There are only so few clues, and there is no trace of Fu Jin's origin and whereabouts, nor is there any news about whether he is still alive.

Fang Zhenren is not optimistic about this.

Yuxia Zhenren is confident that Fujin Zhenren must still be alive, and she will definitely be able to find him and resolve this crisis in Xiuyuan Mountain.

But the source of her confidence, Fang Zhenren was a little unimpressed.

There is no shortage of such things in the cultivation industry, and the patriarch of the sect has to enlighten and the like, but these things can't stand scrutiny, and most of them are pulling the banner as a tiger skin, and using the name of this ancestor to justify some of his actions, or to inspire future generations, in short, few things are true.

Fang Zhenren knew Yuxia Zhenren very well and knew that she was not a person who could lie. She is too high-minded, and she doesn't even bother to defend herself when she is framed. Her belief is that if you know me and believe me, you will not believe in provocative words. If you don't believe me at all, then there is no need for me to talk to you, and you should not know each other from now on.

She wouldn't make up any lies about meeting the ancestor in a dream, she should have really dreamed of it. But she is too concerned about the affairs of the sect, and it is not uncommon for her to think about it day and night. But if you have to take the things in your dreams seriously, I'm afraid that she will be even more disappointed when the time comes.

The conversation between the two was actually not harmonious, Qiuqiu came to interrupt, and Yuxia really felt that the apprentice came at the right time.

This letter Yuxia Zhenren also took out and handed it to Qiuqiu to see.

Qiuqiu was very surprised: "Really found it?" "To be honest, she didn't have much hope. After all, it has been too long, and from the vast pile of old books and old papers, Wuloushan's actions are careful and meticulous enough.

The letter has been yellowed. The envelope was enclosed with a dry insecticide powder, but the paper had become brittle after so many years. Qiuqiu was extra careful, for fear that she would crush the letter paper with all her might.

She didn't see anything more than Yuxia Zhenren.

If the letter was written by a real person. That Qiuqiu just felt that this senior was really a man of temperament - his handwriting seemed wild and sloppy, and it was not careless when he looked at the letter, but the ink was dripping, and there were two drops of ink on the blank space next to it. It can be seen that the person who wrote the letter was very anxious.

He also solemnly instructed in the letter, hoping that he could dispense a useful dose of good medicine as soon as possible, in order to cure the injuries of his junior brother Fujia.

"They must have a good relationship with their brothers."

"Maybe." Yuxia Zhenren remembered the look of Fujia Zhenren in the dream at that time: "There may also be another hidden secret." ”

This old letter reminded Qiuqiu of her old painting.

It looks like something from the same period...... Even the paper used is the same.

The small shop that sold her old drawings and pencil cases...... Between Fujia Zhenren and Fujin Zhenren, Qiuqiu felt that there must be some connection, and she must go again to find out the connection in the middle.

The team of spirit birds flew all the way, and when they passed by the place where they used to live, Shi'er asked Qiuqiu if she wanted to stop and take a look.

"No need." Qiuqiu knew what the mountain looked like now, a scorched earth and rubble. The little courtyard she was familiar with. Herbs and flowers planted by Master. The grass where they frolicked and played was all gone, and it only made me sad to see it.

"It's fine." Shi'er whispered, "When the matter is over." I'll come back with you. ”

There was also nostalgia in his expression.

The crane hovers over the mountains for a moment, and this crane is also familiar with this place.

Then it flapped its wings vigorously. Fly to the far north.

Someone separated from them on the way, and the people of the Donghumen, Qianzhou faction, and Luoquanshan faction all went back separately. The experience of this trip to the Sealed Lands seemed to have nothing but losses, but each of them was different from before they entered.

It doesn't matter what they've lost or learned, everyone doesn't feel the same way.

After a break in between, they arrived at Wulou Mountain on the morning of the third day.

Qiuqiu had always felt strange before, and she didn't know how the name Wulou Mountain was chosen. Looking condescendingly at the main peak of Wulou Mountain, Qiuqiu found that the shadow it cast on the ground resembled a pavilion, which may be the reason for its name.

"Let's rest and inquire about the situation."

Qiuqiu looked at Xiuyuan Mountain in the distance, Xiuyuan Mountain was still as she remembered, shrouded in clouds and mist, spring has not yet arrived, the continuous rain and snow of Xiuyuan Mountain will not end, from here from a distance, you can't see anything.

"I want to go to Heshan Town."

Shi'er thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I'll go with you." ”

"Is it convenient?"

"It's okay, please Guan Wei talk to the real person in charge of Wulou Mountain and sue him."

Heshan Town is very different from the last time she came.

The first two times she visited, the town was quiet and quiet, very lively, with people coming and going, doing business, opening workshops, and children running around the streets, competing for candy men and shuttlecocks, which were not important to adults.

But now the whole town seems very deserted.

Many of the shops on the street are not open for business, and even if they do, they look listless and absent-minded, there is no sound of shouting and selling in the past, there is no running around chasing and playing children, and even the flags of the liquor shops are hanging weakly, and there is no spirit of fluttering and shaking at all.

There must have been many people in the town who had moved out after hearing the news, and the rest were still holding on for some unknown reason.

Qiuqiu didn't care about emotion.

She saw the small façade of what had once been a thrift store.

The door was still tightly up, and even the old lettering she had seen was written in place.

It seems that the house has not been rented out since the man who owned the thrift store left. Maybe because something had happened to Xiuyuan Mountain at that time, the world became more difficult day by day, and there were only people who left, and there were no people who came here again.

"Let's go in and have a look."

"Okay."

Shi'er removed the door panel by two, revealing a doorway that could be entered and exited.

The light in the room was very dim, and it was still vaguely the pattern that Qiuqiu had ever seen. The house was empty, and things had long since been emptied. There were only traces of dust and messy footprints in the ground.

Qiuqiu pointed to Shi'er: "At that time, everything was placed in that corner, it was quite messy." There are all kinds of old things in the store, vases, old tables, suitcases. It seems that there are old clothes or something, but I didn't look closely. She pointed to the corner by the door, "The boss was lying behind that." ”

Both of them took a step towards the high counter.

Well, they probably wanted to go together again.

Shi'er walked to the back of the counter, and Qiuqiu stood next to him.

This counter seems to be some years old. The lacquer on it can no longer see the original color, and the corners and edges are polished to be round and smooth.

There's an old inkstone on the counter, and a bald pen, all of which look very ordinary.

There were two drawers at the bottom, which might have been filled with things like change and ledgers, but now the drawers are empty.

They seem to have made a trip for nothing, and there are no clues here.

If you can find this shopkeeper, you may get clues about Fu Jin's real person, or news about Huo'er.

"I'll go to the shops left and right and ask." Qiuqiu said.

"Okay."

Qiuqiu didn't have much hope. The shops on the left and right are also closed. Fortunately, the liquor store is still standing tenaciously. The shopkeeper is still that Lao Cai. Than the last time Qiuqiu saw him, he looked old again, squinting.

"Uncle Cai, do you still recognize me? I've asked you about it before. It's the thrift store diagonally across the street......"

The old man nodded slowly: "I remember." ”

"The ......"

"The person you inquired about came back a few days ago."

Qiuqiu was surprised: "Really? When? What did he come back for? Do you know where he is now? ”

"It's the end of last month, right?" Lao Cai recalled: "I also asked him where he came from. Do you want to open a store? Now that the world is not good, the people in the town are gone, and it is not a good time for him to come back. ”

As soon as people get older, they will inevitably be fed verbosity, and Qiuqiu listened to him patiently.

"What he said was strange."

"What's strange?"

"He said he came back because he knew something was wrong."

Why?

How can anyone take the initiative to make up for the bad things?

"What else did he say?"

He didn't say anything more, he was dressed cleaner than before, and looked ...... He looked so young, I almost didn't recognize him. I always thought he was about the same age as me, but when I looked at it this way, it looked like he was only thirty or forty years old......"

Qiuqiu's heart moved.

She had seen the boss, and she thought that he was very old, and he must look at least fifty or sixty.

How can you suddenly become younger?

Lao Cai said: "He also sold two catties of wine...... Without saying a word, he left. ”

"Do you know where he stayed?"

Lao Cai shook his head in confusion: "It shouldn't be too far, look at his appearance...... Maybe he moved back into town, he went that way. ”

Qiuqiu turned her head in the direction he was pointing.

It was in the direction of Shuen Mountain.

Qiuqiu saw that she couldn't ask anything more, nodded and said, "Thank you." If you see him again, take care of him, for this man is very important to us. She took out the money again and handed it to Lao Cai, but Lao Cai didn't answer, and waved her wrinkled and rough hand: "No need, now it's a day to live, what's the use of asking for these?" ”

Qiuqiu thought for a while, took the money back, and gave him a newly drawn talisman paper: "This is a talisman I drew myself, if there is danger, maybe I can warn in advance, please accept it." ”

Lao Cai still didn't seem to think so, but he accepted it.

may live to his age, and he doesn't care so much about life and death.

Qiuqiu hurriedly walked back, if it weren't for the scruples of still being in the town, she would have been eager to fly.

"Shi'er, let me tell you, Cai Laohan from the wine store told me a piece of news......"

She walked in the door, and her voice stopped.

A man stood facing Shi'er and turned his head towards her.

PS: There is no suspense about who this person is. Even if I sell it, everyone will guess it.

At noon today, I spent a lot of effort to get my son to sleep, but after the result, after success, our mother and wife breathed all the way to almost five o'clock...... Well, people's naps are midday, and we are naps.

Whisper for a ticket.

Regarding the problem of pro-saying that the rhythm of the writing is protracted.,This.。。 I feel like I'm trying not to drag. But now the general environment is that everyone is injected with water.,Not only pork.,It's the same with online articles.。。 Poofha~~~~

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