From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 966: Future Mistake

Yunlin County, mountain city.

After Jiang Yuan bought all the Huozhu wine, he turned and left the wine shop. A middle-aged scholar with white hair on his temples hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind to stop him. He looked very embarrassed.

"Sir, can you sell me a jar? I'm willing to pay twice the price of snowflakes."

The middle-aged scholar smiled, but because he was too thin, his cheeks were sunken, like a starving person. His appearance was totally inconsistent with his elegant demeanor. He was holding a tattered book in his hand. The cover had been repaired several times, but to no avail. The book was not a classic of several fundamental threads of knowledge, but a detailed annotation summarized by later generations. "The Interpretation of Duke Ling of Wei" was written by a sage in the lineage of the second sage. Several chapters only interpreted the word "no category".

"Change to something more pleasing." Jiang Yuan said.

The middle-aged scholar thought about it seriously, and seeing that the other person had long hair hanging down to his waist, he took out a bamboo hairpin from his belongings. The bamboo hairpin itself contained some spiritual charm, and it was considered a good spiritual weapon.

"I found this little thing in the bamboo forest of Yunlin Blessed Land. It has some calming and soothing effects. If I sell it to a cultivator who just broke through the Mirror, I estimate I can get half a small summer coin. It's a coincidence that I'm giving it to you today. Come on, come on, as we're both drinkers, you know how annoying the alcohol bug is."

Jiang Yuan threw a jar of Huodou wine over, then took the bamboo hairpin and checked it. After making sure there was no problem, he handed it to the sword servant.

The middle-aged scholar gently opened the lid of the wine, then picked it up and took a few big gulps. The wine flowed from the corners of his mouth and wet his scholar's robe, but he was completely unaware. After putting down the jar of wine, he let out a long sigh. His eyes were unusually bright at first, and then became a little drunk and hazy.

The sword servant walked behind the master, twisted up his long hair bit by bit, and then fixed it with a hairpin. He was glad that the other party was wearing a mask, otherwise the master would be too eye-catching in his white Taoist robe.

"It seems that the young master should be the genealogy master of the Puhua Sect. Who is his master? I have met the master of Yunmi Peak several times." The middle-aged scholar used tactful words, and he was almost outright stating the identities of the two men.

"When you are away from home, don't talk about your master." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

"That's right. If you really piss someone off, even the emperor will dare to dethrone you. You should be careful when traveling in the martial arts world. In the Middle-earth Shenzhou, there are many unlucky people whose roads have collapsed because of this. They are all well-known young talents."

The middle-aged scholar walked into the shop across the alley, holding on to the wall, and asked the owner for three bowls of plain noodles and a plate of salted peanuts, spending less than half a silver dollar in total. The owner of this shop was just an ordinary man, and since most of the people who bought wine were monks, he set up the stall and could occasionally make a considerable amount of tips.

"A pot of wine to celebrate our reunion. Sir, why don't you take a rest? The soup stock of their Yangchun noodles comes from the river outside the city, and it tastes amazing."

Jiang Yuan sat down. The other party did not notice his concealment, nor did he care about the Lord of Yunmi Peak. He thought of himself as the other party and probably wanted to share another half jar of wine. After all, it was not common to see a gourmet who was so stingy at the wine table.

Two jars of Huozhu wine were placed on the table. The sword servant was slightly dissatisfied. This guy made the master spend money, so he owed her half a sword.

The middle-aged scholar was smiling happily, looking less haggard. He drank the remaining half of the jar and looked particularly happy.

"You two have come all the way to Yunlin County, perhaps for the blessed land here. Let me remind you that any medium-grade blessed land has a basic rule. For example, in the Lizhu Cave Heaven in the north, fighting will consume your spiritual power. If you kill a local, not only will you be held accountable by the Saint in charge, but you will also have to return empty-handed and bear the consequences. The Yunlin blessed land here does not allow the use of spiritual energy. To put it more simply, it is a completely spiritualless place. Of course, other benefits can be compensated, but there is one thing that must be noted."

The middle-aged scholar secretly brought the wine jar and said seriously, "The mortality rate of Yunlin Blessed Land ranks among the top three among the 72 Blessed Lands. The Jiang family's reputation of taking human lives lightly has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there is some truth to it."

"Most people who come here are not sword cultivators, but warriors from all over the place." Jiang Yuan not only knew this, but also vaguely guessed that there must be a powder keg suppressed under the blessed land. The middle-aged scholar drank and nodded. Because he drank too fast, he accidentally choked himself. He held back his cough and said, "After entering, the identities of you exiled immortals will be disrupted by the local heaven. Whether it is good or bad depends on fate. Remember, only when the moon is full and the underworld is heavy will you have the opportunity to return home. As for the others, I don't know much. Since you have entered, you can only pray for your own good fortune."

After finishing the two jars of wine, the middle-aged scholar leaned back on the wooden chair, like a drunken stray dog, and muttered:
"Sir, is it right to pursue now the mistakes that may happen in the future?"

"I don't care whether it's right or wrong, good or evil. I just want to see if you can accept the serious concept that half of the children in the world died. After all, the future villains are still young now. How to distinguish, how to determine, and whether to teach are all things that you scholars like to think about."

Jiang Yuan took a sip of the noodles, then pushed the bowl to the sword servant and drank by himself, letting the warm air in the wine wash over his whole body.

Half a minute later the two men got up and left. The shopkeeper came over and picked up a snowflake coin. He tactfully found a blanket and covered the middle-aged scholar with it. The down-and-out scholar had passed out drunk, or rather, he had been able to catch his breath for a while as he had wished.

The mountain city is still bustling with people.

At the end of the road there is a City God Temple, which is very popular. Two disciples from the Jiang family's side branch stand at the door, collecting tolls to enter the Yunlin blessed land. It is worth mentioning that both of them are martial artists in the fourth realm, which is very different from the identities of disciples from a scholarly family.

Jiang Yuan paid two Xiaoshu coins, which is equivalent to two hundred snowflake coins, equivalent to two hundred thousand taels of silver.

In total, seven people entered the City God Temple. Unlike the tightly sealed Qingtan Blessed Land, the Yunlin Blessed Land has always been open to the public. However, Jiang required the banished immortals to sign an oath not to reveal some key secrets to the outside world when they left.

The so-called oath of vow is like a contract. Violators will be hated by all mountain gods and water gods. Although they will not be killed on the way, hardships are inevitable. Moreover, if you practice in the mountains, don't expect to absorb any spiritual energy bestowed by the mountains and water.

Among the seven people, Jiang Yuan took a closer look at the young man in yellow robe. He took the initiative to bow and was polite. What he said belonged to the orthodox elegant language of Aquarius Continent, but it was a little stiff. In fact, the languages ​​of different continents are strange and varied, so the Confucian Temple stipulated nine kinds of elegant languages.

"My name is Mr. Zhou, and I am from Tongyezhou."

"fake."

The young man in yellow robe stood there feeling very awkward.

After a moment, the statue of the City God suddenly stood up and the deity opened his eyes.

The City God Temple was filled with fog, and only the bland voices of the Jiang family's side branch disciples echoed in the ears.

"There are nine counties in one prefecture. On the edge are the bamboo forest and the big swamp. If you don't want to seize the opportunity of the Great Dao, you can go to the edge to cut down the bamboo. Jiang will buy it back at a fair price and guarantee the safety of the bamboo cutters. As for those who want to compete, if people kill monsters or monsters kill people, all the consequences will be borne by my master. In addition, the Yunlin blessed land is a place without spirits. It is recommended that you put all your things in the small or small things you carry with you to keep them warm to avoid damage."

Among the seven people, a genealogy master from Zhengyang Mountain had a drastic change of expression, because the word "Wuling" had never appeared in the intelligence before, and he came here just to see his long-missed senior sister.

The fog was thick and the sky was spinning.

(End of this chapter)