Chapter 238.
At the beginning of fall, Dongwu Walled City was a bit more lively than usual.
This large city fortress with a population of tens of thousands was located at the eastern foothills of the Tianyun Mountain Range, occupying a large valley named after the many sycamore trees that grew in the valley.
Although a misty rain was falling in the sky, there were still many people coming and going in the city fortress.
Along the long street paved with green stone slabs, Wang Chen held an oil-paper umbrella and mixed among the bustling crowd, slowly walking forward.
Half a month ago, he came to this scattered cultivator’s fortress far away from Yunyang’s hometown, and settled down in Dongwu fortress with the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi cultivation and three hundred lower spirits.
With his new home.
Dongwu Walled City was established very early in time, and the owner of the Walled City has been replaced for many terms.
Currently holds the power is a name of Xin Han’s Purple House on the person, the village in the number of more than half of the number of cultivators, the other part of both ordinary mortals, but also is being transformed into a quasi-cultivator, as well as some of the innate martial artists.
The residents of the fortress were a mixed bag, but under Xin Han’s strong control, it was quite stable.
There were countless scattered cultivator fortresses in the outer domain, but there were very few fortress masters who possessed a Purple Mansion cultivation.
Because the weight of a Purple Mansion cultivator was not light, most sects would welcome them with open arms and give them corresponding treatment.
Even if a first-timer couldn’t enter the inner sect’s core, there was still no problem mixing with an elder in the outer sect.
The cultivation environment and cultivation resources of the sects are incomparable to those of the scattered cultivators.
Just exceptions will always exist, some of the purple house itself is a casual cultivator, relying on their own strength to break open the house, and is not willing to go to the Immortal Sect by the constraints of others, so they would rather be a “king of the mountain” to get away with it.
Wang dust is also after some careful selection, before selecting Dongwu Zhai as their own training place.
Small hidden in the mountains and forests, hidden in the city, for a qi cultivator, forests, springs and wilderness is not really suitable for diving cultivation, because no man’s land or the aura is thin, or coiled with demonic beasts and even evil spirits.
Although Wang Chen had a lot of cultivation resources, even if he ran away to a remote place to cultivate alone, there was no problem.
However, he chose Dongwu Walled City after much deliberation.
Spirit tide has risen, the great calamity is coming, no man’s land is treacherous and unpredictable, the most important thing is that the news is completely closed, the outside world does not know what is happening at all, it is too passive.
Dongwu Village has a large number of loose cultivators, the owner of the village is a Zifu cultivator, but also in the city fortress arranged a protective spell formation.
It is said that after the opening of the formation, the number of more Purple House can not break through!
Walking along, Wang Chen stopped in front of a familiar teahouse, then collected his umbrella and went in.
“Immortal master inside please ……”
The chubby shopkeeper personally came over to receive him and attentively greeted Wang Duan as he sat down in the seat by the window.
He pinched a hemp towel and wiped the tea table that had long been worn out of the batter, and asked, “Is it the same as before?”
“Uh-huh.”
Wang Dust nodded and discharged ten broken spirits on the table board.
The rules of the wine shops and teahouses here were to pay first and serve the meal later, to prevent people from maliciously skipping the bill by virtue of their stature.
Some loose cultivators would really rush out such shameless things.
During this period of time, he would go to this teahouse every afternoon to sit and order a pot of spirit tea and a plate of pastries.
While practicing the Five Elements Technique, he listened to the gossip of the teahouse patrons.
After coming more often, he naturally became familiar with the shopkeeper.
“Alright!”
The fat shopkeeper turned his head and shouted, “A pot of spirit tea, a plate of osmanthus cakes!”
His shout was very precise, the higher the tone of the word “spirit tea”, the higher the grade required.
What Wang Chen ordered was just ordinary spirit tea, but what the fat shopkeeper sent up was slightly better.
It was also an interesting character.
It is said that this shopkeeper was once a famous figure in the Jianghu of Daqian, because he committed a major crime before risking his life to run away from the Immortal Cultivation World, and finally landed in Dongwuzhai to open a teahouse.
As for what crime was committed, then no one can say clearly.
In fact, many of the people who are making a living in the outer regions, whether they are cultivators or mortals, have their own wonderful stories.
The fat shopkeeper was just one of the many.
Wang Chen poured himself a pot of hot tea and reached for a piece of cinnamon cake to taste.
The flavor was quite good.
The osmanthus is last year’s honey-brewed osmanthus, and the ingredients of the white cake are the new rice harvested at the end of the summer, so the two have a unique flavor.
His eyes looked out the window, as if he was traveling out of the sky.
In fact, every word spoken by the teahouse patrons, even the whispers exchanged between each other, could not escape the hearing of Wang Chuan, who had two minds.
Wang dust can sift out some useful information from it.
But there wasn’t much fresh news today.
Nearly half a year had passed since the Yunyang Sect ran away from the road world, and it was still the center of everyone’s conversation.
It was just that many of the rumors were absurd and made people giggle to hear.
As for the Guiyuan Sect, which had annexed the Yunyang Sect’s territory, not many people had good things to say about it.
Most of the arguments were “even the worst Yunyang is better than Guiyuan Sect”, Wang Chen did not expect Yunyang Sect’s prestige to be so high that it was still remembered after such a long time.
The tea drinkers even mentioned the human hunting case, firmly believing that this is the work of the Guiyuan Sect!
The Yunyang Sect’s reputation in the outer regions was obviously very good.
Wang Chen could only say, “It’s all because of my peers.”
Thinking back to what he had experienced in the Yunyang Sect, he couldn’t help but shake his head.
Suddenly, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl holding a baby girl, in order to avoid the rain outside getting heavier and heavier, hurriedly ran to the eaves of the teahouse.
It happened to be standing outside Wang Dust’s window.
The little girl lying on the shoulders of the young girl is only four or five years old, with a pair of big, dark eyes.
Also tied two twisted pigtails.
She took a look at Wang Duan who was close by, her eyes then fell on the osmanthus cake and she couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.
It was obvious that the little one was very greedy.
But she didn’t open her mouth to ask for it either, just drooling out of the corners of her mouth.
Wang Dust looked amused, so he picked up the dim sum plate on the table and handed it to her.
This little one easily touched Wang Dust’s heart, reminding him of Yuan Yuan.
After the Yun Yang Sect took Tai Hao Feng and flew up to the upper realm, the divine soul bond between Wang Chuan and Yuan Yuan was broken.
It could no longer sense its existence.
Based on what he had learned, Wang Chuan deduced that Yuan Yuan should have followed Bai Susu and hitchhiked to the Upper Realm.
If that was the case, there was no telling how long it would be before they could meet each other!
Looking at the osmanthus cake that was delivered in front of her, the little girl held back again and again, and then under the encouragement of Wang Chuan’s eyes, she couldn’t bear the temptation, and only then carefully reached out her little hand to grab a piece of osmanthus cake.
The little girl was very polite, and after grabbing the osmanthus cake, she felt wrong and whispered, “Thank you.”
The young girl holding the little girl heard these words and immediately turned back.
But Wang Dust, who was originally sitting by the window, disappeared at this moment.
He went out of the teahouse.
Re-raising his oil paper umbrella.
Stepping on the rainwater flowing all over the ground.
Step by step, he traveled in the direction of his home.