Chapter 119

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"The ability of Luo Xian's family was witnessed by the king, no doubt." Prince Zhu finally showed a trace of displeasure and said strongly.

"I think the words of Jia Xian's family are reasonable." King Kang thought carefully and said, "since we want to go together, we need to trust each other. It's good for Luo Xian's family to show their hands. In this way, several immortal families won't have a grudge in their hearts."

Luo Chuan thought of several immortal families he met on his way to xiayinchuan that year. They despised him because they could not detect his spirit. In the memory of Jiulong Jun, anyone who has lived in the blessed land of the immortal family for a long time will be contaminated with a bit of Fairy Spirit. At least he stayed in the empty mountain world for more than a year and a half. So far, he has not been contaminated with the spirit of immortals. Nine times out of ten, it is related to "nine deaths and one life skill".

"No company." Luo Chuan said faintly, "I'm used to walking alone."

Prince Zhu just thought Luo Chuan was angry and hurriedly apologized: "don't mind Luo Xian's family. My younger brother Wang is upright and doesn't like detours. Hongshan swamp is not easy to walk. The terrain is complex and winding. If there is no familiar person to lead the way, even two different feelings reflect into Xinhu and conflict with each other. Their Taoist state of mind is shaky and they feel like vomiting blood.

The onlookers were still like this, not to mention Taoist Jia. At the moment Luo Chuan took his step, Taoist Jia only felt that the scene in the courtyard had undergone earth shaking changes. The original heaven and earth suddenly disappeared, and only the teenagers in linen clothes were left in his field of vision, but they came like an overwhelming wave.

Taoist Jia suddenly found himself unable to move.

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Taoist Jia roared at the bottom of his heart and struggled desperately. The next moment, he flew out obliquely and hit the old tree in the courtyard. The old tree broke and Taoist Jia fell to the ground with a "snap", with a drunken blush on his face and fear in his hasty eyes.

"What's going on?" Prince Zhu opened his mouth.

From beginning to end, he didn't see that Luo Chuan had physical contact with Taoist Jia. When Luo Chuan passed by Taoist Jia, Taoist Jia flew out inexplicably.

King Kang also looked unbelievable. Different from Prince Zhu, he was half a man of practice. Luo Chuan's step was unfathomable, as if a huge mountain suddenly pressed on his heart, which made him almost spit blood.

His face gradually became gloomy. King Kang turned his head and exchanged eyes with brother he zhanger. The killing opportunity flashed in their eyes at the same time.

It was already afternoon when Luo Chuan showed his wind hiding skill and strolled to Hongshan swamp boundary.

Along the way, I passed two prefectures and a small plain. What I saw and heard was different from what Luochuan had originally imagined.

The people still live and work in peace and contentment. Although the scene in the Fucheng is not prosperous, it is also orderly. Generally speaking, it has not been affected much. The people speak highly of Prince Zhu.

As Luochuan approaches Hongshan swamp, there are more and more people and horses. Most of them are people in the martial arts world with swords and high horses. Occasionally, Luochuan can see several monks with extraordinary spirit surrounded by martial monks like stars and moon. Their accomplishments are very general, and the highest is only the third step of building the foundation.

Hongshan swamp is hidden behind a dense forest of water lakes. It covers an area of more than 36 miles, which is much larger than the general mansion. Perhaps because people enter the swamp to explore the secrets all the year round, there is a teahouse Inn outside the dense forest of water lakes. From time to time, people from the martial arts and Taoism circles come here, bolt their horses, drink a pot in the teahouse, and then go into the dense forest of water lakes together.

"Hongshan swamp."

Luochuan looked into the depths of the lake forest and saw a blood red evil spirit rising over the central area, covering the Hongshan swamp for thirty miles.

Close your eyes, Luo Chuan's thoughts focus on the secret realm of Tianmen.

The scene behind him and ten miles to the left and right came into my mind. Only the Hongshan swamp in front of me was still blurred and blocked by a strange force.

"Brother, are you going to explore? First come up and have a pot of tea and have a rest."

Luo Chuan turned his head and saw a hanging foot upstairs ten steps away. The chubby shopkeeper waved enthusiastically.

"I'm young and I'm wandering around. I'm really not young. I'll take this pot."

Luo Chuan's heart moved. He had only left the secular world for a year and a half, but he seemed to have left for a long time. The feeling of long absence surged into his heart, and Luo Chuan turned and walked to the stilted building.

The Diaojiaolou is built near the lake. Compared with the surrounding inns and teahouses, it is large in scale, but there are not many guests on the first floor. Most Wuxiu leave in a hurry after drinking tea and having a rest. Few stay long.

Luo Chuan went up to the second floor and found a table by the window to sit down. The hall on the second floor was very large, and there were many more guests than on the first floor. More than 30 martial artists sat in several groups. Looking north from the perspective of Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan saw a huge city built near the river more than 100 miles away. Indeed, a huge semicircular water cover was shrouded over the city, like an inverted water cover Sea bowl. Baili is the limit of Luochuan's eyesight. Luochuan naturally can't see the situation in the capital.

"Is my brother from Kyoto, too?" the fat shopkeeper came up with a tea tray in person.

"Yes," Luo Chuan said.

It is only the white jade capital of the Tang state, not the Ryukyu capital. Luo Chuan thought.

Luo Chuan took a sip from the tea cup. The taste of tea is very rough, but Luochuan has a faint nostalgia. Eating Tianlu and drinking Lingquan in the empty mountain boundary is not as kind as a cup of coarse tea on earth.