Chapter 540: The Old Man

The place where Shen Chong landed is a big river. The Jingyang River is surging and more than a thousand feet wide. It crosses the whole Liyang Kingdom. It is also the largest river in the country. On both sides of the river, towns and villages, and mountains and beaches, there are everywhere. From the Kingdom of Liyang, to the relatives of the emperor, to the peddlers and pawns, they are all resolute and rarely have small. Under the dual governance of Confucianism and the military family, they abide by the rules and reveal the prosperity everywhere.

The sense of the jade spirit rabbit is getting weaker and lighter. Only the tremor of the soul proves that the jade spirit saint is nearby. The jade spirit rabbit feels more and more uneasy, but it can't detect where these uneasiness comes from, let alone determine the hiding place of the jade spirit saint.

Shen Chong went up the Jingyang River against the current. He let go of his consciousness and searched all the area with a radius of 3,000 miles. He searched the ground, underground, river and sky, but nothing was found.

"Since it is thousands of miles away, I can't feel the specific location. If it is not deliberately hidden, it is in the magic weapon space. As long as I make sure that the rabbit demon king is still nearby, I will wait for a few days. I don't believe that this rabbit can never appear."

Shen Chong has given up looking for it. If a nine-grade demon king wants to hide it, it is difficult to be found, just like his heaven and earth are printed into dust and sinking into the ground. After hiding his breath, even the strong man who is higher than his two realms can't find it.

Although Shen Chong is anxious, he is not in a state of urgency. While waiting for the appearance of the Jade Spirit, he can also precipitate in the small fairy world. Since he was promoted to the eight turns of the soul, he has not had time to re-wash his magic power, and several magic weapons also need to be refined again.

Moreover, there are still ten stolen souls in Shen Chong's hand waiting for him to refine. Once these souls are refined and absorbed by him, he can get the lifelong cultivation, magic power, mana and experience of these soul monks. At that time, I don't know how deep the power of Shen Chong will grow, and I'm afraid it will directly reach the nine turns of the soul. , condense your own soul.

While thinking about it, a huge city appeared in front of Shen Chong. This city is close to the Jingyang River, with a stream of people and business travelers gathering. It is extremely prosperous. It is the second largest city in Liyang, Jing'an City.

Shen Chongfei came to Jing'an City, and a strong secular atmosphere came to his face. Since he became a soul monk, Shen Chong had few leisurely leisurely strolled in the ordinary city. Suddenly, he took out a rune that changed his appearance at will, turned into the appearance of a prince of a family, and lowered the light.

"What? Thinking of the old days in Jinling City. Qingluan has been reborn. At this moment, Qin Wushuang's figure is also revealed and appears beside Shen Chong. Qin Wushuang has been in hiding for nearly a hundred years, and there are not many people who know him, but there is no need to change his face.

"Now I'm about to forget the appearance of Jinling City." Shen Chong said lightly that there was indeed a shadow of Jinling City on Jing'an City. It was also a big powerful country. Behind Liyang, there stood the Tibetan Sword Gate, but behind the Great Zhou Dynasty stood the more mysterious Taizu Pavilion.

Shen Chong's vision is different now. No one at the gate of the Seventh Avenue of Shenzhou dares to shake the Great Zhou Dynasty head-on. It can be seen that the steamed buns have meat not on the folds. The most mysterious Taizu Pavilion of the Great Zhou Dynasty does not fall, so no strong man dares to be wild in Jinling City.

Both the Liyang Kingdom and the Great Zhou Dynasty implemented the combination of military and Confucianism, which is a prosperous scene.

Standing at the gate of Jing'an City, Shen Chong's ears moved slightly, and all kinds of sounds entered his mind. In a moment, he knew something about Jing'an City.

Jing'an City is the second largest city after the capital of Liyang. The city owner is also a practitioner in the realm of the soul. Shen Chong felt a little that there are about 30 or 40 monks in the city, most of whom are under the soul. As a demon ancestor, it is impossible for him to hide in the city of mortals.

Shen Chong and Qing Luan strolled on the street at will and felt the vitality of this city. Almost everyone in Liyang Country practiced martial arts and was equipped with swords, but there was no private fight. If you want to fight, it must also be carried out under the auspices of urban law enforcement, and there are few bullying. All Everything is also in order.

There are also some shops in Jing'an City that are specially opened for practitioners, but since the Xuanwu Building disappeared in Jiuzhou, no chamber of commerce can replace it. There are few cherished good things. There are nothing in these shops that can make Shen Chong look at, and even Qingluan can't lift his spirits.

People came and went on the road. Suddenly, there was a middle-aged woman holding a child in her hand. Their clothes were ragged, especially the child's face was dirty, and even boys and girls could not distinguish them. Two long snots dragged down, and a black finger kept sucking in her mouth. The mother and son Everyone held a broken bowl in his hand and knelt down in front of Shen Chong and Qingluan:

"The prince's lucky star shines high, and he will live a long life!"

Shen Chong saw that the mother and son were pitiful. He moved his palm and threw away a piece of gold cake.

For such yellow and white things as gold and silver, Shen Chong is useless at all, but he also left some in the seal of heaven and earth. Shen Chong did not give much. More is a disaster. A piece of gold cake is enough for the two mother and son to live for a long time.

"Ah, thank you, prince. You are well rewarded." The middle-aged woman looked at the gold cake in her hand and could hardly believe her eyes and kowtowed repeatedly.

Shen Chong just smiled faintly and was about to leave.

"Life is bitter and short, time is like a sword, and there is no passer-by's bones in food and clothing. The emperor will be in the Jinluan Hall, and Huang Tu's hegemony is talking and laughing. Everything is like a dream and electricity. Looking back on the future, it is hard, and it is not like a fairy." Suddenly, an intermittent ballad came into Shen Chong's ears, which slightly touched Shen Chong's heart.

Shen Chong quickly looked back and found that there was a twilight old man on the roadside. He was drunk, his eyes were blurred, and he was weak to hum and sing songs. His whole body was full of all kinds of secular stench. There was a long flag beside him, hanging a piece of white cloth at will, which said: fortune-telling, deduging numerology, knowing five hundred years ago, and then knowing five. A hundred years.

It turned out to be a fortune-telling old man, but there was no aura in his body, and there was no momentum of Taoist fairy style. He was purely a sloppy old man, and the table in front of him was also covered with dust. It seemed that no one had patronised him for a long time.

"A fortune-telling? Even if the strong man of the soul turns, he is just the first to peep at fate and seek good luck and avoid evil. The fate is nothing and the change is endless. Even the Holy Emperor can't deduce his own fate. This little fortune teller dares to deduce the numerology. Most of the fortune tellers in the secular world are liars. Qingluan said disdainfully.

"Since it's a tour, let's go and see it. The singing formula of this old man seems to be a little extraordinary."

Shen Chong was just painstaking efforts to visit Jing'an City. It seemed that the Jade Spirit Sage would not appear for a moment, so he relaxed, walked over casually, took out a golden cake and threw it on the table.

Bangdang!

The old man heard the sound of gold cakes hitting the table, immediately opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the gold cake in surprise, and then raised his eyes to see Shen Chong and Qingluan, as if he were energetic:

"Two princes, please sit down. I don't know which one wants to tell fortune?"

Shen Chong smiled casually and sat down: "I want to calculate the way forward. I came to Jing'an City this time to find a friend, but after coming here, I lost his trace. I don't know if my friend is still in Liyang."

"Looking for someone?" The old man, who seemed to be drunk, stretched out his hand and scratched on the table. He put away the gold cake, stared at Shen Chong for a long time, and slowly said, "Young man, I'm afraid you're looking for not a friend."

"Oh? What do you say?" Shen Chong was slightly surprised, but his face was calm. Many fortune tellers like to say amazing words, and then play at will to pull out all kinds of news to get trust from others.

"The disaster has just passed, and the road ahead is unpredictable. A wave is not flat, and a wave rises again. The prince is a person with many disasters." The old man shook his head slightly, looked lazy, and kept tapping the table with his fingers.

Shen Chong was silent for a moment, and his surprise was even more full. He had secretly swept the old man with his consciousness and explored for a long time, but he did not find anything abnormal. The old man was dressed in ordinary, drunk, very sloppy, thin, and yellow. Obviously, his eyes were turbid, but he was wise.