Changsheng: I can sell everything

Duan Xinghun searched the bottom of Bibo Lake carefully for several days.

After he came out, he said to Fang Jingtai, the magistrate of Suyang County: "The dragon girl is completely gone, and there is no strange aura in the ground anymore. Suyang City is considered safe now."

That means, Suyang City has now become a livable city again?
But soon, Duan Xinghun changed the subject again: "At the bottom of the blue lake, some remnants of the vitality of the earth veins are still leaking, and it will be completely barren in about a year or two. By then, Suyang may become a place that is completely suitable only A city where mortals live."

Yes, without the vitality of the earth veins, even the lowest level of weirdness is difficult to breed and depend on, and monsters will not be willing to come here.

Not to mention practitioners.

For example, warriors, before the innate stage, basically tempered their own qi and blood, and their reliance on the vitality of the earth veins is relatively low, which is not bad.But once one enters the innate realm, the martial artist must also communicate with the heaven and the earth, and attract the vitality of the outside world, so that it is possible to break through the spiritual aperture and continue to progress.

The same is true for scholars, without the nourishment of vitality, it is difficult for their talents to surpass three inches and reach the level of showing off and killing the enemy. Even if they are full of talents, they will be like a dragon trapped in a shoal, or like a rootless tree, they will be nothingness in the end.

As for the cultivators, there is no need to say much.

Without vitality, it is difficult for a cultivator to make progress!
Perhaps Suyang City will become a real mortal city without demons, monsters, or practitioners...

What kind of world would that be?
How would the Great Zhou court treat such a city?
In the lobby of the county government office, under the plaque hung high by the bright mirror, the county magistrate Fang Jingtai looked at his empty left sleeve.

That day when the dragon cut blood and the golden dragon blood fell, Fang Jingtai was greedy to get it, but in the end his left arm was corroded by the golden blood!
But what no one knew was that even though it cost him an arm, Fang Jingtai actually collected a drop of golden blood.

This point, even Liu Chenghuang, who shared the troubles with him, was not aware of it.

Duan Xinghun also didn't know this. After he finished his investigation results, he passed the information just now to Pinglan City directly through the plaque of "Mirror Hanging High".

Then Duan Xinghun bid farewell to Fang Jingtai. Fang Jingtai wanted to stay, but he couldn't keep Ye Lingguan's disciple.

The young master of transforming gods, ranked No. 30 on the Tianjiao list, how could a small seventh-rank county magistrate be able to hold a candle to him?
After leaving the county government, Duan Xinghun did not go out of the city directly, but walked into the streets of Suyang City alone.

The Dao discussion with the fox demon had a far-reaching impact on Duan Xinghun. Until now, although he feels that his Dao heart is slowly recovering, the shock and doubts at that time still remain in his heart. Can't be healed for a long time.

1000 years, even for many practitioners, is considered too long.

If you don't become a god, you can't become an earth immortal. Even if you are in the stage of transforming gods, you don't have a thousand years of life!
Therefore, the young Duan Xinghun can't actually explain who is right and who is wrong between Long Nu and Xiao Hong.

But since he came to Suyang, he wanted to take a deeper look at what the people of Suyang, who were innocently involved in this entanglement for thousands of years, looked like now.

Duan Xinghun then shuttled through the decaying and depressed streets.

He saw someone tidying up the front of his shop. This was a cloth shop. The business of the cloth shop was sluggish, and the front of the shop was deserted.

The shopkeeper looked outside the door, sighed, and turned back to carefully wipe the counter in front of the shop with a cloth towel.

Something made a small scratch on the corner of the counter, and the shopkeeper pointed at the scratch, breathed and rubbed it, and fiddled with it for a long time, but the mark could not be removed.

Duan Xinghun walked by, and saw someone carrying a basket of rubble through the corner of the street.

The two middle-aged men were sweating profusely and were obviously very tired. At the same time, they were silent with each other and did not talk.

Duan Xinghun also saw an old man with white beard and hair sitting in front of his courtyard, holding a small charcoal stove in his hand, staring blankly at a willow tree that fell in half on the street.

The willow tree was half-dried and half-dead, with broken limbs and leaves, it was really not pretty.

The old man can watch for a long time without moving his eyes for a long time.

Duan Xinghun's footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked for a while.

There seemed to be a stretch of dense houses ahead, but a girl laughed suddenly from a corner alley.

"A ball, round and round, with one kick kicking up the stupid Jiujiu!"

"Jiujiu laughs, Jiujiu cries, Jiujiu opens his mouth angrily..."

"Hee hee hee, Mr. Xu, you are so angry! But there is nothing you can do..."

Boom!
Suddenly, there was the sound of a ball bouncing. Turning around the corner of the alley, a fluffy ball suddenly flew up and hit the wall on one side of the deep alley.

A tiny scream came from between the spheres.

boom!
The ball hit the wall and rolled on the ground, and finally landed at Duan Xinghun's feet.

Duan Xinghun stopped, and then he saw clearly, where is the ball that landed?This is clearly a strange head with shaggy hair!
If it were any other ordinary person, they would definitely be terrified at this time, but Duan Xinghun has the ability and confidence, so he is not afraid.

He just lowered his head, and saw a pair of dry eyes bursting out with a bright light in the messy and dirty hair of the human head, and then, a weak voice tremblingly said in a tone of extreme surprise: "Help me... ..."

Deep in the alley, the screams of a girl can be heard.

A few half-real and half-solid figures of girls rushed out from behind. These girls all had pale skin and were all wearing extremely bright and gorgeous clothes.

They screamed, and some ran towards Duan Xinghun, shouting: "Bad guy, grab your daughter's toys, go away!"

Some rushed over to "pick up the ball" and said, "The ball belongs to us, bad guys are not allowed to grab it!"

The girl who ran towards Duan Xinghun suddenly seemed to be passing through a phantom when he moved the dust whisk lightly, she obviously bumped into him, but she didn't hit him.

As for the girls who "picked up the ball", they did not pick up the "ball".

Duan Xinghun raised his hand and pointed, and thousands of white threads shot out from his whisk, wrapping around the head on the ground in an instant.

The human head was wrapped in silk whisk and floated behind Duan Xinghun.Then he changed his tactics again, and more silk whisks shot out in all directions.

shhhhhh!
No matter at the entrance of the alley or in the depths of the alley, the girls running in all directions are also tightly wrapped by these silk whisks.

Duan Xinghun seemed to be flying a kite, carrying this series of "things", and in a flash, he fled into the ground.

Why go underground?
Because he discovered that there seemed to be a strange source deep in the ground.

Suyang City's earth vein vitality dissipated, and there was no trace of the dragon girl. The rest of the monsters either left all of them, or even if they were a little strangely trapped in the birthplace and couldn't get away-they should gradually weaken.

But what I encountered this time seemed to be a little different.

Therefore, Duan Xinghun decided to bring both weird parties underground, listen to their stories, and then decide how to deal with it.

The matter between Long Nu and Xiao Hong is indeed somewhat indistinguishable, but is it true for everything in this world?
Can't there be a clear and clear one?
In Pinglan City, Song Ciwan not only found himself a small courtyard with a single family in Shanrenfang after a day of busy work, but also changed his identity on the way, and changed to the appearance of a down-and-out young man Mu Dalang. Lancheng's Demon Refining Platform found a job to cleanse demons.

The Demon Refining Platform is an institution under the government, and basically every city has a Demon Refining Platform.

Although Song Ciwan left Suyang, she didn't want to give up the job of cleaning the demon.

If it is possible, she is willing to wash away a hundred or thousand years of demons in the demon refining platform in obscurity, so why not?
To be able to go to the end of time, that is the real skill.

When the evening approached, Song Ciwan used his time to escape at night, and quietly returned to his room in the inn.

Then she changed back to Xin Mian's identity, went downstairs aboveboard, and stayed in the inn for a month.

The continuation of the room is the continuation of the room. At midnight, Song Ciwan left from the inn again.

This time, she hugged her big white goose, switched to Song Xun's appearance, and went back to her "home" in Pinglan City without a sound.

There is a small courtyard with two main rooms.

It is very similar to Song Ciwan's home in Suyang, one is used as a living room and the other is used as a bedroom.

The bedroom is separated by a treasure chest to separate the inside and the outside. The inside is the bedroom and practice room, and the outside is the living room.

In addition, there are two small rooms on the side of the main house in the small courtyard, one in the east and one in the west, one is used as a firewood room and utility room, and the other is used as a stove.

Song Ciwan put the big white goose on the ground, lit the lamp and inspected his home. He was very happy and said, "Look, Dabai, isn't this arrangement very kind? From now on, it will be our new home. You have to take good care of it." ,do you know?"

The big white goose puffed out its chest. Although it was a little sleepy in the middle of the night, it still tried its best to cheer up, flapped its wings, and followed Song Ciwan in square steps with an extraordinarily stable posture.

Follow along, no need for Song Ciwan to say anything more, it gradually became excited by itself.

Until a certain moment, it saw a goose cage on the east wall of the hall.

"Gah!" The big white goose was no longer reserved, and immediately rushed straight to the goose cage happily.

It rushed into the goose cage at once, and after a while, it poked out another head from the mouth of the goose cage.

"Shut up!" the big white goose yelled.

It seems to be saying, this is the residence of Goose!
Song Ciwan smiled softly, walked over and patted her goose head and said, "Okay, this is naturally your residence, since you like it, then you can rest."

She told the big white goose to rest, and she went back to the bedroom immediately.

Before the time comes, let's use up the rest of today's days and earth scales.