My voice is loud and sound, there is no doubt that the kind of person who is the red lady is extremely proud and never willing to suffer, but at this moment I seem to be shocked by my words, and I don't know whether I am shocked or annoyed to the extreme, trembling and speechless. ………… I didn't entangle with her, I jumped into the stone coffin with my grandfather, floated down the river, and after a while, I picked up Lao Fuba halfway, and the three of them drifted a long way at once.

"Child" grandfather until this time, still immersed in memories, unable to extricate himself, in the drowsy old eyes, the eyes are not as bright as in the past, he looked at me fixedly, stayed for a long time, and then said: "My water man, grown up"

I grabbed my grandfather's hand and smiled, but my eyes were astringent for a while, and the two of them hadn't sat quietly face-to-face for a long time to talk, and before I saw my grandfather, I felt that I had a lot to say, but when I really sat together, I didn't know how to speak for a while. I think it may be like that, after the young days, no matter who you face, you will not be as childish as before, and you will say whatever you want.

"Master, the past is already in the past, don't worry about it anymore." I paused and said, "Nagato woke up once, and he couldn't say anything, just let me go to the Mountain of Life and Death in the Holy Domain." ”

"Sanctuary, Mountain of Life and Death" Grandpa's expression tightened, in his eyes, I will always be a child who will not grow up, but it may be that recalling the scene just now, grandpa breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it himself, and did not object. Sooner or later, we will have to bear the responsibility that we should bear, no matter how heavy it is.

"Master, now that the river is unstable, there is no longer much need to patrol the river, you go ashore to find a place and take good care of yourself, I will come back when I go to the Mountain of Life and Death." I told my grandfather and said something. Grandpa is not the head of the Seven Gates, nor is he a long door, many things, maybe he is not clear, but he just fulfills the duties passed down from generation to generation, and I have not asked about the secret things at the bottom of the river.

You can ignore these things, but the matter of the half of the black gold wood is very important. The last time my grandfather handed me Kurokaneki, I haven't been able to ask him, but now I finally have a chance.

"Master, where did you get the half of the black gold wood you gave me last time?"

For this kind of thing, grandpa will not hide it, and just told me directly. Our Chen family settled in Dahetan a long time ago, and although we moved in the middle, the overall scope was in the riverbank. The last ancestral house of the Chen family is estimated to have a history of one or two hundred years, and my grandfather lived in the ancestral house back then. Later, the seven gates changed, and the family went from place to place, especially after the grandfather disappeared for some reason, the grandfather was the master of the house, and before moving to Xiaopanhe, the grandfather went back to the ancestral house. Because the Chen family has always been a member of the Seven Sects, the ancestors of the family will inevitably leave some inconspicuous things or traces in the ancestral house, and the grandfather will not plan to come back when he moves away, so he wants to flatten the ancestral house and let all traces disappear.

The ancestral house was demolished, but in the demolished ruins, a box was dug up, a very strong cypress box, and wrapped in copper skin, the box did not have any markings, grandpa said that it was left by the ancestors of that generation, the ancestral house has a history of more than 100 years, but the box was obviously buried under the house at the same time as the ancestral house was built, indicating that the box was brought by the ancestors of the Chen family who moved here, and it can not be traced back to the specific age.

There was only half a piece of black gold wood in the box, and Grandpa thought at the time, would this thing be buried deep in the ground of the ancestral house, would it have any special significance? He had asked people in many ways, and in the end he only knew that this was a rare piece of black gold mahogany, which was the supreme treasure used by Taoists to make magic weapons. Grandpa thought that this thing might have information that had not yet been deciphered, and kept it with him until the last time when he thought he couldn't escape, he handed it over to me.

The two pieces of black gold mahogany were originally just a whole, but they were later broken from it, half of them were on the red-eyed old corpse, and the other half was buried under the Chen family's ancestral house. What's the secret here? I'm in a hurry to get to the Sanctuary, and I don't have time to explore it for the time being, so I'll have to talk about it later.

I talked to my grandfather for a long time, and I explained everything thoroughly, but my grandfather was worried, but he couldn't do anything. The Holy Domain, since ancient times, has been an unknown place, except for the huge back then, no one in the entire Seven Gates has ever been to the Holy Land, everything has to be explored and found by myself. Fortunately, I talked to my great-grandmother about the Holy Domain at the beginning, and I had some confidence in my heart.

There was never a time to finish, but there was always a time of separation, and Lao Fuba and I left the stone coffin, went up to the riverbank, and walked far away, and my grandfather was still standing inside looking at me. I thought silently to myself, hoping that he was all right.

This may be the first time in my life that I have left the big river beach, just like Jin Dashao said, the outside world is completely different from the river beach. I went to Zhengzhou with Lao Fuba, and then to Kaifeng, and saw the high-rise buildings in the city for the first time, and the first time I saw the ancient city of Kaifeng and the Erqi Pagoda in Zhengzhou. From here, we have to cross Tongguan, go to Xi'an, and from Xi'an to Qinghai via Gansu, and finally trek on foot to the source of the deserted river to find the legendary holy land.

For the first time in my life, I took a train, and I was suddenly shocked by the long dragon-like body, and I felt that people were really capable of making anything.

"You haven't seen the world before." Lao Fuba saw me in a daze, pulled me and said: "Don't talk about this big iron car, a few years ago, Beijing went to a few people, let our ginseng pickers from Nagada take them into the mountains to look for ginseng, and almost caught me, not bragging, if they really let them catch it, I will take a plane back to Beijing."

Lao Fuba and I got on the train, and the means of transportation were limited back then, and those who traveled far had to take the train, and the train was full. The two of us sat down side by side, and after a while, there was someone sitting on the opposite seat. Such passers-by originally met in Pingshui, and those who had a fate would chat for a few words, and those who did not have a fate would sit in silence until the end. Opposite an old man with eyes, like a literati, and like a teacher, which is awe-inspiring, but the one next to him, with a smooth face, is forty or fifty years old, and his eyes are sloppy, I don't think he is very pleasing to the eye, so I don't care about him.

The train was moving, and it would take a long time to sit on this road, and the eyes of the old oilman on the other side kept spinning back and forth on me, and I felt more and more bored, and I didn't want to deal with it. The old oilman seems to be interesting, and he knows that I am annoying, so he doesn't speak. Lying on the table and falling asleep, until midnight, everyone else in the carriage fell asleep, the old oil man suddenly raised his head, looked left and right in a thief's place, and said in a suppressed voice: "Brother, what you have on you, are you willing to make a move?" ”

"What?" I was stunned, frowned, and when I was out of the house, I didn't want to make any trouble at all, and I didn't know what the old oil was talking about, so I immediately said perfunctorily: "I don't understand." ”

"They are all people who understand, so why bother?" The old oil laughed, the old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum, and the ghost head shook his eyes on my chest twice, and said, "It's what you wear on your chest." ”

I subconsciously turned around and said in my heart that this man's eyes were too poisonous. But the more this happens, the more the old oilman is energetic, and he keeps grinding with me. I excused myself a few times, and I couldn't help but want to turn my face. The old oilman smiled, stretched out his hand at once, and grabbed a handful in front of me.

My reflexes and speed were extremely fast, and as soon as he made a move, I reached out and grabbed his arm. But one of the old oil's hands seems to have been specially practiced, just like a pickpocket in the past who used to hold soap with two fingers in boiling water, and his dexterity was abnormal, his arm was grabbed by me, but the two fingers pinched the Zhenhe mirror from my clothes. With a pull, half of the mirror peeked out of the clothes.

"Hiss" When the old oilman saw the pattern on the half-section of the Zhenhe mirror, he immediately gasped as if he had been burned by fire, and the cynical look on his face immediately converged, and then there was a solemnity and surprise, and he raised his eyes and began to look at me again.

At the same time, the old pedant, who had been looking out of the car window, also turned his face to look, and at that moment, I saw a brilliant light from the eyes under the two thick spectacle lenses.

"Where did this thing come from!?" The old oil's arm was about to be broken by me, but he refused to let go of the pain, bared his teeth and held his breath, and said, "I took all the money!" ”

"Let go!" Fearing that I might alarm the others, I whispered at him, and with a lot of strength in my hands, I forced his arm away.

But the old oil's hands were unimaginably flexible, and at the same time that his arms were set apart, he held the Zhenhe mirror between his two fingers, and forcibly broke the red line on the bronze mirror, pinched the Zhenhe mirror, and ran away. The carriage was full of people, and he was as smooth as a loach, and he ran from one end to the other end of the carriage, and I was afraid of stepping on the people sitting in the aisle, and my hands and feet were a step slower.

The moving train may be coming into the station and slowing down a bit, although I am a little slower than the old oil, but the total space of the carriage is so large, no matter how slow it is, I can catch up. As I approached step by step, the old oilman panicked, glanced left and right, rushed to the side, lifted the slightly open window, shrank his body, and jumped off the still moving train.