The old man looked up, squinted at a certain sky, and muttered, "Speaking of which, I haven't heard that voice in a while. ”

"What sound?"

Xiao Chen asked, thinking to himself that the so-called "medicine garden is weird", is it just a certain voice?

The old man shook his head, "I don't know what it is, sometimes in the daytime, sometimes at night, like a long thunder roaring, and like a donkey pulling a millstone, it can be heard within a radius of several miles." ”

Xiao Chen took over the topic and said with a smile: "Could it be that there is some behemoth in the mountain?" ”

The old man directly denied his speculation and said, "No, the old man has been in this medicine garden for many years, if it is really a behemoth, it will definitely leave some clues." Moreover, ordinary beasts will definitely not be able to make such a sound. ”

Xiao Chen was also puzzled: "That...... Maybe it's not an ordinary beast, but a spirit beast with cultivation? ”

The old man laughed, his eyebrows stretched.

He felt that the young man in front of him was either too imaginative, or he was too yearning for that incomparably fantasy cultivation world, otherwise how could he have thought that in a place like Qingyun Town, there would be such an existence as a spirit beast.

The old man laughed and said: "Impossible, impossible, although the old man is not a cultivator, he has also heard that spirit beasts are generally in those mountains and rivers with abundant spiritual energy, and places like Qingyun Town are not a place full of spiritual energy, so they are not rare." ”

Xiao Chen also smiled embarrassedly.

The old man put away his smile, as if he remembered something, and said, "However, although the old man doesn't know what it is, he can hear that there is grief and indignation in that voice, and there is also a faint sound of gold and stone. ”

Xiao Chen let out an "oh", and the more he listened, the more confused he became.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Then, when is this voice usually heard?" ”

The old man replied, "Not necessarily, sometimes I can hear it once every ten days and a half months, sometimes I can hear it every few months, there is no pattern, and I can't tell the direction." So everyone who has heard it thinks it's very weird. There are even rumors that it is a certain 'big devil' suppressed somewhere nearby, and I am afraid that it is about to appear. ”

Xiao Chen smiled and asked, "Does the old gentleman believe this statement?" ”

The old man shook his head: "Naturally, I don't believe it, I didn't hear any violence in that voice, but after listening to it for a long time, I still feel a sense of depression." ”

Xiao Chen really became more and more confused the more he listened.

However, listening to the old man's description, this so-called "weird" existence is probably just some kind of natural phenomenon, such as some kind of echo or something.

There are many natural phenomena that the ancient people did not understand, and he was too lazy to bother his brain.

At this time, the old man spoke again: "Xiao Protector's whimsical ideas made the old man think of something. ”

"Oh?"

Xiao Chen was originally determined to put it down, but when he heard the old man say this, he suddenly became interested again.

The old man smiled and said, "Have you heard about that Tsing Yi Sword Immortal's 'opening a mountain with a sword'?" ”

Xiao Chen was really interested, and said with a little excitement: "What the old gentleman said, but the one who is rumored in the local area, the Tsing Yi Sword Immortal who slashed out today's 'Sky Cliff' with a sword a hundred years ago?" ”

"Exactly." The old man nodded.

Xiao Chen's eyes widened and asked, "Qingyun Town has ever produced such a master?" ”

The old man replied slowly: "I don't know if the sword fairy is a local, but it is true that a sword splits out of the 'Sky Cliff', and it is clearly recorded in the "Local Chronicles", it is said that the master is a great monk above the 'Five Realms', once he broke through the realm, he split half of the mountain with a sword, but for some reason he suddenly lost his Taoist heart, his mood was in a big disorder, he was delirious, and he didn't know where to go......

"So, that seemingly unrealistic idea of yours just now reminded me."

Xiao Chen heard it in a fog, and asked with a smile: "What did I mention Mr. Something?" ”

The old man thought seriously: "I had a whim, could it be that sword immortal...... Still alive in the world? And in a hidden place near this skyscraper cliff, sometimes there was a deep and melancholy sound. ”

Xiao Chen smiled and asked, "Is this ...... Does that make sense? ”

The old man said seriously, "It should make sense, because that voice is so wonderful, sometimes like gold and stone clashing in the sky, sometimes mournful and gloomy, sometimes like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring...... It's really different from mortal sounds, if it's not those great monks who are all over the world, who can have such a vast and majestic spirit? ”

Xiao Chen couldn't help but quip: "The old gentleman can be said to be the bosom friend of this master. ”

The old man smiled dumbly, waved his hand again and again, and said: "No, no, no, how can the old man be virtuous, how can he be worthy of being the bosom friend of this master, it is just a whim, random speculation, it can't be true, it can't be true." ”

"Sir is too modest."

Xiao Chen stood up and saluted the old man, "Thank you, sir, for telling me so many interesting things." ”

The old man was flattered, "Xiao Protector is tormenting the old man, you are already a person who has embarked on the path of cultivation, and ordinary people like the old man really deserve Xiao Protector to be like this." ”

"Mr. doesn't have to be too humble, in my Xiao Chen's eyes, everyone is born equal, there is no distinction between high and low, martial arts diligently seek to prove the Tao with martial arts is practice, farmers work hard to plant a good season of crops is practice, Mr. is conscientious, take care of every grass and tree in this garden, why not practice?"

"The Tao is different, but in fact, the cultivation is the original heart, so how can there be a difference between a master and an ordinary man in the world?"

"So, just now I said that Mr. is really the bosom friend of that master, and there is no half-truth, Mr. really deserves it."

Xiao Chen's tone was solemn and serious, and he gave it a bow.

"This ......"

He said it casually, but the old man was like a lightning strike!

"Sir...... Mr. ......"

Xiao Chen screamed twice but still didn't respond...... "Uh, I'll go to cultivate first, that kid, let's talk back." ”

"Oh, oh, oh, good, good, go, go, practice, practice......"

……

Cliffs and waterfalls, secluded pools and springs.

On the big stone below the waterfall, Xiao Chen had been cultivating for nearly two hours.

Ever since he came to this medicine garden and set his sights on this feng shui treasure, he had been cultivating here for a long time almost every day.

After more than ten days of diligent cultivation and hard work, he finally entered the "Yuan Fetal Realm".

He is a true practitioner.

In those martial arts moves, the power between the fists and palms was far from being comparable to the past.

Xiao Chen sat quietly on the stone at this time, closed his eyes slightly, looked at his nose and his nose, and quietly felt the vitality flowing between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly.

I saw a figure walking slowly about three or four feet away from here.

Xiao Chen still maintained a sitting posture, but secretly raised his vigilance.

At the same time, he muttered in his heart: "He...... How did it end up here? ”