two foot merchants, I don't know why Amu sighed, but since they are cultivators, they are always a little unfathomable, and Amu has a big bowl of wine in his throat, and he is not harmed at all, so he can't help but admire it even more.

This is "not bad, not bad", I don't know if it only said what Amu said, or whether it refers to the wine that Amu drank, and the two merchants also took a sip with it.

"Emperor Yongqing of the Murong Dynasty has actually reigned for ninety-two years?" Amu said in surprise.

"Yes!" said the white fat merchant, "Murong Yongqing, eternal prosperity." It is said that the emperor Bixia, after eating the elixir, his face does not change!

"Oh!" Amu smiled faintly, and said secretly in his heart, "Isn't that the emperor a monk?"