A big city in the sky suspended above the lofty mountains.
No, maybe it was the extension of the big city that created these huge mountains.
Meng Zhi's consciousness stared at the city in astonishment, looking around.
The Yin Shen belonging to the Nascent Soul Lord was running around endlessly, but he did not see any boundaries in this world. It was as if he did not sink his consciousness into the treasure, but truly came to another different world.
It's just that such a world alone doesn't seem to be able to protect the Soul Flag.
While his thoughts were spinning, Meng Zhi had already approached the city gate and stepped into the bustling city.
The silence swept away.
The roar of people penetrated my ears.
At a glance, it feels like returning to the ancient city of Guxian Tower.
The hawker I passed by on the street was a Qi-refiner, the hawker was also a Qi-refiner, and the proprietress of the Baozhai tea house was charming and showed her own foundation-building skills.
People passing by would see Jin Dan from time to time, but then disappear at the end of the long street in a blink of an eye. They all seemed to be in a hurry and had something to do.
These 'monks' seemed to have never seen such a big living person like him.
The consciousness gathered into a blurry figure.
The figure steps forward and becomes reality.
Meng Zhi took a look at himself.
It seemed that no matter how he changed his consciousness, he could not attract the attention of the monks in the city, but he had a feeling in his heart that he could mobilize the monks in the city as long as he 'thought'.
Meng Zhi was surprised when he came back to his senses.
He had forgotten what the treasure itself was.
This is a soul flag, and it must have a supply-driven soul.
Thinking of this, Meng Zhi's black-gold eyes gave off a faint golden glow.
The monks in the city really had great ideas.
The terrifying pressure of the aura was like a big hand from the sky grabbing him hard.
Even as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he cannot escape from it.
However, he knew that Mr. Hu would definitely not harm him, so he looked forward calmly.
The invisible oppressive hand turned into a sea of clouds above the big city. When it was unwinding, Tushanjun's ethereal and hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "This person's cultivation is better than mine.
I can be your protector. But there is one extremely important thing..."
"Mr. Hu, please tell me?"
"If you want to use the Yin Shen in the banner, you must use your own magic power."
"what for?"
"The spirit treasure is no different from ordinary treasures. Without the mana of the person in charge, it is just a dead object."
Meng Zhi looked suspicious and said: "Then why can Old Fox walk around the world without a person in charge?"
It's not that Meng Zhi doubts Mr. Hu, but that he has just seen Mr. Hu's weapon spirit as his guardian, let alone the enemies before. Doesn't this also require a huge amount of mana?
Tu Shanjun pondered for a while and said: "The person holding the soul flag does not have to be a living person."
Meng Zhi was horrified.
A bold guess emerged in my mind.
A divine soldier can choose his master only if he has the spirit, but he does not necessarily have to assist him.
He has also heard stories about many monks whose minds were eroded by demonic soldiers and became slaves who only knew killing.
The Zunhun Banner definitely has such means.
Even if there is no Zunhun Banner itself, with Mr. Hu's scheming temperament, he will definitely make arrangements in advance.
In this way, he still has not got rid of his identity as a chess piece, nor has he controlled his own destiny. He is said to be the holder of spiritual treasures, but in fact he is more like a puppet who walks according to the old fox's wishes. Meng Zhi felt like he was stuck in his throat, and his head was hanging low.
His eyes covered his twinkling eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
A shadow appeared next to Meng Zhi and asked: "Are you scared?"
Meng Zhi cupped his hands in salute and said with a smile: "I am a little scared. Life cannot be in my own hands. Fear will always breed in my heart. But you are always my master. Now everything I have gained comes from my teacher. Why should I be afraid of you?"
It is a blessing for me to be able to take one more step forward."
Tu Shanjun felt incomprehensible and patted Meng Zhi on the shoulder: "You say you are my apprentice, but I hope you can go your own way."
"What way?"
"The Immortal Road."
Mengzhi did not expect that Mr. Hu would have such high hopes for him. This feeling of trust made him feel heavy.
He couldn't help but cup his hands and said: "Disciple will definitely live up to the teacher's respect."
"Your realm is not yet solid."
"You also need Yinhun Dan to increase your mana."
"Only in this way can we have the power to protect ourselves."
"Disciple understands." Meng Zhi held his hand.
In the past, he lacked resources and opportunities, so he traveled around. Now that he has everything, he naturally has to digest the treasures of heaven and earth, wait for his own realm to improve, and then return to the ancient city of Guxian Tower.
As it happened, Mr. Hu showed him a clear path, so Mengzhi settled in the valley where he practiced martial arts.
…
The dark gold monk who ran out of the barrier space returned to the ancient city. A strange color flashed in his eyes. He crossed the city gate safely and walked into the city protection formation. Compared with a few years ago, the ancient city of Guxian Tower has not changed.
, the changes in this big city are so slight that many monks will never see it in their lifetime.
Mengzhi originally thought that his return would stir up the storm.
Unexpectedly, when he walked into the city, he realized that the practice world was still the same practice world as before.
"Senior looked at me with surprise."
The boy waiting at the door to catch the bus asked tentatively.
The boy lowered his head.
He didn't dare to look at this monk wearing a pale golden robe.
Meng Zhi looked at the other party and couldn't help but smile.
What on earth was he expecting?
He didn't want others to know about his fate, and he seemed to hope that they would recognize him.
I don’t know where this ambivalence comes from. Maybe it’s because the desire in my heart is still at work. Otherwise, I always feel like I’m returning home in fine clothes but traveling at night in fine clothes.
Walking at night in fine clothes is walking at night in fine clothes.
To avoid being hated by others.
In this ancient city, Yuanying monks are nothing at all.
He happened to have gained Taoism and naturally changed his appearance. Although he still retained about 30% to 40% of his original charm, it would be impossible for people who were not familiar with him to recognize him.
What's even better is that he is used to being alone, and his friends are no more than casual acquaintances.
Twenty years have passed.
There are still a few people who were acquaintances from back then.
"Take me for a ride." Meng Zhi stepped onto the carriage.
The dragon war horse lowered its head high.
The young man did not dare to raise the long whip in his hand carelessly.
"Snapped!"
The whip blade exploded in the air.
The dragon horses are running with hooves in the ancient city.
"What place is that?"
"Senior, are you talking about the Tongxing Escort Bureau? It is said that the Mr. Wang of the Escort Bureau is the Great True Lord, and he is a great man in the world with a furious sword. The most important thing is that Mr. Wang has no children, so he adopts many adopted sons, and there are lucky ones every year.
I can become the disciple of Mr. Wang and become the young master of the escort agency."
The boy's eyes were filled with envy.
For an ordinary Qi practitioner, this is tantamount to reaching the sky in one step.
"What about those?"
The boy didn't know why he was so quick to point at the dark-gold-haired monk. He followed the sound and looked at the crowded building boats above the canal and river in the distance. The building boats were flying a huge whale flag, and the giant whale was like a giant whale in the wind.
It attacks the waves and stirs up ripples, but it itself remains motionless.
"Sea Whale Gang."
"Controlled the water transportation canal of Dong'anfang in the ancient city, and the cultivation level of his gang chief... is said to be even higher than that of Mr. Wang."
The boy replied with a serious face.
"this?"
"The Short Clothes Gang, a group of Kuhaha people who were born based on the water transport terminal, their leader..."
"..."
"What about that one?"
"Hongpao Xingyishe is a local evil boy..."
"..."
"Sword Forging Society."
"Alchemy Practice."
"..."
"Those families are incredible."
"That is the property of the Hehuan Sect, and this is the business of the Beast Control Sect."
Meng Zhi nodded slightly.
These are all well-established sects that span the world, and there are many branch sects in various places.
With his current strength, no matter how much he wants to become famous, there is no way he can step on the corpses of those big old sects.
In such a large sect, the geniuses under it are like a crucian carp crossing the river, not to mention the old monster who lives in the Holy Land. Just a yawn can make him die without a burial place.
Tapping his index finger on his knee, Meng Zhi frowned and muttered: "These three hundred and sixty lines each have heroes and heroes who make the decision. They are flying flags openly, but they are intricately connected secretly. But I can't cut a hole in them. If there is no business to make a living,
My cultivation alone is not enough to convince everyone."
“How can you achieve both fame and fortune?”
"How can you rely on fame and fortune to get ahead?"
He wanted to run the shop again, but Mr. Hu told him that the Yinhun Pill was fine for his own use, but selling the goods to others would eventually lead to someone seeing the problem. If he checked more carefully, he would also be able to connect the Yinhun Pill and the Soul Banner.
At the same time, instead of fame and fortune, Meng Zhi will be killed.
"Hey, I have this Taoist body, so why worry about failing to achieve great things?"
Meng Zhi, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, sank into consciousness.
Said: "Old Fox, who do you think I should choose as my target?"
"Challenging people on their doorsteps means destroying people's jobs. If they succeed, that's it. If they don't succeed, their lives will be in danger."
"Do you really want to do this?"
Hearing the voice, Meng Zhi nodded without hesitation and said: "Jianghu people have their own way of getting ahead."
A red-haired kid with green face and fangs appeared on his shoulder and looked at Meng Zhi.
He had already felt that this disciple had a great gambling habit.
It’s not because of the gambling nature of gambling, but because I like to walk on the edge of a knife when doing things.
Tu Shanjun did not refute what Meng Zhi said.
The fastest way for a monk to become famous is to challenge the older generation of monks who have already become famous.
The genius who transcends ranks and kills enemies is always the protagonist of everyone's gossip.
Although Tu Shanjun was somewhat disapproving, he didn't know what to say. He thought about it and said, "Hehuan Sect and Yushou Sect are both established sects. If you collide with them, it's like throwing an egg against a stone."
"Most of the local guilds are run by families and sects. There are small ones and old ones. They are endless and endless."
"The Sea Whale Gang controls Dong'an's water transportation. The leader of the gang, Hai Rugui, is the pinnacle of the True Lord. He happens to be a suitable candidate."
"The only thing to consider is the person behind Hai Rugui. The person behind him is not simple."
Meng Zhi's dark golden eyes flashed: "I heard that Hai Rugui is quite old."
"Sometimes being older is a disadvantage."
"As your energy, blood, and magic power decline, your courage will also weaken."
