Chapter 147 Conscienceless
Lanting Plain is not so much a plain as a town without walls, or more precisely, it is a gathering place for monks.
When Li Mingyang rushed here, he was completely stunned by the scene here. Although he is very young, his experience in the past few months is quite rich. I have seen several cities of monks, and even more than one city in hell. It's only the first time he has seen a lively place like Lanting Plain.
Whether it is Jingshan City or Lingyan City. Even if it is a city of monks, the city can't be all monks. Even if it is a super-large-scale monk city like Lingyan City, even in wartime, the number of monks in the city can only account for less than 1% of the total population.
But here in Lanting Plain, Li Mingyang can't see an ordinary person at all. This is a feast for monks, and Li Mingyang can only think like this.
Most of the safe and comfortable places in the Lanting Plain have been occupied by various fairy gates, large and small. However, during the Battle of the South, it may be a little dangerous on the periphery of the plain, but inside, as long as you find a little more places, there will not be too much danger.
When Li Mingyang arrived, there were still seven days before the war in the south, but he was surprised to find that Linglong Gate had not arrived.
"Is there something wrong with Linglongmen?" Li Mingyang couldn't help guessing.
"What? What did you just say?" Around Li Mingyang, a strong young man in his early 20s suddenly asked in a frenheaded.
"It's okay, I just sighed."
"What do you sigh? What do you have to sigh about? I want you little white faces who like to do these useless things. Hurry up and find a place to sleep. You can't really find a tree branch to sleep at night. Think of me..." The strong man wanted to continue to say, but his mouth was pressed by Li Mingyang.
"Let's go. I know you are the 70th generation descendant and head of the free door, but you're right. We still have to find a place to rest first." Li Mingyang pulled people away with a headache.
The living treasure around him was met by Li Mingyang when he walked through the teleport array for the last time. His name is Tang Dong, and he is the 70th generation descendant of Xianmen called Xiaoyaomen. However, Tang Dong's Xiaoyao Gate is really too weak. Since his master's generation, there has been only one person in the Xiaoyao Gate, and it is still the same in Tang Dong's generation. There is only one person in Xiaoyaomen, and he, the 70th generation descendant, is naturally a well-deserved head of Xiaoyaomen.
That's why he likes to talk about the name of "the head of the free family".
The reason why Li Mingyang knew Tang Dong was that when he had just completed the last transmission and walked out of the transmission array, he heard Tang Dong shout the sentence "I miss my free door". From the cultivation to now, Li Mingyang has seen the strong people in the real spiritual world, and the monks in the virtual spiritual world have also fought, but he has never seen a leader of a fairy sect. At that time, as soon as he was curious, he followed the sound.
It turned out that Tang Dong was confronting three monks in order to save a little beggar. At that time, he shouted the number, probably to deter his opponents, although his opponents were only three five-fold cultivation guys in the fantasy world...
Tang Dong has a very emotional ability. Li Mingyang was just curious to watch the bustle, but after seeing the fight, he couldn't help helping a little. In fact, it was also because he saw that Tang Dong was saving a little beggar and reminded Li Mingyang of his past life.
After meeting Tang Dong, Li Mingyang had no chance to get rid of this chatty and stunned. Although he is 20 years old, he is much simpler than himself. In his eyes, there is only justice and evil in the world. As a monk, opening his mouth and shutting his mouth is the way of chivalry. It's not that the narrow way is ridiculous, but putting these things in your mouth will always make people feel strange.
However, after all, he is a good person. Although the strength of the Qingling Realm is slightly weaker, after learning that he was also going to participate in the Southern War, Li Mingyang still accepted the fact that he was going with him.
But they are not the only two of them all the way, and another group of monks also traveled with them. The other group of monks are not Xianmen monks. They are all scattered. They came here just to watch the battle. After all, the practice of the scattered practitioners is actually quite difficult. They don't have enough spiritual stones, let alone any clever skills, so they naturally don't want to miss such a grand event as the Battle of the Southern Battle. Although young monks fought in the Battle of the South, they were all elite disciples cultivated from various forces. Even if they were not the most elite, they must be good at fighting.
So if you can watch all the battles in the south, it will naturally be a very beneficial harvest. Generally speaking, free practice begins a free practice career because of poor talent, unable to worship immortals, or unwilling to endure the life of being an outside disciple, so they are generally more bitter. Li Mingyang can't comment on this kind of thing.
After searching with Tang Dong for a long time and finding that there was no good place to stay in the Lanting Plain, Li Mingyang could only smile bitterly. It seemed that he really responded to that joke. Tonight he was going to find a tree branch to spend the night. All the places that can be settled in the Lanting Plain are occupied by some fairy gates, but there is a large area of very empty places in the plain, but no one dares to live there, because it is the battlefield of the Battle of the Southern War.
"Tang Dong, have you found a place to live?" After the meeting, a nun named Tiewen in Sanxiu came over and asked.
"No, I can only sleep on the tree branch tonight." Tang Dong smiled and said, "Oh, I miss you..."
"Oc's it. What else can you do besides bragging every day?" Tiewen interrupted Tang Dong's big words angrily and looked at Li Mingyang: "If not, you can make do with us at night. Just now we found a monk camp, which can accommodate two people."
"What are you talking about, Tiewen? Didn't the camp agree to keep it for Lao Duan? How can it be for them?" When Tiewen spoke, a man with a gloomy face came up and said strangely, "They are all big shots, one is in charge, the other is mysterious, and they have to participate in the battle of the south. We still have to stay away from such a big man.
"Haha, that is, I dare to participate in the Battle of the South with any cultivation. I'm not afraid of death to this extent. Let's join in the fun with others. I said Tiewen, you'd better come back quickly."
Although these Sanxiu travel together, only these people have the iron temperament is the most docile. Others may be because they have suffered from other people's ridicule and white eyes. When they see people who are not as good as themselves, they will show their own sarcasm as much as possible. Especially the gloomy man named Wei Jin, who has always laughed at Tang Dong the most, and sometimes even mocked Li Mingyang.
This is also the reason why Li Mingyang doesn't want to pay attention to them. Poor people must be hateful. Their low strength is certainly a factor, but they don't have a real desire to be strong, which is a big problem.
Tang Dong is crazy all day long. Li Mingyang also feels that he is very interesting and has no disgust, just because he knows what he wants to do and what he should do. Tang Dong participated in the Battle of the South not for fun, but did come with his own goal. In the south, as long as there is a little cultivation foundation, it has almost been carved up. As the head of Xiaoyao, Tang Dong naturally does not want to be alone. So he has a very ambitious goal, which is to enter the top 100 in the battle of the south, and then divide it into a small mine, so that he can try to build a mountain gate and receive a wide range of disciples.
Although in Li Mingyang's view, his ideas are too far away and exaggerated, at least people with faith will still be exposed.
Tang Dong, like Li Mingyang, never paid attention to those scattered cultivations that mocked him. Tie Wen smiled apologetically and could only return to the scattered team awkwardly.
"Let's go and walk around. I also want to see if I can find any good magic weapon." Tang Dong didn't seem to be affected by Wei Jin's ridicule at all. He smiled and pulled Li Mingyang to go shopping.
The reason why Lanting Plain is so lively now is that many monks are taking the opportunity to gather here to sell some good things or try to exchange something they usually want to find but can't find.
Li Mingyang doesn't have much demand for this. For these things, Li Mingyang's only need is the array. Gradually, he has become accustomed to using arrays to solve problems when he encounters various difficulties.
Maybe it's not that enemies don't get together. In the huge Lanting Plain, Li Mingyang and Tang Dong actually met Wei Jin and Tiewen while wandering around.
"Yo, isn't this the master of the free door? What, is the master going to buy a magic weapon here? The grade is too low. How can it be used by a big man like you? As soon as he saw Tang Dong, Wei Jin said exaggeratedly, causing the burst of laughter from his companions behind him.
Rao Li Mingyang has always been calm, and he can't help but be a little angry when he sees a guy like Wei Jin. But Tang Dong, who had always been stunned, suddenly grabbed Li Mingyang's arm and said with a smile, "What does this kind of person do? If you let the dog bite, you can't bite the dog."
Li Mingyang looked at Tang Dong in surprise and suddenly found that he had just known him.
"Who do you think is a dog? Do you dare to say it again?" At this time, Wei Jin pointed to Tang Dong and scolded as if he were really a mad dog.
However, just as Wei Jin shouted, the crowd in the distance suddenly burst into waves. Such a situation in the current Lanting Plain is really rare.
"Hey, what's going on? What's going on over there?" When a fat monk hurried past Li Mingyang's side, he suddenly patted Li Mingyang on the shoulder and asked.
Li Mingyang is still confused and can only smile bitterly, "I don't know."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thief came over and said, "Haha, I don't know why it's like that over there. Let me tell you, it's because the first fairy gate in Nanluo City finally came. Speaking of the Battle of the South, if there is no Linglong Gate, it will be really boring.
"Is the Linglong Gate so powerful? Can a fairy gate affect the excitement of the whole southern battle?" The fat monk asked curiously.
"I don't often walk around in this generation. Let me tell you, Linglong Gate is known as the first fairy gate in Nanluo City. Naturally, there is no doubt about the strength of the disciples. In the first 100 of each Southern War, at least ten of them can be their people. But to say it's wonderful, it's from the other side. 90% of the monks in Linglongmen are nuns, and they are all beautiful nuns. Oh, if there were no these beautiful monks to fight the battle in the south, what would the battle in the south be? The thief-headed monk said with a very intoxicated look.
When Wei Jin heard that the Linglongmen monks came, they were also excited. Linglongmen is famous for its beautiful monks, which is quite famous in this area. For a while, except for Tiewen, they all planned to go to see the fun.
However, the most exciting person present is Li Mingyang.
"Are you sure it's the Linglong Gate?" Li Mingyang pulled the thief's brain and asked excitedly.
"Yes, I said, brother, you don't have to be so excited. When the war starts, those beautiful women have to play one by one. It's useless for you to be excited now." The thief-headed monk was not annoyed by being caught by Li Mingyang, but persuaded him righteously.
"Well, look, this boy is obsessed. He will go crazy when he hears the three words Linglongmen. If he really wants to see that Linglong fairy, he still has to die?" Wei Jin curled his lips and turned back to his companions.
Li Mingyang didn't bother to look at Wei Jin, but said to Tang Dong with great interest, "Well, you don't have to sleep on the tree branch at night. Let's go and follow me to Linglongmen Camp. I'll take you to eat delicious and spicy food.
Tang Dong looked at Li Mingyang with a nervous face, reached out and touched his forehead with concern, and sighed, "I don't have a fever. Why did you suddenly talk nonsense? Are you scared by my handsomeness?"
He opened Tang Dong's hand angrily. Li Mingyang said, "Let you come with me, and you can follow him. No matter how delicate the door is, the people can't eat you. What are you afraid of?" Unconsciously, Li Mingyang also spoke in a bit of Tang Dong's tone.
The people around looked at Li Mingyang as if they were fools, including Tang Dong, and even Tie Wen frowned slightly and couldn't understand what Li Mingyang wanted to do.
But soon, everyone's eyes moved away from him and put them in one direction behind him. Obviously, they are all staring at one person.
Li Mingyang turned his head and saw a beautiful woman who had not been powdered, but gave people an extremely enchanting feeling. She was not so much a beautiful woman as a witch. The charm between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows even made men feel sad when they saw it.
With her exquisite figure and extremely charming temperament, even a nun like Tiewen is dumbfounded, which is enough to see the charm of this woman.
However, this gorgeous beauty came to Li Mingyang as if no one else was there under the attention of everyone. As soon as she walked to him, the nun suddenly reached out and twisted Li Mingyang's ear and scolded fiercely, "You have no conscience. Where have you died these days?"