The only way

Chapter 409

The atmosphere on the tea table in this room gradually became harmonious, and there was inevitably a little laughter in the conversation.

On the other side, the short-bearded monk was twirling his neatly groomed short black beard, and added a few specious words at the end, watching the unpredictable expressions of everyone with satisfaction, and then held the A package of snacks wrapped in oil paper, like an ordinary mortal, got up and went downstairs.

Although Lingchu and the others laughed and chatted, they kept paying attention to the short-bearded monk from the corner of their eyes.

Seeing the short-bearded monk get up, the few people did not rush to follow immediately, but drank another cup of tea and chatted a few words, then got up unhurriedly, and also walked downstairs.

The White Crane Tower is very large, and its reputation in Linyuan City is not small, so there are naturally many guests who come and go on weekdays.

But a table of guests, a monk, can't attract the slightest attention at all.

It was like dripping water into the ocean, without splashing at all.

The short-bearded monk was not in a hurry, carrying the oiled paper bag, and walked slowly towards the outside of the White Crane Tower, greeting guests in the building from time to time on the way.

From the looks of it, this person is still a frequent visitor to the White Crane Tower.

Because of this, when the first few people went downstairs in twos and threes, the short-bearded monk who had already gone for a cup of tea had not yet stepped out of the gate of the White Crane Tower.

The five people in Lingchu were all separated, some were in front of the short-bearded monk, some were behind the short-bearded monk, and they walked casually.

Although Linyuan City is the closest city to Jianzhai's Shiwanda Mountain, there has always been Falling Demon City in front of it, and Linyuan City has never been attacked by many monsters, even though Falling Demon City is encountering a wave of beasts at this moment.

But the atmosphere in Linyuan City is quite peaceful.

At least, those mortals who do business on the street look relaxed.

They don't know the specific situation, they only know that there are monsters making trouble on the side of the Shiwan Dashan, but everyone knows that there is still the Demon Falling City, and the monsters are making trouble, so they can't make trouble in Linyuan City .

Besides, there are still many immortal masters in the city.

Ordinary people don't know very clearly, but they are full of confidence.

The few people in Lingchu had stayed in Luoyao City for a period of time, and later experienced the incident in Chaomu Town. For a while, listening to the cries of hawkers on the street in front of them, they looked at each one without knowing it. What I said was an innocent smiling face, and my heart was filled with mixed feelings.

In Falling Demon City, there were also people coming and going, but none of the people there could laugh out loud, and none of them could reveal a trace of relaxed expression.

In Chaomu Town, before being attacked, everyone's face was filled with fear and apprehension. No one knew what the future would hold. After being attacked by monsters, there were dead bodies everywhere, and desolation everywhere.

This kind of excitement and laughter formed a great contrast with Luoyao City and Chaomu Town.

Lingchu, who had just arrived in Linyuan City, was a little uncomfortable. When he came out of the White Crane Tower, he saw such a street again, and Lingchu was still a little uncomfortable.

Obviously, Mo Huai and others were not very adaptable.

However, no one showed any clues on their faces.

The short-bearded monk disappeared into the crowd, and walked leisurely on the street, with a relaxed expression and a lot of leisure, looking at the stalls on both sides of the street from time to time.

He will also chat with the mortals at the stall, with a gentle smile on the ordinary face, and he seems to be full of goodwill when facing mortals, how can he have the slightest appearance of instigating other monks to be hostile to mortals in the White Crane Tower just now? .

Lingchu stopped at a stall a stall away from the short-bearded monk. It was a stall selling purse knots, and the stall owner was a young mortal woman.

From the corner of Lingchu's eyes, he glanced at the short-bearded monk who was standing in front of a stall and chatting with ordinary people. His eyes swept over the stall in front of him, and he picked up a bright red net, "This is the peace knot." ?”

The stall owner glanced at the customers in front of him blankly, and thought it was pleasing to the eye, but after hearing Lingchu's question, he quickly came back to his senses, "Yes, this is the Ping An Knot. There are monsters making trouble, and many monks in our Linyuan City have gone to Demon Falling City, if the girl has any relatives and friends who also go to Demon Falling City, you might as well buy a safety knot for peace of mind."

That's a good reason.

Lingchu stroked the delicate peace knot in his hand, smiled, and said, "Many families in the city have people going to Luoyao City?"

"No, here in Linyuan City, most of the monks related to Shiwan Dashan lived here for a long time. Some went to Shiwan Dashan to hunt, and some traded. They relied on Jianzhai and Shiwan Dashan. From generation to generation, monks and mortals are all mixed together, and every family in the city is more or less related to monks, otherwise, how can they survive?" The young woman is obviously a lively and talkative person. , It sounds clear and logical.

Lingchu smiled lightly, "Then this peace knot is appropriate for the occasion."

"That's natural. I have an uncle in my family who also went to Demon Falling City. He said it was not for other people, but for our family to be safe." The young woman thought of her uncle, her eyes dimmed slightly, she did not The spiritual root is destined to be a mortal for the rest of his life, even if he wants to protect his family, he can't do anything.

From the corner of his eye, the short-bearded monk had finished chatting and was about to leave.

Just as Lingchu was about to let go of the peace knot, he heard the young woman sigh softly, "I don't know how many lives were used to exchange for the prosperous scene in front of me."

With a slight pause in his hands, Lingchu suddenly smiled and said, "How much is this peace knot?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, did I talk too much? This peace knot is not expensive, just three Lingzhu." The young woman smiled and said.

Lingzhu is made of scattered spirit stones with impure spiritual power but with a little spiritual power, and it is also shaped into a thin coin.

It is also the property that mortals often trade in these cultivation worlds. After all, most of the money in the secular world is cast by the secular dynasties. They are different, have no unity, and are not beneficial to monks.

Therefore, in the cities of the cultivation world, mortals mostly use Lingzhu to trade.

Handing the young woman three Lingzhu, Lingchu put away the peace knot in his hand.

The short-bearded monk gradually moved away from Baihe Street and turned into one street after another.

Perhaps it was close to the house, so the streets and alleys became less and less crowded and quieter.

The few people in Lingchu could only follow farther away.

When the short-bearded monk walked into a remote alley, the few people who were separated by a little distance suddenly accelerated their speed.

The wind blows, and the sword is unsheathed.

Thunder, move the heavens.

The bell rang, and the sound was melodious.

Almost at the same time, several attacks arrived.

　How can the years be quiet and good, it's just that someone is moving forward with a heavy burden.Alas, I recently watched those things about Ah San on the border, and I was really sad, angry, every inch of the mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, clear love, dedicated to the motherland, those lost lives, some of them were post-00s, sighed, feeling what to say They are all a little pale, I only wish the motherland is safe, and the dead are alive.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)