Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 349: Moyang City

"I don't want to die."

Tu Xingsun shook his head at this moment, and refused to eat the pill in Han Yu's hand no matter what.

What are the twelve zodiac signs? Aren’t they just a cruel attempt to turn him into an animal?
If you can't even be a human being, what's the point of living?

It's really fucking poisonous! You have to torture yourself like this.

Even if it's said to the sky, you can't eat this pill. Isn't it better to be a good person? Why do you have to be a pig or a dog?

"It's possible that he will turn into a dragon."

Han Yu comforted and advised.

The first impression of everyone who sees this pill is that they are like a pig or a dog. How can the twelve zodiac animals be so bad? There are clearly dragons and tigers, okay?
Tu Xingsun was not stupid and he would not eat anything anyway.

"It's not a matter of dragons and tigers, it's that no one wants to be an animal."

The spirit of the weapon explained in its sea of ​​consciousness, and no one knew how powerful this pill was unless someone took it.

"And it doesn't change randomly. There is only one hour a day for a person."

Han Yu curled his lips and thought that if it could be changed at will and it wouldn't be someone else's turn to eat it, he would have digested it long ago.

"So, I won, and you owe me eight years of luck." The spirit of the weapon laughed happily.

The man and the spirit had a big disagreement on the Liuxiao Pill. Han Yu felt that the pill must be powerful, but the spirit of the weapon felt that the pill was useless. To put it bluntly, no matter how powerful it was, it was something that was out of stock.

What does it mean? Simply put, no matter how good the food is, no one dares to eat it.

Han Yu didn't believe it, so the two sides made a bet.

Look, at this moment, the spirit of the weapon is covering its mouth and laughing in a frivolous manner. Eight years of good fortune has been obtained.

The Iron Eagle was soaring in the sky at this time. After Han Yu retracted his hand, he glanced at Tu Xingsun who was curled up beside him, and cursed with a look of disappointment on his face, "You are an ignorant person, you are not qualified to eat it even if you want to."

The minimum threshold is to be in the Transcendent Realm. Tu Xingsun's meager cultivation level is only enough to scare people, and he can't even get food.

Tu Xingsun didn't dare to refute, and he quickly lowered his bruised face, fearing that the other party would go back on his word.

After flying for half a day, we saw more and more mountains in front of us, and a big river running through the north and south was getting closer and closer.

They arrived at Bailu River, and the location Tu Xingsun pointed to was beyond Han Yu's expectations.

Moyang City...

The city is very familiar, because it is the home of Master Lin Fei who is pregnant with a female unicorn.

"Are you sure Black Robe will be waiting for you there?"

Han Yu looked back at the ostrich-like person next to him and asked.

Tu Xingsun then raised his head and answered carefully, "He did say this, as for whether he lied to me..."

Han Yu glared and interrupted, "If he lies to you, you're dead."

Upon hearing this, Tu Xingsun quickly lowered his head with a sad face. In his heart, he could only pray secretly that his grandson in black robe was really here. If nothing else, it would be good to ward off disaster for him.

……

Moyang City.

Zhu Yu slowly put away the letter in his hand and sighed for no reason.

The letter was sent by the Supervisory Office. The current situation in the world of cultivators is not necessarily good, with wars raging everywhere. Although Moyang City has the support of the powerful Qingyang Sect and has not been affected by the war for the time being, it is hard to say what will happen in the future.

The letter from the Supervisory Department also made it clear that the recent conflict between good and evil has begun to spread to the major sects. In addition to asking me to remind Qingyang Sect, I also informed this side in advance that the Supervisory and Garrison Departments are now stretched short of manpower, and if something really happens, I'm afraid I'll have to rely on myself.

"No one would really come here to die, right?"

Zhu Yu looked up at the dark cloud floating in the sky and couldn't help but feel nervous.

The Qingyang Sect had worked hard to gain the status of a first-rate sect. Although it had a reputation, its strength was only slightly stronger than that of a second-rate sect. If it were to be targeted by evil forces, the sect would not be in danger, but casualties would be inevitable.

What he feared most was that the evil sects would take advantage of the situation to cause trouble for Moyang City. This would be the most terrifying thing. Once Moyang City was dragged into the war between the monks, the whole city would suffer.

The more he thought about it, the more troubled he became, so he waved his hand and called the palace guards.

"Pass the order down. Martial law will be imposed in Moyang City today. All cultivators are not allowed to enter or leave."

This is tantamount to a city lockdown.

The palace guard hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "Sir, will this cause dissatisfaction among many cultivators?"

"Tell them that they have to keep their displeasure to themselves. Even though these bastards seem to be having fun now, believe it or not, they are the ones who will be hunted down by the evildoers and lead them here."

Zhu Yu had a stern look on his face. He hated people like this who had nothing better to do but run around. Couldn't it be better for them to just stay at home and practice?
He flies around on a sword every day. He has no skills at all, but he just likes to join in the fun everywhere, calling it experience.

Regardless of whether they are good or evil, at least 70% of the chaos in the world of monks is caused by these monks who are neither high nor low.

……

"Ahh~"

Han Yu, who was entering the city, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose hard, and couldn't help but look at the person behind him suspiciously.

Tu Xingsun had been untied at this time, and followed behind with his head down like a wronged young wife.

"Are you scolding me in your mind?"

Tu Xingsun was shocked when he heard this, and he kept shaking his head with a pale face, "Impossible, how dare I?"

God have mercy on him, he just cursed you as a bastard.

I just didn't expect the other party to be so sensitive that I couldn't even curse him secretly in my heart.

Han Yu had been to this place once before, so he was very familiar with the route. He led his men in and happened to meet a group of palace guards who were rushing out of the city with solemn expressions.

Soon after a notice was posted, a group of people gathered around it. All of them were wearing monk's robes. They were obviously ugly but forced to look cool.

Although no one knew what was written, there was chaos outside the city all of a sudden.

"Moyang City is so powerful, but people can only go out but not come in. Do they want to keep all cultivators out?"

A monk with a face full of flesh and a body full of fat that stretched his monk's clothes terribly spoke angrily.

His words immediately won a crowd of support, and another bamboo-shaped monk who was so thin that he couldn't even hold up his monk's uniform also spoke out.

"What if I insist on going out and coming back in?"

After saying that, he really walked out seeking death. But when he was about to come back triumphantly, dozens of Mohist magic weapons were pressed against his head at the same time.

"Then we dare to kill people too."

The leading monk sneered.

This scene almost frightened the bamboo monk to death, but he still spoke tremblingly, "I... I don't believe... you dare to attack me."

If Moyang City dares to do this, doesn't it mean to make enemies with many cultivators?

Unexpectedly, the leading palace guard seemed to see through his thoughts and sneered, "We don't intend to make enemies with all the monks, but we will not be lenient with monks who deliberately pick trouble."

After he finished speaking, he spoke loudly, "My fellow monks, my master said that the current situation is chaotic. For the sake of stability, Moyang City can only temporarily prohibit cultivators from traveling in and out. I hope you can forgive me."

"But he also said that if anyone is dissatisfied, they can go to the Garrison Office to sue him, or they can go to the Qingyang Sect to sue him. He is the Garrison Officer of a prefecture and the chief disciple of the Qingyang Sect. All the Taoist friends who are dissatisfied are welcome."

These words were indeed very tough. Some monks who had left the city turned around and left immediately, while some who had not yet left the city were considering whether to leave.

As for the bamboo monk, he was in a miserable situation. He clearly watched the guy who was being slaughtered like a pig walk away in disgrace, and he did not support him.

"Is it too late for me to leave now?"

He spoke with tears in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)