What If My Sister Wants To Attack Me

"name."

The black-robed old man sitting behind the counter raised his head slightly, his cloudy eyes swept over the person in front of him, and asked lightly.

On the table in front of the old man, there was a sign that read - "Yanyang County Cross-regional Teleportation Formation Registration and Reservation Office".

"Xuanzang." The bald man standing in front of the counter said in a deep voice.

"Where?" the old man asked while writing down Xuanzang on the register.

"Shenxiao Xianyu, invite Moon City."

"Transmission fee, 100,000 spirit silver."

Lingyin is the hard currency of Chunyang Immortal Domain. Li Ran had already exchanged 200,000 spiritual silvers with black and white magic weapons at the exchange office in the city.

He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and placed it on the table. After the old man used his spiritual sense to count the spiritual silver in the bag, he nodded.

"Well, this is your registered jade card. The teleportation formation leading to the Immortal Realm will open in half a month. The time is noon. Please wait at the teleportation pad at least two hours in advance. , remember."

The old man handed Li Ran a jade token and instructed.

"Thank you."

Li Ran took the jade token and walked out of the reservation building. For the next half month, he could only wait quietly in the city for the teleportation array to open.

"Stinky boy, you spend my money, take notes one by one, and you'll have to pay it back later."

On Li Ran's way back to the inn, Black and White kept nagging.

From Jingnian Xinyu to Chunyang Immortal Territory, and now from Chunyang Immortal Territory to Shenxiao Immortal Territory, all the tolls Li Ran used along the way were dug out of black and white storage bags.

Listening to Black and White's nagging, Li Ran couldn't help but said: "I said, you used to be an immortal monarch after all, or an unscrupulous **** immortal monarch. I am afraid that you have done a lot of things like killing people, stealing treasures, and stealing people's old bottoms. Why are you so petty? Is it just a little toll?"

"Stinky boy, who are you calling a bastard?"

"Didn't you before?"

"I'm the way of the strong, you know shit." Black and white squinted and argued.

Li Ran groaned inwardly, thinking to himself, I have never seen such a stingy and caring powerhouse.

After he returned to the inn, he stayed behind closed doors and concentrated on his cultivation.

Although the orb embedded in Li Ran's forehead often gave him a headache, it had a special advantage, that is, when he was cultivating, it could lead him into a mysterious state similar to epiphany, without being disturbed by evil thoughts, and the cultivation efficiency was high. A long way from before.

Whenever he entered that state, he would vaguely hear the sound of Brahma singing, as if it came from the depths of his soul.

This convinced him that this thing must have something to do with Zen Buddhism, and if it was attached to him, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

But right now, the benefits this thing brought him outweighed the disadvantages.

Li Ran fell into that mysterious state again, immersed in cultivation, temporarily ignoring the passage of time.

There are still three days before the opening of the teleportation formation. On this day, a group of people came to the Qixing Building where the "Yanyang County Cross-region Teleportation Formation Registration Reservation Office" is located. The fierce armored soldiers of Yangjun City.

When the old man behind the counter saw the scribe, he immediately stood up from his chair and said respectfully, "The villain has seen Guanshi Yue, but I don't know why he is here."

The middle-aged scribe, known as Director Yue, nodded and said, "How many people have registered for the cross-domain teleportation formation this month?"

The old man replied, "The total number of people who made reservations for the teleportation formation this month is 192, which is about the same as usual."

"Where is the roster? Let me see it."

"Yes, sir, please take a look." The old man took out the register from his sleeve and handed it to the scribe.

The scribe took the roster, his palms closed slightly, and then separated. The roster in his hand became two copies. He returned the original to the old man, and then led a group of soldiers out of the Seven Stars Building.

The registered old man watched them leave, and doubts flashed in his cloudy eyes. The steward of the city owner's family came to him on purpose, just to print a roster?

There is a banquet going on in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

The servants in the mansion are all curious, what kind of distinguished guests have come. The last time the city lord mansion held a banquet of this scale, it was the immortal monarch under the command of Immortal Emperor Chunyang. When the Wuyang Hou came to visit, which immortal monarch came? already?

Of course, curiosity is a matter of curiosity. People don't dare to ask random questions. Anyway, there is no need to worry. After two days, the identity of this distinguished guest will naturally spread in the mansion.

In the main hall, there were staggered splendid singers and singers lingering in the banquet, with beautiful eyes and beautiful gestures.

The people who can appear at this banquet are all powerful people in the city. All of them are full of energy and have extraordinary bearing, but compared to the two at the main table, they are like a pheasant seeing a phoenix.

On the main table in the center of the hall, there were only two people sitting opposite each other.

The man on the left is wearing a purple-gold robe, with a majestic face, and looks indescribably expensive. He is the lord of a county in Yanyang County, the city lord of Yanyang County, Situ Lie.

"Haha, you and I haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. Today, when we meet again, Your Excellency is even better than before." Situ Lie said with a full drink.

Sitting on the other side is a woman with picturesque eyebrows, ice muscles and jade bones, like a pearl and beautiful jade, and has a icy and clean temperament that refuses to be thousands of miles away. Situ Lie is completely two extremes.

"Situ City Lord's cultivation seems to have also made great progress, which is gratifying." The woman smiled.

"A little improvement is insignificant. Compared with the step, it is even more shameful to me." Situ Lie said shyly, raised his head, and drank another cup, "Entering the realm with the cultivation base of the step, if it takes time, it will break through the emperor realm. Not impossible."

The woman chuckled lightly: "The city lord is joking, how can I dare to hope that how many arrogances have been blocked through the ages?"

"Why do you have to underestimate yourself with one step? With enough resources from heaven and man, as long as the heart of the Tao is not dead, you may not be able to see the Tao of heaven."

The two of you came and went, and the greetings kept going, until a middle-aged scribe bowed and came to stand at the table.

"City Lord, I have brought the book." The scribe took out a roll of the book from his sleeve, and the woman's gaze swept across the book in his hand without a trace.

Situ Lie took the roster, glanced at the woman, and said with a smile, "Old friend, the roster is here, please take a look." He raised his hand lightly, and the roster in his hand slowly flew to the woman.

"Thank you."

The roster was flipped in front of the woman, her eyes swept across the contents of the roster quickly, but the name was not found.

She thought for a while and asked, "Is there a bald monk among them?"

Situ Lie looked at the scribe: "Have you checked it out?"

The scribe bowed and returned: "My subordinates have found out the information of each person on the roster and their location in the city. There is indeed a young monk, and a soul boy is next to him."

The woman's clear eyes suddenly lit up: "Where is he now?"

The scribe said, "He is in an inn in the east of the city, and he hasn't gone out for ten days."