Yi Heng thought that he would wait for a long time, after all, the old man's tears also fell, and he must have remembered something emotional.

But after only a few breaths, the old man laughed at him and said:

"Haha, nobleman, only when you meet a nobleman, there will be such a thing, I have been fishing for forty years, and today is the first time I have seen it. “

I didn't think that just one fish would make this old man happy and regard him as a nobleman.

The old man lifted the fish basket, no longer feared him, jumped to the shore, and as soon as he stood firm, he made a great salute to him, and said:

"If you don't dislike it, then go and sit in the humble house in front of you!"

Yi Heng couldn't wait to find out where this place was as soon as possible, and immediately said with great joy: "Then it's bothered!"

"Why does my husband think I'm a nobleman?"

The old man was in a good mood, and his rickety body gradually straightened, and led him through the reeds, and stepped onto the path, heading south.

"Although I am ignorant and have not seen much, I have never left here for dozens of miles since I was a child, but I have also heard that only when I meet noble people can there be such strange things, haha!"

"Then why was my husband a little afraid of me at first?"

"The nobles are strangely dressed, but at a glance it can be seen that they are not owned by ordinary people, and my only son died at the hands of the rich and noble...... evil young man. “

"So old man, do you think I'm also a wicked young man from a rich family?"

Yi Heng didn't expect to be so misunderstood.

He has always thought that he looks upright and kind, although his face used to be full of scars, but now this cultivation has already covered up the scars, and it is very different from that kind of evil image, let alone Lixu?

He asked curiously, and he didn't think to really dig into it, or even stand up for him.

When he teleported here, he had explained that he could not use the power of mana as a monk to interfere with the mortal world here.

If the earth is an era that you are familiar with, you have to worry about it, should you change some injustices in history?

But now since it's not familiar at all, it's just right, no need to dwell on it, just listen.

Therefore, the path of an hour is full of old men who regard him as nobles constantly talking, and he listens quietly.

I didn't interject, and I didn't even think about interfering.

It's just that the old man will talk about his son, his wife, and the unfairness of the world, and from his information, he doesn't even know where this place is and when it is.

Fortunately, since he was determined to only be a listener, he naturally did not interject much, and the old man continued to nag and walked forward.

"Soon, it's just ahead, it should be too late!" he looked up at the front with an excited voice from the old man.

Divine consciousness is naturally too lazy to use, and there is a lack of spiritual energy here, so if you can save nature, you should try to save as much as possible.

In my eyes, I saw a village and town appear on the ground level.

It is said that it is a village or town, but it is better to say that it is a village where dozens of families gather together.

It's just that at the entrance to the village, there is a wide dirt road that leads into the distance.

As you can imagine, once the rainstorm falls, the dirt avenue will become muddy and slippery, and it will not function as a thoroughfare at all.

At this time, they walked towards the entrance of the village from the side, four or five miles away, even if the old man was excited, accelerated his speed, and walked nearly a stick of incense.

When he stepped on the avenue, the old man carried the fish basket in front of him, looked at the carp occasionally struggling in the fish basket with joy, and said excitedly: "Here, it's up to you!"

Yi Heng followed behind him and withdrew his eyes from looking into the distance of the avenue.

He counted the time in his heart, and when he fell from the sky, the pair of soldiers came towards the village.

If they follow their speed, they should be able to get here in more than half an hour, could it be that the saint mentioned by this old man is the one who is embraced by the soldiers?

At that time, he was in the sky, and he didn't pay attention, but now he reacted, and the group of soldiers was obviously escorting a person.

"By me, old man, what is it called by me, and what is the name of this place will be up to me?"

He came back to his senses, listened to the old man's chatter on the road for more than an hour, and thought that he would not be afraid of him anymore when he spoke like this, so he joked casually.

After hearing this, the old man was slightly stunned, then reacted and laughed: "Ahh “

"Word monument?" Yi Heng finally reacted, maybe he had misunderstood, so he looked at the place pointed by the old man's left hand, and sure enough, there was a stone like a boundary monument standing at the entrance of the village.

It's just that this stone is like a chaotic stone in the mountains, just swept by at a random glance, how did you know that it would be the name of this village?

When I looked closely, I saw an irregular stone three or four feet tall and four or five feet wide, with two big characters engraved on the front.

It's just that these two characters are not familiar to me, they are crooked, and they look like they are randomly carved on them.

And finger-sized strokes, I don't know how many years have passed, and some of the mud will partially cover up.

He walked past the old man and towards the stone.

"How's it going? But you recognize it?"

The old man asked behind him, obviously he didn't know how to read, but he heard that this was a word tablet, and now he saw that Yi Heng couldn't recognize it, so he was a little anxious.

Yi Heng didn't reply, as if he wasn't in a hurry, and walked slowly towards the stone step by step.

But if you look at the way his eyelids are constantly trembling, you can see that his mood at this time is definitely not as steady as his steps.

Although he was not familiar with it, and although he was partially covered by the mud and could not recognize these two words, he had already recalled this painting.

In the last life, the study of the Book of Changes was naturally less than the ancient books, and all kinds of fonts were understood.

If his memory is correct, this font can be regarded as the earliest font he has studied.

"Oracle!" he exclaimed in his heart, the oracle appeared in the Yin Shang period, or earlier.

But what does it mean that the text on the inscription is still an oracle bone inscription?

He leaned into the stele step by step, waited in front of the stele, slowly squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and slowly touched the stele.

The moment he touched the word tablet, a piercing chill spread from the stone to the palm of his hand, and immediately spread from his right hand to his whole body, making his beating and eager heart instantly cold.

It's not just the cold, it's the ancient desolation!

Of course, maybe only he can feel this feeling.

The index finger of the right hand follows the strokes of the handwriting on the stone, one stroke, one stroke, from beginning to end, wiping all the dust and mud.

The handwriting in his eyes was complete, and his squatting body shook suddenly, and he whispered: "You!"

Although his voice was small, the old man who had been paying attention to him behind him had also heard it, and said with a slight smugness: "Look, I didn't lie to you, it's really up to you!"

He couldn't listen to the old man's shouts.

The mind is tumbling rapidly, and the memories that are far away are constantly turning over and leaving them behind.

Suddenly, a look of pain appeared in his eyes, and with a slight push of the stone with his right hand, his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The old man was looking at his back proudly, there were very few outsiders he could see in his life, and there was no one who could meet outsiders and have the opportunity to accurately say the name of his village.

But suddenly, the blue flashed, and a figure stood in front of him, his eyes shot a dazzling essence, and he asked sharply, "Who is the saint in your mouth?"

The old man was taken aback, and couldn't help but take four or five steps back, but who knew that the cyan figure did not move his steps, but he could follow him closely.

If he hadn't leaned back all the time, he would have been brought to his face by that slightly hideous face.

The old man was frightened and frightened, and he could not speak for a while.

Yi Heng reacted at this time, and took the initiative to take two steps back, but the essence shot from his eyes still did not disappear, staring straight at the old man, afraid that he would open his mouth to say a person's name.

The old man saw him retreat, but his eyes still seemed to shoot into his heart, and he couldn't help but answer, "I don't know who the saint is!"

"You don't know, if you don't know why you went fishing early in the morning, just to give it to the saint?" Yi Heng naturally didn't believe it at all.

"I've heard of it!"

"I heard?"

"Exactly, I heard!"

He didn't believe it, but suddenly thought that the simplicity of the folk customs at this time was not something he could expect, so he forcibly endured his dissatisfaction and continued to ask:

"Who's listening?"

"There was a man in the city who went out and returned, and said that in the land under the jurisdiction of the saints, the officials and the people were of one heart, and they did not kill or kill, nor left the road behind, nor closed their doors at night, and they were ....... “