Hou Zhenhai did not rush to answer Lu Yao's question, but took Lu Yao in the direction of the visitor center in Jufengguan.

He didn't say it, Lu Yao knew that he had his own reasoning, so he didn't ask, and followed along.

However, Hou Zhenhai's goal was obviously not the visitor center, and the two walked through the visitor center, and then through the large square at the entrance of the scenic spot, to a small orchard more than 500 meters away.

The scale of the orchard is not large, there are not many fruit trees, and the varieties are somewhat single, except for some apple trees and pear trees, there are only the owner's apricot trees.

"This orchard doesn't seem to have been around for long!"

Standing at the gate of the orchard, Lu Yao saw a small bungalow with red bricks on the roof that was still brightly colored, and then looked at some of the wooden frames around the fruit trees that were transplanted and supported by them, and said to himself.

Then followed Hou Zhenhai into the orchard.

"Lao Liao, come out, there are guests coming!"

Walking into the orchard, Hou Zhenhai called out loudly.

"It's coming!"

A voice of extreme vicissitudes came from the house, and soon, a disabled old man with a cane medal limped towards the two.

Full of white hair, his face was also full of wrinkles, his back was hunched badly, and the trouser tube on his right foot was empty, but what shocked Lu Yao was that even though the old man was on crutches, he walked very fast, and when he saw Lu Yao behind Hou Zhenhai, a trace of doubt and a faint surprise obviously flashed in his eyes.

"Lao Liao, are you still used to living here?"

Hou Zhenhai walked a few steps towards Lao Liao, held his right hand, and said with a smile.

"Get used to it, why don't you get used to it, it's good to have so many people here!" Lao Liao showed a row of snow-white teeth and said with a smile.

When Lu Yao saw this scene, he was even more puzzled.

An old man of this age, and he is disabled, not to mention that his walking speed is faster than ordinary people, why his teeth are much better than those of young people, not to mention those big bright eyes, I am afraid that ordinary young people can't make Lu Yao feel like this.

"Young man, what do you think of my garden?"

Lu Yao looked at Lao Liao, Lao Liao naturally looked at Lu Yao a few more times, and when the two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, Lao Liao asked with a smile.

"Senior, your garden is very good, my godfather once said that when he is old, he also wants such a clean place, planting flowers, fiddling with saplings, and having fun!"

Lu Yao said with a polite smile.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Xiao Fan, a stinky boy, to plan to enjoy it at a young age!" Lao Liao suddenly said something shocking.

"Senior, do you know my godfather?"

Although the other party did not say who Xiao Fan was, Lu Yao instantly understood that Xiao Fan in his mouth was his godfather Lu Yiqian.

Because Lu Yiqian's other name is Fan Yong, the ghost doctor Fan Yong.

"Okay, okay, let's go in and talk about it, let the guests stand outside and talk, as if my old man doesn't know how to be hospitable!"

Lao Liao did not answer Lu Yao's question, but said with a smile, and walked towards the only tiled house in the garden with the support of Hou Zhenhai.

Lu Yao smiled faintly and followed.

Today, whether it is Hou Zhenhai or the newly acquainted Lao Liao, they all give Lu Yao a feeling that he can't see through, which is a very strange phenomenon.

Especially on Lao Liao's body.

Although Lu Yao felt that he was very unusual, he couldn't tell what was unusual, he thought that he would be an immortal cultivator, but no matter how Lu Yao perceived it, he couldn't feel even the slightest fluctuation of immortal power from his body after all.

Entering the house, all the furnishings were similar to what Lu Yao had guessed.

A bed, a table, a stove, a stack of newspapers with unreadable dates piled in the corner, and nothing else.

Even if there is not even a wardrobe or other furnishings, it seems that the ordinary cannot be ordinary, and the poor can no longer be poor.

"Young man, sit down, you're welcome!"

Lao Liao and Hou Zhenhai sat next to each other on the edge of the bed, picked them with crutches, and the only chair was behind Lu Yao, and it was exactly the same.

"What a second of strength!"

Seeing Lao Liao show this appearance for the first time, Lu Yao said secretly in his heart.

"Thank you, senior!"

Lu Yao nodded with a smile and sat back very casually.

"Poof!"

"Haha!"

Lu Yao obviously looked at the only chair that Lao Liao picked up behind him with a cane, but when he sat down, there was nothing behind him, and he was caught off guard and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"How so?"

Lu Yao was shocked in his heart, and when he recalled the scene just now, he suddenly felt incredible.

I saw that the chair was behind me, so why did I sit empty?

Obviously, he tried to stabilize his body after noticing it for the first time just now, but why didn't he do a very simple thing for him?

Where did that force that he couldn't resist just now come from?

Who is this old Liao, who is sacred, why can he, who seems to be ordinary, even play with an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of the out-of-body realm?

One after another, doubts came to his heart, and Lu Yao's eyes were firmly fixed on Lao Liao, expecting to find something different from him.

"Lao Liao, you still have this character!" Hou Zhenhai saw Lu Yao fall to the ground, obviously smiling happily, but as soon as he turned his face, he immediately changed, blaming Lao Liao and said: "People are distinguished guests, and you are also joking with others!" ”

"Hehe, itchy hands for a while, itchy hands for a while!"

Lao Liao explained with a smile, and casually raised his hand towards Lu Yao, and Lu Yao felt that a majestic force was slowly lifting him.

At this moment, Lu Yao knew that Lao Liao had no ill will towards him, but he also moved his mind to compete, but instead mobilized the immortal power of his whole body, controlled his center of gravity, and let himself sit on the ground again.

"Good boy, kind of interesting!"

Lao Liao naturally sensed Lu Yao's intentions, and did not get angry, but said with a smile.

However, although Lao Liao said so, the kung fu in his hand did not weaken at all, and an even more powerful force poured out from the ground and pushed towards Lu Yao's back.

"Okay, stop playing, one old and one young still play this set, if you spread it, you won't be ashamed, I'll be ashamed!"

Hou Zhenhai watched Lu Yao and Lao Liao compete, Lu Yao was still faintly at a disadvantage, and suddenly said with a smile, his right foot stomped on the ground, and the power that Lu Yao felt disappeared instantly.

"Huh, what's going on?"

That power disappeared, but Lu Yao was stunned by everything in front of him.

He couldn't figure out when he had sat in the chair before.

At this moment, Lu Yao's eyes were full of doubts and curiosity when he looked at Lao Liao.