Chapter 870 Yi Tianting

Although Penglai Island is good, the price is really expensive.

As long as a person lands on the island, he will get fifty top-grade spirit stones. No wonder most of the time, only monks can come.

As for the Penglai Haihui mentioned by the blue-clothed cultivator, Zhou Shu had heard about it a long time ago. It may be said that it was a real auction event in the world of cultivating immortals. It was a grand event unmatched by any merchant in Dongsheng Prefecture. Many great monks from all continents All gathered here, revealing countless unheard of treasures, which shocked and intoxicated every cultivator who came.

Every time Penglai Island goes to a sea area, there will be three Penglai Sea Fairs. I missed the first two, but happened to meet this one, so of course I can't miss it again.

Not long after, under the guidance of the cultivator, Zhou Shu took Lin Zhu into a residence in the mountains.

Compared to the price of fifty top-grade spirit stones, this residence is too simple and rudimentary. It has nothing but rich aura, not to mention decorations, and there is not even a futon. However, people who come to Penglai Island probably don't care about this.

Zhou Shu settled Lin Zhu and looked around. He was quite curious about Penglai Island.

There was a lot of noise from the foot of the mountain, all of which were bargaining sounds. Although the Haihui hadn't started yet, the free market on Penglai Island was always open. There were many immortal cultivators buying and selling in it every day throughout the year.

The free market here is very strange. Even big merchants, like Sanxiu, have only one small stall. This makes many big merchants dissatisfied, but they can only abide by it. Not only that, but it is said in the world of cultivating immortals that the free market in Penglai may be the most suitable place to find treasures. It happens from time to time to buy treasures with a few spirit stones. There are more rubbish things.

Coming here, everyone has to go shopping, Zhou Shu is no exception, but now is not the time, we have to wait until Lin Zhu has nothing to do.

Zhou Shu sat down, thinking about things, while letting his soul enter Wushuang City.

During the years when Zing Fu was in Lingyu City, he often went to Wushuang City to do some tasks, and occasionally chatted with Bian Xue, asked about Yangmei's situation in Cihangzong, and went to Shuren Lane from time to time. In a word, the B-level Treant Alley is not too difficult for him. If he doesn't care about the consumption of soul fluid and has a strong will, he can get rid of it very quickly.

In Wushuang City, besides Shuren Lane, there are other places to exercise the soul. At this time, Zhou Shu stopped in front of a courtyard.

This courtyard is called Yitian Pavilion. According to the city lord, what is trained here is not the strength of the soul, but the judgment and control of the soul. This is Zhou Shu's strength. He has always been very confident in these aspects. He wanted to try his hand, but unfortunately, he had never been in.

Because the gate of Yitian Pavilion has never been opened.

Speaking of which, he has been here many times in the past four years, but he has never seen anyone, not even the management, which makes him a little disappointed.

But this time it was different, the courtyard door was actually open.

He was overjoyed and walked over immediately.

But as soon as he reached the door, before he had time to take a look at it, an inexplicable force suddenly came and pushed him out, and then the door closed again.

Zhou Shu's expression froze, feeling a little depressed, and he couldn't help saying, "On and off, why?"

After shouting a few times, the courtyard was still silent.

"Stop shouting."

A huge black figure suddenly appeared and stopped beside Zhou Shu, "It's useless to shout, she won't talk to you."

Zhou Shu looked at the city lord, "City lord, since there is Yitian Pavilion in Wushuang City, why don't you let it in?"

The city lord spread his hands, "It's only temporary, it will be fine in a few days, and you will come again when the time comes."

Zhou Shu shook his head slightly, and pointed to the gate of Yitian Pavilion, "It's been more than four years."

The black shadow of the city lord opened a big mouth, as if grinning, "Hey, it's only four years, so what about four thousand years, don't worry too much, your lifespan is very long."

"Four thousand years is too long, just seize the day and night."

Zhou Shu turned around and left without saying anything more. It was meaningless to stay. The management of Yitianting was probably also the protector of Wushuang City. If he couldn't afford it, he had to wait.

"Seize the day? Hehe, no wonder you improve every time you come..."

The city lord looked at Zhou Shu's back and shook his head. The black shadow slipped into the ground and appeared in the Yitian Pavilion in the blink of an eye.

There are two phantoms standing in the pavilion, one is a woman and the other is Xuanhu.

The city lord took a few steps closer and sighed, "Qingque, it's been four years, you should let it go, it's actually just a weapon spirit, and it's quite fulfilling to have survived a catastrophe for you, don't worry about it, let alone get entangled, Immortal cultivators have too many obsessions, which is really not a good thing."

That woman is Qingque, one of the four protectors of Wushuang City.

A few years ago, when she was crossing the second catastrophe overseas, she almost failed and died, but at the most critical moment, her magic weapon stepped forward and helped her block the most powerful thunder of catastrophe, but the magic weapon Qi Ling also died because of this.

Although she survived the catastrophe safely and raised her realm to a higher level, the loss of the magic weapon, the spirit, was a great blow to her, and she can't forget it to this day. Because of this, she has never wanted to manage Yitianting and let herself be free. .

"It's just a weapon spirit? That's my companion for thousands of years. If you say that again, I will turn my face off."

She glanced at the city lord, and said with some dissatisfaction, "What's more, is four years a long time? Your obsession, Mu City lord, has been almost 20,000 years. Have you let it go?"

The city lord was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Haha, I'm different from you. First, I'm not a cultivator, and second, I'm not obsessive. That's what I have to do."

"If you say it's not, then it's not. I'm too lazy to bother."

Qingque turned her head and said calmly, "Don't rush me, I will open when I am in a good mood, and it is not uncommon for Yitian Pavilion to open in the past four years, like just now, at least five times. "

Xuanhu shook his head, and said with a smile, "Hehe, this old man has to say something fair, Qingque, it's not a big deal not to let others in."

"I say let it go."

Qing Que stared at Xuanhu and wondered, "You are very strange. I don't usually see you questioning, but today you are all talking..." She moved slightly in her heart, "Is it because of the black-clothed messenger No. 37 just now?" , he is the person you are optimistic about, the city lord?"

The city lord and Xuanhu glanced at each other, smiled at each other, Xuanhu nodded, "Qingque, you are still sharp, you can see it well, that is the seed that the city lord wants to cultivate, and it has grown very well, the old man also thinks He's very promising."

"No wonder so."

Qing Que seemed to be thinking, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Look at your face, next time I see him, I'll let him in and try it out. By the way, that number 37 sounds familiar... ..."

"How could it be familiar? Where have you been to Dongsheng Prefecture?"

The city lord shook his head and sighed, "Oh, you have too many obsessions, and you are a little bit possessed."

"Go away."