long night walk

Chapter 518
The fingers of the middle-aged shopkeeper who kept tapping the abacus beads in the lobby of the Xianling City Inn stopped at some point.

The inn suddenly fell into a brief silence, and then exploded.

Most of the talented young masters Jiaojiao who came from all over the world had complex and puzzled faces for a moment, and they were faintly ugly.

As for Si Chen's name, it was just their after-dinner tea chat with Miss Shifang City's illicit face, with a bit of contempt and contempt for them.

Not to mention, to become the master of Xianling City, the first requirement is to have the blood of an immortal. Since ancient times, there has never been a precedent for a monk from the Keqing to occupy this Xianling City for his master.

An extremely ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.

Niangniang... Is it because of a moment of confusion that I made a mistake?

On the other side of the city wall, Lan Youdie, who was dressed in silver light armor, was still thinking about how to spend his time trying to get the handsome face that the dead ghost was not blessed to enjoy.

At this moment, the stele was shining brightly, and the two shiny ancient characters were like a hammer, instantly smashing the small thoughts in her heart into pieces.

She was sluggish and speechless, and she couldn't think of it, how could this little gentleman become the city lord?

Yun Rong, who was drinking a pot of old wine from the inn, put an ingot of broken silver on the counter, she looked up at the elegant room in the attic: "It's really strange."

The emperor's eyes can penetrate heaven and earth, and it may be difficult for others to detect, but it is impossible for her to not know the identity of the corpse demon boy.

But even so, he was still chosen by the empress.

The innkeeper flicked the ingot of silver back into his pocket, stroked the two mustaches around his mouth, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, everything has its own meaning. After drinking this jug of wine, my younger sister is good. Get ready."

Yun Rong tied the wine pot to his wrist, and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this remark: "The sect master has come to Xianling City in person?"

The owner of the inn smiled: "After all, the current city lord is different from the past. It was chosen by the empress herself. As the succession ceremony of the city lord, the suzerain will come here to congratulate him sincerely."

The people in the inn came out one after another, and Shinto was crowded in darkness.

Some people questioned, some cheered, some praised, and some began to argue with each other about this unrealistic result.

Most of the people who applauded and praised were those monks who were rescued by Bai Lian, but their voices were not loud. After all, at the moment when the main family lost the election, it was a time when the face was black.

Compared to the endless noisy crowd, Bai Lian looked at the long monument with a calm expression.

Suddenly, in his desolate and blank life, the tears of the immortals he had been asking for, at this moment, suddenly seemed not as important as he imagined.

I have been in the city for a long time, and before I know it, it is early spring.

Qingxuan, the female official of Sixi, passed through the three thousand long steps of the Shinto room. She came to the door of the inn, and her voice was clear and clear, sweeping the city: "Its cover is like the sky, and its capacity is like the earth. The seal is the most important tool of the city, only the tool and the name, not a dummy."

She held up the seal of Changze City in her hand, and said solemnly: "Please accept the seal in the name of Si Chen!"

Shen Bao took a look at Bai Lian and said, "This is a good thing, why can't you look happier."

Bai Lian didn't speak, took out the glazed umbrella and opened it, went out and walked downstairs.

Su Jing followed closely.

Daoist Shen Bao didn't intend to keep up, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to his back: "When the master of Xianling City was chosen in the past, the new master would hold the seal of the city in his hand and choose it like a treasury of martial arts. An immortal artifact, if possible, I hope you can choose a sword."

After going down the stairs of the inn, the shopkeeper on the counter was not as good as the excited crowd, but propped up his chin and used a brush to practice wild grass on the rice paper.

Baili'an glanced at it for a while, but felt that the writing was really rough and wild, like a chicken-clawed ghost's talisman, unsightly.

He shook his head and quickly looked away, came outside the inn, and bowed to female officer Qingxuan.

Qingxuan glanced at the crowed crowd from the corner of his eye, and then looked at the unusually calm young man in front of him. His black eyes seemed to be full of thoughts, but he did not see any joy or joy.

She just thought that the name of the city lord appeared suddenly today, and there was no causal relationship, so the unwillingness and hostility of others was inevitable.

Qingxuan said: "A gentleman has the capacity to tolerate others, and a villain is jealous. Since I handed this seal into your hands, you don't have to worry about it."

For a moment, Bai Lian didn't know how to respond to this partial and misunderstanding comfort, so he bowed his head and remained silent.

Qingxuan couldn't understand the man's indifferent temperament the most, so he didn't say anything more, and said lightly: "Follow me into the palace."

Every time the city lord of Xianling City succeeds to the throne, Nv Qingxuan will conduct a court ceremony and entertain the Quartet, while the city lord needs to enter the palace in advance.

But today is even different from the past. Today's Xianling City has a lady sitting in it.

Bailian nodded yes.

Qingxuan glanced sideways at the woman in white behind him, and his gaze passed over the withered vines on the two of them calmly. There seemed to be surprise in his eyes, but it was not obvious.

She calmly said: "This is the vine of the sea monster. It needs to be dispelled with the spirit of Gengjin. The ceremony of succession must not be delayed. From this point of view, I have to trouble the young master of Taixuanzong to accompany him."

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This is the second time that Bai Lian has come to the palace in the inner courtyard of Xianling City.

When passing the corner of the long corridor, he couldn't help but think of Yunrong, the demon of the heart again, and was puzzled for a while, if it was a demon of the heart, why he could freely enter and exit the holy palace.

With this doubt, he was placed in a main hall by the female officer Qingxuan.

There is also a small hall inside this main hall, presumably because of the embarrassment between him and Su Jing at this moment, they specially took care of it.

After Qingxuan explained some simple evening banquet etiquette and procedures, he didn't stay for long. He put down the city lord's uniform and told him to change it. At the first watch, a small official from the inner palace would lead him to the banquet.

Su Jing has been extremely quiet all the way. Even if she entered the holy palace that thousands of people yearn for, she calmly meditates as if entering a simple room.

After changing into the city lord's robe, Bai Lian pushed aside the screen and walked out. Counting the days, he had been away from the bronze gate for three days.

During these three days, he brought Ji Ying's body back to the alley and buried it in the cold courtyard. As for Ji Ying's ghost, after receiving the spiritual energy of the Xu Yin of the Pimorant Bird, he can also live in Xianling City. Guard Ji San'er.

Xianling City is different from ordinary places in the world. It is very tolerant to ghost cultivators and dead spirits here. If it is not evil spirits, they will not deliberately kill and expel them.

The news of Fang Geyu's death could not be concealed from Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan. That night, Lin Yuan sat by the bank of the long lake and spent the whole night in a daze. mountain.

However, Lin Guiyuan chose to stay in the Myriad Dao Immortal League and continue to practice ghost cultivation talismans for those in the Immortal League.

Someday, he said, he would be needed to go back, but not now.

(End of this chapter)