Under the arrangement of the innkeeper, Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan not only saw Feng Mo, the Lord of Feng City, but also Dongfang Lei and Feng Li, who looked embarrassed. "Master Ye Dan, I have long admired your name!" "Lord Feng City, Young Master Dongfang, I have long admired your name!" After the two parties greeted each other, they sat down. Feng Li cautiously looked up at Ye Feiran, and met Ye Feiran's gaze. Ye Feiran smiled slightly and asked, "Feng Li, what's wrong with you?" Hearing this, Feng Li suddenly looked nervous, "It's okay, I'm okay." Ye Feiran naturally knew why Feng Li was like this, so he smiled and comforted her, "Feng Li, you don't have to be like this. There are so many things in this world that you can't help but do." What's more, she can't kill a whole boat of people with a bamboo pole. Now in her mind, Feng Li and Feng Wei both have a good impression. Hearing this, Feng Mo was slightly startled, while Feng Li looked happy. "Master Ye Dan, you are so kind!" Ye Feiran smiled and said nothing. Next, after the waiter served the food, Feng Mo went straight to the point, "Master Ye, we are here to ask you a favor today." As for Liu Shikai's matter, there is no need to mention it again. There are some things that everyone knows very well, and speaking out will only make the atmosphere awkward. Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan looked at each other, and they both had a guess in their hearts. The Lord of Feng City should also be here to see Si Xuan! "Lord Feng City, please speak!" "I would like to ask Master Ye Danshi to help me calculate whether there will be a big opportunity in the city that never sleeps in the near future?" Feng Mo said quickly. As soon as these words came out, Ye Feiran understood in her heart, and then she thought about it, could she take the opportunity to discuss the conditions with the Lord of Feng City, such as how many people she could bring into the city, regardless of their cultivation. Anyway, Master had long expected that the Tower of Time would come to the Nightless City, so he would definitely not care about her taking this opportunity to negotiate terms with the Lord of Feng City. Thinking of this, Ye Feiran quietly sent a message to Ye Murin, "Lord Emperor, have you talked to Lord Feng about going through the back door?" "It's already been negotiated." Ye Murin immediately sent a message back. Ye Feiran felt happy for a while, and then sent a message to Ye Mulin about his plan. Hearing this, Ye Murin couldn't help but laugh, "Haha... Ran'er can do whatever he likes, I'll take care of everything." "good!" Feng Mo and Dongfang Lei felt a little anxious when they saw that Ye Feiran had not spoken yet, but they did not dare to rush Ye Feiran. After a while, Ye Feiran said, "I can tell Master about this, but I have a condition." Feng Mo breathed a sigh of relief, this was something to talk about. "Whatever the conditions are, Alchemist Ye just tell me." Ye Feiran took a sip of the spiritual tea before continuing, "If Master agrees, then Fengcheng Master will give me one hundred places through the back door." Going through the back door, as the name suggests, means that one's cultivation level has not reached the stage of transcending the tribulation. Feng Mo naturally understood, and then felt helpless in her heart. In addition to Emperor Zun and Murong Poison Master, many people also approached her during this period to ask for backdoor quotas, but she only promised to give Emperor Zun and Murong Poison Master fifty quotas. There are a lot of cultivators entering the Nightless City now. If she allows more cultivators to come in, it will be of no benefit to the cultivators in the Nightless City. As the city lord, she must consider the practitioners of the Nightless City. Dongfang Lei also felt that one hundred places was too many, so he quickly sent a message to Feng Mo, "City Lord, one hundred places is too many. According to our original agreement, only one hundred cultivators are allowed to use the back door." "good!" Feng Mo pretended to think about it, and then said with an embarrassed look, "Master Ye, one hundred places is too many, and if there really is any big opportunity coming to the city that never sleeps, you will definitely notify us." Others, this is unfair to us practitioners in the City that Never Sleeps. m.biqubao.com As a city lord, I naturally have to consider the practitioners of the Nightless City. I hope Master Ye can understand. " Ye Feiran looked at Feng Mo with a smile on his face, "How many places does City Lord Feng think are suitable?" Feng Mo: "Twenty places." Ye Feiran frowned, shook his head and said, "Too few, eighty places." Feng Mo's mouth twitched slightly, "Thirty places, no more." Ye Feiran still shook his head, "Too few, seventy places." Feng Mo: "..." This Master Ye is not as easy to talk to as his father said! "Master Ye, there are forty places, we really can't have more." Ye Feiran: "Sixty places." Feng Mo and Dongfang Lei looked at each other, and the latter said through a message, "There is no need to consider giving quotas to other forces. When the time comes, we will discuss it with Emperor Zun and say that Xieyun Palace wants all the hundred quotas. Anyway, there is no one." The forces are bold enough to confront Xieyun Palace." Feng Mo sighed softly in her heart, "That's the only way it can be. Apart from Liu Shikai, we only know Master Ye Dan is such a good fortune teller." More importantly, Feng Mo felt that no fortune teller in Senluo Continent was as capable as his boss Xuan. So, she raised her eyes to look at Ye Feiran, and said with a serious face, "Master Ye, there are fifty places, and we really can't have more places this time. I'm not afraid to tell you that we only give one hundred places to go through the back door, and Emperor Xieyun Palace and Murong Poison Master have already taken fifty places. In addition, I will discuss with Emperor Zun when the time comes. The hundred places will be taken away by Xie Yun Palace. " Hearing this, Ye Feiran said he understood, "Okay, then there will be fifty places. Master is out of seclusion. I will notify you as soon as possible." "Thank you!" Feng Mo thanked her quickly. Next, the four people and one ghost had a meal and then left. On the way back, Ye Feiran quickly sent a message to Ye Murin and shared the good news with him. "Lord Emperor, I have secured the remaining fifty places." "Ran'er is so awesome!" Ye Mulin praised with a smile. Then, he continued, "Ran'er doesn't have to allocate the quota to Xieyun Palace." "How can this be done?" Ye Feiran asked quickly. "This time, there are 300 cultivators coming from Xieyun Palace, not counting the 25 who took the back door." Ye Mulin said. Ye Feiran: "!!!" Good guy, so there are at least three hundred tribulation-transcending monks in Xieyun Palace. This foundation is indeed the top power in Senluo Continent! "In that case, you're welcome. Thank you, Lord Emperor!" Then of the fifty places, she plans to give two places to each of the seven friends, and the remaining thirty-six places will be divided equally between the Canglan Ye family and the Zongzheng family. As soon as she returned to the inn, she told her friends what had happened. All seven of Yunchen's faces were excited, "Thank you, Little Leaf." Ye Feiran waved his hand, "You can give the two quotas to your favorite relatives. I believe your family heads will have no objection." "Little Ye Zi, this is a good idea!" "Let me think about who should I give the quota to?" While the seven friends were thinking, Ye Feiran also sent a message back to the Canglan Ye family and the Zongzheng family.
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
