Chapter 463 Returning to Xianfang City
Over the desert, a flying fish boat quickly passed by and flew straight into the distance.
"Brother, why are you leaving so soon?"
Yang Mei pursed her lips and said in a puzzled way, "I haven't said goodbye to Sister Bian yet, and I don't know how she is doing."
Zhou Shu looked indifferent, "Her business is over, I still have things to do, so don't delay there."
"All right."
Yang Mei nodded, blinked and said, "But it's so strange. Just now that Gan Bainan rushed in aggressively, and left in a hurry within a quarter of an hour. What happened, brother, you still don't allow me to go and see."
Zhou Shu smiled slightly, but said nothing.
You don't need to look at it, you can think about it, Gan Bainan's arrival is also a coincidence, the messenger of Wushuang City who just came to pick up Bian Xue is still in the villa, what else can he do if he doesn't leave?
You must know that the emissary is not an ordinary black-clothed emissary, but a purple-clothed emissary, and Gan Bainan just hit the muzzle of the gun. If the envoy is not there, even if Gan Bainan can no longer force Bian Xue, he still has an opportunity to take advantage of it, and now it will be done once and for all, and there will be no more trouble.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Shuzi didn't need to stay any longer and left directly.
Yang Mei curled her lips, "Hmph, I don't have to say anything. I'll ask Elder Sister Bian myself."
She didn't ask any more questions. She never asked about things that Zhou Shu didn't talk about.
In a courtyard of Bianmo Villa.
A purple-clothed female cultivator calmly looked at Bian Xue, "Although the desert environment is suitable for your cultivation, it also has many limitations, which will appear after consolidating your pulse. If you want to make progress, you can go to Cihangzong after consolidating your pulse. Naturally, someone will accept you."
Bian Xueying bowed down, "Understood, thank you senior."
The figure and appearance of the purple-clothed female cultivator were very ordinary, just like the two black-clothed emissaries Zhou Shu had seen before, and she couldn't be recognized anywhere.
This is because when the envoys of Wushuang City go to complete the task, most of them will use the unique concealment formula of Wushuang City to completely hide their original body shape and appearance. true identity.
The female cultivator who guides Bian Xue seems to be a cultivator of the Cihang Sect, and she cherishes Bian Xue's talent.
The female cultivator nodded, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, never to be seen again.
Bian Xue was stunned for a while, then hurried out to Zhou Shu's residence.
She ran fast, with a wide smile on her face, as if she had never been happier.
It seems like a blessing from God, there was huge trouble the day before, restless day and night, but today it has completely changed, not only solved the troubles of Wanbao Building perfectly, but also passed the emissary's assessment, joined Wushuang City, and finally received Cihang Zong's invitation, it was from the six major sects. This continuous good deed made her unable to restrain her excitement any longer. Her originally fair face was covered with blush, which was a little gaudy.
She knew that this blessing was by no means a gift from God, it was brought to her by Zhou Shu.
She didn't know how to be grateful, maybe she couldn't be grateful at all, but now she just wanted to see Zhou Shu and share her joy with him.
"Miss, Senior Brother Shu has already left!"
Before he reached the door, Xiao Ling walked over quickly, with a lot of regret on his face.
"ah?"
Bian Xue was stunned, as if her heart had been pulled, "Going away?"
Xiao Ling nodded aggrievedly, "Well, as soon as Gan Bainan left, he left immediately. I couldn't stay no matter what, and I couldn't get in Miss's place, so I had to watch him go."
Bian Xue stood blankly for a long time, sighed softly, looked lonely, and turned around slowly to leave.
The Wushuang Order in her sleeve was pinched very tightly by her.
In the flying fish boat.
"Brother, where are we going now?"
"Go to Xianfang City."
"Great, I heard it's a big market, and now there's something good to eat!"
Yang Mei smacked her lips, her eyes sparkled with anticipation, she couldn't wait just hearing the name.
Ten days later, the flying fish boat stopped in front of a big mountain.
The mountain is as high as a thousand feet and has a radius of ten miles, but the whole mountain is bare, without a tree, and there is not much spiritual energy to be seen.
Yang Mei was a little stunned, looked at Zhou Shu and said, "Brother, did you go wrong? There are no people in this barren mountain, how could it be a square city?"
"It can't be wrong."
Zhou Shu shook his head slightly, only a little surprised in his heart, the location can't be wrong, but where is this square city?
It was also the first time for him to come here. He knew the location, but he didn't know what it looked like, so he was a little dazed for a while.
Just as he was wondering, a gap suddenly opened on the mountain wall, as if a door had been opened, and several cultivators flew out from the belly of the mountain talking and laughing, and the mountain wall quickly closed again, just like before.
When the cultivator passed by the two of them, he glanced at them for a while, didn't care, and left soon.
Yangmei exclaimed, "Wow, so it's inside the mountain!"
She shook her head, "But, how do I get in?"
Zhou Shu stretched out his spiritual sense to check carefully, trying to find gaps or mechanisms, but soon he discovered that the spiritual sense can surround the mountain, but it can't get close at all. As long as it gets close, it will be bounced back immediately. With an extremely powerful formation, detection is prohibited.
"Knock, knock?"
Saying that, Yangmei flew to the front of the mountain and knocked on the stone wall several times. Dong dong dong, although the sound was loud, there was no response.
Yang Mei flew back and complained, "No way, Fangshi opened its doors for business, so why wouldn't people come in? Brother...what should I do?"
At this time, a cultivator flew over from a distance and stopped when he saw the two of them.
Zhou Shu hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Senior brother, next week Shu, can you hold me back for a while?"
The cultivator was quite gentle, and he knew it at a glance, and said with a smile, "Hello Junior Brother Zhou, the two of you are wandering around the door, maybe this is your first time here?"
Zhou Shu nodded, "Senior brother is exactly what he said. We came to Guixianfang City for the first time. When we walked to the front of the mountain, we couldn't get in, so we asked senior brother for advice."
"Hehe, it's not surprising. Most people who come here for the first time are like this. Come with me."
The cultivator waved his hand and flew to the front of the mountain in a few steps.
He stared at the mountain wall and said slowly, "Guixian, open the door."
As soon as the words fell, the mountain wall suddenly opened, revealing a spacious passage.
Zhou Shu was a little stunned, so he can go in? He couldn't help thinking of a certain fairy tale, but unexpectedly saw the same thing here, the world of cultivating immortals is really full of wonders.
Yang Mei was also dumbfounded, this kind of thing is really strange, she couldn't figure it out.
"Hehe, with spiritual power like me, just say "Go to Immortal" and open the door, and then you can go in."
The cultivator turned back and smiled, "But be careful, the method of opening the door is only effective when the market is open. When the market is closed, no matter how much you shout, it is useless. If you can't get in, you can't get in. I don't want to use other methods to get in. This mountain wall is not a mortal thing, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would not be able to open it."
Zhou Shu saluted, "Thank you for your guidance, brother, I am very grateful."
"You're welcome, I'll go in first, you can try more, it's okay."
The cultivator bowed his hand to return the salute, flew into the door, and the passage was closed immediately, disappearing without a trace.