This place is not in line with the Monster Clan. To the south is the Haoran Dynasty, which is dominated by Confucianism. There is a big difference between Confucianism and Buddhism.
Reading was popular in the Haoran Dynasty, and people paid attention to etiquette, integrity, and uprightness.
Because the Confucian exercises are somewhat similar to the Qingyun Sect's exercises, the relationship between the two sects is quite good.
Therefore, the southern border of the Shitang Dynasty was the most harmonious, and the people of the Haoran Dynasty were also the easiest to deal with.
The border between the two secular dynasties is also a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River. It does not look remote and impoverished at all. The climate is pleasant, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the drizzle in spring brings out a bit of the softness that should be expected in the south.
This is a small restaurant.
The signboard is a bit quaint, with a leather shed.
Some sake is warming in the tavern.
It adds a bit of warmth to the hazy rainy season.
"Hey, have you heard? Something seems to have happened to the Tianxia Dynasty." A traveling merchant whispered.
The drinkers who loved to join in the fun were curious: "What's wrong?"
"I don't know why, but suddenly the entire Tianxia Dynasty's products seemed to be sold out. I wanted to buy some local specialties, but I couldn't buy them. Moreover, the major chambers of commerce actually withdrew from Tianxia one after another as agreed.
In the Xia Dynasty, there was widespread dissatisfaction among the people. This trip to the merchants cost me a lot of money." The merchant complained.
"If there is such a thing, could it be a famine?"
"I don't think so. This is a top secular dynasty. With those immortals here, how can there be a famine?"
"Could it be that the taxes are too harsh?" said a young man who looked like a scholar: "If the taxes are too high, it will also make the merchants dissatisfied..."
"No way." A group of people talked incessantly.
The Tianxia Dynasty has always had a very good reputation.
At this moment, someone else whispered in a low voice: "It seems that this is not only happening in the Tianxia Dynasty, but also in the Wanqin Dynasty. There is a civil unrest now."
"It's true, it's so exaggerated."
"This can still be false. My cousin has just returned from the Tianxia Dynasty. However, the specific reason is not yet known. It is very likely that those immortals are involved."
Everyone looked surprised.
It's a big deal if it involves immortals.
"I hope it won't affect too much." Someone sighed and said, "The rise and fall, it is the common people who suffer."
What they were discussing was rising, which was probably a characteristic of the Haoran Dynasty.
Probably because of the strong reading atmosphere, people especially like to discuss national affairs.
"Huh, Immortal?" A black-faced man heard the conversation of these people and snorted coldly, showing contempt.
But he didn't say anything, and just continued to drink. The hot wine flowed into his stomach, but his expression did not change at all.
Anyway, these people will soon become the ghosts in his magic weapon.
This was the heartland of two secular dynasties.
The spiritual energy is not abundant.
Therefore, although it is prosperous, there are not many sects and families that cultivate immortality.
A place like this is just right for him to make waves.
No one noticed that two young men walked into the tavern.
He was a man of outstanding temperament. Although he was wearing coarse clothes, he could not hide his majestic appearance. His steps were steady, but as misty as clouds and mist, which made people feel hard to fathom.
The other one is tall and strong, with dark skin, and always has a naive smile on his face, which makes people feel good about him. His broad shoulders always give people a sense of security.
The dark-faced man just glanced at the two of them, and then continued drinking alone.
But the sturdy young man suddenly said: "Lin Xi, it seems to be him."
"Yes." The handsome man nodded: "Zhu Daotian is an evil cultivator in the late Jindan period. He once massacred cities many times during the Shitang Dynasty. He was very slippery and fled everywhere. The reward for the master's sect is worth fifty thousand sect points."
The dark-faced man who was still drinking suddenly changed his expression.
The two people in front of him actually called out his name.
"I didn't expect to meet him on the way. I'm really lucky." Lin Xi smiled slightly.
The dark-faced man looked at the two people in front of him coldly.
Elementary level of golden elixir?
He breathed a sigh of relief and then sneered.
Ridiculous, two Jindan beginners dare to come and catch me?
This is just right, and I can't help but feel angry after slaughtering this small town.
By killing two more golden elixir monks and adding them as ghost generals, the power of the Shengui Banner will definitely increase to another level.
Yes, Zhu Daotian is an out-and-out evil cultivator.
There are countless resentful souls in my hands.
For him, killing is not only to improve his strength, but also a kind of fun. Only when the blood flows from the killing can he feel comfortable and relaxed.
Such an evil cultivator will definitely grow into a top-notch demon as long as he survives.
Because his Taoist intention is to kill.
Such people don't even have inner demons.
Zhu Daotian stood up directly, and the aura on his body gradually came out, like a terrible wolf began to show its ferocity, and everyone in the tavern shuddered.
Why did the temperature suddenly drop today?
But the next moment, Lin Xi's body flashed, and he appeared next to Zhu Daotian in an instant. He was so fast that even Zhu Daotian didn't react.
"There are so many mortals here, don't scare them." Lin Xi put his hand on Zhu Daotian's shoulder.
A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Zhu Daotian's forehead.
what happened.
Why is this person so fast?
And there seemed to be an invisible small sword condensed in his hand, ready to pierce Zhu Daotian's neck at any time.
At that moment, the quality gap in the golden elixir seemed to give Zhu Daotian a slight palpitation.
He is a casual cultivator after all.
The quality of the golden elixir is only average.
But after all, Zhu Daotian was a butcher-like figure with his hands full of blood. He quickly calmed down: "You think you can kill me like this? You are really looking for death."
With a thought in his mind, the banner of gods and ghosts that had been practiced for decades was instantly sacrificed, and the ghostly aura seemed to engulf Lin Xi in an instant.
But just when the ghosts in the sky were about to appear, the Shengui Banner suddenly froze, and a voice like a demon from purgatory sounded in Zhu Daotian's mind.
Roar!!
He felt a tremor coming from his soul.
What's this!
Lin Xi took out the ghost flag from Zhu Daotian's arms lightly, but Zhu Daotian could not move at all, nor could he make any sound, because a wisp of black flame had ignited in his throat.
This god and ghost flag has been refined to the level of a peak magic weapon, and its ghost energy is pure, like something from the underworld.
"It seems that you have killed a lot of people after the sacrifice has been carried out to this extent." Lin Xi's eyes were slightly cold.
Zhu Daotian's eyes were full of fear.
Who is this person?
Although he is only at the beginning of the Golden elixir, why can he destroy his own god and ghost banner in an instant?
Immediately afterwards, the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.
Because his internal organs have been burned to powder by the karma fire of hell.
A bang.
Zhu Daotian lay heavily on the wine table.
Many people came over looking for fame.
Lin Xi was surprised: "Why are you drinking like this? If you can't drink enough, just don't drink. Waiter, pay the bill."
After saying that, he slapped a couple of silver coins on the table, then picked up Zhu Daotian's body and walked out of the small restaurant slowly.
Everyone withdrew their gaze.
Turns out he was an alcoholic.
Then they continued discussing the original topic.
No one knew that they had just passed by a massacre.
Lin Xi walked out of the small restaurant. The drizzle was misty, but not a drop fell on him and Shi Zhong. The pedestrians were leisurely and comfortable, and the pace of life was slow and relaxed.