Zhao Ge: 13. Zongmenhui City

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That's probably what a fairy should look like.

Looking down at the vicissitudes of life, the world is backhanded.

Shen Changge's first yearning for the immortal life.

It's a pity that after that time, Bailishu returned to the Jiuxuanmen and entered the closed state again. Counting carefully, Bailishu joined Jiuxuanmen for nineteen years, and nine out of ten of them were in retreat.

The disciples of the Nine Profound Sects of nine levels and nines above are in a state of "hearing the name and not looking for a face" to this well-known big brother.

With mixed thoughts, the closed door opened, and a thin young man in a white robe walked out.

"Wait for a long time."

Baili nodded slightly and said softly.

Shen Changge shook his head quickly: "I came early. Brother, shall we go now?"

"Let's go." Bailishu brushed his robe, and the door behind him closed silently. He glanced at Shen Changge and motioned to him to lead the way.

Shen Changge is not surprised. With Baili's reclusive temperament, I don't know where Huishi is normal.

As Shen Changge, he does not have the qualifications to walk side by side with the Jiuxuanmen elder brother. Although Bai Lishu seems indifferent to these, Shen Changge is still half a step behind him and introduces the Jiuxuanmen city.

In fact, each peak and vein has its own small meeting city, which is open daily. But this time Shen Changge invited Baili to go to the meeting city of the entire Zongmen, once a month, in a narrow and flat valley at the junction of Xuanshuang Peak and Xuance Peak.

Xuanshuangfeng...Xuancefeng...

It is not surprising that Bailishu is located at the junction of these two places.

The tribute to the sect in the secular business and dynasty has always been handled by Xuan Shuangfeng, and Xuan Cefeng is the most sensitive eye and eye of the sect. More than two-thirds of the tasks in the mission hall are given by Xuan Cefeng Out of the news rating.

"Generally, the chief disciples of all peaks in Zongmenhui City will go..." Shen Changge said, and suddenly paused.

The relationship between the disciples of these various peaks and veins is not all very harmonious, there are many people like him who dislike each other with Hezhou. So this nominal Zongmenhui City is actually a time for disciples from all peaks and veins to compete privately. And the chief disciples of all peaks and veins are all proud and arrogant masters, and now that they are sparsely separated, the group of people may not be at peace.

Bai Li glanced at him lightly: "Don't worry too much."

He was just like taking back the "Three Profound Emperors" at Biyong Pavilion on that day. His tone was calm, and he couldn't hear half of the joy or anger in his voice, but it was clear that there were things in his heart. The sense of definite number.

Shen Changge was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "It's the brothers who worry too much, so naturally Brother Baili won't worry about this."

The guys in the sect are just geniuses. Senior Brother Baili is a genius.

Bai Lishu gathered Shen Changge's thoughts to the bottom. He lowered his eyes slightly and quietly looked at his pale and bloodless hands, and the green veins on the back of his almost transparent hands were clearly visible. Under the skin and flesh, in the veins where blood is flowing, the hidden poison is spreading out in a fine and dense manner every moment, and it is cut silently like a thin paper blade.

He moved his hand, putting his pale fingertips into his sleeve.

Although the valley where Zongmenhui City is located is long and narrow, its area is not small, about the size of a small city in the secular world. There is a bluestone at Taniguchi, and he wrote: "It's hard to find a daughter for a single thought, because it comes from the world." The handwriting is chic and elegant. Entering it, Lie Linghuai counts hundreds of rows. There is no walled house, and there are small shops under the trees. The disciples will be here, each carrying out the things needed for cultivation, and trading together.

As soon as he stepped into the meeting city, the voices rushed towards his face, and Baili was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly he remembered that Zeng I heard someone talk about the scene of the temple fair: "Walking one after another, with loud voices, noisy gongs and drums, and cars and horses jamming."

In a room where the fragrance of sandalwood does not diminish the smell of medicine, he was lying on a sickbed, quietly listening to the people outside the window talking about the noise of the temple fair, while analyzing the changes in the trade route, he slowly floated in front of him Many tourists are laughing and walking through. Those people were talking about Yueling Nongsang. They didn't know that there was a commercial road tens of thousands of miles away that was about to be cut off, and they didn't know that the price of tea on the market would drop by a few cents after the commercial road was broken.

They live ignorantly, but lively.

Now he has stepped into the noise himself instead.

"Brother, here we are."

The strangeness of Bailishu was only momentary, and Shen Changge didn't notice it.

Baili responded in a low voice, condensed his thoughts, and walked in.

He didn't come here to buy or sell things, so he didn't go fast all the way. Shen Changge was so happy that Bailishu walked slowly, following behind him along the way, explaining some of the rules of the meeting in a low voice from time to time. Because it was originally a transaction between disciples, in fact, there are not many real treasures of genius, but they are more practical.

The two of them didn't think so, and everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

"Brother, shouldn't that person be Senior Brother Shen?"

Under a relatively low locust tree, a disciple of Xuan Cemen who looked a little lazy in gray clothes, a spirited spirit, stretched out his hand and pulled the dozing youth next to him.

The young man he called the "senior brother" has a badge symbolizing the disciple of the inner door hung on his waist, and the cuffs are embroidered with Lingxiao Bird. Hearing what Junior Brother said, he didn't lift his eyelids, and dragged a long tone: "Brother Shen, Brother Shen, has a wool relationship with us. Don't be lazy, brat, just show me the shop."

"No, how come Senior Brother Shen's temperament is above the top..." The gray-clothed disciple could not find half an adjective for a while, "Ah, brother, have you seen Senior Brother Shen lead the way? Also all kinds of...hmm... after busy?"

"Huh?!"

The young man got up abruptly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Boy, you were knocked out by someone with your pulse and started talking nonsense? Lead the way? Busy? Shen Changge?"

"Look at it for yourself!" The disciple in gray clothes didn't even dare to believe his eyes, and simply pointed to a place to let the lazy young man take a look.

Looking in the direction of the grey-clothed disciple’s fingers, the young man rubbed his eyes, and for a long time he said: "Is the sun coming out to the west?"

I saw them slanting in front of them. The face always had a smirk. The chief disciple of Qianmai, who had a high self-esteem and a cruel and more toxic mouth, was turning his head and saying something to a young white-clothed youth, Yixuan Cefeng's reputation swears that the smile on Shen Changge's face this time is absolutely sincere.

"No!"

The youth suddenly realized something. He stared at the thin young man standing beside Shen Changge.

"That's...that's..."