Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 83: Your Qianji Pavilion is quite lively

"The mountain gate of your Qianji Pavilion."

Li Yueqi pinched her chin and thought for a long time, and finally uttered four words.

“It’s quite unique.”

"Yeah, that's great. It's bright enough even in the middle of the night."

Zhang Ze once again suppressed the urge to rush back to Hancheng and beat Lily up, and calmed himself down.

The flying boat was traveling very fast, but because the road to Hancheng was long, it was already dark when they arrived at Qianji Pavilion.

The new mountain gate of Qianji Pavilion is particularly eye-catching under the night sky.

Compared with normal sects, it is somewhat creative.

Just like Li Yueqi said, it's very unique.

Other people's mountain gates are either naturally formed by the work of nature, majestic and magnificent.

Some are simple and elegant, built against the mountain, with the meaning of forgetting the world and climbing to become an immortal.

There are very few places like Qianji Pavilion that have their mountain gate built on flat ground.

There are very few people who can do it so crudely.

In front of Zhang Ze, two pure golden statues stood on the ground.

This is the mountain gate of Qianji Pavilion.

The statues are of a man and a woman, both with blurred features.

The man was tall and straight, holding a spiral steel whip in one hand, pointing to the east, and the other hand behind his back, as if pointing the way forward for the Thousand Machines Monk.

A petite woman sat on a hill made of books and mechanisms, her head lowered in thought, as if pondering the future of the Thousand Machine Monks.

Both statues have full special effects, and three sets of special effects are played in a loop, making the surroundings as bright as day in the middle of the night.

Zhang Ze was 100% sure that it was Lily who did it, and only she could do such a thing.

I guess Lily thought this was a very impressive thing, so she brought Zhang Ze along on purpose.

It's quite thoughtful of her to think so.

Fortunately, she didn't carve out their faces, which left herself some way out.

Otherwise she would really get beaten.

Because the statue was so bright, a night market appeared in front of the mountain gate.

"Come here, uncle, have a try of this. The herb Lark produced in Medicine King Valley is so delicious when sandwiched in pancakes." Monkey Brother Yin Sanlang greeted the guests while flipping a pancake.

"Give me three servings, but I don't eat spicy food," said the fat monk, stroking his beard.

"Come on, uncle, please wait a moment."

The short monkey demon was skillfully spreading the vegetable pancakes. The little monkey, probably his son, was handing the packaged pancakes to the previous customer.

next door
Maybe it's a fish monster, but Zhang Ze is not sure.

Anyway, the big brother's eyes are a bit wide apart, and his two big eyes are watery.

Zhang Ze watched for a long time, and the big brother really didn't blink once.

And he was slicing sashimi.

Every piece of fish meat was filled with spiritual energy, obviously not an ordinary item.

There are many stalls like this, most of them are monsters, and a few are humans.

There are people selling food and drinks, giving prizes for guessing games, and fortune-telling.

A juggler performing a street show, someone with a broken basalt diamond on his chest, a burning fox holding a suspicious sign to solicit customers.

Zhang Ze even saw a man who was obviously a middleman.

The man was dressed in black, sneaking around and behaving furtively. He was just stopping a passerby.

"Daoyou, would you like a plate?"

"Limited dark edition."

“Buy one, get two free.”

“You can also exchange old ones for new ones.”

He opened his coat, revealing a row of second-hand Tianhuan pendants hanging inside.

In short, there is no trace of a mountain gate here anymore, it is just a night market.

But almost all the people shopping are monks.

The statues of him and Lily have become landmarks and lighting facilities of the night market.

"Your Qianji Pavilion is quite lively," Li Yueqi commented.

The spirit snake Qinghe looked around curiously, "It's more lively than Hancheng."

Heiqu sniffed and said, "What a delicious barbecue."

Chen Qin nudged Zhang Ze and teased, "Brother, look, that statue looks like you."

Zhang Ze turned to look at his junior sister, suddenly smiled, and reached out to pat her head.

"It's okay, Junior Sister, you can't run away."

"I can't be the only one embarrassed here."

"This trail is so long, we'll also put statues of you, Mei'er, and Qiao Lezhi there someday." Chen Qin: "!"

When a person starts to become a lily, he becomes invincible.

After arguing with his junior sister for a while, Zhang Ze held Chen Qin down.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm just kidding."

"Take Yueqi for a walk here first. I have some things to do in Jiange."

"Don't you need me to take you there?" Li Yueqi asked.

Recently she has gotten used to being Zhang Ze's driver.

Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "I have a way."

Arriving at a secluded place, Zhang Ze took out the snake sword that had burst out from the middle-aged monk.

The snake sword is three feet long, with a blade like a snake's body, and the whole sword has a restrained aura.

I didn't look at it carefully last night, but after studying it during the day today, Zhang Ze found that this snake sword still has some merits.

Magical weapons of this level will be endowed with additional magical powers and spells during the process of refining and forging.

Generally speaking, these are spells that increase the power of magical weapons, especially magical weapons such as swords.

But this snake sword is different. All seven spells on it are related to running away.

If the middle-aged cultivator had not been facing Pavilion Master Chen's Dharma image at that time, he might have been able to escape.

The snake sword is now in Zhang Ze's hands, just right for his journey.

"Snakes move without a trace."

Aiming at the direction of Jiange, Zhang Ze raised his sword and looked straight ahead, his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

In a flash, Zhang Ze arrived at the mountain gate of Jiange. Looking at the normal mountain gate in front of him, Zhang Ze was about to sigh when he was caught on the spot as a spy.

He is a disciple of the Jiange Night Patrol.

"who?"

This voice sounds quite familiar.

Zhang Ze recalled and remembered that it was the senior brother he met in the library before going to Hancheng.

The senior brother who discussed with me the serious topic of how to improve the attack range and endurance of sword skills in bed.

"Lubrication."

"?"

Zhang Ze gave a secret signal, threw the snake sword in his hand to the ground, and then slowly turned around.

Seeing that it was Zhang Ze, the senior brother stretched out his left hand and took the Sword Sect badge from Zhang Ze's waist.

After checking that everything was correct, he put away the sword.

"Why are you here?" asked the senior brother.

"Junior brother, I just snatched a magical weapon from a demon cultivator a few days ago. Tonight, while I was on my way, I felt like trying it out."

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother's cultivation was so unfathomable that not even a little bit of demonic energy could escape Senior Brother's discerning eyes. I admire you so much."

The senior brother felt comfortable being photographed and started laughing.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, Zhang Ze asked.

"Is Elder Wang back?"

The senior brother shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

After talking for a few more words, he was about to say goodbye when he saw that the senior brother seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Zhang Ze immediately understood, took out a small bottle from his treasure bag and put it into his senior brother's hand.

"Made by the Hancheng demon clan, this sword oil can make the sword stronger and longer."

The senior brother was very kind. He accepted Zhang Ze's things and sent Zhang Ze directly to the library.

He also said that if I have any problems in the future, I can go directly to him for help.

And Zhang Ze also knew his name.

Wang Jie.

Zhang Ze entered the library, walked up to the third floor with ease, and pushed the door into the room where Elder Wang usually stayed.

After lighting the lamp, Zhang Ze started rummaging through a pile of documents.

Lao Wang puts a lot of artistic processing into his bragging stories.

But when it comes to matters related to Taoism, it is terribly rigorous.

Zhang Ze was also looking for notes on this subject.

Before dragging Li Yueqi on board, there is one last thing to confirm.

That is, how much of Tianzong's exaggeration was involved in the story that the Holy Maiden of Tianzong was able to transform millions of people with one magic?

"found it."

Zhang Ze pulled out a booklet from the bottom of a cabinet.

(End of this chapter)