In the lobby of the Xianling City Inn, the middle-aged shopkeeper's fingers stopped tapping the abacus beads at some point.
The inn suddenly fell into a brief silence, and then exploded.
Most of the talented young masters from all over the world looked complicated and confused for a while, and they were a little ugly.
Regarding Si Chen's name, it was just a chat after dinner and tea between them and the eldest lady of Shifang City, who had a private face, with a bit of disdain and disdain.
Not to mention, the first requirement to become the lord of Xianling City is to have the blood of an immortal. Since ancient times, there has never been a precedent for a guest monk to occupy this Xianling City on behalf of his master.
An extremely ridiculous idea suddenly came into everyone's mind.
My dear...did I get confused and made a mistake?
On the other side of the city wall, a blue young butterfly dressed in silver light armor was thinking about how to spend all his efforts to seize the handsome face that the dead ghost was not lucky enough to enjoy.
At this moment, the two ancient seal characters shining brightly on the long monument were like a hammer, instantly smashing the small thoughts in her heart into pieces.
She was dumbfounded and speechless, unable to think of how this little husband could become the Lord of the City.
Yun Rong, who was drinking a pot of old wine from the inn, put a piece of broken silver on the counter. She raised her head and glanced at the elegant attic room: "It's really strange."
The Emperor's empress has a clairvoyance that can penetrate the heaven and the earth. It may be difficult for others to detect it, but it is impossible for her to not know the identity of the corpse demon boy.
But even so, he was still chosen by the empress.
The innkeeper smoothly put the ingot of silver back into his pocket. He touched the two small beards on his lips and said with a smile: "Everything you do has its own meaning. Junior sister, after finishing this pot of wine, be careful."
The student is ready."
Yun Rong tied the wine flask on his wrist. After hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Is the sect leader coming to Xianling City in person?"
The innkeeper smiled and said: "After all, this time the city lord is different from the past. The empress descended to earth to personally select the city lord. The sect master naturally wants to come here to sincerely congratulate the city lord on his succession."
People in the inn walked out one after another, and the shrine was crowded with darkness.
Some people questioned, some cheered, some praised, and some started to argue with each other about this unrealistic result.
Most of the people cheering and praising were the guest monks who were rescued by Bai Lian, but their voices were not loud. After all, the host family was defeated at this moment, and it was a time of shame.
Compared to the endless noisy crowd, Balian looked at the long monument in the distance with a calm expression.
Suddenly, in his desolate and empty life, the tears of the immortals that he had asked for suddenly seemed not as important as he imagined.
It has been a long time since we entered the city, and before we knew it, it was early spring.
Qingxuan, the female official of the Seal Department, held the seal and walked through the three thousand long steps between the Shinto. She came to the door of the inn, and her voice was clear and clear, sweeping the city: "It is built like the sky and covered like the earth. This is the Immortal Mausoleum.
The seal is an important weapon of the city, only the weapon and name cannot be faked."
She held up the Changze City Seal in her hand and said solemnly: "Please take Si Chen's name to receive the seal and canonize it!"
Master Shenbao glanced at Balian and said, "This is a good thing, why can't you look happier."
Bailian didn't say anything. He took out his glass umbrella and opened it, then went out and walked downstairs.
Su Jing followed closely.
Master Shenbao had no intention of following him. He suddenly seemed to remember something and said to his back: "When choosing a master in the past generations of Xianling City, the new master would hold the city seal in his hand like a treasure chest of palace weapons.
An immortal weapon, if possible, I hope you can choose a sword."
After walking down the stairs of the inn, the shopkeeper at the counter was not as excited as the crowd. Instead, he held his chin and practiced cursive writing on the rice paper with a brush.
Bailian glanced at it briefly and felt that the writing was really rough and wild, just like a chicken claw ghost drawing, which was unsightly.
He shook his head and quickly looked away. He came outside the inn and saluted the female official Qingxuan.
Qingxuan glanced at the crowd from the corner of his eye, and then looked at the unusually calm young man in front of him. His black eyes seemed to be full of worries, but there was no hint of joy.
She just thought that the name of the city lord appeared suddenly today, without any cause and effect, and it was inevitable that others would be unwilling and hostile.
Qing Xuandao: "A gentleman is tolerant, but a villain is jealous. Since this seal was handed over to you by me, you don't have to worry about it."
Balian didn't know how to respond to this misunderstood comfort for a moment, so he had to lower his head and remain silent.
Qingxuan couldn't stand the man's tepid temperament, so he said nothing more and said calmly: "Follow me into the palace."
Every time the city lord of Xianling City succeeds to the throne, Qingxuan Nu Guan will give a banquet to all parties, and the city lord needs to enter the palace in advance.
Today is even different from the past. Today's Xianling City has an empress sitting in it.
Balian nodded in agreement.
Qingxuan glanced sideways at the woman in white behind him, his eyes quietly passing over the dead vines on the two of them. There seemed to be surprise in his eyes, but it was not obvious.
She said calmly: "This is the vine of the Siren. It needs to be dissolved with the energy of Gengjin. The ceremony of succession cannot be delayed. From this point of view, I have to bother the young master of Taixuan Sect to accompany him."
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This is the second time that Bai Lian came to the palace in the inner courtyard of Xianling City.
As he walked around the corner of the corridor, he couldn't help but think of the inner demon Yun Rong again. For a moment, he couldn't understand why he could freely enter and leave the Holy Palace if he was the inner demon.
With this doubt, he was placed in a main hall by the female officer Qingxuan.
This main hall also has a small hall inside. It must have been specially taken care of because of the embarrassment between him and Su Jing at the moment.
After Qingxuan explained some simple etiquette and procedures for the night banquet, he did not stay for long. He put down the city lord's robe and told him to change it. At the next watch, a junior official from the inner palace would lead him to the banquet.
Su Jing behaved extremely quietly all the way. Even when she entered the Holy Palace, which was admired by thousands of people, she meditated calmly and calmly as if she were entering a simple room.
After changing into the city lord's robe, Bai Lian pushed open the screen and walked out. Counting the days, it had been three days since he left the Bronze Gate.
During these three days, he took Ji Ying's body back to the alley and buried it in the Hanyuan. As for Ji Ying's ghost spirit, after getting the aura of Xu Yin's spirit from Pi Mo Bird, he could always stay in Xianling City.
Guard Ji San'er.
Xianling City is different from the mortal world. It is extremely tolerant to ghost cultivators or dead spirits. If they are not evil spirits, they will not go out of their way to kill or expel them.
The news of Fang Geyu's death could not be hidden from Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan. That night, Lin Yuan sat by the Changhu Lake and spent the whole night in a daze. At dawn, with red eyes, she told Bai Lian that she wanted to return to Kongcang.
Mountain.
Lin Guiyuan, however, chose to stay in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance and continue to practice ghost talismans for those in the Immortal Alliance.
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