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Chapter 1200 Check in
Ningxia made a lot of decisions after talking with Zhenjun Yuanheng that day.

Obviously, the elders of this evil place in southern Xinjiang are well aware of it.Since I knew what to do and finally chose to come in, I must have my own arrangements.So Ningxia has settled down.

Moreover, the existence of the red diamond rope has temporarily solved this problem, and Ningxia is not as anxious as before.He only secretly warned himself not to wander around, this area obviously still hides some unknown secrets.

After resting at the inn for a day, the members of the Wuhua faction finally left the inn and entered the inner city to formally look for a place to rent.

Not to mention anything else, this main city located in the center of southern Xinjiang has a unique flavor of Jiangnan water town.

This continent is different from the country in Ningxia's previous life, and there is no obvious difference in climate.The climate in the southeastern border area is similar, with four distinct seasons and average dryness and humidity. The landscape seems to be similar everywhere.

But this trip to southern Xinjiang allowed them to experience the unique customs of the water town.

Along the road are white walls and green tiles, small bridges and weeping willows. The girls passing by are all dressed in clear-colored muslin gauze clothes, holding paper umbrellas, and half of their pretty faces are looming, which perfectly sets off the feminine beauty of the women.

The moss rolls on the edge of the bluestone slab, the green is a bit dazzling, against the crystal dew, bursting out a burst of vitality.

If it weren't for the inexplicable magnetic field here, this place can be described as a well-deserved tourist attraction.

Just coupled with the problem of the loss of spiritual power, this pleasant land seems mysterious inside and out in Ningxia's eyes.

"Wow--"

"I asked that little girl when I was shopping just now. It is said that the reconstruction of southern Xinjiang was based on the prototype of the remaining buildings as much as possible. Especially the nearby subsidiary islands and outer cities were rebuilt one by one." He Haigong passed by the small stall, When you see something interesting, you will buy it, and after a while, you will come back after hearing a lot of gossip.

In the fall of Shenluozong, the victors burned, killed and looted, and the civil strife in southern Xinjiang turned into a melee. It took nearly a thousand years to completely calm down.

The melee also produced a group of winners, who replaced Shen Luozong as the ruler of the land.Although it is no longer the dominance of the past, it is gradually recovering relying on the heritage of this land.

Looking at this piece of land now, it looks like a bustling and prosperous place, and you can't see the scars and sufferings it has suffered in the past.

Legend has it that the families in power are all descendants of Shenluozong, and they have a special plot for Shenluozong.Even after many years, the prosperity has disappeared, and the former glory has long been turned into loess, they still miss the past that they can't go back.

Therefore, in addition to the central parcel, the regional part, including the landscape outside the main city, was rebuilt according to the original appearance.

That is to say, what the places of Shenluozong were like back then, they look like now.

However, the inner city, that is, the place where Shenluozong's land was not restored, but was handed over to the various families for redistribution and construction.It is now the settlement of the upper-class monks in southern Xinjiang, and it is rare for ordinary monks to get a glimpse of it.

A group of disciples of the Wuhua School rented an inn called "Siyilou" near the inner circle of the main city.

The father of the boss used to be a handyman disciple in the Wuhua Sect. Because of his ordinary talent, he left the sect according to the rules and was accidentally exiled to the southern Xinjiang area.Later, he married an ordinary woman in southern Xinjiang, started a family and started a business, and gradually worked hard to create such a decent property.

Siyi Tower can be considered as a well-known emerging inn on the outskirts of the main city, and even competes with some old local inns.

As soon as the other party heard that they were from the Wuhua Sect, they were enthusiastic, and immediately arranged the best rooms for all the Wuhua Sect disciples.Then mobilized the entire inn to help accommodate the disciples.

After a while, the busy people enjoyed the spacious and comfortable room, hot water, and the traditional spiritual food of the Wuhua School.Home away from home and nothing more than that.

After rushing all the way, everyone is really tired, and they really need to take a good rest.

The true kings explained the precautions and dispersed the team, allowing everyone to move freely.Seeing that the elders seemed to have their own affairs to do, the younger disciples did not dare to go out of line, so naturally they all agreed to the warnings from the elders.

It's just that as soon as the people left, some of them ran out of the inn like they were having fun, and went to have some fun.

"Zhenjun and the others are really relieved? They let everyone go at once, what if something happens to them?" Jin Lin shook his head.

Probably because of what happened in Xunyang City, he was more sensitive about safety.

On weekdays in the sect, when the little disciples from the formation hall go out alone, they will accompany them for a while, for fear that they will be unlucky and encounter accidents outside.

Seeing those fellow disciples turn their heads, they put aside Zhenjun Yanyang's instructions, with disapproval on their faces.

"Ah Hai, don't worry. The brothers and sisters who come here this time are all capable, and all of them are smart and capable. When something happens, we old-fashioned people may not be as good as others."

"Besides, before we came, the sect also divided us into teams. There are older and sensible monks following us, so nothing will happen."

Zhenjun Yuanheng had the least number of disciples, that is, the dozen or so people in the Formation Hall, plus Ning Xia and others who already had quotas.There is basically no need to bother, just roughly organize a small team, and the Consul of the real mirror.

However, the team supervisor "existed in name only" and Zhenjun Yuanheng temporarily borrowed him away.Now Jin Lin is temporarily in charge of the young disciples, but he feels that his ability is limited, so he dare not lead this group of young people with different cultivation levels to go out for a stroll.

So Ningxia, He Haigong and Jinlin, the three with the highest cultivation bases, stayed here to guard the young disciples.

As long as Daoist Mingjing comes back, there will be nothing wrong with them. Those of them who have a certain level of cultivation can let go of the wind a little and go for a walk around.

"When will Master Mingjing come back? I also want to go outside..." He Haigong heaved a long sigh.

"I don't know. Don't even think about it, just stay here with us to watch people. If a junior brother escapes, the master of the mirror seat will scold us to death when he comes back."

"Oh, it's hard to get a chance to see the legendary southern border. I don't want to stay in the inn and look at people's heads." He Haigong turned his head slightly to look at the crowd downstairs.

The Siyi Building is located in a very lively commercial street on the outskirts, and it is dedicated to foreigners. The daily flow of people is very large, and there are foreign monks wearing different sect costumes coming and going.Of course, there are also many local people, but these people come here to do business aiming at the business opportunities here.

They were sitting on the second floor in Ningxia. They were lucky enough to occupy a seat near the window, and they could see the bustling scene below when they turned their heads slightly.It has a very secular style, and the constant flow of people easily reminds Ningxia of the bustling scene of a modern commercial street.

(End of this chapter)