Bai Qi, this is an ordinary yet mysterious name. When Feng Wuyou arrived in Beijing by plane from Yunluo, he told him that the third level six person was called Bai Qi, eighteen years old, an unknown person in the Black Domain, but his fighting power was against the sky!

Feng Wuyou told Yunluo that the charm of the capital city is so strong that it can be felt from a thousand kilometers away. This statement reminded Yunluo that the charm is a kind of smell, just like ginger flowers, which have a strong fragrance and can be smelled from a long distance. Of course, the farther away, the lighter the smell. Feng Wuyou booked the hotel with a little pride: "Listen to me, that's right, let you feel the taste of the capital city."

Yunluo certainly believed in Feng Wuyou's taste, but in Yunluo's opinion, if there was no scent of grass leaves in the wind, no matter how good the place was, it would be discounted. Feng Wuyou smiled and said, "Bai Qi hasn't arrived in the capital yet, Ah Luo, you can have fun for two days. This time I'll let you live in the alley, it will be fun. People like you should live in interesting places like this."

Hutongs are interesting. Xiao Yingzi in Old City, Mulan in Moment in Peking, and Camel Xiangzi all traveled through such hutongs. There are also deep courtyards in the hutongs, with lush flowers and trees. It is much more interesting than those high-rise buildings that are dozens of stories high and only the sky can be seen. Yunluo and Feng Wuyou arrived at the entrance of Fangjia Hutong in the capital at dusk. This area is full of bungalows, with sycamore trees planted on the street. There are a row of specialty shops along the street. The shops are generally not big, and some are narrowly sandwiched in the middle. The windows have eye-catching red lanterns, which do not look cramped. Cake sellers, snack shops, and clothing stores are all next to each other.

Fangjia Hutong is perpendicular to the main street, which is what Yunluo and Feng Wuyou call the alley. There are two rows of bungalows with gray or white walls on both sides, with narrow doors that allow you to see the small courtyards inside. Ginkgo trees are reflected on the gray tiles, and the alley is quiet, with only a few pedestrians occasionally.

Feng Wuyou said with a smile. There was no trace of the coldness of going on a long journey to kill people: "You see, the old people in the north are different from those in the south. They walk slowly."

Yun Luo looked at him carefully, and it was indeed true. He was walking slowly, or more accurately, walking. His clothes were also puffy. But when he heard them greet each other, his full breath and bright voice formed a sharp contrast with his staggering gait. His tone was leisurely and comfortable, and he spoke ordinary, everyday words, which could be heard clearly from five meters away.

When I walked to the wall gate where Yunluo lived, a group of children playing in the sand came out. I heard them talking to each other, and it was the same. Although their voices were still immature, they were just as bright. The courtyard and alley inside the wall gate that received tourists were a little different. There were green posters hanging on the gray walls. There was a small coffee bar on the right, and red lanterns were also hung under the porch. There were a few trees planted in the yard. Is this the legendary wall gate culture, a combination of Chinese and Western styles? The sparseness of the north and the so-called Western atmosphere are matched without feeling abrupt. Especially when it got dark later and the red lanterns were lit one by one. Yunluo finally understood why people in Beijing love to hang lanterns so much.

On a cold night, I looked at the red lanterns from afar. The visual warmth brought people psychological comfort, and it was indeed a perfect match. After staying in the alley, I finished my business and took a stroll. Feng Wuyou and Yunluo went out together, of course, to see the Great Wall and the red leaves.

Feng Wuyou was shrouded in a faint aura of telekinesis, which prevented ordinary people from noticing his extraordinary beauty.

After climbing the Great Wall, Yunluo had to admit that he was still not a hero, because he climbed to Tower 6 without much effort. The weather was bad, and the top of the mountain was freezing cold. The Great Wall stretched far away to the mountains. The trees halfway up the mountain were very beautiful in dark and light green. They were shrouded in a faint mist.

If it were a sunny day, the high mountains, the dark green and light green forests, and the magnificent Great Wall would have looked even more magnificent, but in this cold weather, Yun Luo felt like he was in the frontier of ancient poetry, and the cold air added a touch of sadness. The houses at the foot of the mountain seemed so small, and the wall in front of him was so thick and cold.

The harshness of the north, the harshness of the north! Yunluo felt for the soldiers who guarded the Great Wall in ancient times. No matter how magnificent the scenery was, it would become ordinary after watching it for a long time. In such an environment, they should miss the alleys with the fragrance of green onions, the red lanterns under the porch, and the courtyards filled with ginkgo leaves.

Yunluo and Feng Wuyou went down the mountain to the place where they ate grilled fish. The hot room made them feel warm from the inside out. There was already a table sitting next to them. When they heard their voices, they knew immediately that they were from Beijing and were traveling on the weekend. The fish head here is crispy, the grilled fish is fragrant and spicy, and the price is not high.

The autumn colors spread from the distant mountains to the fields, and yellow leaves were everywhere. Feng Wuyou took the persimmon cakes he had just bought and asked Yunluo to taste them. The taste was sweet and more delicious than fresh persimmons. The capital was getting closer and closer, and the best yogurt in the world - honey yogurt was waiting in line for Yunluo and Feng Wuyou, as well as the tall red walls and the bustling Wangfujing waiting for Yunluo and Feng Wuyou.

Yunluo finally understood that the so-called charm of the capital city is different for different people. In a short period of time, the flavor of the capital city that Yunluo felt was similar to what the soldiers on the Great Wall missed, the smoke of the gray alleys, the color of the homes under the red lanterns, the sweet smell of honey yogurt and persimmons, and the smell of people talking, which was calm and leisurely.

I like this kind of capital city. When the car passes a street, a tall tree half shows its body from the gray wall, with sparse branches and large leaves. This time Yunluo saw the tree, not on the street, but standing in someone's yard. The tree is taller than the wall of the people's yard, which is also the most pleasant scenery in the capital city.

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Bai Qi's arrival was very strange. He was a 1.7-meter-tall, skinny, pale-faced boy with deep, hollow eyes. He was only 18 years old, but he had the cultivation of the peak of level 6. Yun Luo took a look at Bai Qi and felt that he was a strong man who could be rated as level 6, two stars. What was even more strange was that Yun Luo was not sure that he could kill Bai Qi.

Feng Wuyou told Yun Luo about the plan, but Yun Luo didn't care. He would come this time without being known by Feng Wuyou because of his identity as a sword demon, otherwise Yun Luo would not care about Ba Xia's mess. Bai Qi smiled expressionlessly, looking at Feng Wuyou with empty eyes, and said indifferently without any emotion: "Cut your hair, and I will go."

Without saying a word, Feng Wuyou exerted his true strength, and the waist-length black hair that he had carefully taken care of was quietly cut off, leaving only short hair that was even shorter than his broken hair, which showed how determined Feng Wuyou was. Of course, if Bai Qi wasn't really that powerful, and the person standing behind him wasn't that special, Feng Wuyou wouldn't have shaved his head like this to show his determination.

Bai Qi stopped talking, he was silent and empty, no one knew what he was thinking. Bai Qi was a ruthless man who had died many times.

"During the time when Lord Human Demon was away from Beijing, five people in China's Black Domain were promoted to level nine. Our goal is to kill three of them, exactly one for each person. Behind these five level nines stands a level ten person in the Black Domain. This time, they may die." Feng Wuyou's voice was light, elegant and calm.

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The first person to be promoted to level nine was on the plateau.

The further the car left the city, the wider the view became. In the gradually brightening sky, the wilderness stretched to the horizon, with no green trees and no houses. Gradually, there were mountains, but what kind of mountains were they? They looked like brown ore growing and widening, lying there, without a trace of life, and seemed to be smooth.

It was hard again, and there were deep wrinkles between the mountains. Unconsciously, the sun rose and cast a thick shadow on those wrinkles. At this time, the mountains seemed to become three-dimensional, with life, and also revealed the vicissitudes of time. After bypassing several mountains, the car came to the endless wilderness again. In the distance, several lakes were faintly visible, including the salt lake.

Suddenly, many white windmills appeared on the plain, facing the three people in the golden morning sun. I saw rows of windmills lined up in the wilderness, neat and white, and particularly bright and beautiful in the wilderness. Windmills are wonderful things. 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 blades to spin rapidly, a small magic wand also moves the axis of people's memories, going back counterclockwise to the distant childhood. At that time, three people were like this windmill. A gust of wind, a small thing, could push the three people.

We couldn't continue to feel the fairytale atmosphere, because the Flaming Mountain in Journey to the West was waiting for the three people. The car continued to move forward, and the fairytale ended, but the myth began again. Behind the wilderness and the barren mountains, there were clear snow peaks connected one after another. It turned out that the snow peaks were right in front of us, so real; and far away in the horizon, like the scenery in the myth, untouchable.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When hearing the name of Tulufan, the most direct association is grapes. Bunches of purple and jade-colored grapes on the walls and shelves sparkle in the green light, tempting you to pick and taste them.

However, the tour bus did not take the three people to taste grapes first, but sent them to a museum. As soon as they entered the door, a three-dimensional Tianshan scenery appeared in front of them. A beautiful Uyghur girl in a rose-red flower dress stood by the door, smiling modestly. She had the same high nose and deep eyes as the Uyghur girl the three people saw at the May Day night market the day before.

Surprisingly, she did not explain, and the tour guide who came with us explained the map to the three of us. It turned out that like other ancient civilizations, the first problem the Tulufan natives encountered was water. In the vast desert, water is far more precious than oil today. However, the high Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow all year round, and water resources are abundant.

How can we bring water to the plains and turn the desert into an oasis? Only when this problem is solved can humans live and develop here. The tour guide asked the three people to go down a spiral staircase, and the answer was right in front of them. The summer heat under the sun outside disappeared without a trace, and a chill came in. Could it be that the three people came to an ice room?

Looking under the transparent glass floor, water is flowing quietly. Under the arch at the end, there are a few words: Karez. Karez is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient Tulufan residents. They dug wells from the foot of Tianshan Mountain to their settlements, covering hundreds of kilometers. The interesting thing is that the bottoms of these wells are connected.

They used the principle that three beams of light converged into a straight line to build a great engineering project at that time, which was truly amazing.

The ninth level lived deep in the plateau. The three of them came here to kill people and travel at the same time.

Chapter 448: The three heroes of Ba Xia appear out of nowhere.

Chapter 448: The three heroes of Baxia emerge.