Bai Qi, this is an ordinary and mysterious name. After Feng Wuyou arrived in the capital by plane in Yunluo, he told him that the third level 6 man was Bai Qi, eighteen years old, an unknown person in the black field, but his combat power went against the will of heaven!

Feng Wuyou and Yunluo said that the charm of the capital is so strong that it cannot be melted, and you can feel it a thousand kilometers away. This statement made Yunluo think that this charm is a smell, like ginger flowers, with a strong fragrance, and you can smell it from a distance. Of course, the smell of the distance between them is also lighter. Feng Wuyou booked a little pride: "Listen to me, that's right, let you feel the taste of the capital."

Yunluo certainly believes in Feng Wuyou's taste, but in Yunluo's opinion, there is no fragrance of grass leaves in the wind, and no matter how good the place is, it will be discounted. Feng Wuyou smiled and said, "Bai Qi hasn't arrived in the capital yet. Aluo, you can play for two days first. This time, let you live in the alley, which is to be interesting. People like you want to live in such an interesting place."

The alley, it’s interesting to hear it. Xiao Yingzi, who was in the old story in the south of the city, Mulan, and Camel Xiangzi, just shuttled through such an alley. There are also deep houses and courtyards in the alley, with lush flowers and trees, which are taller than those dozens of floors. It’s much more interesting to see only the sky high buildings in the sky.

Yunluo and Feng Wuyou arrived at the entrance of Fangjia Hutong in the capital, and it was almost dusk. This area is full of bungalows, with sycamore trees planted on the street, and there are a series of specialty shops on the street. The shops are generally not big, some are narrowly sandwiched in the middle, and the windows are tall and eye-catching red lanterns do not appear cramped. Cake sellers, snack shops, clothes shops, and adjacent to Xiang'an.

Fangjia Hutong is vertical to the street, which is the alley mentioned by Yunluo and Feng Wuyou. There are bungalows with gray walls or white walls on both sides. The doors are narrow, and you can see the courtyard inside. Ginkgo trees are reflected on gray tiles, and the alley is quiet, with occasional pedestrians.

Feng Wuyou smiled and said. There was no cold Ran who was about to travel far to kill people: "Did you see, the old people in the north are different from the south, and they walk slowly."

Yun Luo looked at it carefully and found that it was indeed slow, saying that it was more suitable to move. He was dressed bulgingly. However, when he heard them greet each other, his breath was so strong and his voice was bright, which contrasted with his staggering gait. His tone was leisurely and relaxed, and he could hear it clearly from five meters away.

When we walked to the wall door where Yun Luo lived, a group of children playing with sand came out and listened to them talking to each other. The same was true for their voices. Although they were still tender, they were bright. The courtyard where tourists were received in the wall door was slightly different from the alley. Green posters were hung on the gray wall. There was a small coffee bar on the right, and red lanterns were hung under the porch.

There are a few trees planted in the yard. Is this the legendary wall door culture? It combines Chinese and Western styles. The sparseness of the north and the so-called Western style are abrupt. Especially when the sky is dark behind and the red lanterns are lit up one by one. Yun Luo finally understands why people in the capital love to hang lanterns so much.

On a cold night, I looked at the red lantern from afar. The visual warmth brings psychological comfort to people, and it is indeed well matched. I stayed in the alley and had the important things to do, so I could stroll around. Feng Wuyou and Yunluo went out together, and of course they were rushing to the Great Wall and Hongye.

Feng Wuyou's body was covered with a faint breath of thought. It did not make ordinary people notice Feng Wuyou's handsomeness.

After climbing the Great Wall, Yun Luo admitted that he still couldn't be a hero, because he didn't have much effort to climb Tower No. 6. The weather was not good, and the top of the mountain was cold, and a Great Wall was winding far away to the mountains farther away. The trees on the mountain were dark green and light green, which looked very beautiful. They were caged in the faint smoke.

If it was a sunny day today, the high mountains, dark green trees, and magnificent Great Wall would definitely look even more magnificent, but in this cold weather, the clouds felt like they were outside the frontier in ancient poems, adding a bit of sadness to the cold. The houses at the foot of the mountain looked so small, and the city wall in front of me was so thick and cold.

The harsh and harsh north of the north! Yunluo sympathized with the soldiers who guarded the Great Wall in ancient times. Even if the scenery was so magnificent, it would be considered ordinary after watching it for a long time. In such an environment, they should miss the alley with green onions, the yard filled with red lanterns under the porch, and ginkgo leaves.

Yunluo and Feng Wuyou went down the mountain to the place where they ate grilled fish. The hot indoors felt warm from the inside to the outside. The next table had already sat on the table, and their voices lit up. I immediately knew that it was a Beijinger on a weekend trip. The fish heads here were crispy, the grilled fish were fragrant and spicy, and the price was not high.

The autumn scenery spreads from the distant mountains to the fields, with yellow leaves everywhere. Feng Wuyou took the persimmon cake he bought for Yunluo to taste. He tasted sweet and tasted more delicious than fresh persimmons. The capital is getting closer and closer, and there is also the best yogurt in the world - honey yogurt waiting in line for Yunluo and Fengluo, and the tall red walls, and the lively Wangfujing waiting for Yunluo and Fengluo.

Yunluo finally understood that the so-called charm of the capital is different for different people. In just a short time, the smell of the capital that Yunluo felt was similar to the thoughts of soldiers on the Great Wall. It was the fireworks of the blue-gray alley, the color of the home under the red lanterns, the sweetness of honey yogurt and persimmons, and the smell of people talking, which was calm and leisurely.

I like this kind of capital. When a car passes a street, the tall trees lit up half of their bodies from the gray wall, with sparse branches and big leaves. This time, Yun Luo saw the trees, not on the street, but standing in someone's yard. The trees are taller than the wall of the house, which is also the most pleasant scenery in the capital.

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Bai Qi's arrival was inexplicable. This was a boy with a height of 1.7 meters, thin as a hair, pale face as paper, and deep and hollow eyes. He was only eighteen years old, but he had the peak level of level six. Yun Luo looked at Bai Qi and felt that he was an equally powerful man who could be rated as a level six and two star. What's even more strange is that Yun Luo was not sure that he could kill Bai Qi.

Feng Wuyou said the plan again. Yun Luo didn't care. This time he would come. Feng Wuyou wouldn't know about the identity of the sword demon. Otherwise, Yun Luo wouldn't care about the tragic matters. Bai Qi smiled expressionlessly, looked at Feng Wuyou with empty eyes, and said with a faint emotion: "Cut your hair, I'll go."

Without a word of nonsense, Feng Wuyou's true power moved, and the black hair that only had only been carefully cared for carefully, leaving only short hair that was shorter than broken hair, which shows how determined Feng Wuyou was. Of course, if Bai Qi was not really strong, the one standing behind him was very special, Feng Wuyou would not have been able to deprive him of his invention in this way.

Bai Qi stopped talking, silent and empty, not knowing what he was thinking, Bai Qi was a cruel person who had died many times.

"During the time when Lord Man and Demon left Beijing, the Black Domain of China has been promoted to five ninth levels. Our goal is to kill three of them, just one person. Behind these five ninth levels, there is a level ten of the Black Domain. This time, you may die." Feng Wuyou's voice was faint, elegant and calm.

...

The first new level nine was on the plateau.

The further the car left the city, the wider the vision. In the brighter the sky, the wilderness extends to the horizon, without green trees or houses. Gradually there are mountains, but what kind of mountain is this? It is like brown ore growing and widening, lying there, without a trace of life, and it seems to be smooth.

It is hard again, and there are deep folds between the mountains. Before I knew it, the sun rose and put a thick shadow on those folds. At this time, the mountains seemed to have become three-dimensional, and life also revealed the vicissitudes of time. After walking around several mountains, the car came to the endless wilderness. There were several lakes in the distance, including the salt lake.

Suddenly, many white windmills appeared on the flat ground, facing three people in the golden sun. I saw rows of windmills lined up in the wilderness, neat and white, and looked particularly bright and beautiful on the wasteland. Windmills are a wonderful thing, and no matter where they are placed, they will add a fairy tale color, because some things are related to people's childhood.

For example, a windmill, a paper airplane, or a lollipop. When the wind pushes the wind blades to rotate rapidly, a small magic wand also moves the axis of memory and retreats counterclockwise to the distant childhood. At that time, three people are like this windmill. A gust of wind and a small thing can push three people.

I can't continue to feel the atmosphere of the fairy tale, and there are also the Flame Mountain waiting for three people in Journey to the West. The car continued to move forward, and the fairy tale ended. Unexpectedly, the myth began again. I saw clear snow peaks behind the wilderness and behind the barren mountains. It turned out that the snow peak was close to the eyes, so real; it was far away in the sky, like a set in myth, and it was in touch.

When I heard the name of Tulufan, the most direct association was grapes. From the wall and the shelf, there were bunches of purple and jasper-colored grapes shining in the green light and shadow, tempting to pick and taste.

However, the car did not take three people to taste the grapes first, but sent the three people to a museum. As soon as they entered the door, a three-dimensional Tianshan set was presented in front of them. A Uyghur beauty wearing a rose-red flower dress stood by the door with a humble smile. She was as tall as the Uyghur girl she saw at the May Day market the day before.

Surprisingly, she did not explain, and the tour guide from the same car explained to the three people. It turned out that like other ancient civilizations, the first problem that the indigenous people of Tulufan encountered was water sources. In the vast Gobi desert, the water is far more precious than the current oil. The high Tianshan Mountains have been covered with snow for many years and are rich in water resources.

How can we lead water to the plain and turn the desert into an oasis? This problem can be solved so that humans can live and develop here. The tour guide asked the three people to go down a spiral staircase, and the answer is right in front of us. The heat of the sun outside escapes without a trace, and a cold air is coming. Could it be that the three people came to the ice room?

Then look at the transparent glass ground, flowing water flows quietly, and a few words stand under the dome arch at the end: Kanerjing. Kanerjing, this is the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient Tulufan residents. They started from the foot of the Tianshan Mountains and went to their residences for hundreds of kilometers. They dug up wells. What’s interesting is that these wells are connected at the bottom of the well.

It formed a straight line and connected it into an underground gully. They used the principle that three beams of light were pooled into one place and were straight lines to build a very great project in that era, which was indeed amazing.
Chapter completed!