This witch, please stay

Chapter 13 Dreamland
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Looking at the wisp of smoke that hadn't completely dissipated again, Xun Ming nodded slightly, basically confirming that the kid should be a member of the Misty Sect, but whether he is the young lord Jiang Sinan is another matter. .

He looked at the restaurant in the distance again, and after thinking about it, he decided not to meet that Xia Fanling.

One is because revealing one's identity is likely to cause a lot of trouble, and trouble is one of the things Xun Ming hates the most.

The second is that so far, the fate of Xia Fanling who has met him "officially" has not been very good.

Although there is only one.

One thing more is worse than one thing less, so after a silver light flashed, the ranger in white on the stage also disappeared.

The people above and below the stage saw a thunderclap, while the two people on the backstage suddenly disappeared in place without leaving a trace, as if they had never appeared before.

The entire arena fell into dead silence in an instant.

Upstairs was racking his brains to figure out how to recruit a "good son-in-law" without forming a relationship with another "big Buddha". When he turned his head amidst the thunder, he saw the two figures in white clothes all of a sudden. It just disappears.

After a short period of astonishment, the old general fell into a daze, and he didn't recover for a long time.

How about two people so old?Where is the old man's son-in-law? !
After a while of dead silence, the crowd in the audience began to whisper.

"Damn it, did God take away those two bastards?"

"Wouldn't it be better to take it away, Miss Chen is mine hahaha!"

"Hehe, with your dirty look, my dog ​​can't eat for three days after seeing it."

"Damn you, are you looking for a cut?!"

……

Soon, those whispers turned into noise like a bustling city, discussions, scolding, and quarreling... It was like a pot of boiled grain porridge, tumbling among the crowd in the audience.

Feeling lost, the old general seemed to have aged a few years all of a sudden, leaning on the railing to look at the crooked and cracked rough men under the observation platform, and fell into a burst of sadness again.

Why is it that those young men who are a little bit good looking don't fucking practice martial arts anymore...

Looking at the white-haired old Jindan who was in a mess because of the disappearance of the two young monks, he didn't stay any longer. Although those mortals couldn't see it, it didn't mean he couldn't see it. Can draw a silvery white sword light.

Outlined by that silver sword light is a slanted moon with half a round missing.

Oblique Moon Sect disciple!
"The current Dazong disciples really don't make people worry..."

Xia Fanling also didn't blame the other party for clearly seeing him, why didn't he come to see him, after all, if he cared too much about those things, he wouldn't be able to reach Jindan.

After drinking the mortal wine in the cup in one gulp, the figure of the golden core monk with gray temples slowly disappeared into the restaurant, leaving only a small piece of broken silver quietly lying on the wooden table.

As a superintendent, he doesn't have much time to waste in the restaurant.

And as for the messy martial arts competition, he didn't have much idea of ​​remedial action. In this case, the more he managed, the more chaotic he would be, so he might as well just let it go.

……

At this time, one of the masters, the ranger in white, was walking leisurely three or four streets away, holding a "Wu Erlang sesame cake" in his hand, eating with relish.

Generally speaking, when a monk has entered the three realms of the Xuan Dao, he can live without food to a certain extent, and he only needs to take some pills for bigu without worrying about food.

And when the fairy gate is opened and one enters the realm of the fairy realm, one can completely open the valley, and no longer touch the smoke in the world.

After eating the biscuits, Xun Ming, who still felt unsatisfied, turned his left hand, squeezed out a blue elixir from the storage ring, threw it into his mouth, and started chewing.

Feeling the sweet and fruity taste coming from his mouth, and secretly admiring the fourth uncle's alchemy skills, Xun Ming began to think about the next direction:

Since he had already been seen by the steward of the Xian family, he was too embarrassed to do too much in the city, such as "going" to brothels, demolishing private houses and so on, he was probably not very capable.

Moreover, as long as two little monks go to other people's homes to compete in martial arts and recruit relatives, they can take care of such "small things".

From this, it can be deduced that there should not be many evil spirits left for him to take advantage of in that city.

After roughly sketching out the territory map of the "Changsong Kingdom" in his mind, Xun Ming couldn't help but sigh, the route is too far away...

The destination of his trip is not just those remote small countries in the south, but the fairy front at the southernmost tip of the fairyland - "Haitianguan"!
Of course he didn't let the elders in his master's school know about this, otherwise, not to mention those masters and uncles, they would immediately come to Yujian to beat him up and tie him back to the oblique moon sect. The cheap master who has no roots should follow behind those masters and uncles, and began to think that it would be more appropriate to break his legs.

There is a real battlefield.

Anyone can die there, no one will care whether you are the young master of the Great Immortal Sect or a direct disciple of a Great Sword Immortal in the Freedom Realm, and the hostile Yaozu will not show mercy because of this.

Every favored son of heaven in Xianjiang has a clearly marked price on the Yaozu side!
Although he, Xun Mingcai, is only a "half-step golden elixir" and rarely shows up in front of people, his status as the young suzerain of the oblique moon sect and a natural sword embryo also makes him rank extremely high on a certain list.

As long as he dares to show up on the battlefield and be recognized, he will basically be a bag of fairy coins that can move around.

Of course, Xun Ming is not those second-generation ancestors whose brains grow in the lower abdomen, and he knows that this trip is extremely dangerous, but he still can't let go of the dream that was so real that it seemed to happen to him.

In that dream, a blood-stained woman in white clothes fell into his arms, and there seemed to be a thousand words too late to say in her ice-blue eyes that quickly dimmed.Surrounding them, there are circles of monster beasts like a tide, but there is a circular gap left around them, as if they dare not go forward.

Whenever he wanted to concentrate on seeing the woman's blurred face as if covered with a veil, he would suddenly wake up in a burst of sadness that pierced his heart and soul.

No matter whether he is a newcomer to body training or a half-step golden elixir, as long as he falls asleep, he will definitely enter that dream.

The same ten years.

And when he first opened up the seventh cave, the vague sense of calling suddenly became strong in his heart, as if it was going to pull him to fly to the south.

Spend the night in the city, and set off early tomorrow morning to head south, and then take the Xianjia ferry in the southern border of Changsong Kingdom to continue heading south.

Then kill enough banshees as soon as possible, unlock the seal of the accompanying sword, and then form a golden core before reaching Haitian Pass, so that there can be more assurance of survival there.

After roughly determining the target for the next period of time, the ranger in white looked up at the blue sky with a few white clouds floating like puppies, took a few deep breaths, and then turned into an ordinary inn by the roadside among.

The road ahead is long~
(End of this chapter)