Wanxiang Tower in Yecheng is obviously one level higher than Wanxiang Tower in Shengping County.

The decoration is more luxurious.

There are four girls in front of the store who are soliciting guests in front of the door.

The door is spacious and there are a steady stream of guests.

Yi Lin stopped talking and rushed in.

The girl in front of the shop saw Yi Lin's eyes and wanted to come up and ask about her origin, but she didn't expect that Yi Lin was so fast and skillful, and she collapsed in one step.

They didn't stop them.

"So impatient?"

The girls in front of the store were stunned, but since they didn't stop them, they didn't stop them. After all, Wanxianglou is a place where fireworks are opened to do business, and there is no benefit in offending customers.

Entering the brothel, singing and dancing, the extravagant spirit hits the face.

Yi Lin looked around and quickly recognized the shopkeeper of the Wanxiang Building.

Speaking of which, it is not difficult to identify the shopkeepers of Wanxianglou. The most charming and beautiful woman who looks like a veteran of flowers is her.

"Look at this treasure of mine."

Yi Lin approached the woman, opened her clothes, and secretly exposed a corner of the agarwood.

The shopkeeper of Wanxianglou in Yecheng, named Duan Niang, was originally dealing with the guests, but the childish voice of the boy from behind was shocked, but when she caught a glimpse of the "baby" exposed in the boy's collar, her face changed even more.

"Agarwood Order?"

Without saying a word, Satin brought the ordinary young man to the secret compartment.

With the agarwood order, Yi Lin didn't need to take any detours this time, she just expressed her intentions.

Dunnie looked Yi Lin up and down, and her face turned slightly red at the end, and she tentatively said: "Shunnie, dare you ask if the immortal is... Senior Lin Yi of Tianjianmen?"

Yi Lin was very puzzled: "Your information is so well-informed?"

When Satin Mother heard Yi Lin's assent, her face turned redder. Her wonderful eyes looked at her, which was extremely tempting, as if she could drip out of water. Satin Mother covered her mouth and smiled, answering the question that was irrelevant: "Senior Lin... is quite famous in the industry."

What Yi Lin didn't know was that in order to clear the news about herself and the "Embroidered Princess", the embroidered girl deliberately broadcasted the news of Yi Lin's "Kyujiro".

The implication is that the reason why the embroidered lady gave the agarwood order was not because of something else, because the boy was too strong, she couldn't resist it and could not grasp it.

The news was so outrageous, so within a short ten years, one to ten, ten to hundreds, spread in the circle of Wanxianglou.

Everyone knows something.

A strange boy appeared at Tianjian Gate.

It seems ordinary, but it is generous, the key is to be able to "nine times".

The Tianjian Sect has always been noble and lonely, and has hardly ever interacted with the Qingluan Tree. After all, the two Xuanmen are not on the same level. But Lin Yi's appearance made the girls ignite.

This is the thigh of Tianjianmen!

"I guess it was the embroiderer who said something."

Yi Lin nodded and didn't ask too much. He took out a handful of heavy silver from his bag and scattered it on the table like a throw of garbage.

When Satin Mother saw so much silver, her eyes were straightened and she looked straight at the boy in front of her. She became hundreds of times more handsome in an instant. So Satin Mother clamped her legs tightly, with a little shy expression in respect, and asked about the boy's intentions.

...

Half an hour later.

Yi Lin hurried out of Wanxiang Tower.

At the agreed time and place, Yi Lin met Jian Nanchun again.

When he met, Zen Master Kuye still grabbed Wang Xiaohu, and persuaded people to go to Buddha.

When Jian Nanchun saw Yi Lin, he looked stern and looked solemn: "Let's go, I found out about my junior sister. She was probably passing by Yecheng yesterday, and we were not far from my junior sister and the others."

Yi Lin spoke happily, and the information he spoke was several times more detailed than what Jian Nanchun learned: "Fifty miles away, Malou Mountain."

Jian Nanchun was stunned: "How did you know?"

Yi Lin proudly shook the agarwood order in front of Jian Nanchun: "Senior brother, don't forget your junior brother's specialty."

Along the way, every time Yi Lin deliberately called Senior Brother Jian Nanchun, Jian Nanchun deliberately refused to answer. But this time, in anxiety, Jian Nanchun didn't care about denying the relationship between "Senior Brother and Junior Brother". Since Yi Lin had found out the news, he hurriedly took a few people out of the city.

They are in the bustling city at this moment. Yi Lin called "Senior Brother". Jian Nanchun did not deny it, and even confirmed the relationship between the two brothers.

In the alleys of the city, countless seemingly inconspicuous people quietly regarded this scene as news and spread it, and soon passed it back to Wanxianglou.

Now, Yi Lin's identity is even more solid in the circle, and no one doubts anymore.

...

As soon as he left Yecheng, Jian Nanchun, Zen Master Kuye sacrificed his magic weapon at the same time and took off.

Wang Xiaohu originally wanted to walk on Jian Nanchun's flying sword in touch, but was pushed into Zen Master Kuye by Yi Lin.

Wang Xiaohu looked at Yi Lin blankly, his expression as if he was about to cry and burst into tears.

The two monks led two calfs who had just left the world and headed west.

Malou Mountain is located in the west of Yecheng. It is said that monsters are everywhere at night, so the legend of monsters entrenched, and ordinary people dare not approach it easily.

For the two monks, it was just fifty miles away.

In less than half an hour, the four of them flew all the way to the sky above Malou Mountain.

It turned out that it was not only at night, but also during the day, and there were waves of mist here.

As he approached the sky above Malou Mountain, Jian Nanchun and Zen Master Kuye changed their faces at the same time, and landed on the outskirts of Malou Mountain.

"Is there any evil spirit?"

Yi Lin noticed the strange movements between the two and couldn't help asking.

What he actually wants to say is that it is not like it!

Although Yi Lin is not very familiar with Xuanmen practice, the aura around Malou Mountain is very different from that of Qingniu Mountain.

The entire brothel mountain was filled with the demonic smell coming out of the tiger Bai Chuchu, but the Malou Mountain did not have that smell.

"No," Jian Nanchun looked at Zen Master Kuye and shook his head: "Someone has set up a plan here."

"Amitabha," Zen Master Kuye clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddha's name: "Someone set up a trapped array here. In my humble opinion, it looks quite like the magical method."

"Moluo Palace? This is impossible." Jian Nanchun actually felt that it was a magic trick, but his face was slightly pale, shook his head, and said expressionlessly: "Thousands of years ago, the three Buddhist and Taoist demons, Yanfuzhou, Moluo Palace, and Tianjianmen, had already made a contract and would never be involved in the secular world and should not interfere with the secular world disputes. Otherwise, the other two sects would surround and kill them. For thousands of years, the disciples of the three sects have followed this thousand-year agreement and never violated it. How could the Moluo Palace risk offending our Tianjianmen and Yanfuzhou to cause chaos in the secular world?"

The upper three gates represent the top forces of the three families of Buddha, Taoism and Demon, namely Yanfuzhou, Tianjianmen, and Demonic Palace.

Whether it is a human monk or a demon, everyone in this circle knows these three names without demons.

Even though the three families of the Imperial families have rarely stepped out of the world for the past thousand years, they still have scattered legends.

Jian Nanchun is well aware of the rules of the industry in the circle.

He knew that the three gates had signed a thousand-year agreement.

This agreement ended the thousand-year-old struggle.

In this thousand years, the world cannot be said to be peaceful, but the three gates are far away from the world and develop secretly.

When Zen Master Kuye talked about the Demon Sect, Jian Nanchun instantly remembered this long-lost name.

He has little experience and has only heard a few words from the mouths of the elders in the sect.

But even that little word is enough to make Jian Nanchun imagine the terrible part of the Moluo Palace.

Not to mention the strength, the people in the Moluo Palace are the complete devils.

They acted ruthlessly, acted recklessly, and were free of restraint. If they had a disagreement, they would be bloody.

Zen Master Kuye said again: "Since the thousand-year agreement, the Moluo Palace has been hiding away from the world. The rest of the forces in the Demon Sect have no choice but to withdraw from the Central Plains, mostly hiding into the 100,000 mountains in the southwest, or in the boundless desert at the extreme west. Or, crossing the vast sea and reaching the Southern Continent. Logically speaking, in the Daqing Dynasty, the Demon Sect declined, and they rarely appeared whereabouts."

After listening to the two of them, Yi Lin gradually completed the situation in the world in his mind.
Chapter completed!