When I asked this man about the road conditions in the afternoon, he was vague and did not say in detail, in fact, I thought that he was not familiar with the road conditions, and I did not react until now, this guy was not unfamiliar with the road conditions, but he did not intend to tell me the road into the mountain at all.

But now it's different, and when you're under the roof, he has to bow down to me, and it's not too difficult to just draw a sketch.

So the man happily agreed, took out a piece of oiled paper from his body, scratched the back of his head, and said that there is nothing wrong with drawing, but there is no pen, how can I draw? I smiled, took out a Swiss Army knife from my pocket, and handed it to him.

The man looked at me, stiffened his head, slashed a knife on his finger, and then, endured the pain, squeezed out a little blood, and drew many more routes on the oiled paper, and he explained to me as he drew and explained to me which places he could and could not go, and many forks in the road that he had never been to before, and marked them on the drawings.

Don't say, this man's drawing skills are not bad, the route into the mountain is so complicated, I was stunned to draw him in a clear manner, I took the drawings he drawn, and said you won't lie to me, right?

He waved his hand in fright, and stammered, "Where do I dare to lie to you? I also said that your drawing skills are really good, and you have learned it before?" He smiled bitterly and nodded and said that he had learned, if he hadn't beaten the little guy and couldn't pay the tuition, where would he have been reduced to becoming a small trader selling goods now?

In the past few years, his family has been in difficulty, thanks to the help of the Taoist priests on Qingcheng Mountain, so he has a grateful heart to them, so he will contact the little Taoist Ding Peng, and tell him that I am inquiring about how to enter the mountain, who would have expected to lead to such a disaster.

He said sincerely, and he was very respectful to me between his words, and bowed to me, saying that you are a good man, you have great skills, don't be like me, a little person, I don't understand anything, just a pawn vendor who lives at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, the previous things are all misunderstandings, I hope you will bear with me.

Seeing his cautious look, I couldn't help laughing, and said, Why, in your eyes, am I a wicked person? He quickly shook his head, and even said that he didn't dare, and asked me when I could let myself go.

I thought about it and beckoned him to come over. The man was puzzled, but he did so because of his fear of me.

Then I cut my middle finger with my fingernail, got it in blood, and tapped it on his forehead, and then pretended to make some ghost talismans, and recited a few more incantations that I didn't even know the meaning of, and then scared him with a stiff face.

"About tonight's incident, you can't say it to anyone, I have already given you the meridian intestine breaking spell, if you dare to disobey the oath, this spell will be launched immediately, and at that time, Da Luo Jin Immortal will not be able to save you!"

The man panicked, threw himself on the ground, and begged for mercy again, promising that he would not say anything. I nodded happily and said Na Cheng, you can go, as long as you don't talk about this to anyone, this spell will not happen for the rest of your life.

He believed it, nodded his head and got up, thanked me for his kindness, and then ran out, and when he was about to stumble on the threshold, he got up, and he didn't even bother to rub his buttocks, and slipped away like a smile.

This man must be in awe to know how to keep secrets for others, in fact, I don't even know what I just painted, even if he really confides in others, it is impossible to get into any trouble.

After half an hour of meditation in the temple, I memorized the pictures and texts on the oiled paper, folded them, put them in my pocket, got up, and returned to my previous hostel.

Nothing else happened that night, I slept until dawn, and when I woke up, I saw the phone on the bedside table, almost burst.

All the missed numbers came from Uncle Tian, apparently, he found me sneaking away, and probably guessed what I wanted to do, so he called to stop me from coming.

If it was before, I would definitely be obedient and obedient and go back according to his instructions, but after so many disputes, I have already grown up and have my own opinions, so I did not call the number back, but chose to turn off the phone, remove the mobile phone card, and then keep it properly.

I have made up my mind that no matter how difficult it is, I will meet Chen Xuanyi in person and understand the truth of the whole matter.

Immediately, I changed into clean clothes, went downstairs to find the hostess of the hostel, paid half a month's accommodation fee in advance, and told her to keep the room for me first, and the things in it could not be moved, and I would pay the bill after I returned.

When I went out and turned left, I bought a few pot helmets at a roadside stall in the ancient town, which served as a staple food after entering the mountain. This thing is a local product of Jinguancheng, sprinkled with sesame seeds, crispy and delicious, but I don't care about the taste, the reason why I chose this thing is mainly because it does not take up space and is easy to store for a long time.

I went to the inner courtyard of Qingcheng Mountain, I don't know how long it will be delayed, I bring some dry food with me, and I don't panic if something happens.

Half an hour later, I left the ancient town on foot, followed the map, and walked to the foot of Zhaogong Mountain.

This mountain is lush and deep, the forest is longitudinal and horizontal, you can see the curling white mist rising everywhere, on the top of the clouds, you can hear the goshawk roaring, there are many wild things in the mountain, you can see that the monkey is moving and jumping in the forest, into the forest, it is a lush scene, a simple atmosphere is also coming with the mountain wind, quite quiet.

To tell the truth, if you invite three or five friends to come here for a hike, it is a pretty good choice, but unfortunately, I have been thinking about Chen Xuanyi's safety in my heart, and my heart is heavy along the way, but I will throw aside all the beautiful scenery.

After about half an hour, I climbed to the halfway point of the mountain, the forest was overgrown with weeds, and I saw a sheep intestine path winding, undulating in the forest, extending to the depths of the clouds, giving people a rather ethereal feeling.

Once here, I began to slow down and keep an eye on everything in the forest.

There are no people on this deserted road all year round, and there are occasional traces, and most of them are cultivators of Qingcheng Mountain, I am uninvited, and my identity is more embarrassing, if it is discovered, it may be another trouble.

But in the foothills of this vast mountain, if we want to find out Chen Xuanyi's whereabouts, what is the difference between looking for a needle in a haystack? When I first climbed the mountain, my eyes were blank, and I could only rely on my intuition to walk through this deep mountain and old forest, and before I knew it, I had entered a fork in the road.

I had to take out the oilcloth and compare it in detail, only to find that there was no information about this fork in the road map that the man drew for me last night, and I don't know if I forgot it or did it deliberately.

How do I get there?

I put away the road map, stopped to think, and before I could see a result, there was a rush of footsteps in my ears, faintly coming from the forest, and suddenly my heart moved, and I got into the grass, bent my waist, and walked step by step towards the place where the movement came.

I had barely walked twenty meters before I stopped, squinted, and looked at a col not far away.

Under the col, there was a faint figure flickering, and I held my breath and looked closely, but my heart was shocked.

These people are not cultivators of Qingcheng Mountain.