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Lanxiang Mountain is located a few hundred miles southwest of Yuhua Town, and in order to speed up the journey, the two first walked due west along the main road, and then turned to the small road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info hurried so slowly, inquired all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of Lanxiang Mountain on the fourth day.

From a distance, this mountain, which is famous for thousands of miles, is not very tall. On the contrary, it has a gentle slope that is not at all straight, but it stands out compared to the surrounding hills.

The scenery on Lanxiang Mountain is beautiful, and there are all kinds of orchids all over the mountain, but in this winter, they are all temporarily withered, leaving only dead branches and leaves. In the scattered treetops, many buildings are faintly hidden inside, and there are probably no less than 100 of them, which is not only amazing, but also reminds the people who come to visit not to underestimate the heritage of Lanxiang Mountain.

It's just that Lang Hatian and Liang Ping have no time to think about these at this time.

They fixed the car on the tethered horse stake next to the stairs at the foot of the mountain, and after a while, no one came forward to ask, after glancing at the stone tablet engraved with the words "Lanxiang Mountain" next to the steps, the two of them were no longer patient, and went directly up the steps, but they still looked respectful, and did not show their skills, and at the same time looked for traces of their disciples along the road.

When I walked halfway up the mountain, I also saw many houses, but there were no people inside, and if you looked closely, you could still find traces of activity, and it didn't look like it had been uninhabited for a long time. Although the two of them had doubts in their hearts, they couldn't think of a reason.

"Grandpa, have you been here before, why are there so many houses, but they seem so deserted."

Liang Ping shook his head, indicating that he had never been here.

"Let's go, go to the top of the mountain, no matter how empty Lanxiang Mountain is, there will always be someone in charge." After speaking, the two of them turned back to the stone steps, looked at the top of the mountain, and were about to take a step, when a few dead branches on the side of the road suddenly shook, and a dead leaf quietly swept out in the chaotic sound, and went straight to the heart of Lang Hattian's eyebrows.

On the originally quiet mountain, such a movement naturally made Lang Hatian and Liang Ping's attention suddenly raised, fortunately, this did not make Liang Ping panic, and the dead leaf did not escape his eyes, and was split in half by his sword. There is nothing special about the two halves of the dead leaves falling to the ground in a swirl.

And Liang Ping also frowned, this didn't seem to be a clever means, using the noise as a cover, and the sound was attacking the west. If you think about it, it's a bit of a cover-up. Soon, Liang Ping didn't think much about it, because his eyes were focused on the person in front of him in a close-fitting green clothes, and he could be sure that it was this person's hand.

He had seen this man, in Nanhui City many years ago.

Lang hattian naturally noticed the visitor, but he felt more than Liang Ping, and he asked bluntly: "Who are you!?" ”

The man followed the voice and landed his eyes on Lang Hatian's face, which he felt very interesting.

"You two trespassed into my territory without permission, and you were embarrassed to ask me who I am? Where did the hairy boy come from, he is so short-sighted. ”

Lang hattian was suffocated and blushed, and was about to say something to fight back. At this time, Liang Ping returned for him: "Liang has no intention of offending, I have seen Sect Master Zhang." ”

Hearing this, Lang Hatian's expression suddenly became serious, put away the cynicism, and respectfully learned to salute Liang on the side. The person in front of him is actually the helmsman of Lanxiang Mountain!

He looked up cautiously, taking a closer look. The man in front of him, with a face like a crown of jade, tied his hair and scarf, gave people a sense of delicacy when he looked closely. The other person then asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"I was about to find the sect master and ask about a person."

"Who?"

The sect master of Lanxiang Mountain's face was very light-hearted, and he felt that the two of them were just looking for a certain registered disciple, so he didn't take it seriously, and he had already calculated how to get rid of this old and young. He looked at Lang Hattian's milky and dry face, and wondered who the old man of the family might have brought his grandson or great-grandson to his Lanxiang Mountain to find a disciple to force him to marry or something, there were many cases in the past, if he met a temperamental, he would be forced to be forced to become a prostitute if he was pulled home directly, but this time he was standing here as a genuine sect master, how could he be so cheap These two hooligans, don't think that your old man with a sword looks like he has two brushes, and he will fight later, hum, and teach you to do it again。。。。。。

"Xie Wenwan."

As soon as these three words came out, his face immediately darkened, his expression was cloudy, and he was about to open his mouth, Liang Ping pressed his hand on Lang Hatian's shoulder: "This child wants to find his mother." ”

At this moment, the body of the sect master of Lanxiang Mountain trembled, and his eyes stared at Lang Hatian, as if he could pierce him. Lang hated the sky's facial features, and was looked at carefully by the other party, and gradually, a familiar face appeared in front of him, and the man sighed and turned around.

"Come with me."

On the way, the Sect Master of Lanxiang Mountain didn't say a word, just led the way in front. Lang hattian couldn't help but be lonely, attached to Liang Ping's ear, and muttered in a low voice: "Grandpa Liang, I'm afraid this sect master is not young, but it's really well maintained, I didn't expect it to be a beautiful man." ”

Liang Ping suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, pinched the back of Lang Hattian's hand hard, and signaled him to shut up.

"Don't talk nonsense, you kid, Lanxiangshan never accepts men."

Ke Lang hated Tian didn't understand Liang Ping's meaning at all, and the second disease of middle school was in full swing at this time: "Wow... Damn, it turns out that she is a daughter, no wonder she looks a little charming. His mouth was wide open and his expression was exaggerated, "Then what is her name, does her name sound a little like a man or a little more like a woman?" ”

Just when Liang Ping wanted to raise his palm and shave his ear fiercely, the person in front of him who had already listened to everything in his ears said lightly: "The heads of the past generations are all named Lanxiang. ”

She led the two of them through several courtyards to an old wooden courtyard.

"The old sect master is waiting for Sister Wen Wan here, and it has been more than ten years, but now I am afraid that I can't wait." Zhang Lanxiang's face was full of melancholy, "Go in, what you want to know, the old sect master will tell you." ”

The wooden door was opened, and Lang Haotian and Liang Ping walked in and saw a small courtyard, although it was not very beautiful, but it was very clean. When they reached the door, before they could lift their hands and retreat, the door opened on its own, and the sunlight cast into the slightly dim room, and every part of the room was very plain, and against the opposite wall was a black table with candlesticks and ranks. On the futon in front of him, an old woman dressed in gray, holding a dust whisk and wearing a gray hat sat cross-legged. The old man was very kind, and he had a smile on his face all the time.

"Sit down, two."

She waved the dust in her hand, and the two futons in the corner of the wall instantly moved in front of the two.

"Old lady Xie Xuan, I hope the two of you don't dislike the cold house."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Lang Hatian's face, and then her eyes lit up, and between the palms of her hands opened and closed, Lang Hatian felt a strong force, and when she came back to her senses, he had sat on the nearest futon in front of the old man. He saw that the other party was looking him up and down.

"Like... It's too much of a resemblance. The old man reacted faster than Zhang Lanxiang, and directly figured out Lang Haotian's identity.

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