After coming out of trance, the whole person feels refreshed.

Following the previous memories, Zhiyang took a walk in Qingqiu.

Fandeng City should be regarded as the most prosperous place in the entire Qingqiu. The north and south gather together, with walking merchants and thoroughfares, forming such a lush scene.

The name Fandeng City comes from this. As the sky gets darker, people and merchants hang up colorful lanterns from house to house in Fandeng City. Even at night, the city is brightly lit.

After entering Fandeng City, Zhiyang had not felt such real warmth for a long time.

There were many people on the street, and the merchants on both sides kept asking the customers on the road to take a look at their belongings. There were no rare treasures, but there were also some weird and wonderful things.

Not long after entering the city, Zhiyang had a fox mask on her face, a candied haws, a pack of roasted chestnuts, and a box of pastries in her hand.

"It's better to be alive!" Looking at the things in his hands, Zhiyang couldn't help but sigh.

After eight hundred years of death, she has not experienced such a free life for more than eight hundred years. Now walking on the street, Zhiyang is curious about everything and wants to see everything.

"Take a look, take a look! The Kung Fu Pill left by the Witch Zhiyang, if you take this Kung Fu Pill of mine, you will be able to ascend to the gods just around the corner! Come and have a look! The Witch Zhiyang personally taught it, and you will never be deceived!"

This shouting was really unexpected in the market. Zhiyang was instantly attracted by the sound. After passing through the sea of ​​people, she also saw this shouting person walking down the street.

"Hey, girl, come and take a look at my Kung Fu Pill! It was left here by the witch Zhiyang herself."

The vendor was dressed in a black robe, with his own sign hanging on his shoulders. He smiled cunningly and had a matchmaker's mole on his face, which made Zhiyang slightly disgusted.

Just because of the matchmaker mole on his face, I couldn't teach him any Kung Fu pills.

The vendor casually took out two celadon bottles from his saddle bag and handed them to Zhiyang.

"Look, this is a first-class elixir. It's possible to ascend to the gods after taking it." The vendor didn't make a draft and started recommending it to Zhiyang directly.

The celadon bottle stopper was gently opened, and a pungent smell of elixir rushed directly into the nasal cavity, causing Zhiyang to cough several times.

"What are you talking about? It smells so strong!"

He pinched his nose, frowned, leaned back slightly, and directly put the porcelain bottle in his hand into the vendor's hand.

"Little girl, have you ever made such a bad elixir before? With your skills, tsk tsk tsk -"

Dajiao Xuan's mocking voice sounded in his mind, and full of malice suddenly attacked Zhiyang.

"Shut up! My aunt doesn't do such crooked things!" Zhiyang replied in a low voice, fearing that someone would notice something strange.

However, this hawker was also an expert at observing words and expressions. When he saw Zhiyang's disgust, his eyes instantly turned and his body leaned forward slightly. Although his eyes were a little evasive, he pretended to be mysterious and waved his hand, indicating that he had something to say to Zhiyang.

Somewhat suspicious, Zhiyang glanced at the person in front of him again. Although he didn't know what he was planning, he still paid attention.

"Let me tell you, why was the witch so powerful back then? It was because she took the medicine I asked for. Seriously, I found this prescription from the Palace of Habitat."

puff--

What kind of nonsense is this? What happened back then is now arranged like this? Are you still taking medicine? Bah——

"Hey, brother, are you telling the truth? Is this medicine so magical?" He exhaled slowly and looked at the vendor. For some reason, Zhiyang's playfulness suddenly rose.

The fox's eyes turned, and a cunning flash flashed, and a pair of pure and clean eyes appeared in front of the dealer. The innocent eyes, coupled with Zhiyang's fair and creamy face, really looked like an ignorant fairy who had just entered the three realms.

"Of course it's true... You know the scene in Zhiyang back then, when one person faced thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals..."

"Liar! You are lying to me about the queen again!"

Before the vendor could finish speaking, Zhuang Su's voice suddenly shouted, causing Zhiyang to look up suddenly.

"Yeah, yeah, it hurts!"

The hawker's hand was grabbed behind his back, and with just a slight exertion, the liar's arm would be in danger.

"You still dare to talk nonsense about the queen in Fandeng City! See if I don't peel off your skin today!"

This scene made Zhiyang stunned. There was actually someone speaking for him?

I have been a witch for thousands of years. When people mention me, they always scold me with anger and anger. Every word they say is more unpleasant than the last. I never care about these things. I hear them in one ear and hear them in the other. When they scold them, it seems that they say

Zhiyang is not the same as herself.

Today, he really shocked himself. He is not afraid of being surrounded by people and giving him a lesson.

"I don't dare, I don't dare!" Now that his arm was being pinched, Lu Liang could only agree again and again because of the pain, "Isn't it just that I'm going to buy things in the name of the witch... the queen? As for that?"

Fandeng City was already prosperous, and the liar was captured on the street. After a short while, all the earth fairies gathered around him.

"Lu Liang, you haven't done this once or twice. No one else knows who the queen is, but everyone in Fandeng City knows it! If it weren't for her, Fandeng City would be gone."

"Yes, they all say that the female monarch is at fault. If it weren't for the female monarch, the entire immortal clan in Qingqiu would be gone!"

"..."

More people gathered around, all speaking for Zhiyang. Listening to the words of the people around him, Zhiyang didn't know what to do for a while.

"You are very popular, little witch. More than 800 years have passed, and there are still so many people following you!"

Through the frost mirror, Dajiao Xuanyuan can also see and hear things outside.

The earthly immortals spoke kindly to a witch, which had never happened in the Three Realms. But after hearing the words of these common people, he also had a new view of Zhiyang.

Hearing Dajiao Xuanyuan's joke, Zhiyang did not argue with him as before, but stared at the scene for a while, then turned and walked away.

"Hey, hey, why did you leave? You don't want to hear what these immortals say about you anymore?"

"Why are you listening to him? You might as well be nailed to a pillar of shame and laughed at."

Zhiyang spoke very casually, not as enthusiastic as when he had just entered the city, but with a bit of cynical indifference.

Dajiao Xuanyuan in the frost mirror curled his lips and continued to ask: "Are those earthly immortals telling the truth? Were you doing it for these little immortals back then?"

"Ah?" Zhiyang paused and started to pretend to be stupid: "Me? Can I think of those? I am a witch. If I don't kill them, I will burn high incense at home."

After a while, neither of them spoke. Compared with the immortals shopping around, Zhiyang fell into silence, which was incompatible with the bustling market.

"I'm tired. Let's find an inn and go back to sleep!"

He raised his gloomy eyes, yawned, and there were a few tears in the corners of his eyes due to physiological reactions. The gloominess in his eyes was swept away, leaving behind a careless leisure.

At night, the streets of Fandeng City are still bright, and there are fewer and fewer people on the street. Even the businessmen on the street have packed up their things and gone home to sleep.

This inn should be the one with the best foundation in Fandeng City. At this moment, Zhiyang was lying on the second floor window watching the last businessman on the street go home.

The lights were still bright, but there was no bustle of people in the daytime. Accompanied by the stars in the sky, the whole city had a different kind of tranquility.

Lying quietly on the window, his mind was completely empty, and he didn't know what to think. He had been like this since he came back from the market. Occasionally, Dajiao Xuanyuan in the frost mirror made a joke, and Zhiyang didn't retort, "Yeah, this is it"

Yes, I just answered casually, and it was just a matter of prevarication.

"Little girl, do you want to drink?"

A question in the frost mirror broke Zhiyang's calmness.

After finishing speaking, Zhiyang felt the wind moving around her, and the next moment, she no longer looked like she was in the inn room.

The blue and white stone path stopped at your feet. You were in a mountain forest, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. You walked to a small courtyard.

The courtyard vividly displays the spring landscape. The moist soil carries the fragrance after the rain. Under the fence not far away, an unknown flower has already formed buds, and may bloom in the next moment.

Zhiyang walked to the stone table in the courtyard. The next moment, a slovenly old man walked out of the house and motioned for Zhiyang to sit on the stone bench.

"Sit down, sit down, when did you girl become so polite?"

As soon as the voice spoke, Zhiyang smiled, and the old man walking towards him was none other than Dajiao Xuanyuan.

"You are really an old man!" Seeing Dajiao Xuanyuan walking in front of him, a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face, "Quick, quick, quick, let me take a good look at this sloppy old man like you!"

"You've lived for tens of thousands of years, and you're still not an old man?"

"You old man is different. Those old men in Jiuchongtian are all upright, with decent hair and clothes, looking like old antiques. Look at you again, your hair looks like it has exploded, and your clothes are like

He is like a beggar in the world, not like a dragon."

Zhiyang touched her chin and walked around Dajiao Xuanyuan three times, inside and outside, before saying what she just said.

"Hmph, what's so good about them? Tianjun sits in the Nine Heavens every day and doesn't do anything like a dog." Dajiao Xuanyuan snorted coldly, "Look at me again, people who have seen me look like this.

It’s not much, just be content with it, girl!”

"Contented and contented!" Zhiyang nodded frequently, but her eyes were fixed on the wine in Dajiao Xuanyuan's hand.

"This wine was given to me by Chongen, and I'm giving you an advantage today."

When the wine jar is put together, a mellow aroma hits the face. Different from the peach blossom wine Zhiyang drank, this wine has a fresh aroma, which makes me feel much better when I ask.

He poured the wine, and Zhiyang drank a glass directly: "Good wine! You, an old man, have a lot of good things!"

"Humph, you are the only one who has this taste!" He took a big sip, grabbed a few peanuts from the table and stuffed them into his mouth.

As the wine entered her throat, Zhiyang felt a burning sensation in her stomach. She pinched a piece of pastry and felt relieved.
Chapter completed!