Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

Yan's family is located in Huainan, and Huaiyu City is not too far from Huainan, only three days' journey by carriage.

It's just that Yang Xing has never been in such a rickety vehicle, and his back hurts all the way, and his face has been very ugly for two days.

He couldn't help complaining, why there is no such thing as flying in this world.

Yan Yufeng looked at him when he heard the words, and said, "Spiritualists with extremely powerful spiritual power can resist the wind, but it also consumes a lot of energy. You'd better take the car."

Can someone really fly?

Yang Xing's eyes lit up, and he began to search in his mind for any formulas about flying.

It's a pity that after reading it again, it's all about descending spirits and eliminating demons. At best, there are some fire-making formulas□□jue and the like, which are useless.

He sighed: "I will definitely study how to fly later."

Yan Yufeng sat in front and listened to Yang Xing's complaints, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Without even noticing, he's laughing more and more these days.

After walking for another day, I finally arrived at Huaiyu City.

After paying the silver taels to the coachman, Yan Yufeng reached out to pull Yang Xing down.

Yang Xing waved: "No need."

As he spoke, he jumped down and landed steadily.

"finally reached."

……

Yan Yufeng shook his head: "Be careful."

The gate of Huaiyu City is very old, with a sense of vicissitudes of life. The word "Huaiyu" on the gate is somewhat blurred by wind and frost, but it can still be seen from the chic and vigorous handwriting that this was once a What a splendid and prosperous capital.

There were many guards guarding the gate, far exceeding the number of guards required by a normal city tower. This unusual sight caught Yan Yufeng's attention.

"It seems that something happened in Huaiyu City."

Yang Xing didn't hear this sentence, he was looking around curiously, there were many people coming and going by the city gate, there were merchants coming and going, as well as various pawns and hawkers, this scene full of life made him feel very fresh.

It turns out that the world I wrote is so rich, everyone is so real, and beyond the description, I live my own life, either sad or happy.

Yan Yufeng patted Yang Xing's shoulder lightly, calling his attention back: "Let's go, the city gate will be closed later."

Yang Xing hurriedly followed him to the gate of the city.

A chubby guard stopped them: "Pass."

Yan Yufeng took out a sign from somewhere and handed it to him.

The guard looked at it, nodded, and returned the sign to Yan Yufeng.

The two were about to leave when another man dressed like a leader came over with a loud voice:

"and many more!"

Yan Yufeng stopped in his tracks.

The leader was arrogant, looked Yan Yufeng up and down, and then looked at Yang Xing. He seemed to think that Yang Xing was easier to talk to, so he asked him, "Spiritualist?"

Yang Xing nodded truthfully: "Yes."

"What are you doing in Huaiyu City?"

Yang Xing paused: "...Of course I came here because of something. If you stop us from doing something, we have all the customs clearance procedures."

The leader snorted coldly: "The city lord ordered that all spiritual masters who have entered and exited recently will be strictly investigated!"

"You guys, come with me!"

As he said that, he was going to pull Yangxing.

Yan Yufeng shot suddenly, a red light flashed, and the leader froze in place, motionless.

He looked at the leader coldly, with a bad expression on his face: "Spiritualists are not allowed to attack ordinary people easily, but that doesn't mean they can be bullied by you."

After speaking, he pulled Yang Xing and left.

There was a sudden commotion at the gate of the city.

Yang Xing was dragged away for a while before he realized it. He looked at the chaotic guards behind him, and then at Yan Yufeng beside him, hesitatingly said: "Yan Yufeng, are you all right?"

Yan Yufeng continued to walk forward: "There is something wrong, he wants to apologize to you."

"Ok?"

Yang Xing soon understood, because the lord of Huaiyu City came to find him himself.

Inside Tianxiang Tower, the lord of Huaiyu City looked at the two spiritual masters sitting beside him with a very friendly, almost obsequious smile.

"I'm so sorry! This ignorant subordinate has disturbed the two of you. I have already severely admonished him and fined him half a year's salary."

"It's been hard work for the two of you who have traveled a long way. I am the Lord of Huaiyu City. His surname is Song and his name is Xian."

"It's a great honor for me to be able to clean up the dust for the two of you..."

Yang Xing couldn’t hear what Song Xian was saying for a long time. The delicious food on the table in front of him completely took his attention away. He kept chopsticks and praised the ancient craftsmanship while eating. Lose those high-end restaurants.

In fact, a spiritual master can not eat, and only needs to rely on spiritual power to maintain it, but Yang Xing has been eating for more than 20 years, and he is used to it, and he is very uncomfortable when he first came to this world.

Now that there are ready-made delicacies in front of you, and you can eat them justifiably, it is really great.

Yan Yufeng didn't care about what the city lord said, he looked up at the stars from time to time, and found that he was very focused when eating, his eyes became bright and bright, and he had to taste every dish once, and his lips were full of sweetness when he ate. Oily.

Song Xian was a little embarrassed, it seemed that neither of them cared much about him.

But there is no way, the troubles encountered in Huaiyu City are too great, and it cannot be solved without relying on these powerful spiritual masters.It seemed that the food was still not to my liking, Yan Yufeng didn't move his chopsticks at all, and his expression was cold.

Thinking of this, he waved to the people behind him: "What's going on! Just serve these dishes, and call the best cook in Tianxianglou to serve all the best dishes!"

Only then did Yan Yufeng come back to his senses: "No need, this is enough."

"City Master Song, you just said that there is trouble, what kind of trouble is it?"

Song Xian quickly laughed, and then said: "To tell you the truth, since five days ago, strange things have been happening here!"

five days ago?

Yan Yufeng figured it out, it was exactly two days after they left Yan's ancient tomb.

It seems that that person really came to Huaiyu City.

"And...the place of the dead...is still in Tonglefang."

"Tonglefang?" Yang Xing finally heard something, stopped his chopsticks, "Where is that?"

Song Xian's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed: "It's...the biggest in Huaiyu City..."

Yan Yufeng understood: "Who are the people who died?"

Song Xian's expression suddenly became solemn: "This is the strange place, those who died were not ordinary people, they were all spirit descendants!"

Spiritualist? !

Yang Xing's eyes widened slightly: "Spiritualists aren't that easy to kill, are they?"

"Isn't that so!" Song Xian trembled a little, "It stands to reason that spirit descendants are all powerful, but they all died in Huaiyu City one after another... Well, if you say this, won't our Huaiyu City's reputation be ruined? !"

"Fortunately, God-given saviors! I heard that the two are from the Yan family and the Sikong family, and they are both descendants. I hope you can help Huaiyu City. Song is here to thank you two."

Yan Yufeng said: "City Lord Song doesn't need to be so polite, we are here for this matter."

"Is Tonglefang still in operation?"

Song Xian shook his head: "How dare you open the door after such a thing happened."

"But we haven't released any of the people inside. We're investigating them very quickly these two days. Do you need to go to the morgue to see the corpse?"

With a "crack", Yang Xing's chopsticks fell off.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Song Xian: "That's... no need..."

Yan Yufeng lowered his head and coughed lightly, his expression was not clear for a while, but when he looked up again, he had returned to normal.He looked at Yang Xing and said, "I'll just go, you wait for me at the inn."

Yang Xing immediately nodded in agreement.

Song Xian was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "I have arranged a hotel for the two of you, please go ahead!"

A young man dressed as a servant led the way, and led Yang Xing to an extremely luxuriously decorated inn, and ordered Xiao Er to open two first-class rooms.

He entered the room, put all the food he bought along the way on the table, took out the falling star, and pondered the formula of Sikong's family.

Some time ago, Yang Xing studied the differences in the techniques of the various schools, and found that the Yan family focused on control, the Qi family focused on refining, and the Sikong family seemed to be more attack-oriented, using extremely fast and fierce attacks to directly shatter the spirit cores of spirit monsters .

This style of play... is really simple and crude.

It's a pity that he has no formulas and basic operations now, and he still doesn't understand a lot of content. The attack in the ancient tomb made him unable to slow down for a long time.

It seems that we still need to hurry up and practice, otherwise, once we encounter a powerful spirit monster, he may be the one who is scattered.

Yang Xing sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and began to activate the spiritual power in his body, and a blue halo radiated from his body.

In just a short while, he felt that it was much easier to control the spiritual power in his body, and he was suddenly excited.

This practice continued until dark.

When Yan Yufeng entered the door, he saw Yang Xing quietly cultivating with his eyes closed, so he stood quietly by the side without making a sound.

Yang Xing's appearance is actually very handsome, even a bit fierce, but his eyes imply a kind of gentleness, which softens his own sharp temperament, showing a touch of intimacy in the deserted.

Coupled with the naturally raised corners of his mouth, this intimacy has been expanded a lot, making people inexplicably... want to get closer.

Yan Yufeng looked at it for a long time before softly saying, "I'm back."

Yang Xing opened his eyes and saw Yan Yufeng standing in the room dressed in black.

"When did you come in?"

Yan Yufeng did not answer this question, but told him everything he had seen and heard today.

……

"You said...they didn't have any scars on their bodies?" Yang Xing was incredulous, "How is it possible?"

"Then how did they die?"

Yan Yufeng shook his head: "I don't know yet."

Yang Xing frowned: "It's strange... Who can kill these powerful spiritual masters quietly without leaving any scars?"

Didn't die from visible wounds, could it be poison?

Yan Yufeng said, "Tomorrow night, let's go to Tonglefang."

It was only then that Yang Xing remembered a question he had ignored: "What exactly is Tonglefang?"

Yan Yufeng's mouth twitched slightly: "Guess?"

"... a weaver?"

"You will know when you go, go to bed early, I will take you to Jubao Pavilion tomorrow during the day, there are many new gadgets there."

When Yang Xing heard that he was going to visit the market, he became a little excited: "Okay."