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In this way, he searched for another four or five days near Wuliang Mountain, during which time Xiao Yao's understanding of the local situation was also increasing. (Please search Bayi Chinese Net, the fastest updated novel website!) It turns out that because Yinsheng is rich in Pu'er tea, and the tea grown here is not marketable at all, and the income obtained every year is also very large, so every household makes a living by planting tea, and there has long been a fixed batch of tea here to come to buy at the agreed time, and they have also agreed to share the same enemy, and all those who intend to get a piece of the pie from here are rejected and fully protected the local tea farmers of Yinsheng, so the area where Wuliang Mountain is located can enjoy peace for a long time. Life is comfortable and abundant, and there is a special person to protect it, but over time, the local style of martial arts practice has gradually weakened, and finally there is nothing, and now everyone grows tea, and the martial arts style is not flourishing. Xiao Yao found out that sixty or seventy years ago, there was a heroic warrior named Wang Qianlie in Yinsheng, who had helped the locals compete with those unscrupulous tea merchants. Looking at the picturesque scenery of exquisite beauty and quiet landscapes, although he had the heart to enjoy it, the major events in his heart were always unresolved, and the time dragged on for more and more, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious. In the past few days, Xiao Yao has been inquiring around Wuliang Mountain every day, and when he sees people, he asks, so that everyone in the tea farmers in the nearby villages knows that there is a handsome young man who wants to find an immeasurable sword sect. The people here are simple, and when they saw Xiao Yao searching for no result, in fact, everyone wanted to help him in their hearts, but because they really didn't know, they couldn't help him.

On this day, Xiao Yao met a passing tea merchant again, and after asking the other party, he still had no clue. Sitting on the ground gloomily, looking at the towering Wuliang Mountain, Xiao Yao had doubts about his judgment for the first time, thinking about all the things he had encountered after coming to this Condor World, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that in real life, the world of Tianlong and the Condor and the Condor are really not interconnected#a? a#。 ”

Xiao Yao saw that the old man was talking as he walked, and waved in his direction, and involuntarily looked behind him, and after making sure that the old man was talking to him, he hurriedly got up and greeted him. Getting closer, Xiao Yao realized that the old man seemed to be **ten years old, his body was rickety, and his hands were as rough and dry as branches, if it weren't for the colorful clothes on his body, which could still make Xiao Yao feel some vitality, he would have thought that the old man in front of him was about to die. After carefully holding the old man and sitting on a big rock on the side of the road, Xiao Yao said, "Uncle, is there anything wrong with you?" His voice was slight, for fear that if he spoke a little louder, he would accidentally frighten the angry old man.

Sitting on the stone, the old man was still muttering in his mouth, speaking some local language that Xiao Yao couldn't understand at all. In fact, after a few days of exploration and communication with people, Xiao Yao has slowly begun to get used to and adapt to the local vernacular, especially for the younger generation who have followed the tea merchants out of the mountains and walked on the rivers and lakes, the communication is very smooth. But now, listening to the words of the old man in front of him, although Xiao Yao knew that he was also speaking the local language, he couldn't understand a word, and he couldn't help but feel secretly anxious in his heart. From the words of this old man, he understood that this old man was afraid that he had never left the mountain in his life, so his accent was extremely pure, and it was normal for an outsider to not understand, but because of this, Xiao Yao couldn't help but secretly guess and reasoned that there was a difference of more than 100 years between Tianlong and the Condor, this old man was over the age of 100 years at this time, and he had lived near Wuliang Mountain all his life, maybe he might know some things that young people didn't know, and the two had never known each other, but he came to look for himself at this time, there must be a reason for this, maybe it was related to the matter of the Wuliang Sword Sect, but the two couldn't understand each other, this was really a problem。 Seeing that the old man kept pointing at the immeasurable mountain, and the words in his mouth were endless, Xiao Yao had no choice but to bite the bullet and gesture with the old man with his hand. I saw that he first drew a few human figures holding long swords on the ground, and then drew a large house, and then pointed to the Wuliang Mountain with his finger to show if there were any swordsmen in the mountain. The old man looked at the picture that Xiao Yao had drawn on the ground, his eyes suddenly thoughtful, and then he slowly raised his head and looked at the immeasurable mountain. When Xiao Yao saw this scene, his heart moved, and he was just thinking about what way to let the old man confide more information, but suddenly a young man ran in a hurry in the distance. Seeing Xiao Yao, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It turned out that this young man was the one who had told Xiao Yao about Wang Qianlie's past before. After smiling politely at each other, the young man squatted down and said to the old man sitting on the stone, "Grandpa, why did you run out alone? Everyone in the family is looking for you, worried that something has happened to you, and everyone is in a hurry." ”

The old man said hoarsely, "##a¥#a#¥aa##." ”

Xiao Yao was confused when he heard this, but when the young man heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and after glancing at Xiao Yao, he paused, and then asked the old man, "Do you know about the Infinite Sword Sect?"

As soon as Xiao Yao heard this, he immediately came to his senses, as if a bright dawn had finally shot into the eternal fog in front of him, and he looked at the young man with anticipation in his eyes, hoping that he could act as a translator. The young man looked at Xiao Yao's confused and eager eyes looking at him, knowing that he couldn't understand the dialect his grandfather said, and after listening to what the old man said, he said to Xiao Yao: "Brother, this is my grandfather." A few days ago, after you asked me about the Infinite Sword Sect, I came home and accidentally told my grandfather about it. Who knows, after hearing about this, my grandfather, who has not stepped out of the village for several years, will come out to you in person, saying that he will personally tell you something about the Infinite Sword Sect. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yao couldn't help but ask excitedly: "That junior will listen to you." It's just that I don't know if my brother can relay a thing or two on his behalf. ”

The young man smiled slightly, nodded in response, "Well, that's nature." After speaking, after exchanging a few words with the old man, he began to act as an interpreter for Xiao Yao, and told him what the old man said sentence by sentence.