Legend of the Cultivation God

Chapter 420 Chapter Mochou Lake

Nie Qiang hasn't waited to talk, and the little orange next to him smiled: "Your young master is polite. If you are in our valley, the master still doesn't take out the bottom of the valley. You can rest assured that you are letting you see it." What kind of herb, even if you cut the herb and give you a straw hat, it is ok."

Nie Qianxi was a little shy and couldn't answer. Zhang Xiaohua touched her nose and said, "Isn't it a small orange that wants to use a herb to bring me a high hat? Then I don't do it."

Then, I turned around and asked: "Nie Xiaoyuer, you have always been self-sufficient, but know the two brothers of the Jianghu gang, what do you do to Mo Zhencheng?"

Nie Qianxi said with a smile: "I am a big brother, but when it comes to intelligence, how can a small woman be worthy of the wisdom and courage?"

There is some pride in words, and some joys, and the eyes are swaying.

Zhang Xiaohua wanted to open the topic. Seeing that Nie Qianyu also said this, he had to say: "I think they have a bright clothes and a gift. Is it estimated that they will visit the elders?"

The little orange smiled: "I think they might be gambling."

Zhang Xiaohua and Nie Qian were surprised and asked: "Where can I see?"

The little orange said: "If you go to meet the elders, you will not use the gift as a bet for any reason. Only these gifts are originally bets. This is not a problem. The loss is lost here, and the loss to Mocho City is also lost!"

The little orange was so arrogant that it was quite reasonable. Zhang Xiaohua knew that this was not possible. I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. I had to say, "Who knows, anyway, I know it, I can’t possibly take it. Let's go shopping for these things."

Nie Qianyu listened, and his eyes lit up. "Den’s big brother said that there is some truth. Mo Zhencheng will have some auctions every year. Merchants from all over the world will come to this transaction. Maybe it is selling things?"

"Auction?" Zhang Xiaohua’s eyes are also bright: "I read this name from books in my early years. The details in the inside are also slightly known. I didn't know it personally. I don't know if I can participate this time?"

The little orange smiled and said: "There are actually "auctions" in the three-character scriptures. It is not easy."

Nie Qianxi frowned: "The time of the auction is uncertain. I don't know if there is any time at this time. However, looking at the two of them, it really looks like it is a few days away from Mo Zhencheng. Let's go. Don't you know?"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded and asked: "From the city of Ruanhe to Mo Zhencheng, it should not be this official road. Do you know if the gang who chased you had an ambush in front?"

Nie Qianyu listened, and said proudly: "No big brother has to worry, this is already the sphere of influence of my rejuvenation. If it is not expected, the gang will not be stupid to cause trouble, unless they want to anger the south. Various factions."

"This way." Zhang Xiaohua was a little addicted. He wanted to ask why he didn't see the people who came back to Chungu, but some window papers were still good, so he laughed: "That's good, the next few days." I can sleep well with peace of mind."

The little orange listened straight and frowned. He said, "If you are a young master, you will know that you sleep. If you sleep and sleep, you will not see you fat."

Nie Qian groaned: "Small oranges, don't say anything."

Zhang Xiaohua stretched out and said: "This young master is a tired life, that is, to accompany you to see a peach blossom, but also to save people, where can you get fat? Right, little fish, this peach still continues to appreciate?"

Nie Qianxi shook his head and said: "This peach flower is bright, but it is too thick. It is not suitable for a long time. If it is a flower, it will be a good time, but it can be played for a long time. It is also very good. It is time to go. It is."

Zhang Xiaohua listened. He said, "Okay, no one is noisy anyway. I can't earn any gold anymore. I have to go well. The sky is full of red clouds. I have seen it."

Finished, turned the horse's head, the bell rang softly, and slowly drove out of the peach garden.

Out of the Taoyuan, all the way to the south, after a few days, seeing more people, the smile on the face of Nie Qianxi and the little orange increased.

However, during these few days, many young sons with a large group of family members, as well as some teams, hurriedly hit their carriages and watched the arrogance. I think the family is rich, every time, If Nie Qianxi knows, he will whisper and explain to Zhang Xiaohua. By the way, he will explain to him some of the patterns of the southern martial arts. If not, these young teenagers are all a group or a group of young masters.

“Is this year’s auction not ahead of schedule?” Nie Qian’s surprise: “This was held in the late spring, so it’s convenient for customers from afar. It’s only very early in February.”

Zhang Xiaohua does not care, only observes left and right, only waiting for the two factions to see each other's eyes, move hands, and make good decisions, and earn some gold by the way.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a few days, I have not encountered the second one.

Unconsciously, a winding high city is already in sight.

This is a city that looks very old. The huge blue brick wall is covered with moss. From the height of the darkness, there are some small trees sticking out of the branches. Nie Qianyu points to the city road of Mocho City: As a big brother, this Mo Zhen City has a long history, and it has a long history than the former Hecheng City and Pingyang City."

"Is it?" Zhang Xiaohua said: "I don't know this."

"Right, Ren Da Ge." Nie Qianzhen was not surprised, and pointed to the top three characters of the city gate, smiled and said: "You look at the word "Mo Yucheng"."

Zhang Xiaohua heard the sound and looked up. Sure enough, above the tall city gate, there were three big dragons and phoenixes, the word "Mo Yucheng", but it was written in ancient Chinese characters, quite the charm of the word "缥缈" on the Loushanzhuang upstairs.

Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment: "Is this the word "Mo愁 City"? Why haven't I seen it? It seems that the pen is very slender and seems to be some girls' pens."

Nie Qianyu listened to this, and the applause praised: "The big brother is really a tall man. These three words are ancient scripts. Now it is very useful. It is normal to not know if you are a big brother. However, you can actually see that this is a girl. Write it out, you can learn from the 'three-character classics'.

Zhang Xiaohua touched his chin and was not modest: "General, general."

The little orange whispered on one side.

Nie Qianyu went on to say: "It is said that the word of Mo Zhencheng is written by a fairy named Mo Yuen..."

"Xianren!?" Zhang Xiaohua was shocked and immediately intercepted Nie Qianxi's voice.

"Yeah, actually the city records of Mo's city, this Mo Zhencheng was built by the fairy named Mo's daughter. The word on the gate is of course written by her."

Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment and said: "The immortals I read in the book are all in the ancient times. It was a matter of 10,000 years ago. Even if there is a Mo Zhen girl, is this Mo Zhen City for 10,000 years?"

"Where is it." Nie Qianxi smiled and said: "Where there will be a city of 10,000 years? This is just a generation of repairs."

Zhang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It turns out that. But what about the fairy named Mo Yuen? Can you record in your city?"

"Of course!" At this time, the little orange is also answered.

"The story of Mo's niece has been told in the South. The young master is not aware of it. It can be seen that the ‘Three Character Classics’ is still not well written.”

Zhang Xiaohua was curious and asked: "Small orange, what do you tell me about the story of Mo愁?"

Nie Qianyu heard the words and said: "Ren brother, let's still be an advanced city. Seeing the sky is late and late, this Xichengmen is close to Mochou Lake. Waiting for Mochou Lake, what will the little girl tell you in detail?" ”

"That's good." Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed and kicked on the black horse's ass. The dark horse had long been used to it, and immediately pulled the carriage and flowed into Mo Zhencheng.

The layout of all the things in Mo Zhencheng, the wearing of pedestrians, the style of the shops are very different from that of Pingyang City. Zhang Xiaohua is very enjoyable.

Not long after, the carriage came to a green lake.

There are countless willow branches around the lake, which are also green and unusual, and there is a jade-like dam above the lake that divides the water into two.

I saw a tower standing on the corner of the lake. The sunset is just behind the tower. It seems to hang on the tip of the tower. The reflection of the tower is reflected in the turquoise water. It is not fascinating.

Nie Qianxi looked at Zhang Xiaohua and became fascinated. He whispered: "This is the most famous landscape of Mochou Lake. It is the Emei Tower. This tower is the Emei Tower."

“Oh?” Zhang Xiaohua heard an eyebrow and said, “Why is there such a sad name?”

Nie Qianyu listened, but also fascinated, said: "Yeah, Ren Brother, you are very emotional, immediately heard something from the name of this tower, I thought so."

Then, Nie Qianyu looked at the green lake and said sadly: "Because, Mo Zhenn is being pressed under the tower. Everyone who hears her story will sigh and sigh. So, this tower is called Emei for a long time. The original name is no longer mentioned."

"The fairy is under the tower?" Zhang Xiaohua heard, and the gods immediately let go. At this time, his knowledge is already a lot stronger than the desert island. The lake in this area is still a bit off.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua didn't talk, Nie Qianyu went on to say: "It is said that Mo Zhen female built this city and lived a happy life, but one day, she met a man named Night Maple on the shore of Mochou Lake. The two fell in love at first sight, fell in love, but the sky was red, this night maple was valued by an old monk named Xuankong, thinking that there is a spiritual root of the Buddha, it is necessary to cross the night maple into the empty door, Mo Zhen female certainly not Willing, the result is that Xu Mokong said that Mo Mou is a demon-born person, and casts a spell to push Mo Mou to this tower..."

While listening to Nie Qianyu to see the story, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the gods and looked down at the tower. As the gods went down, Zhang Xiaohua’s face became more and more strange. Finally, she was surprised!