After getting everything ready.

Zhang Feng went inside the house and took the bow and a bag of spiritual stones with him.

It was also at three o'clock in the afternoon when the sky was a little cloudy.

Zhang Feng left the house first and gave a brief explanation to Shopkeeper He about his long trip.

after.

Zhang Feng came outside the city and looked at the increasingly cloudy sky. His whole body was filled with spiritual energy. Then he relied on the control of the spiritual energy around his body. He took one step and appeared in the sky a hundred meters away.

And when I stood in the sky out of thin air, I didn't feel any downward force.

Now the surrounding aura of heaven and earth surrounds the body, counteracting the gravity of various falls, and the feeling is almost the same as standing on the ground.

Zhang Feng felt it for a moment and continued walking towards the east.

The next step is to slowly find the ghost town.

And also in the evening of that day.

The sky had been overcast all afternoon, and snowflakes began to gradually fall.

Soon it got bigger and bigger.

The entire field of vision is filled with white night sky.

But when Zhang Feng braved the heavy snow and flew eastward for more than 500 miles, he also heard a bounty tip about a ghost town.

‘Trigger bounty mission’

Bounty mission: Talk to the monk who is preparing to return to the ghost town, and use the monk's guidance to find the ghost town.

‘Current ring number: 2’

Hear the prompt.

Zhang Feng followed the guidance of his intuition and looked to the southeast in the hazy snow.

I could vaguely feel that somewhere eighty miles away, there was the person I was looking for.

Without further ado.

Zhang Feng continued to walk towards the east.

A journey of eighty miles is just a moment's work for me.

Wait until you reach the place in the guide.

Zhang Feng stood in the sky, looked down, and saw a piece of suburban land.

Among them, in a field near a hill, there is a dilapidated temple that has been in disrepair for a long time, reflecting a little light in the night sky.

According to spiritual inspection, there were six men and women inside.

There was a man and a woman, probably a couple, hugging each other to keep each other warm.

On the other side of the fire, there were two young men talking. They must also be pedestrians. They happened to encounter the ruined temple and came to take shelter from the wind and snow.

Opposite the two young men, there was a strong man leaning against the wall, holding a sheathed steel sword. He must also be a knight on his way.

Near the fire, there was a man in a green shirt, about 20 years old, poking at the firewood, secretly activating the spiritual energy to keep the soaked firewood burning.

But in Zhang Feng's perception, this helpful man in green shirt happened to be a Qi practitioner, and his strength was in the early stage of foundation building.

Your goal is probably to be this person.

After Zhang Feng investigated, he fell from the nearby sky and walked into the ruined temple, stepping on the snow that covered half of his calves.

Shake the snowflakes off your body again.

Zhang Feng, like everyone who also came to take shelter from the wind and snow, looked at the more dilapidated buildings in the courtyard, then looked at the people in the temple, and found a seat to sit next to them.

"What a damn weather..." Seeing new passers-by arriving, the green-robed monk rubbed his hands together and warmed the pile of firewood in the center of the hall, "Is this brother on his way too?"

"It's hard to travel on a snowy day." Zhang Feng glanced around and saw a lot of hay in the temple, but it was all under the couple.

They were the first to arrive and took the few grass balls for themselves.

"Have you heard of the strange things in the East Lake Tales?" Next to another pillar, two young men were chatting about the stories told by Mr. Shu.

One of the young men saw the woman looking at her and his voice became louder and louder.

"Can you be quiet for a while?" The strong man who was resting opened his eyes slightly and looked at the two young men opposite. "Everything about ghosts is nonsense. How can there be any ghosts in this world?"

"Oh, it's like you've seen it before!" The young man shook his head and laughed, but he didn't speak again.

The companion next to him stopped talking when he saw the young man. After taking a look at the strong man's physique and the steel knife in his hand, he stopped talking about these things and whispered about other things.

After all, in this wilderness, he was afraid that the two of them would have a conflict with a strong man who was not easy to mess with at first glance, and then receive a beating in vain, or even lose his life.

"Let's rest for a while. The wind and snow will probably stop..." The monk looked at the burning fire and realized that it would burn out soon, so he got up and walked outside the temple, "I'm going to pick up some firewood."

"Is it still cold?" The young man in the couple hugged the woman, thinking only of his wife.

"Next time we'll pick it up..." the two young men said politely, and then started chatting all over the place again, without any intention of going out to help the monks.

The strong man, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, nodded slightly when the monk passed by him, and he didn't show any intention of helping in the cold weather.

Zhang Feng glanced at them and followed the monk out of the room.

Waiting to walk to the woods a hundred meters away in the heavy snow.

Zhang Fengcai asked him: "Why should you help them? They don't care about you."

"Who said you don't care?" The monk looked at Zhang Feng amusedly, "Didn't brother come? And brother doesn't know anything, it's called cultivating one's heart in the world of mortals."

"I'm here to ask about something, no matter what the world is." Zhang Feng looked at the heavy snow and suddenly asked: "I saw fellow Taoist using magic to deepen the fire. I must be a monk, right?"

"Oh?" The monk raised his eyebrows. Seeing that he bumped into Zhang Feng, who was also a monk, he was not very happy, but was a little cautious.

Because among the monks who are away from home and don’t know each other, there is actually no such excitement as seeing fellow villagers with tears in their eyes.

On the contrary, they are all on guard, fearing that the other party will make an unprofitable transaction and kill people and get goods.

But before, the temple was full of ordinary people, but he had the mentality of traveling around the world, only doing what he wanted to do, ignoring the perfunctory and indifference of a few people.

Zhang Feng didn't pay attention to his defensive thoughts. Instead, he walked into the forest, turned around and asked, "Do you know about the ghost city?"

"Ghost town..." the monk asked back, following two steps, "Are you going to the ghost town too?"

"I just heard about it..." Zhang Feng pushed the snow on the ground and picked up the relatively dry branches under the snow, "I just wanted to take a look and see what the ghost town looks like."

"The ghost city is not a place you just go to." The monk saw that Zhang Feng had heard of the ghost city instead of going there, but mistakenly thought that Zhang Feng was weak. Instead, he shook his head and smiled: "The ghost city gathers the people of the entire Central Plains.

Master monk!"

The monk said, quite proudly as a monk in a ghost town,

"Today it is a city, but it is better to say that it is a place where humans and demons are mixed. If you want to establish a foothold there, or want to go around, see the treasures there, and buy and sell with others, you can't do it without the strength!"

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your words." Zhang Feng clasped his fists and asked, "Does fellow Taoist know about the Lord of the West City?"

"Lord of the West City?" The monk glanced at Zhang Feng in surprise, "The Lord of the West City is one of the four ghost immortals in the ghost city, with extraordinary strength! And fellow Taoist, why are you asking about the Lord of the West City? Is it possible..."

When the monk said this, he mistakenly thought that Zhang Feng was related to the Lord of the West City, so his tone had a hint of friendship, "Is it possible that my friend and the Lord of the West City have an old acquaintance?"

"We are destined." Zhang Feng nodded, looking at the heavy snow in the sky, "I was planning to go to the ghost town to catch up with him and meet him."

"This is a good thing!" The monk pretended to invite him, "Can fellow Taoist friends come with us?"

"That's what I meant." Zhang Feng smiled and waved his hand in greeting.
Chapter completed!