Chapter 712 Duanmu City
It is said that the heads of the five monk cities on Wucheng Island used to have some connections with each other, but as time went by, a lot of dissatisfaction gradually developed, and there was a lot of nastiness both openly and secretly.
But this is normal. Don’t the immortal cultivating sects in Jiuzhou Continent still fight overtly and secretly? Otherwise, how could the Blood Demon Sect easily conquer the seven immortal sects? Wucheng Island is such a large area, and everyone wants to occupy as much territory as possible, so fights are inevitable.
But these have nothing to do with Qingyang. He is just passing by, taking a rest, and getting some useful information before leaving. Why are you worrying so much?
After that, everyone didn't talk anymore, but focused on rushing. Because Duanmuzhong was seriously injured, the four of them stopped to rest for two or three hours at night, and then continued on their way until noon the next day when they arrived at their location. Talking about Duanmu City.
The size of Duanmu City is similar to that of Yuling City in the Kyushu Continent, but the number of monks inside is much smaller. It is not as prosperous as Yuling City. It seems to be a bit deserted. I don’t know if it is because of the number of monks on Wucheng Island. Less, or because Duanmucheng's strength is low.
Qingyang followed Duanmu Fei and his sister into Duanmu City, and then all the way to the City Lord's Mansion. As soon as he entered the mansion, he was greeted by an old third-level foundation-building monk. According to Duanmu Fei's introduction, this old man is the housekeeper of the Duanmu family and their grandfather's personal guard Duan Moutong. He is also the only foundation-building monk in the Duanmu family except grandfather. If his grandfather had not been injured, he would not have been able to take care of Moutong. , this time there is no need for their siblings to take risks themselves.
Seeing Duan Mufei and his brother from a distance, Duan Mutong said: "Miss, Young Master, you are finally back. If Young Master Nangong hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known that you were going to hunt the Qingyi Fox. You guys have to do this." Why didn’t you tell me? What if something happened?”
Duanmu Fei smiled and said, "Grandpa Tong is too worried. Aren't we back safely? Grandpa can't live without you. Linlin and I have grown up, and it's time to do something for this family."
"Then you shouldn't hide it from me. You and the young master are the only relatives of the old man, so there can't be any mistakes. If you tell me about this, I can at least arrange a few more helpers for you just in case. One." Na Duan Mouton said.
"Won't do it next time." After Duanmu Fei finished speaking, he pointed to Qingyang next to him and introduced, "Grandpa Tong, this is senior Qingyang. Because the spirit ship was attacked by monsters, he lived on our Wucheng Island. This We were able to come back alive this time, thanks to Senior Qingyang’s rescue.”
Duanmu Tong had long noticed Qingyang, who was in the foundation establishment. When he heard Duanmu Fei's introduction, he quickly saluted and said, "It turns out to be fellow Taoist Qingyang. Thank you fellow Taoist for your great kindness to me, Duanmu City."
"It's just a little effort, fellow Taoist, there's no need to be polite." Qingyang said casually.
After some greetings, Duan Mouton said: "Miss, young master, the old master already knows about your affairs. He asked you to see him immediately after you come back. You can come with me now. Fellow Taoist Qingyang has worked hard all the way. I I’ll arrange for you to stay in the mansion first, and we’ll talk about it later.”
The guests did as they pleased, Qingyang knew that they had a lot to do at this time, so he nodded and followed a servant assigned by Duan Moutong to the guest room of the City Lord's Mansion.
There are no golden elixir monks on Wucheng Island. Foundation-building monks like Qingyang are the most distinguished guests to Duanmu City. Not to mention that he has saved the lives of the Duanmu brothers and sisters. The Duanmu family has arranged the best guest room in the house for him. It is a huge courtyard with carved beams and painted buildings and an elegant environment. The entire courtyard is not only rich in aura, but also equipped with all kinds of monks' utensils. It is a rare and good place for cultivation, even better than the cave Qingyang used to have in Qingfeng Hall.
Ever since he left Ziyan City, Qingyang had lived in a small, miserable guest room like that on a spiritual ship, or slept in the wilderness, or stayed in a drunken fairy gourd, especially in the last half of the year, sleeping in the open air, all the way. It has been seven years since he was always on guard against the sudden attack of monsters. His deep-seated fatigue was indescribable. Finally, he could take a good rest. Qingyang immediately settled in this courtyard.
In the next two days, no one from the Duanmu family came to disturb Qingyang again. It was not until the morning of the third day that Duanmu Tong came to the yard. When he saw Qingyang, Duanmu Tong said: "The distinguished guest is here. It is our Duanmu family's responsibility to entertain him well." It's just that my grandpa is still injured and can't come to see him in person, so I can only ask fellow Taoists to come and talk to me."
After Qingyang learned about the situation of Duanmu's family, he didn't say anything more. Instead, he tidied up and followed Duanmu Tong out of the yard. The two of them walked through the house and quickly came to a quiet small yard behind the city lord's palace. Then Duanmu Tong led Qingyang straight into the main hall of the small courtyard.
On a chair in the main hall, half sitting and half lying, there was an old man with white hair and beard. He looked haggard and looked like he had not recovered from a serious illness. At first glance, the old man's cultivation seemed to be in the foundation building stage, but upon closer inspection, But he couldn't tell how many layers it was, which was quite strange. He didn't know what kind of injury he suffered to show such a weird behavior.
On both sides of the old man stood the siblings Duan Mu Fei and Duan Mulin respectively. So no need to ask, the old man on the chair should be their grandfather, Duan Mu Song, the head of the Duanmu family.
Seeing Qingyang come in, Duanmu Song stood up from the chair with the support of Duan Mufei and his sister, took a breath and said: "Fellow Taoist Qingyang is here, I am not able to welcome you from far away, I apologize."
"You're welcome, fellow Taoist Duanmu Song," Qingyang said.
The two sides reminisced about the past. Duanmu Song gave Qingyang a seat, served him tea, and thanked Qingyang for saving his life. Then he said, "I heard from Fei'er that you were going to Zhongsha District, but your spirit ship was attacked by monsters, so you were stranded on our Wucheng Island?"
Qingyang nodded and said, "That's right. I just arrived at your island and don't know the exact location. How can I get to Zhongsha District, so I want to find someone to ask about the route."
After listening to Qingyang, Duanmu Song smiled and said, "You have come to the right place. Wucheng Island is located in a wild place, and the immortal way is not popular. There are really few cultivators on the island who know Zhongsha District. But I have been out for more than ten years when I was young, and I have heard a little about this."
"I would like to hear more details." Qingyang said.
Duanmu Song said: "The Zhongsha area is hundreds of thousands of miles in radius, and consists of more than 2,000 islands of various sizes. No one knows the exact number and range. The control center of the entire Zhongsha area is Qingyan Island, the largest island in the center. It is at least 100,000 miles away from my Wucheng Island. There are no spiritual ships passing by nearby. It is very difficult for Daoist friends to go there."