"How do you recognize this person?" asked Zhuge Chanjuan.

"Didn't Crane Day become an immortal, how could he still die?" the fat man asked.

Zhuge Chanjuan asked a question, but Nanfeng didn't answer her question, but looked at the fat man, "Even Da Luo Jinxian will die, not to mention that Hetian is just a celestial immortal." ”

"How did you know about what happened eighty years ago?" asked the fat man.

"I've heard that. "The south wind is casually perfunctory.

"Who did you listen to, and who killed this man?" the fat man asked again.

The reason why Nanfeng didn't answer Zhuge Chanjuan's question was because Zhuge Chanjuan might be jealous if he told the truth, but the fat man kept asking questions, and he couldn't help but answer, "He Tian was originally a god general of the wind department, and he died at the hands of Shangqing Zhangjiao Cheng Wuzi eighty years ago. ”

"Shangqing Palm Sect?" the fat man frowned in confusion, "Shangqing Palm Sect should be a mortal, how did a mortal kill a heavenly immortal?"

Nanfeng shook his head, "I don't know. ”

"Shangqing Sect seems to have a kind of spell called borrowing the law Qiankun, right?" Zhuge Chanjuan squinted at the south wind.

"I don't know. Nanfeng can only continue to pretend to be confused, in order to rescue Yuan Anning, he used the borrowing method in Chang'an in desperation, and it was at that time that a Yuqing old Taoist recognized this spell and casually said that seventy years ago, Shangqing Zhangjiao Cheng Wuzi used the law to kill Hetian.

Fortunately, although Zhuge Chanjuan understood the truth, she was not jealous, but pointed to the moon bear below and said, "Since Hetian is dead, we should try to tell it and let it not wait any longer." ”

Nanfeng shook his head, "Let it keep waiting." ”

"It's been waiting for eighty years," Zhuge Chanjuan sighed, "at least eighty years." ”

"It can't wait for its owner to come back, but as long as it's waiting, there's hope in its heart. Nanfeng shook his head and said.

"It's going to die of old age here. Zhuge Chanjuan couldn't bear it.

The south wind did not answer.

"Is there any formation around here that traps it here?" said the fat man, the skinny and skinny moon bear that was foraging at the foot of the mountain when the three of them arrived.

Nanfeng shook his head, "There is no formation nearby, and there is no confinement, it is its own reluctance to stay away from the cave, it may be worried that someone will break into the cave, or it may be worried that the master will not find it when he comes back." ”

"Alas. The fat man sighed, Lao Bai was also in this situation back then, and he had been waiting for him in the valley for many years, but compared with the moon bear, Lao Bai was much luckier, because it waited for its master.

"Not all waits have a result. "Nanfeng stroked the feathers of the eighth master, the eighth master and this moon bear also have similarities, after Mo Li no longer needed it, he returned to the cave where he grew up, and waited for him to come back from there, the alien may not be smart, but the alien is often more loyal than people.

"Are you sure there is no confinement around?" Zhuge Chanjuan turned her head to look back, "This mountain peak is also three or four miles in radius, and it stands to reason that food should not be so scarce. ”

"Come and die one by one, after a long time, the surrounding birds and beasts will not dare to come. When the south wind spoke, it extended its aura, isolating the earth qi within a radius of twenty miles, and the birds and beasts in this range immediately panicked, flying around, a large number of birds and beasts broke into the range of the lonely peak, and the moon bear also had a sense, panicked, and it happened that a pheasant flew to a close place, and it bit it, and returned to the door with the pheasant in its mouth, looking around worriedly.

"It's not a long-term solution. Zhuge Chanjuan said, she naturally knew that the panic of the beasts was caused by the south wind.

"That's all we can do. The south wind retracted its aura and drove the eighth master to continue westward.

"Still going west?" asked the fat man.

Nanfeng nodded, "There is another place, eight hundred miles to the west. ”

Zhuge Chanjuan said, "Eight hundred miles to the west is the realm of poison. ”

"Yes," Nanfeng nodded, "at the junction of Middle-earth and Poison. ”

"What is it?" asked Zhuge Chanjuan.

"It's a mysterious dartger. Nanfeng said, without waiting for the two to ask, he took the initiative to tell the details, "This clue was provided by a few warriors who used to be guards, there is a desert Gobi in the area where Middle-earth and Poison meet, and there are several abandoned ancient cities in the Gobi, one of which is called Jihari......"

"Jihari is a Sanskrit word that means green tree. "The fat man interrupted.

Nanfeng nodded, "That ancient city is located in the eastern region of the Gobi, it has been abandoned for many years, there is a mysterious dart master there, as long as the merchants in the past hire him to accompany him, those horse thieves wandering in the Gobi Desert will not dare to fight their ideas easily, this person is thin and thin, widely dressed and masked, no one has seen his true face, and no one has heard him speak." ”

"What kind of cultivation is this person?" asked Zhuge Chanjuan.

Nanfeng shook his head, "Someone once saw him make moves, saying that his moves are faster than lightning, and his body is treacherous and popular, but no one knows what kind of cultivation this person is, because he didn't show his complexion when he made a move." ”

"Eight hundred miles is not close, but it is more than a thousand miles back and forth. "The fat man doesn't really want to go.

"Could this dart player be a gang of horse thieves?" Zhuge Chanjuan was also interested in Shan.

"Listen to me," Nanfeng raised his hand, "this man's escort begins at Jihari and ends at Lechard......"

"Lekad is also a Sanskrit word for water weed. The fat man interrupted again.

Nanfeng nodded and continued, "There are more than five hundred miles between the two places, and the camel has to travel for half a month, and during this half month, this person does not drink or eat, and does not need to lie down and rest. ”

"Maybe you have learned the art of bigulf. Zhuge Chanjuan answered casually.

Nanfeng waved his hand, "No, I suspect this man is a dead man. ”

When the fat man heard this, he was interested, and eagerly asked, "Can a dead man still walk a dart?"

"This is where my doubts lie, this man does not seem to know the money, but only the money bag," said Nanfeng, "whatever the merchant gives him, he will take it, and then he will protect it, and give him a bag of stones, and give him a bag of sand, and he will keep it." When he encountered a caravan returning to Middle-earth, he would hand over the reward given to him by the previous caravan to the eastbound caravan, and entrust the caravan to transfer the reward to a family somewhere in Luoyang. ”

"Where is Luoyang?" the fat man wondered.

"The former capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty is no longer called by this name. Zhuge Chanjuan said, and looked at the south wind, "When did the martial artist who provided the clue see this person?"

"Two years ago, according to them, this man had been in the abandoned city for many years. Nanfeng said.

"Two years isn't a long time, and the man is probably still there. Zhuge Chanjuan said.

The fat man asked curiously, "Did those merchants who returned to Middle-earth find that family?"

"What are you looking for, most of the things he gives to others are stones and sand, which one will look for it. Nanfeng shook his head, "Besides, the place he said is long gone, even if you have the heart to look for it, you can't find it." ”

"Since he never speaks, how can he ask someone to bring things to Luoyang?" the fat man asked again.

"When he asks someone to carry something, he will put a wooden sign with the address engraved on it. Nanfeng said.

Zhuge Chanjuan asked, "Was the handwriting on those wooden plaques engraved before, or did they go up at the right time?"

"I don't know," Nanfeng shook his head, "There are many paths to the Western Regions, but that road only leads to the body poison, and only caravans pass by in summer, so not many people know about it, I suspect that this person has been dead for many years, and it is only because his wish has not been fulfilled that his soul has been stuck in the body, doing what he wanted to do in life." ”

"Possibly," the fat man nodded, "is he a ghost or a zombie like him?"

"It's definitely not a ghost, but it's not a zombie either, it's only a yin thing. Nanfeng said that zombies are just a kind of yin thing, and if this mysterious dart player is really the situation he said this situation, it can also be counted as a yin thing, and the yin thing is exactly what he needs for this bet.

"Let's go, it's not close to eight hundred miles. The fat man instructed Lao Bai to speed up.

"Do you want to rest after a tiring night?" asked Nanfeng.

"Don't, hurry up, I want to see what the hell is going on with this person......"