"I don't have a master. Xiao Li thought for a while, and then said. "These 'pairs' are taught to me by my uncle, I see that your tiger's mouth is tattooed with a four-spirit square sheep tripod, and the four-spirit square sheep tripod is the seal of the Sijia Zhongxiling Gate, so I rashly tried it. ”

"Oh?" the old farmer was slightly surprised, then lowered his eyes and said softly. "You can still recognize my seal after modification, the little girl has good eyesight, dare to ask which expert is the uncle of the clan you mentioned?"

Xiao Li was slightly stunned, then looked at Qiu Yan and nodded his forehead, and then took out a jade ornament from his neck. Before Xiao Li could answer, he saw that the old farmer seemed to be attracted by the jade ornament in Xiao Li's hand, and jumped directly past Li Mowu and Qiu Yan, and walked to Xiao Li an inch, and he was reluctant to blink his eyes.

Qiu Yan has also seen Xiao Li's jade pendant, with his experience, he can't see anything, he is not as good as Zhang Yanfeng in this regard, but he is ashamed of himself, after all, Zhang Yanfeng's ancestors are upside down these things, and the old farmer in front of him has been immersed in culture and history, for decades, and he doesn't know how much the underworld weapon has been upside down, and he is also half an expert in things and things, so he looked at this piece of jade and saw the doorway.

As far as I know, the Lu clan has disappeared for a thousand years, why do you have the ornament of the Lu clan and know more about the 'pair' in the Jieling Gate?"

"Lu Feng.." Xiao Li just wanted to speak, but a palm from the side stopped him from the side, and he only listened to Qiu Yan. "Old man, some things are not good when I hear too much, and today we are here to ask for something, not to chatter. ”

The old farmer glanced at him and nodded. "Presumably you have come here for the Twelve Stars Coffin. ”

"Exactly, I hope that the old gentleman will point to Yu Minglu, and there will be a thank you afterwards. Qiu Yan looked at the old farmer, and did not see the slightest emotion on that dry and rigorous face, but the big nose was particularly eye-catching, and when he made fun of him afterwards, listening to Xiao Li, this nose had a great origin, and it was also one of the reasons why Qiu Yan was impressed by the old farmer.

It turns out that the Jieling faction mainly smells with the nose, and in order to maintain the sensitivity of the nose, they all avoid spicy things such as tobacco and alcohol. When touching the gold, use the iron drill to drive into the ground, pull it out and smell it with your nose, the various smells brought up by the iron drill from the underground soil, and the feel when you hit the soil, the ground is empty, or there is wood, masonry, these feelings must be different.

The real experts are dismissive of those things in Luoyang, because if the underground soil is not dry enough, the effect will be greatly reduced, especially in those rich places in the south of the Yangtze River, where the rainfall is heavy, and many tombs are flooded by groundwater, and the underground soil layer is washed into a mess.

The old farmer thought for a moment and stared at Xiao Li for a long time, but since he saw Xiao Li's ornament, his attitude was obviously much gentler, of course, only for Xiao Li alone. "There is a reason for the incident, please allow me to reply later, after all, the Tianmang incident is just a legend, and it has been a thousand years old, and there is no way to confirm or have any basis. ”

"Of course, old sir, this is all the information we have about Tianmang and the original drawings of the twelve fragments, which will surely be helpful to you, our time does not allow us to delay for a long time, and we hope that you will forgive me. After that, Qiu Yan handed over the literature collected by the professor and the remnant jade model map copied by Le Jin to Xijiang, and then looked at Xiao Li, who was fiddling with flowers and plants, a trace of ripples flashed in the depths of his eyes, and his palms inadvertently clenched slightly.

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Qiu Yan and the three of them stayed in the countryside of Xijiang and waited quietly for an answer, he sat on the bed without saying a word, and then lowered his head and thought silently, he recalled what happened in Foshan little by little, every point and every minute, even every action and every feeling, he did not let go, and it seemed that he had not yet come out of that shadow.

His expression gradually became a little cold, and his eyes became sharper and brighter, as if he had faintly thought of something. After a while, he suddenly got up and walked towards the door, and at the same time, on his right hand, which hung at his side, his fingers slightly curled, and a moment later a short iron rod slipped silently out of his sleeve and landed on his hand.

Outside, the sun was shining and the sky was clear, and he squinted his eyes slightly to look around, and after a moment of silence, he walked towards the sparsely populated hillock of the countryside.

Seattle is known as the flower of the landscape, with ancient glaciers, active volcanoes, and the majestic Rainier Mountains. Qiu Yan stood very quietly on the mountain, looking at everything, except for the rustle of the mountain wind, he rarely heard other sounds, and occasionally there were some birdsong in the depths of the forest in the distance.

Qiu Yan was holding Sanmei in his hand, the blade of the sword was dull, it seemed that it had undergone a blood-colored baptism and could not refract the light, and there was a layer of gray material on it, restrained and deep, but the edge was extremely thin. His hand was steady and calm, but for some reason, the blade always seemed to give people the illusion of a slight trembling, not fear, not fear, but a reunion after a long absence, as if it had not been excited for many years.

Even this thousand-year-old blade seems to be longing for something.

Qiu Yan's gaze swept around, slowly moving forward, and at some point, his face became indifferent.

When I reached the top of the hill, the mountains and forests became more and more silent, but when I reached this height, I felt that the birds around me were singing louder and louder, and squirrels could often be seen on some tall trees.

Suddenly, a bush in front of him shook violently, revealing a gray head, but it was a hare common in the nearby mountains. Its mouth was constantly moving, as if it was chewing something, while looking around with a wary look.

Then, it saw Qiu Yan standing on the mountain road not far away.

It was a gentle man, his face was calm, and even at that moment there seemed to be a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that the trace of coldness and solemnity that had vaguely appeared on him not long ago seemed to have suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"I will not let the people around me leave me again, this is my promise. ”