A man and a woman walked into the store side by side in white clothes.

The shop is not spacious and the decoration is ordinary. In addition to a low cabinet at the door, there is only a long table less than a meter inside with all kinds of pastries and food placed on it.

"The two customers want to buy some pastries of some flavors. The shop has a comprehensive range of pastries and rich flavors, especially candied dates, osmanthus and bean paste three-flavor soft cakes, which are the most popular. You can try the pastries on the table, so you may as well try them again and then buy them."

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and turned out from the counter, with a simple smile on his face and greeted him enthusiastically.

Shu Jinran walked to the long table and observed more than a dozen tasting pastries.

Zhuo Yuming was just now in front of the counter, staring at the middle-aged shopkeeper with a bright look, and said, "I'm here Zhuo Yuming, a native of Fuyaozhou, I'll take the liberty to ask the shopkeeper's name."

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then he showed his silly smile again.

"I have never heard of where Fuyaozhou is. However, I am born and raised in Xianyang City and have never left the city in my life. Maybe because of my narrow-mindedness, don't blame me."

Zhuo Yuming smiled faintly when he heard this, and glanced at Shu Jinran, who was bent down at the table with his hands behind his back and smelling the fragrance of pastries.

The woman in a white long dress was gestured by her eyes and nodded slightly. The woman straightened her waist, her eyes narrowed, and a sharp light suddenly appeared in the corners of her eyes. A sharp aura suddenly rose, and the fist momentum of the seventh-grade martial artist suddenly dispersed. The woman's body was still, but another cold murderous aura was like a thorn, rushing straight to the man's back.

The middle-aged man who was originally smiling and laughed, was covered with murderous intent and his face instantly turned solemn. His waist was slightly heavy, his feet moved slightly, and his body turned sideways, directly corresponding to the two of them. The man's temperament suddenly changed drastically, and his tight body and the fluctuations of his true energy were instantly lifted directly revealing his eighth-grade martial artist's identity and cultivation.

Just as the owner of the pastry shop was released and his cultivation was fully revealed, Shu Jinran, who was originally full of murderous aura and showed his fist intention, instantly restrained all his breath and returned to his previous state when he entered the door.

Looking at the smiling two people, the middle-aged man's face couldn't help but feel a little gloomy and annoyed.

This woman's martial artist obviously deliberately flies her boxing intention, which leads her to make defensive moves and exposes her cultivation. Seeing her murderous intent so perfectly, she obviously has the intention of temptation and has never had any intention of taking action.

"It's really because my predecessors didn't want to treat each other with sincerity. Only then did the next two people come up with this bad strategy. If you offend me, please forgive me."

Zhuo Yuming smiled and clasped his fists to apologize to the man with annoyance.

After gathering up his true energy in his fist, the middle-aged man looked unwilling. After waved his hand to Zhuo Yu clearly, he walked back to the counter.

"How long have you been here, and why did you come?"

The man took out a cigarette pier from the counter drawer, took out a fire stick and sucked it on it.

Looking at the eighth-grade martial artist in front of him, Zhuo Yuming suddenly remembered the old man Lin who fished him out of the river in an unknown valley in Dongshengzhou.

Time flies, like a white horse passing by, and the years flow through the fingers like flowing water. Before he knew it, many years have passed. By the time of the Five Emperors, he had already obtained the inheritance of the Human Emperor Taoism, and the Five Emperors had already seen the fourth one. Only the Demon Lord Bai Zhaogu, the demon giant who has been in Bingyuan Prefecture for many years, has not yet seen his true appearance.

I don’t know when I will see Old Man Lin again, and I have no chance to repay his kindness.

He shook his head slightly, dispelling the messy thoughts that suddenly surged in his mind. Zhuo Yuming also briefly deleted the things he had experienced after entering the Haoran world and told the man.

Shu Jinran still put all his heart on that table of pastries. After all, most women are more interested in these exquisite snacks. Pinch a piece of dark red soft cake and take a bite, and a sweet but not greasy jujube fragrance melts in their mouths. The soft and glutinous cake noodles also taste quite good when chewed, and it is not sticky. Unexpectedly, this magical martial artist actually has such skills and the taste is really good. Swallowed the candied date-flavored pastry, and the girl picked up a piece of soft cake that exuded the fragrance of osmanthus.

"My surname is Feng and Lun, just call me by my name."

After carefully looking at the female martial artist, the middle-aged man pulled out the cigarette pole, spit out a thick white smoke, and spoke.

"I have been here for thirty years. I have been traveling all over the secret realm, but I have not figured out the way to break the ban. You have found me because you have found the wrong person. We martial artists are trapped in the secret realm world. Once we cannot break it with our strength, we will be inferred from the traces and deductions. Compared to you Qi training masters, it is not a little worse than you."

"I have met several monks over the years, but no one has the method to escape. There is a monk in the Reizang Realm, a person from a top sect in the middle of Shenzhou, who seems to have some understanding of this place. But when I came to the door, the other party was so secretive that he refused to say much."

After hearing what Feng Lun said, Zhuo Yuming nodded as well.

Indeed, pure martial artists' perception of the Taoist rhyme of heaven and earth naturally cannot be compared with those of Qi training. It is natural that the other party knows the unknown world of Haoran.

This Confucian small world ban naturally could not have been broken by a warrior of the eighth level with brute force.

As for the Guizang monk in Shenzhou he mentioned earlier, there may be some clues.

"Thank you for your answer. Your words are almost the same as your inference. I don't know where the monk in Guizang mentioned just now is. I want to go and have a visit."

Although he failed to get any useful information, perhaps the other party was cherishing himself and was unwilling to say it clearly, Zhuo Yuming still bowed to Feng Lun with a fist.

Feng Lun also bowed back.

After another mouthful of smoke, Feng Lun said calmly: "Then the monk Guizang is practicing in a barren mountain a hundred miles west of Xianyang City. He seems to have never seen his trace in the city in recent years. I think he might have been in seclusion in the cave. He is also one of the longest-time people trapped here. You are both Qi training men, and maybe he will say a word to you."

"Thank you for your advice, so I'll say goodbye first."

Since he got a clue, Zhuo Yuming naturally planned to meet the extremely old Guizang monk who had a "qualification" for a while.

"Senior Feng, I have one pound of osmanthus, candied dates and hawthorn flavored pastries each. The taste is really great, I have to buy more of them."

Just as Zhuo Yuming was about to turn around and leave, Shu Jinran, who had been silent in the food, suddenly laughed and said.

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and then put down the cigarette rod in his hand, opened the cabinet door, took out three pieces of kraft paper, quickly wrapped the pastry of three flavors into it, folded it into a square shape, wrapped it with ropes and handed it to the girl's hand.

"I don't have money, I'll give it to you."

Feng Lun's face was full of smiles.
Chapter completed!