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Chapter 881: The City of Talismans

Along the way, Mr. Qin didn't speak much, occasionally asking about the details of Mu Xingqiu's practice. He didn't mention where he was going and how to face the enemy.

Mu Xingqiu hoped to find Yang Qingyin as soon as possible, but the ocean was wider than the land. He had no idea where Yang Qingyin was. He needed to find an insider to inquire. He tried to use the illusion of thought to search the memories of everyone on the ground, but it turned out to be more troublesome than finding a needle in a haystack. He could not find much useful information at all.

He decided to go to a place first and meet several old friends who should meet. They must know where Yang Qingyin is.

There is very little information about Yang Qingyin in everyone's memories, but there are many memories of "Huangjing".

In just ten years, the Holy Talisman Dynasty built a new imperial capital in the ruins of the old place. This was a miracle created by tens of thousands of talisman masters and hundreds of thousands of workers. The new city was bigger and stronger. Each brick and stone building wall and most of the buildings in the city were engraved with at least one talisman. A talisman master army kept maintaining it day and night to ensure that the runes did not expire.

The new imperial capital is therefore also known as the City of Talismanship.

Mu Xingqiu sold several common monsters in an unknown big city, demon bones and demon horns were common materials necessary for talisman masters and monks. The transaction was booming, and Mu Xingqiu's move attracted no doubt. He changed into leather armor, put on a short suit and trousers, and wore a straw hat on his head, which looked no different from an ordinary farmer.

He tried not to use any spells, and after entering the spell protection zone of Huangjing, he would not even fly anymore. He was so careful not just to avoid meaningless battles, but to experience the life of a mortal. His power would change a person. He hoped that his changes would not be too great, at least not to forget his original intention like a demon-bearer.

The new imperial capital was even more prosperous. The demon fire more than ten years ago was burned too thoroughly, leaving no trace. Mu Xingqiu became even more inconspicuous among the pedestrians coming and going. He bought a small donkey for Mr. Qin to ride, and he was able to take the reins.

Mr. Qin is content with the situation and rarely makes demands. He only shows an extremely picky personality when resting or eating. This is not right, and that is not OK. He will not nod if he does not go to seven or eight inns.

It was almost half a month ago, but he still had not proposed any plan to improve the inner alchemy. It seemed that he had forgotten this matter. As soon as he entered the prosperous place, he dedicated his ears, eyes, nose and mouth to the "appreciation". When he saw a slightly unconventional woman on the road, he would snatch the reins and drive the donkey to follow him until he could tell the woman's unique fragrance from the many vulgarities that he would not give up.

Mr. Qin has an amazing nose, far exceeding his magical power.

The new emperor was wary of all those who knew magic. The walls of the city gate tower were engraved with dense talismans, and a large number of paper talismans were flying and hovering nearby, so that they could keenly detect the existence of various magics.

Mu Xingqiu is too strong than the talisman masters, and he can easily avoid the surveillance of groups of talismans. Mr. Qin is more troublesome. He never takes the priority of practicing behavior, but he automatically restores some magic power over time. The full calculation is only equivalent to the level of six or seven levels of swallowing smoke. The only magic that Mu Xingqiu used is to conceal Mr. Qin's special features.

The two of them successfully entered the city. Without any doubt, the talisman masters guarding the city paid more attention to the sky than the ground.

Before he walked into the city, Mr. Qin was taken away by his nose. It was midsummer, and pedestrians on the street were rubbing shoulder to shoulder. The air was filled with dust and sweat. However, Mr. Qin smelled the unique fresh fragrance of flowers in the swamp with smell. He couldn't help but move his nose, sucked in a little more air, and nodded slightly. He snatched the reins from Mu Xingqiu's hand and urged the little donkey to chase people. Even if he hits the pedestrian, he didn't care.

His nose is even sharper than the talismans that monitor the whole city.

Mu Xingqiu could only shake his head helplessly, followed closely behind, apologizing to the pedestrian who was hit. Fortunately, Mr. Qin had a good appreciation, and as long as he could see the man's back from afar, he would be satisfied and never step beyond the rule.

Mr. Qin has a reason for this: "Only a glance can the endless charm, and I will describe the sound, appearance, smile and appearance. If you really want to look carefully, I will be disappointed."

Mu Xingqiu didn't have the time to pay attention to this kind of thing. He was also watching, listening, and smelling, and his purpose was completely different from Mr. Qin. Most of the residents in the city were ordinary humans, and the demon species had little effect on them. This was a huge desert, and it was difficult for the demon species to gain a foothold even if they were disdainful.

What surprised Mu Xingqiu was the talisman masters that could be seen everywhere. There were many strong people among them, and many of them had also learned natural Taoism magic, not weaker than the monks of Hong Xiuhuihui. But they were not all possessed, and at least 30% of the talisman masters were still in a state of mind that was no different from normal people.

The strangest thing is that the demon-bearing person and the non-demonic person are in peace. Neither side seems to notice the difference between them. This situation is not in other towns. Almost all the talisman masters in those places are entangled, and only the lowest talisman masters are partially spared.

This situation cannot be accidental. Some people in the imperial capital noticed the magic spells, so they took some protective measures to block the attack of the demon invasion. For some reason, the magic spell did not attack these unbearable people.

Mu Xingqiu had a little more hope in his heart.

Mr. Qin's tracking this time was longer than usual. The unique fragrance was scattered but never stopped, attracting him to walk through the streets and alleys. There were many beautiful backs. None of them was the owner of this fragrance. Mr. Qin was not disappointed, and his interest gradually increased. He raised his arms from time to time, waved under his nose with his slender palms or slapped them outwards, separating the fragrance from other vulgarities.

Mr. Qin has a majestic appearance and is serious, but his appearance is a bit crazy, which attracts passers-by to look at him. Mu Xingqiu doesn't care about this. What he is worried about is that Mr. Qin will accidentally use magic to attract the attention of the talisman.

But Mr. Qin is indeed not used to spells. He pursues them tirelessly, relying on his senses. He has not used any spells. Spells and Mu Xingqiu have been forgotten by him.

Finally, in a secluded alley, Mr. Qin stopped. There were many pedestrians on the main road behind him, but there was no one here, and clusters of weeds grew at the base of the wall.

"Did you see it?" asked Mr. Qin.

"Hmm?" Mu Xingqiu never participated in Mr. Qin's game and did not see the owner of the fragrance.

"It looks familiar, it's so strange. I probably haven't seen her." Mr. Qin was familiar with the past and present, and walked in a quiet and bright way, but at this time he showed a look of confusion.

Mu Xingqiu immediately became alert and cast an extremely slight illusion technique that spread around. Soon, the illusion technique met another exactly the same illusion technique.

Mu Xingqiu knew who this was, but he was wondering why she appeared here and there.

The cheerful voice of the dragon demon's unique voice rang in Mu Xingqiu's mind: "The Mirror of Observation is still monitoring me, don't go forward any more."

"Didn't you go to find the flaws of the Demon-Pulling Cave?" Mu Xingqiu also answered with illusion.

"I tried it, it's useless. Unless I find the magic weapon of the Taoist sect, I can't do anything now, so I came to Huangjing to help you with some other business. I guess you will come here and will not cast magic, so I have been waiting at the city gate these days."

"What happened?"

"It should be said that this has happened for a long time. If we don't help, we are afraid that Xin Youtao and Empress Xun will have their lives to worry about."
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