Outside the crowded Tianxuan City, Ziyu opened her hands and spoke excitedly to the people behind her.
People come and go in front of the towering city gate.
But the people standing in front of her stared at her with calm expressions.
Ziyu was a little embarrassed, secretly thinking that everyone had not heard her words clearly, so she stretched out her hand full of energy again and introduced: "This is Tianxuan City!"
"Nasa, you friend, is there a problem here?" Yue Jian looked at Chu Qingxiao, pointed at his head, and asked cryptically.
Chu Qingxiao smiled bitterly and shook his head, not knowing how to answer this.
With the double guarantee of Meng Ziliang's identity as the son-in-law of the Nangong family and the appointment of his junior uncle Zhao Nianshuang, there was no obstacle to the people in Cangying Village passing the military blockade.
Eight days ago, they arrived at Lingque Town. Under the reception of officials who had been prepared, the re-registration of the 500 residents of Goshawk Village went smoothly. Even Chu Qingxiao himself took this opportunity.
, suddenly became a resident of Lingque Town, so that he no longer had to be embarrassed by his unspeakable status in Wuling City.
And regaining the household registration means that the residents of Gosying Village have the opportunity to start their lives again.
Under such circumstances, some people still miss their old friends in their hometown and choose to say goodbye to everyone and go to their hometown.
Of the five hundred or so residents of Gosying Village, only about two hundred are left in Lingque Town.
However, with the help of Ziyu, under the name of Zhao Nianshuang, the mayor of Lingque Town had already prepared accommodation for these two hundred people. Although it was not free, the rental price was low, and all arrangements were made.
With a suitable way to make a living, everyone does not have to worry about their livelihood. In this way, everyone in Goshawk Village can be considered settled.
After doing this, everyone decided to bid farewell to the villagers of Cangying Village and head to Tianxuan City located at the foot of Tianxuan Mountain!
Tianxuan Mountain occupies a huge area.
It spans Cangzhou and Quzhou.
Counting its affiliated jurisdiction, it is half the size of Cangzhou.
On the periphery are towns such as Lingque Town, which are under the jurisdiction of several divine peaks. There are nearly a hundred large and small towns.
But although these areas are under the jurisdiction of Tianxuan Mountain, most of them are populated by ordinary people or some elderly disciples of the mountain sect.
Tianxuan Mountain is only responsible for collecting taxes, and most of the other matters are ignored.
And inside is Tianxuan City, known as the most powerful city in southern Xinjiang.
Tianxuan City was built against the nine sacred peaks of Tianxuan Mountain and occupies a huge area. According to statistics three years ago, there were more than one million households living in the city, and it has continued to expand in recent years.
Looking at the world of Da Yu, the only great city that can rival it is probably located in the capital of Bailong Prefecture.
And when you get here, you can truly reach Tianxuan Mountain.
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This is the holy land of swordsmanship in Dayu.
Everyone who practices martial arts in the world is fascinated by it.
Ziyu has lived in Tianxuan Mountain for so many years and has seen countless foreigners who came here with looks of horror on their faces.
This was the first time she had seen someone as calm as Chu Qingxiao and others.
Yue Jian's cryptic inquiry was noticed by Ziyu. Ziyu suddenly became a little angry. She looked at him and said angrily: "Is there something wrong with your brains? This is Tianxuan City! Tianxuan City
ah!"
She emphasized again.
"Oh!" Yue Jian responded lightly, turned around, stretched out his hand to support Xu Dangren, and took the lead in walking into the gate of Tianxuan City.
Chu Qingxiao also shrugged his shoulders and followed along with Chu Zhaozhao.
"Miss Ziyu, I am different from them. I have been fascinated by this hanging city for a long time. Now that I see it, it is indeed extraordinary. I will practice here for a long time in the future. If you don't give up, you can give me a good introduction..."
Just when Ziyu was secretly feeling embarrassed, Meng Ziliang from the side came up.
Ziyu was overjoyed and was about to agree, but one hand grabbed Meng Ziliang's ear.
"Stop daydreaming about the blue sky. If you stay here in Tianxuan City for three days, you will have to follow me back to Muzhou!" Meng Jin said angrily.
"Sister!" Meng Ziliang grimaced in pain, but refused to give in. He said stubbornly: "That's not what we said at the beginning."
"What I'm saying is, if I can't join Tianxuan Mountain, I will go back with you..."
When Meng Jin heard this, he sneered: "As long as you are like this, let alone Tianxuan Mountain, Dixuan Valley has no place for you!"
Meng Ziliang's face turned red and he said angrily: "Thirty years to the west of the river, thirty years to the east of the river."
"Meng, don't bully young people into poverty!"
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"Tianxuan City is Tianxuan City. Take a look, what comes out of the shop is the aura of swordsmanship!" After entering the city, Meng Ziliang looked at the streets with people coming and going and couldn't help but sigh.
There was nothing exaggerated in what he said.
After all, on the streets of the city, children ranging from eleven or twelve years old to old men in their sixties or seventies, regardless of gender, almost all wear long swords on their waists. Even the vendors hawking on the street, there are many who carry swords.
The utensil is placed in front of the street pavilion.
Chu Qingxiao had never seen such a scene before, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Although there are also ordinary people in Tianxuan City, most of them are disciples of the outer sect and miscellaneous servants of Tianxuan Mountain." Chu Zhaozhao on the side said at this time.
"So most of them wear swords."
When Chu Qingxiao heard this, he suddenly looked strange. There were some boys and girls on the street, brightly dressed, who looked a bit like disciples of Tianxuan Mountain. However, among the vendors and bloated women on the streets, he had even seen one just now.
A ragged beggar with a long sword on his body. Could these be disciples of Tianxuan Mountain?
Chu Zhaozhao saw his confusion and then said: "This is the case for the outer disciples and the handyman disciples. The sect is not responsible for their food, clothing, housing and transportation. They have to rely on themselves for everything. The only advantage is that they can browse the library for free.
The classics in the book and some cultivation techniques..."
After saying this, Chu Zhaozhao shrugged his shoulders and added: "Of course, there are only some superficial skills, advanced sword skills and cultivation methods. Most of them have to be obtained after entering the inner sect."
"In that case, it doesn't make any difference whether you become an outer disciple or a handyman disciple?" Chu Qingxiao asked with a frown.
"Of course." Chu Zhaozhao said: "Only when you become an outer sect disciple can you be qualified to participate in the selection of the inner sect. Once you enter the inner sect, you will be like a carp leaping over the dragon gate and reaching the sky in one step. Look at these people, they are overwhelmed.
One that isn’t for this goal!?”
When Chu Zhaozhao said this, she probably thought of her past life in this Tianxuan City and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
"Don't think about that. You are different now. You are the direct disciple appointed by my junior uncle. Among the younger generation in Tianxuan Mountain, few are treated like you." Ziyu on the side took over the conversation at this time.
, so said.
"I want to take you two to register in Lingce Mansion later, and then report to Qingque Peak. If you want to visit Tianxuan Mountain again later, you will have the opportunity at any time, and you friends also have to arrange accommodation."
"We?" Ziyu said this. Before Chu Zhaozhao and Chu Qingxiao responded, Meng Ziliang looked excited. He pointed at himself and asked in disbelief: "What does Ziyu mean, we?"
Can we also go to Qingque Peak?"
As one of the nine sacred peaks of Tianxuan Mountain, it is difficult for ordinary outer disciples to get in again. You must know that in the twelve years of practicing in Tianxuan Mountain, Chu Zhaozhao has only been to Qingque Peak once, and it was because of official business. And outsiders.
It is even more difficult to enter the divine peak.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Meng Ziliang was so excited.
Ziyu glanced at Chu Qingxiao and Chu Qingxiao with some annoyance, and murmured: "After all, they are the personal disciples of my junior uncle. This kind of face will be given to those who want to guard the mountain gate."
Meng Ziliang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly said: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off quickly!"
After saying this, he urged everyone to quickly go to the Lingce Mansion mentioned by Ziyu.
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The so-called Lingce Mansion is the place where disciples from the inner sect of Tianxuan Mountain and above are registered.
Each sacred peak has its own dedicated Ling Register Mansion. After registering in the Ling Register Mansion, you will get the corresponding identity token, so that you can travel to your sacred peak unimpeded.
And although there are countless handymen and outer disciples in Tianxuan City, only a thousand people can be admitted to the inner sect every year. When divided equally every day, the number becomes even rarer, so the Lingce Mansion is in the majority.
At that time, there were only a few people around, and it was very deserted.
But today, this land is destined to not be peaceful.
"What!?" In Qingque Peak's Lingbu Mansion, Ziyu stared at the old man sitting in front of the wooden table with wide eyes.
The old man had a bitter look on his face, and he was obviously a little afraid of the purple jade in front of him.
"I really haven't received any news here..." The old man was thin, his hair was messy, and he smelled of alcohol.
"My junior uncle appointed the two of them to be my direct disciples in front of me. How can this be false? How could I not tell you? It must be because you, Mr. Lu, drank and missed the letter from the mountain!" Ziyu
He said with full of indignation, "I haven't told you about the last time your Lu Sandao got drunk and got into trouble. How could you do such a stupid thing?"
"When will you, the Lu family, change your habit of being addicted to alcohol?"
Hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly and said: "The old man loves to drink, but how dare I delay such a big thing as passing it on to my disciples? The peak master has been in seclusion since he came back. In the past two months, he has been going back and forth on the mountain to pass on the message."
Two letters came, one saying that the peak master was going to retreat, and the other..."
"What's the other letter?" Ziyu asked.
"The other letter is saying that the Peak Master is going to retreat again..." the old man said.
"Are you going into seclusion again? What do you mean?" Ziyu blinked and asked a little strangely.
"About ten days ago, the Peak Master entered the Eighth Realm. He originally planned to entertain all the Peak Masters in the mountain gate, but before the banquet started, the Peak Master who had just left the realm felt signs of breaking through the realm, so he retreated to practice again.
I'm going, I heard from Sandao that he seems to be entering the Nine Realms..." the old man said pitifully.
After hearing this, Ziyu's eyes widened and she spoke in an almost broken tone.