Baicheng, the former capital of the northern country, is named after the snow that falls in the northern country for most of the time.

In the past, the white city was famous in the Northern Wilderness Continent. A splendid and prosperous place, a gentle and rich hometown. Princes and generals, businessmen and wealthy people, gathered here, competing for luxury.

The Murong Dynasty was in the ninety-second year of Yongqing, and the old calendar of the Northern Kingdom should be the forty-eighth year of Changlong. It's a pity that the name of Changlong is long gone, because the northern kingdom has been annihilated in the long river of history.

The original old land of the northern country, which is now part of the Northwest Military State, Wangbei County, except for the war of annihilation of the Yunxi Kingdom more than 20 years ago, has been prosperous in the past 40 years, and the people have been happy.

Forty years ago, the national capital of Baicheng collapsed overnight, which is just a distant legend for most northerners. After all, people tend to only care about their own business.

Forty years of mundane life can be forgotten a lot. At this time, only the vast snow on the site of Baicheng seems to remember the prosperity and past of this ancient city.

Amu has changed into a brand-new white robe, and although his complexion is not very good, it is still much stronger than during the battle of Liuzhen three days ago.

In the first battle of Liuzhen, Amu was seriously injured and recuperated from his injuries, and only arrived in Baicheng that night.

Amu did not walk against the wind, but walked slowly on the vast white snow. The snow was knee-deep, and the sound of "creaking" echoed in the wilderness, monotonous and cold.

However, the air is exceptionally fresh while the cold breeze blows.

Amu couldn't help but sneer faintly, it seemed that the words of the two foot merchants in Shuangshan Village were still a bit exaggerated.

Because, on this night, the waning moon hung high and the cold stars filled the sky. Instead of as the two said, Baicheng has become a ghost town, day and night, no moon and no stars, and the white snow does not stop!

There is no sound of killing night and night, the sound of wailing is constant, and the scene of thousands of resentful spirits gathering!

However, this snow is a bit strange, it does not melt, and it seems to contain a trace of aura.

With a flick of Amu's fingers, a ball of flame fell on the snow, but it instantly melted silently without causing the slightest change.

This vast snow for hundreds of miles was actually transformed by supreme magic! Amu was secretly shocked in his heart, I don't know who has such a skill?

When a monk reaches a certain level, he can master the rules of heaven and earth, and call for wind and rain.

Powerful as the Northern Cold, the first level of the Great Perfection of the Soul Scattering, the heavy snow is all over the sky when the spell is cast, and it is not difficult to freeze for hundreds of miles. can let him rain three feet of snow, covering a radius of 100 miles, it will not melt for 40 years, and the spiritual power is still there, I am afraid that it will definitely not be.

This is almost beyond Amu's perception of the existing cultivation world.

Is it a mid-level Scattered Soul?a high-level Scattered Soul?or a strong person above the Three Realms?What realm is above the Three Realms of Cultivation, Spirit, and Soul?

Amu frowned, what he saw today, the person who casts the spell is comparable to the immortal stream.

Looking at the vast snow, Amu once again thought of his master Wang Jue, and he didn't know what kind of existence it was.

And back then, was the Northern White City really just a soul-level battle?

With the sound of "creaking" snow, Amu was thoughtful. The purpose of going from Liuzhen to Baicheng is naturally to take a look at the traces of the Great War that year, and even more to find clues about Master and Yu'er.

But at this time, Amu's demonic consciousness spread out, and there was no vision within a radius of a hundred miles.

Although it is not as terrifying as the two foot merchants say, it is a ghost town, but it is silent and like a dead city, an empty city.

The city naturally no longer exists, looking at it from afar, there are occasional ruins and lonely pillars in the vast snow, broken buildings, and you can also see the shadow of the imperial city in the past.

After walking for a long time, the surrounding scenery has not changed much. Then, Amu seemed to lose his mind for a moment, and before he knew it, he suddenly raised his head.

"Huh?" A hundred feet away, a little light like a bean.

Amu stopped, slightly shocked in his heart. What he was shocked was not the abrupt light, but the fact that his own magic sense had just swept through, and he was in control for a hundred miles, and this light was if he had escaped his own magic sense.

In a trance, there was a little light outside. Amu was puzzled, but his footsteps did not stop, stepping on the snow.

The brighter the lights became, the clearer they became.

Hundred miles of snowfield, this is the center, and this is also the center of the ghost town.

And what appeared in front of Amu's eyes turned out to be a quaint wine shop! Three thatched huts, a little light.

At this time, the cold wind occasionally came, and the wine was gently swayed. On the vast snowfield, this small shop is even more lonely and weird.

Amu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes flashed with demonic knowledge, and the word "wine" on the ancient seal on the wine banner of zaijian was scattered with a faint purple light, mysterious and demonic.

There was an inexplicable smell on the wine cover. It was an aura that Amu had never felt before.

In the vast snowfield, there are few people in a hundred miles, this small shop is really wonderful!

Amu sneered, this small shop must be weird. He didn't knock on the door, and with a gentle push, there was a "squeak". Amu went straight into the shop.

For a moment, the dim lights were a little dazzling. There was a thriving stove in the shop, and the cold wind came in, causing the flames in the stove to swoop.

The sudden heat wave actually made Amu feel a slight swelling pain in his body, and his head was even more dizzy.

Amu was shocked, and the power of the demon spirit instantly filled his body. The Spirit Saint Intermediate Great Perfection, hot and cold, cold and summer, has long been out of the body. However, in an instant, the flames of the furnace flickered, which made Amu feel like a mortal that he hadn't had for many years.

How can Amu not be surprised? What is this place?

Stabilizing his mind, Amu's face was calm, and at the same time, his eyes swept over, and he saw that the tables and chairs in the small shop were very old, and they seemed to be some years old.

A white-haired hunchbacked old man, beside a small counter, was slowly wiping a copper wine jug with a white rag. The white-haired hunchbacked old man rubbed very lightly and slowly.

In one corner, a thin, ragged, barefoot monk sits with two sauce-colored jars on the table.

The thin monk held a cup in one hand and meat on the table in the other. Pour yourself to drink, wine and meat through the intestines, eat deliciously, but also silent.

Other than that, there was no one else in the store. The fire was blazing, but the small shop was a little deserted, and even a little dead.

The moment Amu came in, a trace of white glint flashed in the drunken eyes of the thin monk, and his hands paused slightly, and then he frowned imperceptibly, and then continued to drink.

"Huh?" Seeing someone come in, the white-haired hunchbacked old man behind the counter obviously flashed a hint of discoloration in his eyes, as if he didn't expect someone to enter his small shop so easily, and couldn't help but glance at the thin monk in the corner.

Seeing that the monk's wine glass was not gone, and he didn't seem to know the new guest, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man glanced at Amu again, and gently put down the white rag and copper wine pot in his hand.

"Little brother, do you want to eat?" the white-haired hunchbacked old man asked a little stiffly, his voice even more dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. At the same time, he hugged a jar of wine and staggered to the sloppy monk in the corner.

Amu only then discovered that the white-haired old man was not only hunchbacked, but also lame.

The atmosphere in this small shop was a little weird, Amu did not answer the white-haired old man's question, but picked up a table and sat down, quietly looking at the white-haired hunchbacked old man.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man put down the jar and flicked the candlestick on the table to make the store brighter.

"Crazy monk, it seems that my little shop is quite lively today!" the white-haired hunchbacked old man's words seemed to mean something.

"Hehe, hey, it's so lively!" the crazy monk grinned, "Don't look at my old monk who has always been alone, but he also likes to be lively!

As he spoke, he entered another piece of fatty meat, and then he didn't forget to touch his oily hands on his body.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man sneered and said, "It's good to be alone!" Without further ado, dragging his lame, the white-haired hunchbacked old man turned around and asked Amu again: "Little brother, do you have dinner?"

Before Amu could answer, the mad monk in the corner yelled at Amu, "Drink a bar!

When Amu heard this, he calmly said to the white-haired old man: "Disturb the old man, come to a pot of wine, two side dishes!"

The white-haired old man didn't say much, and shouted to the back room: "Wu'er, come here for two side dishes!" casually took a pot of wine and a cup, and put it on Amu's table.

After doing this, the white-haired old man returned to the counter and slowly wiped the very shiny copper kettle.

Amu looked calm, observed attentively, and at the same time poured himself a glass of wine, the wine in the cup was shiny, the color was like green tea, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Good wine!" Amu sighed in praise and raised his glass, but couldn't help frowning slightly.

Just because the entrance of that fine wine is actually bitter and spicy, if Amu is not a spiritual saint-level monk, I am afraid that he will not be blessed at all.

The wine entered the stomach from the throat, the bitterness was unbearable, and the heat wave was rolling, causing a throbbing in Amu's Danhai, and then the wine actually turned into a trace of spiritual energy, infused into the meridians.

What kind of wine is this? It actually implies the aura of a fairy. Although Amu seemed calm, he was horrified.

"Hey, hey, good bar!" the crazy monk in the corner glanced at Amu meaningfully.

"Good wine!" Amu looked at the mad monk and smiled faintly.

From the moment he entered the door, Amu's magic sense had already dispersed, and he wanted to see who the white-haired old man and the thin monk were. However, the magic consciousness that Amu has always been proud of is like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest feedback of information.

With Amu's Spirit Saint Intermediate Great Perfection Demon Cultivation Cultivator, even a Soul Cultivation Level Cultivator can see through even a Soul Cultivation High-level Great Perfection, and there are only two possibilities for the current situation.

The first is that these are two mortals, and the second is that these two cultivators are at least at the level of Scattered Souls, which are much higher than Amu.

"Mortals?" Amu smiled bitterly in his heart, and it seemed that he had met more mortals in his life. The vast snow, the strange shop, drinking the wine full of aura, how can the two people in front of them be mortals?

Thinking about facing the two old monsters who didn't know whether they were friends or foes, at least the soul scattering level, even Amu's heart couldn't help but suddenly tighten.

Not to mention that at this time, Amu's serious injury has not healed, and when it is in its heyday, he will never dare to make a move with the old monster of the Scattered Soul level. For a while, Amu couldn't help but feel that he was a little reckless when he visited Baicheng at night and went straight to the shop.

At this moment, the curtain of the back room was raised, and a woman in Tsing Yi was holding a tray with two plates of extremely delicate side dishes.

The woman in Tsing Yi was generous, went straight to Amu's table, put down the side dishes, said "Slow use of the guest officer", and retreated. This woman in Tsing Yi should be the fifth child in the mouth of the white-haired old man, elegant and beautiful.

But Amu looked at the woman in green clothes, but his pupils shrank. Amu's eyes are a little special, otherwise he wouldn't have seen the soul of Kuxinzi that day.

Now although this woman in Tsing Yi is a beautiful woman, in Amu's eyes, she is actually a plum blossom with a proud bone and a dark fragrance.

"Demon Clan!Plum Blossom Essence!" Amu said secretly in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly understood what the inexplicable aura emanating from the liquor outside the store was, it was an extremely rare demonic aura.

In the five major regions of the Sea Wilderness Divine Prefecture, the demon clan is all in the 100,000 mountains of the Eastern Chongling Mountains, and is under the jurisdiction of the Brahma Temple of the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Sea Wilderness.

On the northern wilderness, it is rare to see the demon clan walking. Unexpectedly, in this ghost town today, I actually met the plum blossom elf.

So what are white-haired old men and sloppy monks?