C237 Entering the City
C237 Entering the City
"How is it?" Yang Xuan asked impatiently.
Zhang Zhengli shook his head and looked serious. "Just like before, the distance between us is much smaller than the distance between us. There must be something strange about this."
Both of their eyes turned to the people below at the same time, and the doubt in their eyes became stronger and stronger.
"Wait a minute."
Yang Xuan's eyes lit up. Suddenly, he thought of something. He quickly descended and landed on a main road.
He was surrounded by dense woods. There were not many people on this road, so no one noticed him.
Zhang Zhengli also landed. He had already tidied up his clothes. He wore a tall crown on his head. It was not crooked at all, and his white robe was spotless. He looked quite dignified.
"Fellow Daoist Yang..."
He walked towards Yang Xuan and was about to ask something when his face suddenly changed. He looked down at his feet in disbelief.
"Looks like Zhang Fellow Daoist has also discovered it."
Yang Xuan said with a serious expression, "I'm afraid that the formation is only aimed at the people in the sky. It didn't spread to the ground. That's why those people are able to move normally."
"The Fellow Daoist is not only upright, but also very intelligent. I am inferior to it."
Zhang Zhengli looked at Yang Xuan with praise. He felt goosebumps all over his body.
Yang Xuan laughed dryly and waved his hand. He did not continue his words. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the city.
Zhang Zhengli looked at his back and sighed faintly." Sigh, what a pity. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a disciple of hidden sect... ... I have to recommend him, but I'm afraid that only that kind of sect can nurture such a disciple. "
After muttering to himself, he straightened the crown on his head, tightened the sword on his back, and followed.
The official road at the border of Chiang Country was still considered flat, but it was a little crooked. This place was not far from the city gate, but the two of them still walked for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
"Pingshan City."
Yang Xuan stood not far from the city gate, looking up at the big signboard above.
The bright red paint had fallen quite a bit due to the passage of time. There were also many cracks on the stone walls on both sides. The marks were still very new. This was left behind during the battle with Qifeng Country.
The security at the city gate was much lower compared to the Allpine City at that time. Because of the Myriad Spirit Sect, the two countries had finally been freed from the war.
Yang Xuan sighed. Wei Kingdom had strong soldiers and strong horses, and there was also prime minister Xu, who had a profound cultivation base. There were many talents in the State Hall. He had never heard of the existence of war since he remembered it. Although there were many open and secret struggles in Qingzhou City, it was far from being comparable to a real war.
Furthermore, he had spent most of his life in that small courtyard.
There was no mutual deception, and no bloody slaughter.
He was somewhat entranced. There were still a few dots of scarlet blood above the city walls. That was left behind during the siege. It was too high up, so it was not easy to clean it up, so he simply stayed there.
"Ai, ai, ai, ai! What are you looking at? Hurry up!"
Right at this moment, a burst of urging sounds came from behind.
Yang Xuan immediately regained his senses and turned his head to look. He didn't know when, but a long line had already formed behind him. Many people were carrying this burden on their shoulders, and there were also many people who were pulling the carriages, waiting to enter the city.
However, because Yang Xuan was blocking their path, they were all stopped at the back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Yang Xuan forced a smile on his face as he bent down and walked into the city at the same time.
"Wait a minute!" A soldier walked up and stopped Yang Xuan. "Where did you come from? What are you doing in the city?"
"Huh?"
Yang Xuan was shocked.
He had never encountered such a problem before. In the past, other than being stopped once when he entered the Allpine City, he had never experienced such a thing.
Zhang Zhengli glanced at Yang Xuan. When he saw the confused look on Yang Xuan's face, he immediately understood what Zhang Zhengli meant. He took two steps forward and took out a jade token from his waist and handed it over.
He had always been a solemn person, but at this moment, there was still a hint of pride on his face.
The soldier took the jade token and took a rough look at it. He immediately shivered and looked up at Zhang Zhengli. He then looked at the jade token and quickly bowed.
"This lowly one has eyes but failed to see. I did not know that the Immortal Master had arrived. I hope you can atone for your crimes."
With this move, the dozen or so soldiers behind him bowed. For a moment, the entire city gate was focused on Zhang Zhengli.
Yang Xuan was no exception. However, he was more concerned about that jade token.
The jade plate was half the size of a palm. It was green and crystal clear. There were many complicated patterns carved on it. It seemed to be a hundred beasts.
There were three bright red words in the middle of the jade plate. It was the Myriad Spirit Sect.
"Myriad Spirit Sect's waist plate? I didn't expect it to be so useful in this rare Chiang Country."
Yang Xuan smiled. This wouldn't do him any harm. Instead, it would save him a lot of trouble.
With this waist tag, Zhang Zhengli could do many things. He could also take the opportunity to keep a low profile. If a soldier or common people in Chiang Country recognized him, he would be exposed.
After all, he was a disciple of the hidden sect.
"Zhang Fellow Daoist, it seems like your Myriad Spirit Sect has a very high status in the Chiang Country. Even the soldiers of these cities recognize your badge."
Yang Xuan followed Zhang Zhengli into the city and praised him.
Zhang Zhengli kept the jade plates and said with a serious expression, "The Fellow Daoist is very serious. In any case, our Myriad Spirit Sect has helped these small countries eliminate many monstrous geniuses. It's only to make it easier for them to recognize the waist plates."
"That's true. It seems like we have to rely on the Fellow Daoist for our days in this city."
"Ai, what are you talking about?"
Zhang Zhengli waved his hand and said, "I know that Fellow Daoist Yang is from the hidden sect, so I am not familiar with these things. Don't worry, if there is any problem, I will deal with it myself."
When he saw that Yang Xuan was almost stopped by an ordinary soldier when he entered the city, he became more and more certain of Yang Xuan's identity.
After all, he did not look like he was faking it. Logically speaking, a dignified Third Stage wouldn't be restricted by these secular rules. Not to mention these ordinary people, even if the emperor of Chiang Country was here... That's got to be polite.
He was very clear about the status of cultivators in these small countries of Chiang Country, and looking at Yang Xuan's appearance, he clearly did not know about this.
"Three Yuan Clarity Sect. When I heard this name, I knew it wasn't an ordinary small sect. Should I inform Master first?"
Zhang Zhengli glanced at Yang Xuan, who was standing next to him, without leaving a trace. He kept thinking in his heart.
The two of them found a relatively remote inn in the city to rest. From the beginning to the end, Zhang Zhengli had taken care of everything. It was worthy of his solemn look.