The breeze blows, there are willows and willows, spring rain continues, fluttering on the face, gently and softly, such as the palm of a twenty-eight girl, warm, moist, soft, with a fragrant fragrance, making people feel light and fluttering.

Under the nourishment of this spring rain, the green trees spit out buds, and the barren mountains are dyed green, which is full of the meaning of life, as if it has been dormant in winter and finally reborn.

Reborn is not only the plants that have been revived in the spring breeze, but also the Faxiang Zongfang City!

A catastrophe a hundred years ago, this famous Fang market in Qinzhou's immortal cultivation world was almost destroyed, groaning in the war, miserable in the ruins, empty, the nest of rats and ants, and no longer the prosperous place where immortal cultivators gathered.

Now, with the end of the hundred-year closure of the Faxiangzong, due to the return of the Qinzhou monks scattered in all directions, coupled with several years of recuperation, the Faxiangzong Fang City has somewhat recovered a little bit of its former prosperity.

Walking on the street, there is an endless stream of immortal cultivators, you can see them everywhere, there are young chicks who are jerky and nervous, and they have just entered the world of cultivating immortals; there are wanderers who have returned to Qinzhou with a look of amazement, and even more, but they are monks from all walks of life who have a clear purpose and have something to do.

They are moving towards their destination on their own, and those who are shy of their pockets tend to wander around the stalls, perhaps to pick up a slack and buy some bargains, while those with deep pockets stride directly into one of the busiest streets of the city.

This street is where the major shops are concentrated, and it is also the first place in the city of Faxiang Zongfang to resume the weather.

Duobao Pavilion, one of the six major trading houses in the mainland of Kyushu, has a branch in Sofang City.

......, "Uncle Shi, who is that kid above?"

In the Duobao Pavilion, a young man who was quite handsome, but looked a little obscene, was talking with resentment.

In front of this young man, there stood an old man in a black robe with a gloomy aura around him.

Ever since the young man was driven down from the second floor by Xiang Ming along with the old man, he had been chattering indignantly. Thinking that he was an elite monk of the younger generation of Duobao Pavilion who had just come out of the trial hall of the main store, but he was so despised, if it weren't for Xiang Ming's identity as the person in charge, and he was valued by the ancestors, I am afraid that he would not have forbeared, and he would have had a seizure in front of him.

"Boy, that's your name too?"

The old man, who had been ignoring what the young man said, suddenly stopped and shouted coldly.

The young man was stunned for a moment, he didn't know where he said wrong, and it felt a little weird, because even if he shouted and asked, the old man in the black robe still subconsciously lowered his voice, which was very different from his usual arrogance.

"Shu Thirteen, if you still want to live a long time, don't let the old man hear you talk like this again, you know, some people don't say it's you, even the old man I can't afford to mess with. ”

"Remember?"

Under the cold gaze of the black-robed old man, the young man known as Shu Thirteen hurriedly bowed his body and did not dare to slack off.

However, while bowing his head, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he didn't dare to show it.

This black-robed old man is the new Sect Master of the Jiedan in the past hundred years, and he is also the number one master of the Duobao Pavilion in the Faxiang Sect Fang City, he can be said to be his top boss, how dare he offend?

What he didn't know was that his resentful gaze had never escaped the eyes of the black-robed old man, and in exchange for it, he just pouted his lips with disdain.

"It turned out to be him, it turned out to be him!"

After the black-robed old man finished teaching Shu Thirteen, somehow, he seemed to feel a chill for no reason, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the depths of his heart, or the cold wind through the hall, he only felt uncomfortable.

Walked to the table and sat down, picked up the fragrant tea and tasted it tastelessly, the hand holding the tea cup was trembling slightly, shaking out a lot of tea, wetting the placket, but he didn't realize it.

"Uncle Shi, Xiang Ming is too arrogant, he still doesn't know where to go in the past hundred years? As soon as he comes back, he will become the head again, he is not grateful, and he is still so arrogant, Uncle Shi, do you want us to ......?"

I don't need to say anything more about it, it's just a complaint to the top, a stumbling block in secret, and so on.

As soon as Shu Shisan thought of the Xuanyi monk going upstairs and Xiang Ming's fly-like action, the fire in his heart came out slowly.

"Uncle, why should we listen to his instructions? Even if we don't leave, what can he do to us?"

This is also what Shu Shisan doesn't understand the most, the old man in the black robe is a dignified sect master, why should he obey Xiang Mingyan's words, and he doesn't even dare to let a fart go?

As soon as he finished asking, he saw the old man in the black robe looking at him with a ghostly gaze, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"What can we do?"

"Don't you come down, are you looking for death?"

The black-robed old man's heart was trembling, you know, this is not the first time he has been stationed in Faxiangzong Fang City, a hundred years ago, when Xiang Ming was in charge of the Faxiangzong Duobao Pavilion branch, he was already the head of the guards here.

remembers that back then, he also argued with Xiang Ming because he took too much care of Zhang Fan.

Looking back now, this is simply an absurd and terrifying thing, but who can know that the junior in the Qi refining period in the past, after a hundred years, will be the real person of the Faxiang Sect and the owner of the Demon Emperor Faxiang?

After a long time, the old man in the black robe seemed to be relieved, and admonished: "Shu Thirteen, don't say that the old man I didn't tell you, the ...... above"

"His name is Zhang Fan!"

Shu Shisan looked at the black-robed old man blankly, I don't know why he said this person's name so solemnly, is he very famous?

"Dao number: Donghua Zhenren!"

The old man in the black robe did not pause, and the last few words, completely one by one, burst out of his mouth, and the solemn meaning was self-evident.

"Donghua real person?!"

With a "brush", Shu Shisan's face turned white in an instant.

Zhang Fan's name, he may not have much impression, but the name of the new generation of Yuanying master of Faxiangzong, Donghua Zhenren, is like thunder.

For a while, Shu Shisan was stunned on the spot, unable to say a word, passing through the hall, only feeling cold on his body, I don't know when, cold sweat wet his underwear, sticky to his body.

After the black-robed old man pointed out Zhang Fan's identity, he was silent, and poured the tea that had already been cold in one sip, he did this, some for Shu Shisan, and some for fear that the young man would not know the severity and affect him, and no one would know.

...... "Hahaha~ Brother Zhang, this time the elder brother has entrusted you with your blessing." ”

Xiang Ming, who became the head of Duobao Pavilion again, was dressed in gorgeous clothes at this time, and with his rich figure, he really had a bit of a rich taste.

"Oh, what do you mean by Brother Xiang?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, picked up the fragrant tea and took a sip.

"Hey, hey, hey, a guard leader from the main hall, now that I see my brother, I don't even dare to let out a fart, let alone point fingers, isn't this a blessing to my brother?"

As soon as Xiang Ming thought of the black-robed old man's sincere and terrified appearance, his heart felt a pang of refreshment.

"By the way, Brother Xiang, how is the news I asked you to inquire about?

Zhang Fan's expression suddenly perked up and asked.

"The whereabouts of Xingchen Jin, my brother has found out, but it's just ......"

Xiang Ming hesitated for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's not so easy to find." ”

Hearing that Xingchen Jin had a whereabouts, Zhang Fan suddenly showed a touch of joy between his eyebrows, as for whether it was good or not, it was not in his eyes.

How many good things in this world are easy? As long as there is news, it is good not to be like a fly without a head.

"It's okay, Brother Xiang, you say. ”

Regarding the matter of Xingchen Jin, as early as Xiang Ming returned to the Duobao Pavilion, Zhang Fan had already asked him for help, which was nothing more than using the channel of the Duobao Pavilion to inquire about some news about the Xingchen Gold and where it had appeared.

"The old ancestor has heard of your deeds, Brother Zhang, and knows that you and Uncle Shu applauded, so I fully supported Brother I used all the resources of Duobao Pavilion, and only then did I find out a little clue. ”

The ancestor in Xiang Ming's mouth is naturally Shu Tuntian's brother, the shape-shifting demon sea rat.

"In the end, all the clues point to one place - Zifu Prefecture!"

Xiang Ming's answer in the end made Zhang Fan stunned.

Even if he said that he was from the Spirit Immortal Realm, Zhang Fan would not be too surprised, but it turned out to be Zifu Prefecture, which was too unexpected for him.

Zifuzhou is an island in the immeasurable sea in ancient times. Although it is an island, its scope is higher than that of today's mainland Kyushu.

The continent is full of spiritual energy, rich in minerals, there are many spiritual extracts, and powerful monsters are everywhere, and people who are not powerful cannot enter.

In the past, it was said that Zhang Fan obtained the book that recorded the immeasurable secret of the soul and the true understanding of the Great Saying, which was called the "Purple Mansion Heavenly Book", which was stitched together with the eyelids of the unique demon beast Thousand Eyes Demon in Zifu Prefecture.

It is precisely because of this thing that Zhang Fan has a little impression of Zifu Prefecture, otherwise no matter how mysterious it is, after all, it is an island that has sunk in ancient times, what does it have to do with him?

"In other words, Xingchen Gold is from Zifu Prefecture, and now it is impossible to think of it?"

After Zhang Fan was stunned, he slowly regained his composure, and said with a slight frown.

After all, in today's immortal cultivation world, even the specific location of Zifu Prefecture back then, I'm afraid no one knows, let alone Xingchen Jin.

"Not necessarily!"

Xiang Ming shook his head, lowered his voice and said, "Xiang inadvertently found a clue, in our Qinzhou, there is a person who has something vaguely related to the Zifu Prefecture back then. ”

"Who?"

"Eternal Night, Star Fairy!"

"It's her!"

In Zhang Fan's mind, the image of a woman strolling through the forest with starlight as her companion suddenly appeared.

It is one of the three major scattered cultivators in Qinzhou, the eternal night star.

A few days ago, on the battlefield of White Bone City, when he cast thirty-three star gold, he was seen by Feng Jiuling, so did he also find anything in the eternal night Xinglan?

Zhang Fan thought about it, but it was a blur, the Xinglan Fairy at that time was just a speck of dust on the big scene, he had no impression of whether he had done anything or not, whether he had paid attention to this matter.

"Brother Xiang, are you sure it's her?"

(To be continued)