Similar to the feeling last time, Taijitu directly passed on a few messages to Su Hanshan.

He could stay in this world for a hundred days, and now near this hillside, there were people and things that could help him better understand the Heavenly Ladder Realm.

Su Hanshan touched it and found that Cuijun God was still in his arms.

The gloves are very soft when not worn on the hands, like silk, and they are not conspicuous at all when hidden in the arms, but they are cold to the touch, which makes people realize that they are made of metal.

And the few gold pendants he had been holding in his hands were missing.

It seems that it really can't be counted as what you have in your hands, but what you put in your arms, can you travel through the world together?

After that, if you make a loose robe, sew a few more big pockets inside the clothes, and stuff your whole body into a bulging bag, can you bring more things back?

Su Hanshan climbed up the hillside, ready to hurry up and go to a high place to observe the situation nearby.

After all, the news given to him this time was about people or things near the hillside "now" that could help him understand the Heavenly Ladder Realm.

In case it refers to a person, and the other party is just passing by, and the time spent here is not too long, then he may miss it when he is slow to search.

Above the hillside there is a grove of sparse trees, but the trunks are straight, the bark is smooth, a blue-gray color, and the leaves are the size of a palm.

Su Hanshan entered the forest, found the tallest tree, floated up, kicked the ball of his feet on the thickest horizontal branch, and the whole person rose into the air, his arms were spread, and he controlled the air current, rising nearly six zhang high before falling.

As he ascended to the top, his vision became extremely wide, and his figure rotated, looking around to get a general idea of the surrounding terrain.

It was a wilderness, and there were no obvious villages for miles around, but there was a tea shed.

The tea shed is located next to the only relatively spacious and flat dirt road, and in the corner of the shed, there is a faint smoke of cooking, curling up, and two horses are tied to the door.

"That's probably what happened there."

Su Hanshan fell into the forest, identified the direction, and walked there.

But just as he was walking through the woods, he suddenly noticed that there was a large boulder in the woods, and the soil seemed to have been turned over.

Su Hanshan's figure turned, swept there, and carefully observed around the boulder.

This boulder, which was supposed to sink a few inches into the soil, was lifted up and put down again, and the part that sank into the ground was not as deep as before, so the root of the boulder could be clearly seen to have a different hue from the upper part.

The people who moved the boulders also deliberately sprinkled some more dead leaves around them to cover up this color difference.

It had just rained not long ago, and the dead leaves that had been scattered were fluffier than the normal accumulated dead leaves in the forest.

When Su Hanshan squatted down, he seemed to smell some blood from under the stone roots.

His face moved slightly, his right palm was wrapped in internal force, and his five fingers were used to pierce into the boulder, and with one arm raised, he grabbed the stone.

Under the stones, there was a corpse with gray hair, limbs folded backwards, neck abnormally crooked to the side, body was pressed to some deformation, looking at skin wrinkles, calluses, old scars, etc., like an old farmer.

But looking at the bruises on his neck, it was clear that someone had broken his bones with his bare hands, and the force of his hand was fierce and his kung fu was not shallow.

There is a master of this kind of kung fu, why would he kill an old farmer, and after killing, he specially hid the corpse.

And he had no coat on his body, only an old yellowed lining, and even his shoes and socks were taken off......

Su Hanshan immediately thought of the tea shed at the foot of the mountain and the two horses that should belong to the guests.

He put the boulder aside, and with a flicker, he descended the mountain at full speed.

In the tea shed at the foot of the mountain, the owner of the tea shed, who was hunched on his back, was picking up a bowl of salt-boiled bamboo shoots from the pot, turning around and carrying a pot of tea, and walking towards the guests.

There were two guests, one old and one young, who had just taken off their robes and hats, shook off the rain, and sat down.

Seeing the hot tea coming, the young man hurriedly got up and took it, divided two bowls, and poured the tea.

"Uncle Zhang, after such a long time, when I was sweating, I suddenly encountered a rain, and it was easy to catch the wind cold, drink some hot tea and warm up your body."

The old man known as Uncle Zhang, with silver hair, although his body was clothed, he was also very neat, his ten fingers were slender and clean, his face was quite ruddy, and he just smiled when he heard the words.

"I'm not that bad."

He took the tea bowl and blew it, took two sips, and said, "This tea tastes refreshing." ”

The owner of the tea shed smiled: "It's all broken tea, although it's not worth a few dollars, it can quench your thirst, and the two guest officers taste this bamboo shoot." ”

The young man only cared about drinking tea, and drank another bowl after another, and had little interest in bamboo shoots.

Uncle Zhang took a pair of chopsticks and said lightly: "The aroma of this bamboo shoot is a little unique." ”

The wrinkled face of the tea shack owner showed a look of surprise: "The guest officer's nose is really smart, and he felt it before he entered his mouth." ”

"This bamboo shoot piece can be regarded as a unique skill that the old man figured out by himself."

The owner of the tea shed said with a smile, "Don't look at just salt, water and bamboo shoots, in fact, it is mixed with the juice of a wild vegetable, and the bamboo shoots are not a little astringent in the mouth after cooking, they are sweet and crisp and tender, and they can best taste the aroma of bamboo shoots." ”

Uncle Zhang was interested: "Then I want to taste it." ”

"Wait!"

A figure suddenly appeared outside the tea shed, and he shouted.

The three people in the tea shed were all startled and turned their heads to look.

Who? It's so fast!

Su Hanshan walked into the tea shed and could tell at a glance which two were guests and which one was the "tea shed owner".

The owner of the tea shed, from his clothes and appearance, and his gait, are all alive and well, and he is an old man who sells tea in a shed after being busy with farming.

But Su Hanshan had seen the corpse on the mountain, and when he looked at this person again, he obviously saw the flaws.

This man was wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and it turned out that the old man on the mountain had no shoes and socks to speak of, and although he was not barefoot when he was born, he only had a pair of straw sandals.

And the owner of the tea shed in front of him, judging from the thickness of his ankles, his feet in straw sandals should be quite aggrieved, and I am afraid that he used some means such as bone shrinking skills to be able to wear them.

"Guest, you are ......"

The owner of the tea shed took the initiative to come over.

Su Hanshan waited for him to get closer, and suddenly grabbed him in the face.

This grasp is extremely abrupt, and the five fingers are open, and the fingertips seem to be close to the human eyeballs.

The tea shed owner's eyes changed suddenly, his feet kicked, his body was as fast as a sharp arrow, flew out upside down, swept past all the tables and stools, and turned over and landed on the other side of the tea shed.

Su Hanshan's hand was just to force him to show up, and when he saw him escape, he said indifferently: "It turns out that an old man who sells tea in the mountains also has such good skills. ”

When the young man and Uncle Zhang saw this situation, how could they not understand.

The young man, in particular, looked rather ugly, and raised his hand to hold down his stomach.

"Don't worry, it's definitely okay in the tea."

Uncle Zhang's face was gloomy, he sighed, and put down his chopsticks, "It's just this bamboo shoot, I really almost fell for him." ”

"Hahaha, who dares to poison the tea in front of the divine doctor Zhang Shuwei? Only with the excuse of wild bamboo shoots and local vegetable juice can you be fooled! ”

The owner of the tea shed stood up straight, the straw sandals under his feet collapsed, revealing a pair of big feet, his chest was open, his coat was also cracked, his voice became loud and thick, his eyes swept the two guests, and he stared at Su Hanshan.

"I didn't expect to hide it from the old rivers and lakes, but I was ruined by a stinky boy."

"Look at your age, this skill, you are also the person sent out by Lin'an Mansion to find Old Man Zhang."

"Is it the old thing who still refuses to die in his eighties, Shi Miyuan, or is it the emperor's man?"