Huang Qiutang was not familiar with most of the places and practice sites in the Southern Dynasties. When Wang Pingyang began to collect the coffins again, she asked: "What kind of place is this?"
"In the previous dynasty, Mumen County Jiange was one of the top ten training places in the south."
Wang Pingyang said: "It is said that among the three saints of Nantian, the saint who did not support Xiao Yan's ascension to the throne was born in the Mumen County sword pavilion. Therefore, after that saint was defeated, the Mumen County sword pavilion ended up very miserable. Now, although the Mumen County sword pavilion
He is still there, and has not been directly exterminated, but he has almost no decent disciples. All the powerful practitioners in the sword pavilion are gone, and there are only a group of practitioners in the Ruyi realm and the Ming Palace realm. Those practitioners are still there
The original Jiange can only be regarded as mediocre, and many of them were disabled in the battle. Although it was only six or seven years ago, the Jiange is now a nursing home, and it has not been mentioned much for a long time."
Huang Qiutang already understood what Wang Pingyang said before he finished listening.
"It doesn't matter whether you can fight or not, or whether you are disabled or not. The key is that you must have a certain level of true energy cultivation."
She looked at Wang Pingyang and said seriously: "So for those who practice the Demon Sect's skills, it is best to have a place like this where there are a large number of practitioners waiting to die waiting for them to kill and suck their corpses.
The vitality in the air. To them, Mumen County Jiange is no longer just these appetizers, but an unprecedented feast."
"Although the Mumen County Sword Pavilion has long been forgotten, in fact that saint among the Three Saints of the South only practiced in the Sword Pavilion when he was young, but because there were real saints, there are many practitioners who went to study."
Wang Pingyang nodded, "Although the remaining people in Jiange are all mediocre, I heard that there are still twenty or thirty people. These people are easy to kill, and it is impossible to find such a group of people gathered together to kill them elsewhere.
People kill.”
"If they are all people who can fight, even more than twenty Ming Palace realm practitioners may be difficult to deal with." Huang Qiutang thought for a while and said: "If we can improve a lot of cultivation in Mumen County, then from now on we can
If Lizhou and Beiyizhou fled to the border of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there would probably be no problem."
"Most of the people in the sword pavilion of Mumen County have been disabled." Wang Pingyang paused and said: "But apart from the useless people, there are not nothing in the sword pavilion."
Huang Qiutang was slightly startled, "Practice classics?"
Wang Pingyang nodded: "I don't know what agreement the saint and the emperor reached back then, but the sword pavilion has always been closed, raising those useless people, and no one has ever touched it, and no one has asked about it. There is a scripture in the sword pavilion.
', then it should still be there."
"So he can kill those people to improve his cultivation, and he can also seize the Bible." Huang Qiutang couldn't help but shook his head.
Because of the wishes of the Emperor of the Southern Dynasties, the sword pavilion could remain closed for so many years. Naturally, no one in the Southern Dynasties dared to go against the emperor's wishes at this time. However, practitioners who had acquired the Demon Sect's skills certainly did not need to care about the Emperor's wishes.
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The faint morning light shines on the county town of Mumen.
The county seat of Mumen County is spread out on a plain among several Cangshan Mountains. Under the reddish sunshine, although this county seat is small, it looks warm, just like an ordinary small town in the morning.
Many shops were scattered and opened early. Although they were not densely packed, they exuded vitality.
In a breakfast shop, thin-skin soup dumplings are steamed on the steamer, and noodle soup is cooked in a large iron pot on the stove. Although it is simple, most people who walk out of this breakfast shop look satisfied.
Zhou Xuanming breathed in the hot steam from the noodle soup, took a mouthful of thin-skin soup dumplings, and took a mouthful of noodle soup. His expression was also comfortable and satisfied.
After finishing a basket of steamed buns, he rubbed his slightly stretched belly and burped, then turned slightly sideways and looked at the three diners on a table next to him.
These three diners looked like porters. They wore straw sandals, rolled up their trouser legs, and had many holes in their linen clothes. They also looked very proud when eating, as if they were in a hurry.
"Is it really that delicious?"
Zhou Xuanming looked at the three diners quietly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "You have been chasing me for so long, are you really not tired?"
The three diners suddenly froze.
One of them still had half of the bun in his mouth, but he paused for a moment.
These three people were the first pursuers of these murderous murderers who came into contact with the Ministry of War. Although they were only practitioners in the Ming Palace realm, they all had some special methods of concealing their auras.
They had indeed been tracking this person's whereabouts these days, but it was purely an accident that they were able to catch him in this city.
When they entered this city and went to this breakfast shop, they really just wanted to have a good breakfast.
But they didn't expect that this murderer, who was killing people everywhere, would be so arrogant that he would live in an inn in the city without even trying to hide it, and come to have a leisurely meal at this breakfast shop in the early morning.
This kind of indifference means confidence.
Extreme fear arose in the hearts of these three people, and a biting chill surged from their bodies.
Zhou Xuanming smiled.
Sometimes he thinks these people are really stupid.
Who said that fugitives must hide and walk in the wilderness?
As long as you can kill the people who keep chasing you, then what's the problem?
Although the cultivation of these three people was not high, they were at least practitioners, so he was going to stand up and leave the shop while killing these three practitioners.
However, at this moment, his attention suddenly left these three people and was attracted by a girl walking by outside the breakfast shop.
This girl is not tall and looks a little thin.
She was wearing very ordinary clothes and was holding a horse. She was not particularly good-looking, but she was pretty and quiet.
No matter which street she is on, such a girl should not attract the attention of practitioners for a long time.
However, when Zhou Xuanming looked at her, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as the stars in the night sky.
In the depths of his eyes, fascination and greed began to flow.
This girl who didn't seem to notice him at all was a cultivator. Although others might not be able to tell that she was a cultivator, he was completely different from most cultivators in the world at this time.
He could feel the sweet smell of the true energy in this girl's body.
This girl's cultivation is much stronger than those three.
A grunt.
Although he was very full, he still couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he looked at this girl.
"Come here."
He stood up and shouted to the girl.
He didn't want to let go of this girl, and he also didn't want to let go of the three practitioners on the table next to him.
The girl turned her head strangely. She seemed to be thinking about something important, and her dazed face looked a little pitiful.