My Simping System

At the next morning, Ye An was awake before the sky was full.

A caravan left, and in the early morning, another caravan was resting at the inn.

There is still a lot of noise downstairs, the difference is that the focus of the caravan's discussion has become Ji's matter.

With the help of the Ji family, not only Zhongzhou, but also the rest of the Quartet, also knew about this.

Now, the Ji family and the temple are the focus of the gossip conversation after a meal.

Ye An listened to other people's gossip all the year round, but he didn't expect that one day he would become the center of the gossip.

"The Ji family has been very hot recently. It has advertised the challenge to the temple, publicized it to the world, and even invited the Sifang Palace Master and the Palace Empress to watch the battle together. Tsk... I don't know what they are thinking."

"No, no no—that can't be counted as a challenge to the temple."

"That's just a war letter from the young master of the Ji family to the holy son of the temple. Tsk, tut, it's not so much a war letter, it's a love letter published by Ji Huang to the world."

Everyone smiled heartily and raised their glasses to each other, replacing the wine with tea in the cup.

For a moment, another human said: "Although Her Majesty has been alive for thousands of years, she can be heard that she has a good appearance and a cold temperament. She is more moving than Nanlin Jiang. It is a pity that I can't meet, and I can't understand the current Shengzi and Ji Jiada. Young Master’s feelings."

"I also think... the body of a demigod is not something that we mortals can measure. I don't know why many people satirize your Majesty today. Hey, at least we are safe in Zhongzhou, thanks to the gift of your Majesty."

Raise the cup again, and the tea in the cup is poured like wine.

Ye An, who hid his breath after the disguise, left the room silently, and ordered some refreshments for breakfast.

In fact, he was still curious about the conversation with the caravans.

"By the way, brother, has the Son challenged?"

"Of course-a war book about dignity and love, can the Saint Son fight against it? I think that Her Majesty, since she is in love with the Saint Son, must use this opportunity to cut off the relationship with the Ji family."

"But... if so, I'm afraid Shengzi is far from the opponent of the Ji family."

"How do you know that Her Majesty the Empress wouldn't teach Saint Son some secret techniques?"

"How do you know that Young Master Ji has no other cards?"

"The temple is governed by magic and the laws of heaven, and it has survived to this day. His Majesty will definitely teach the holy son some magic arts, and the power of magic arts is very human to resist."

"But the young master of the Ji family has the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand. It is rumored that it is the imperial sword of the ancient **** Huangdi, and its quality has surpassed the top grade of the heavens. A sword can cut the stars and the sea. How can divine art resist it?"

Suddenly, the inside and outside of the store were full of joyful and exciting anxious atmosphere.

Ye ate tea quietly.

But the topic of those caravans...obviously turned off.

Those people quickly quarreled. Although half-joking, at least half of them were serious.

As a result, the evolution of the situation quickly developed into the beginning of a bet.

Some people bet that he will win, while more people bet that Ji Huang wins. This is nothing, after all, the difference in age is almost equal to the difference in cultivation level.

Ye An listened to their argument for a long time before he understood the two words...rice ring and gambler.

He sighed heavily, and after checking out the tea, he finished his last cup of tea and was about to leave.

I heard the excitement of one of them again.

"What is the Yellow Emperor's Xuanyuan Sword? The Huangdi mastered a type of room art. According to rumors, there is also a method of room art among the divine art. When the female emperor and the current sons practice this technique, the divine power will be greatly increased. And about your Xuanyuanjian and Ji family?"

The room in the magic?

Puff--

Ye An was choked immediately, squirting tea, his face covered with black lines.

"Huh? Brother, are you okay?"

One of the strong men in the caravan noticed Ye An and couldn't help asking.

Because of his disguise and hiding his breath, no one on the scene found that he was the Son of God.

Ye An waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, I was choked."

The strong man laughed, clenched his hands into a fist, hammered Ye An's chest, and said: "It's really strange, if I couldn't believe it before, there are people like you in Zhongzhou who have never practiced before."

His words were not malicious, and Ye An smiled kindly.

The brawny man continued: "Our trip is going to the Mortal Night Market. It's not far away. We'll go back to Nanlin in a few days. Where are you going, my little brother? Would you like to give you a ride?"

Ye An declined his kindness and said, "Thank you, big brother. But if someone comes to pick me up, I won't bother."

The strong man smiled and said, "It looks like he is a rich young master. Okay, don't bother."

When he left, Ye An also walked out of the inn and went to the next place with a teleportation charm.

There are a total of eight remaining Heaven Tribulation Formations.

To do it in the last two days, it means that the efficiency must be doubled, and four formations must be completed in one day.

Fortunately, Ye An already has a general understanding of the Heavenly Tribulation Formation. At this time, it was still early, and he immediately began to do it.

The jade tube shattered, and the divine power diffused.

The golden rays of light converged into a soft line, followed by Ye An's pointing gestures, circling and tightly forming an array little by little.

...

The quiet sea of ​​Dongyue, in the underground altar of the ancient country.

Mu Qingxue crossed the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain and came to the altar.

There are also spiral staircases here, and now, she is still in the first layer of the ground, and has not yet penetrated into it.

The appearance of the altar is similar to that of the tower. There is a stone platform on the altar.

You can't see much from this alone, but unlike the tower, there is an extra sign of Zhongzhou's mark here.

On the side, the blood-stained scrolls were stacked and placed randomly.

Mu Qingxue hesitated for a moment, then took it out and opened it.

"Caravan manifest."

"Qili the eighteenth of the first month of the year 2119~www.wuxiaspot.com~Manifest: Twenty received, ten were on death row in West Desert, three were from Dongyue, and the remaining seven were from Beisheng."

"February 18th, the manifest: fifteen people were accepted, all on death row in West Desert."

"June 13th, the manifest: Thirty-two people, ten people on death row in Ximo, five people from Dongyue..."

"..."

"..."

Mu Qingxue looked at the words in the scroll, thinking in pieces.

The Qili year described above is nearly a hundred years away from today.

So the text on the scroll is blurry, and the blood stained on it has long since turned black.

It's just that the ‘person’ written in the receipt is intriguing.

Mu Qingxue put away the scroll, guessing in her heart that the bones piled up all over the sky must be the person in the manifest. She only knows that the person in the manifest will end up inevitably dead, but she doesn't know why.

Deep in the front, there is a spiral staircase that can lead to the second underground level.

Going down the stairs, the second underground floor is a wider hall.