Chapter 12: The Rowing Boys

"This dragon marrow grass, although it is not a high-level spiritual grass in our cultivation realm, is also very rare, this grass is generally used for people who have begun to cultivate to wash the essence and cut the essence, so it is useless for cultivators who have already entered the qi entry stage. The monk explained in a low voice.

"Monk, is that all people able to practice?" Luo Yao asked curiously.

"No, cultivating immortals depends on immortal fate, and more importantly, understanding. ”

"Then what do you think of me?" Luo Yao leaned his face to the monk.

"Not very good. The monk looked disgusted.

"Cut, duplicity, last night you praised me for my intelligence, different from ordinary people in the world, now it's time to tell lies, don't you monks don't speak?" Luo Yao pursed his lips and said arrogantly.

"Little girl, come, let the old man show you if there is any fairy fate. The monk glanced at Luo Yao and said with a smile.

When Luo Yao heard this, he happily stretched out his left and right hands and opened his palms.

"Little girl, tsk, your fate is bumpy, and the fairy fate is bleak. The monk looked left and right and said jokingly.

"Monk, big liar. Luo Yaodi's passion was extinguished, "Forget it, get back to business, what else did you find?"

I saw the monk's mouth move, and several birds appeared in front of him, chattering around the monk, and the monk picked up the broken rope in his hand, and then said "go", and the birds scattered away.

"What kind of spell is this, it's amazing. Luo Yao looked at this scene curiously and asked in surprise.

"This is a tracing technique, you can find people according to your breath, and it is generally an ordinary spell that cultivators who have entered the Qi training period, but if you change or something, it depends on the strength of the spiritual power of the cultivator, the stronger the spiritual power, the more realistic and realistic the changing things. The monk spoke eloquently.

"Now let's wait in the house for news. After the monk finished speaking, he raised his feet and went into the room and found a stool to sit down.

"Master, come, drink saliva, our family is poor, there is no tea or anything, only water, don't dislike it. Luo Yao obediently entered the kitchen to bring water to the monk.

The monk leaned his Zen staff against the edge of the table, drank water with a bowl in his hand, and sat quietly.

Luo Yao sat opposite the monk in a daze.

"Master, how long will you wait, half an hour has passed. Luo Yao really couldn't sit still, and anxiously waiting for the result was the most uncomfortable.

The monk ignored her, continued to hold the bowl, and drank bowl after bowl of water.

After another cup of tea, suddenly a bird flew back into the house, nestled on the monk's shoulder, and chirped.

Luo Yao was very excited, and immediately ran to the monk's side, and kept asking, "Is there any news?"

The monk glanced at her, continued to listen to Xiao Bird, and after a while, said, "Little girl, I didn't find your relatives, but I found Xiao Hei." ”

"Where? I want to see it. Luo Yao chuckled in his heart, always feeling that something had happened to Xiao Hei.

The monk led Luo Yao out.

After a quarter of an hour, arrive at your destination.

Qingxia Town outside the Bianhu Lake. The lake is secluded, the willows beside the lake hang down the depressed branches, if it weren't for the birds on the monk's shoulders chirping, otherwise the quiet here is terrible.

"Wasn't there a lot of people in Bianhu before? How do you know that no one is here today, it's too strange. Luo Yao followed the monk to this place, and found that it was around Bianhu Lake, the green space next to Bianhu Lake was full of people in the past, and there were many people who came here to play, how did they know that today it was desolate and quiet.

"It smells of blood, this way. The monk said solemnly.

Luo Yao followed the monk close to the edge of Bianhu Lake, and the scene in front of him stimulated Luo Yao's nerves, and a black puppy lay dying on the shore of the lake.

"Blackie. Luo Yao screamed and knelt beside Xiao Hei. Both hands gently stroked the black hairs stained with blood, the crimson blood was particularly bright and dazzling, and the rust-smelling blood filled the mouth and nose.

"Little girl, mourning, Xiao Hei should have been injured by a sharp object, and he couldn't be saved. Let's find a place to bury it. The monk squatted down, looked at the hole in Xiao Hei's belly with a fist, and sighed.

"Well, I know, I want to know who killed it, and where the uncle and aunt are, whether they are also around Bianhu Lake. Luo Yao wiped away his tears, was silent for a while, and said slowly.

Let the monk dig a small pit with spiritual power, and bury Xiao Hei under a willow tree.

"Little finch, go. The monk patted the bird on the shoulder, and the bird nodded its little head obediently and flew away.

Luo Yao got up, stood silently beside the monk, and looked at Bianhu Lake quietly, Bianhu Lake is not very wide, about ten meters wide, but Bianhu Lake is very long, and there is no end in sight at both ends, and I don't know the source or the end.

Looking at the other side, the monk suddenly spoke: "Someone is coming." ”

"What?" Luo Yao said instinctively, Ben was emptying his head and looking up at the heaven and earth, Luo Yao reflexively looked at the monk.

"Look over, across the street. The monk opened his mouth quietly, thinking to himself, what happened to this girl, it seems that it is not an ordinary little trouble.

I saw a fisherman's boat on the opposite side of Bianhu Lake fluttering, calm as the ground level, sparkling ripples, and a small boy paddling the water on the opposite side of the bow.

Luo Yao's nerves were tense, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the boat walking towards him.

The boat slowly approached the shore of the lake, docked on the shore, and the child tied the rope to the willow tree by the lake and walked into Luo Yao.

"Girl, my master is invited. The boy in black stepped forward and spoke expressionlessly.

"Please, are you sure it's not the monk next to me?" Luo Yao asked in surprise.

The boy did not answer Luo Yao's question, and made a gesture of please.

"Monk, together?" Luo Yao looked at the monk, winked and said.

The poor monk was also curious about what was going on. After speaking, the monk took the lead in bending down and walking onto the boat.

"Master, worthy of a good person, a monk who has attained the Tao, I really admire him. Luo Yao happily patted her ass, let her follow this strange boy alone, she was really a little afraid, with a monk together, she could rest assured.

The two of them walked into the boat one after the other, the fisherman's bow, Xiao Yao looked at the little boy who was more than a meter old, but rowed a wide oar, scooping in the lake, this scene was very strange, sure enough, in the cultivation realm, there were really many strange things.

"When you arrive, please disembark and come with the little one. A quarter of an hour later, the boat rowed to the opposite side, and Luo Yao and the monk followed the boy out of the boat and stepped on the soil at the other end of the lake.

"Master, I have never taken a boat to this side of Bianhu Lake, but I didn't expect that the interval of more than ten meters would be so different. ”

Another section of Bianhu Lake is lined with pavilions and attics, the willows that still stand are slightly hanging branches, the lake water by the lake plays with the residual leaves that are blown off, and the sparkling lake occasionally has naughty little fish jumping out of the water, enjoying the scenery on the water, although it is a short second, but also very satisfied to jump back to the bottom.

The child in front of him quietly led the way in front, Luo Yao looked around, and found that the pavilions around Bianhu Lake were actually empty, without any living people, walking on the corridor, the sound of clattering footsteps.

"Monk, look at the surroundings and don't feel very strange, too quiet. Luo Yao listened carefully, except for the footsteps of the three of them, the silence was terrifying.