Chapter 433: No wind in Xia Ning

The three of Ning Wufeng came out of Yuling City and set the destination directly to the capital of the Qin Dynasty-Xiandu!
Daqin Xian is the most prosperous and central place in the eastern part of the entire continent. Legend has it that it is more than ten times bigger than Yu Lingcheng.
Along the way, Yan Ling also told Ning Wufeng and others about all he knew about Xiandu.
Xiandu has been passed down from ancient times. In ancient times, it was a mighty city with the Xia emperor among the three emperors. There are many great families, and most of them have a strong background. It can be said to be "going all over the place, there is fake Dan everywhere".
Even if the monk Yuandanjing was in Xiandu, it was not that kind of unpredictable existence.
"As long as you can pay enough price, you can even recruit monk Yuandanjing as your obedience." Yan Ling said with a smile.
"There are heavenly treasures that can prolong life, and the unpredictable ancient traditions have attracted countless monks. All first-class forces in Daqin have branches in Xiandu, and even some extraordinary forces exist . "
"How do you know?" Ning Wufeng asked suddenly.
"I ... heard it." Yan Ling coughed heavily, looking slightly embarrassed.
Ning had no wind to hear, and could not help but lick his lips. This was where he wanted to go. With sufficient resources, he could push the physical body to a higher level.
"However, where is our closest stop?" He asked again, and now he couldn't wait.
"Ming King City." Yan Ling groaned for a moment and said.
Ming King City?
Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, why did the name sound so familiar? At first glance, I felt that this Ming Dynasty city seemed to be inextricably linked with myself.
Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue, and the Ming Wang Yi pulse it represents, had made Xingying extremely jealous before. What does it have to do with this Ming King City?
He could not help raising his yearning for the Ming Dynasty King City.
However, Yan Ling immediately added, "Son, Xiao Ming Palace, a first-class force in the Ming Dynasty, is a little weird, so the shorter we stay in the Ming Dynasty, the better."
"Strange?" Ning Wufeng couldn't help but his face moved slightly, even Yan Ling showed a very prudent look, which shows that this thing is not childish.
He nodded slightly, and it was an answer.
The immortal continent is too big. There are people outside this person. It is better to be cautious in the world outside the sky.
For almost half a month, Ning Wufeng walked all the way and finally entered the ground of Ming Dynasty City.
The low-rise houses are lined up in a row, and every family is closed and closed, and a large banner with runes is hung in front of the door.
If it were not for Yan Ling's explanation, Ning Wufeng even suspected that these villages were empty.
"Most of the people in Ming King City believe in King Ming, so these people are willing to come out to work at night and rest during the day. The rest time is different from those in other spirit cities."
It's really weird. Ning Wufeng said secretly in his heart, but he was also a little curious about the Ming King City, and felt a force calling to himself in the bottom.
The three went forward again and again, and finally saw someone appear.
"Have you heard? The ghost disaster in the city is getting worse lately." Two people walked past them and whispered.
"Isn't it? My little cousin is a disciple of the holy palace. I heard that there are words coming out of the holy palace. There are half a step of ghosts in this disaster. For this reason, the holy palace has made huge sums of money. Reward. "The other whispered.
The two wore black-colored robes, decorated with various dazzling runes, exuding a faint light. The two whispered, and glanced at the three of Ning Wufeng from time to time, looking weird, and then hurried away.
Yan Ling immediately explained: "The holy palace in their mouth is Xiaoming Palace. Just now, these two people should have seen our costumes different from theirs, so they were a little curious."
"What happened to the ghost disaster they said before?" Ning Wufeng asked. I don't know if it was affected by the two people before, or what happened, and his voice was much lower.
"There are many spatial cracks in the Ming Dynasty City. Some of the spatial cracks are directly connected to the bottom of the ground, so ghosts often float out, but at most they are ghost servants, ghost soldiers and the like. Only ghosts can appear as ghost disasters. "
Ning Wufeng showed a sorrow. The strength of the ghost servant is stronger than the monk of Tongqiao Realm, the strength of the ghost soldier is stronger than the monk of Purple Lake Realm, and the ghost is stronger than the monk of Divine Realm. It is equivalent to half a step Yuandan, and even stronger.
"Ghosts are all conscious and will control these ghost soldiers and servants."
"So, do they have a cultivating spirit?" Ning Wufeng said with surprise, his eyes brightened.
Yan Ling was a little surprised. He didn't know that Ning Wufeng planned to cultivate the power of the soul, but just nodded.
"Let's go to King Ming City."
The three of Ning Wufeng set off towards the Ming Dynasty.
Ming Wangcheng is not a ghostly place like Ning Wufeng imagined. The same people come and go, but they are very quiet and prosperous several times than Yuling City. There are strange sculptures everywhere, five-headed and ten-armed birdman, three-eyed King Kong, and Kong Wu's powerful eight-armed Luohan ...
Various strange and rare items are sold at the market along the street. There is a kind of Ming Wang Fu that is very popular, and it is sold at almost every stall. Ning Wufeng whim, bought three, one for each.
Ming Wang Fu is engraved with angry King Kong, exuding a slight spiritual fluctuation. The stall owner saw that they were outsiders and said a few more words.
"My Mingfu Fu here are all goods directly taken from the holy palace. They are definitely authentic goods. It can drive away evil and avoid ghosts, and the effect is definitely good."
He was a little hoarse and didn't speak very much.
Ning Wufeng couldn't help but chuckled, this was considered as a local customs, and immediately asked: "Yes, boss, why do you speak so quietly here?"
The grand bazaar is bustling, but everyone speaks very quietly, and it sounds a bit weird.
"Shh." The shop whispered to him, and whispered, "Looking at you buying three pieces of Ming Wangfu, I will tell you. If you can't speak loudly, it will startle the ghost."
"Joke, uncle, I don't believe it, there are ghosts in this sky!" The buyer at the booth next to him is also a foreigner. After listening, he yelled with a throat, and all the eyes of everyone around him suddenly came.
Everyone's eyes were a little angry and dissatisfied, and even some sellers showed a gloating look.
"Oh, don't speak loudly. It's the time of the ghost disaster, speak loudly and will be remembered by those ghosts." The stall owner opposite Ning Wufeng was extremely enthusiastic and hurriedly discouraged.
"Hum, I'm not afraid to tell you, Uncle is from the family of Ouye, Da Richeng. This time I came to see what kind of disaster." The big man said with a rough voice. Do not care about the eyes of the people around.
The stall owners around him gave him a sympathetic glance and sighed. The stall owner who said he was going to sell him Ming Wang Fu also revealed the boss's reluctance, and seemed unwilling to get in touch with him.
Ning Wufeng chuckled and bought a Ming Wang Fu from the stall here, handed it to the big man, and smiled: "We can be considered as the folks."
The big man looked at these timid stallholders with a look of disappointment, hummed softly, came over and patted Ning Wufeng's shoulder, and said, "Brother, you have the courage."
While talking, he took the Ming Wang Fu and muttered, "I didn't buy this thing for myself, but for our son."
Ning Wufeng nodded softly, never expecting to be a loyal person.
But the stall owner told Ning Wufeng, "Little brother, I said you better not be with everyone, or you will get in trouble."
trouble?
Ning Wufeng smiled a little. If he didn't encounter a little trouble, how could he get the magic skills of ghost training.
"Thank you for reminding me."
The big man glanced at the stall owner with a look of dissatisfaction, and hummed, "Just take care of yourself and be careful when I dismantle your booth."
The stall owner shrank, and dared not say more.
The brave man snorted and turned to look at Ning Wufeng, and said, "Brother, I see that you are coming from outside in a dusty place, it should be for this ghost disaster. It happens that our son-in-law is going to host it in Linjiang Pavilion A ghost-relief meeting. You might as well go for a fun. "
"Our son must like a bold person like you."
Ghost Relief Society?
Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, although he didn't know that it was a joke between a group of sister-in-laws, but he dealt with the ghost disaster with all due care. However, he still decided to go and ask for some news, which is better than turning around in the city in confusion.
"If that's the case, there is a brother, Lao. There is no wind in Xia Ning, and you still don't know your first name?"
The big man waved his hand and said, "Why don't you have any big names? It's a rough family name, called Shunkou. You can call me Taixiong."
Ning Wufeng glanced at him.
After all, the big man took the lead and led the three of them together towards Linjiang Pavilion.
What Ning Wufeng didn't know was that they had just stepped into the territory of the Ming Dynasty. The majestic Ming sculpture in the Xiaoming Palace of the holy palace suddenly burst into a dazzling light, which instantly shocked the entire Xiaoming Palace.
"What's going on?" A group of disciples of Ming Palace looked at this sculpture, which is the symbol of Xiaoming Palace, in surprise.
At this moment, an immense force came from the depths of Xiaoming Palace.
"Be calm and restless!"
Unexpectedly, even the ancestors in the Xiaoming Palace were shocked.
Almost at the same time, several powerful breaths continued to communicate in the palace.
"Old ancestors, after waiting for so many years, the blood of Ming Wang finally appeared." One said joyfully.
"Do you know what's your name?" A rough voice came.
"No wind in Xia Ning!"
What Ning Wufeng said before was repeated again by the people here, which sounded weird.
"Ning, nothing, wind."
The ancestor was shrouded in mist of mist, and his voice sounded empty. A hint of joy came out, which inadvertently affected the spiritual flow of space.