Longevity begins with Yu Yao

"This..." Lu Xiaoyan's eyes were red and she lowered her head and said nothing: "I will buy it in the future."

Cheng Yuan shook his head slightly. Ordinary transmission notes were not expensive, but the transmission notes leading to two realms were of extraordinary quality and cost at least tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Nowadays, Lu Xiaoyan is penniless, and I don't know how she managed to collect so many spiritual stones in a period of time.

"Little Fairy Lu, for the sake of both you and me being from the Xianqi Sect, I will rent you a place in the city so that you will not have nowhere to go. You will have to fend for yourself for the rest and rely on your abilities to live in Zhongzhou. Establish a foothold, what do you think?”

Lu Xiaoyan looked up when she heard this. She was very dissatisfied, but seeing the impatience in Cheng Yuan's eyes, she could only nod her head: "Thank you, Fairy Cheng."

Soon, Cheng Yan rented a courtyard in the city, paid a month's worth of spiritual stones, and said goodbye to Lu Xiaoyan.

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"There are still many vacancies in that courtyard." Xun Yan said.

Cheng Yuan smiled: "I know, but I think you definitely don't want to live with Lu Xiaoyan."

Xun Yan nodded: "If you hadn't stopped me, I would have taken action just now."

Lu Xiaoyan was probably the type who was overly pampered by her family. She was just picky about the courtyard. She disliked this and that, and wanted to buy this and that. Every word she said made Xun Yan's fist itch.

Fortunately, Cheng Yan didn't spoil her, rented a nice-looking courtyard at random, and left without saying a word.

"Okay, just do a good deed that day, and we won't mention her anymore. If she can't recognize reality anymore, she will be beaten by reality sooner or later. I just hope that this girl of the same age can live longer."

Their childhoods were unfortunate, at least Lu Xiaoyan seemed to have grown up with pampering.

The city of Zhongzhou is divided into east, west, south, and north-west, which are the territories of human cultivators, demon cultivators, demon cultivators, and meditators respectively. This is extremely incredible in the eyes of other cities.

But in the early years, the Central Loose Cultivator Alliance was a mixed bag, and any force was entrenched here. Only those with strength could occupy a stronghold.Even if it later became a city, this pattern was still retained.

However, due to the turmoil among the demon clan, the demon cultivators in West City were killed and expelled, and now their territory has been divided among the other three places.

Cheng and Yuan were in the west city at this time. Everywhere they looked was a mess, and all kinds of blood had long since dried up.

It is said to be occupied, but the stalls on the street have not been reopened, and the roads are deserted and deserted.

Cheng Yan met an old woman carrying a basket and quickly stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me -"

The old woman waved her hands repeatedly: "It's getting dark soon, so don't stay here. The demon clan here has so much resentment. Once it gets dark, they will come out for revenge!"

Cheng Yan was surprised: "Full of resentment, revenge?"

They are cultivators of immortality, how can they still believe this?

Cheng Yuan wanted to ask again, but the old woman's eyes were full of fear: "Don't ask, don't ask, it will be too late."

As she spoke, the old woman pushed Cheng Yuan away, sped up her feet, and disappeared in a flash.

"Seeing that her cultivation level is at least in the late stage of foundation building, but she is so afraid of Xicheng, it seems that this place is really not simple." Xun Yan turned around and found that there were fewer and fewer monks on the street, and most of them were like The old woman just now hurried away in a hurry.

But there is not a single person in Xicheng.

Some golden elixir monks like Cheng Yuan and Xun Yan didn't look afraid at all.

"Hey, it's just some evil remnants causing trouble. Let me catch them all today." The old man in a golden robe snorted coldly and walked into the tavern on the side of the street.

Cheng Yuan and Xun Yan walked along the street and entered the last inn at the end of the street.

This inn has a very nice name: Yanxiagui

The decoration in the inn is very elegant, with bamboo patterns everywhere, and a faint bamboo fragrance fills the air.The tables and chairs inside were also very neat, as if the shopkeeper had left before the accident.In the lobby of the inn, a man with a heavy sword on his back sat with his back to them. There was wine on the table, and he was drinking by himself, feeling very unhappy.

The two of them did not bother him, but came to the counter.

"Bamboo sake, clear bamboo wine, clear bamboo wine..."

Cheng Yuan reached out and took out an unopened jar of wine from the counter. As soon as he opened it, he smelled a faint fragrance of bamboo, but the smell in this shop was the same, very good.

Xun Yan took a big sip without hesitation. The next moment, his whole face turned red, followed by a violent cough.

"Are you okay?" Cheng Yan checked and found that the wine was not poisonous.

"Hahaha, it's better not to drink strong alcohol, young man." The monk carrying the heavy sword laughed loudly.

"Is this wine very strong?" Cheng Yuan took a drop of it and felt as if the tip of her tongue had been touched by flames. It was so hot that she couldn't help but stick out her tongue and exhale.

By the time the smell of alcohol dissipated, her face was already red and covered in sweat.

"This wine is so powerful." Cheng Yan put down the wine jar, walked to the table opposite the monk and sat down.

"Does this fellow Taoist know what kind of wine this is?"

The man raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Didn't you know just now?"

Bamboo clear wine, clear bamboo wine, clear bamboo wine, okay. Cheng Yan shut up and stopped asking.

Xun Yan sat next to her and said, "Why ask him? If you want to ask, you have to ask the innkeeper. Looking at the layout here, this demon cultivator should be bamboo."

Cheng Yan nodded: "But I can't ask."

When night fell, two monks, a man and a woman, came running into the inn, acting in an intimate manner.

"Oh, it's been ten days, and you're still alive, old devil!" the female cultivator said, rolling her eyes at the male cultivator who was carrying the heavy sword.

"Hmph." The male cultivator just snorted coldly and drank without replying.

The female cultivator ignored him and pulled the man to sit aside. She looked around and her eyes fell on Cheng Yan.

"Tsk tsk, where did you come from, a country bumpkin? Wearing such an ugly cassock."

Cheng Yuan glanced at her cassock, which was light apricot in color. It wasn't ugly, but she didn't have any accessories on her body. It couldn't be simpler. This is probably why the female cultivator said it was ugly.

"What does it have to do with you what I wear?"

The female cultivator's face froze: "Humph, I would like to remind you that this color is the most disgusting in this inn. What the innkeeper hated most during his lifetime was people wearing apricot robes. Regardless of men or women, as long as they entered his In the inn, he killed everyone he saw. Now that they are dead, his ghost is still there, and he might come looking for you soon!"

The female cultivator said, covering her mouth and giggling.

Cheng Yan ignored her sarcasm and just looked at the sky outside in trance.

The last ray of sunset disappeared, the sky dimmed, and screams soon came from outside the inn.

Both short and sudden.

It was as if the man's throat was suddenly blocked.

"The innocent soul is here!" The female cultivator's laughter subsided and her voice became deeper, as if she did not want to attract the attention of the so-called innocent soul.

Cheng Yuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, green light flashed slightly, and everything he could see was black mist. This black mist spread up from the underground of the street, and seeped into the nearby shops little by little, even this inn was no exception.