Out of Dengzhou to the north and into Leizhou, and a hundred miles further south, you can reach the Tianshan Sword Sect.

At the junction of Dengzhou and Leizhou, there is a village called Yin Village.

Outside the hidden village, there is a forest of steles.

On the stele in the stele forest, the reverse side is engraved with the deeds and merits of the stele owner during his lifetime, and the front side is engraved with what the stele owner has learned all his life, leaving it for future generations for reference.

The formation of the hidden village and the stele forest is no longer verifiable, and I don't know where to start.

Anyway, there are many masters in the hidden village, most of them are some capable people who have reached the age of antiquity, so they come here to live in seclusion, so they have the title of hidden village.

Zhang Xiaoluo also heard Mr. Jiaoshu mention the hidden village and the stele forest, so he wanted to take this opportunity to visit the hidden village.

Of course, what he cares more about is the stele forest.

Since ancient times, I don't know how many masters have carved their stunts on stone tablets, and maybe they can find some way to improve their physique.

Zhang Xiaoluo inquired all the way to Yin Village.

When we arrived at the hidden village, it was already approaching evening, and it was almost dark in the evening of November.

From a distance, all the lights in the hidden village are lit, and there is a bonfire at the entrance of the village, and the figures are building, as if some grand event is being held.

"Uncle, are you holding a bonfire party?" Zhang Xiaoluo asked an old man at the entrance of the village.

"Yes, Lao Dezi left this afternoon, and we are cheering for him. The old man looked very friendly and answered Zhang Xiaoluo's question with a smile.

Zhang Xiaoluo was stunned for a moment, and reacted to what was going on, it turned out that someone had passed away.

But why are they so happy when someone dies?

"Young man, we are happy and mourning, and the old man is dying, which is a gift from God. The old man seemed to see the doubts in Zhang Xiaoluo's heart, and added.

"I see, thank you, uncle. Zhang Xiaoluo thanked him.

"Is there a place to stay in the village?" Zhang Xiaoluo asked again.

"Go to my house and live as you please. The old man said.

"That's a nuisance. Zhang Xiaoluo secretly hid a trace of vigilance and agreed to the old man's invitation.

After the bonfire party, Zhang Xiaoluo went home with the old man.

The old man's name is He Zhenghua, and he used to be a famous blacksmith in a certain place, good at making weapons, but later due to policy changes, the imperial court did not allow private blacksmith shops to make weapons, so he changed to make agricultural tools.

After coming to Yincun, He Zhenghua has been engaged in the construction of stone monuments, anyway, it is all hard work, but he also does it.

In Yincun, the most important thing is the stele business, so He Zhenghua's annual income is very good.

But at their age, the amount of money is useless to them.

The people who can come to Yin Village are all people who have seen through the red dust and are waiting to drive the crane west.

He Zhenghua's home is in the northeast corner of Yin Village, a wooden house with a small courtyard, which is very simple, but the interior furniture is very warm, making people feel at home.

After arriving home, He Zhenghua pulled Zhang Xiaoluo to sit down in front of the Eight Immortals Table and poured him a cup of tea.

The two chatted.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhang Xiaoluo opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle He, where is our stele forest?"

He Zhenghua seemed to have been waiting for Zhang Xiaoluo's words for a long time, and said: "Ten out of ten people who came to Yin Village were all going to the stele forest. ”

"However, if you want to go to the Forest of Steles, it is not so easy. He Zhenghua glanced at Zhang Xiaoluo meaningfully.

"The seniors of the Hidden Village, will stop me?" Zhang Xiaoluo asked.

"That's not it, the matter of the stele forest, the hidden village doesn't care. He Zhenghua shook his head.

"That's?" Zhang Xiaoluo was very strange, so where did the resistance come from?

"What realm is your cultivation?" He Zhenghua asked.

"It's barely a first-class enlightenment realm. Zhang Xiaoluo said.

Although the Yipin Enlightenment Realm is already considered a monk, it is only the lowest level of the monks, and it is really not a master.

"This bit of strength, you can't get in. ”

He Zhenghua said, blooming with the momentum on his body.

"One product to reach the realm?" Zhang Xiaoluo was surprised, the inconspicuous old man in front of him, He Zhenghua, turned out to be a master of the first product of the third grade!

"With my strength, it is reluctant to enter the stele forest, if you want to enter the stele forest, you must at least have the strength of the third grade. He Zhenghua said.

Zhang Xiaoluo gasped, didn't that mean that it was impossible for him to enter the Forest of Steles?

He deliberately detoured more than 30 miles, is this blind in vain?

"However, there are other ways to get in. He Zhenghua said again.

"Uncle He, what else can I do?" I hope to tell you, I am grateful!" Zhang Xiaoluo got up and bowed solemnly.

"Chance, when the opportunity comes, there will naturally be a chance to go in. He Zhenghua said.

Zhang Xiaoluo was stunned for a moment, and sighed in his heart, isn't this equivalent to saying it in vain?

He Zhenghua's meaning was to let him wait outside the stele forest, and wait for some possible opportunity to appear before he could enter.

He Zhenghua and Zhang Xiaoluo chatted for a while, and then went to sleep separately.

He Zhenghua gave up the master bedroom to Zhang Xiaoluo and went to sleep in the firewood room next door, which made Zhang Xiaoluo a little embarrassed, and refused several times, but he still couldn't resist He Zhenghua.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaoluo was woken up by the tempting aroma of porridge, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the table of the Eight Immortals was full of side dishes and white porridge.

After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by He Zhenghua, Zhang Xiaoluo got up to say goodbye, he planned to go to the Forest of Steles to try his luck.

What if, the kind of opportunity He Zhenghua said happened to be encountered by himself?

Before leaving, Zhang Xiaoluo secretly put some broken silver on the lid of the water tank at the door.

After all, you can't eat for nothing.

After walking a few steps out, He Zhenghua chased after him again and gave Zhang Xiaoluo a small bag of things.

"Here are some dry food, keep it for the road to eat. He Zhenghua said.

After Zhang Xiaoluo excused himself, he still accepted it, such an enthusiastic old man is really rare.

The stele forest is twenty miles outside the hidden village, and within half an hour, Zhang Xiaoluo came to the entrance of the stele forest.

The entrance to the stele forest is unpretentious, separated by several fences, leaving a gate in the middle for two people to pass side by side.

Zhang Xiaoluo is a little strange, can't get in?

Zhang Xiaoluo hesitated for a moment, then took a step and walked inside.

However, his body had just passed through the door when it was bounced out with a huge force.

Something seemed to be repelling him!

Zhang Xiaoluo was slightly surprised, it seems that He Zhenghua is right, he has no strength, and he can't get in at all.

Next, Zhang Xiaoluo tried many more times, but each time, he was bounced back.

Fortunately, this huge force that repels Zhang Xiaoluo does not hurt people, otherwise he would have been abolished a long time ago.

That's impossible, Zhang Xiaoluo originally came to the stele forest, how can there be a reason to give up easily.

So, Zhang Xiaoluo sat cross-legged and waited for the so-called opportunity to come.

After noon, Zhang Xiaoluo was slightly hungry, took out the dry food prepared by He Zhenghua, opened the oil paper wrapped in the dry food, but found that there were still some broken silver in it.

Zhang Xiaoluo was slightly stunned, isn't this the broken silver he put on the lid of the water tank?

He Zhenghua, the old man......

Zhang Xiaoluo felt a little warm in his heart, took out the broken silver and put it away, and ate dry food.

After eating the dry food, he tried to forcibly "punch the card", however, he was ruthlessly turned away.

In this way, Zhang Xiaoluo stayed for another afternoon, until the evening, he tried a few more times, but still couldn't get in.

Once people are unwilling, they will not give up easily, sometimes it is like being addicted, so Zhang Xiaoluo stays for three days!

Three days later, the dry food was also eaten, and Zhang Xiaoluo had to get up and go around to find some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger.

He hasn't reached such a high level yet, he can go days without eating by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and he is just an ordinary man.

Fortunately, there are a lot of wild fruits around, which solves his food and clothing problem.

After eating, Zhang Xiaoluo continued to hold at the entrance of the stele forest, he didn't believe that he couldn't wait for the opportunity to come.

This bar, another three days, Zhang Xiaoluo frowned slightly, feeling that there was no point in waiting any longer, and it was time to delay him to go to the Tianshan Sword Sect.

So, Zhang Xiaoluo got up and prepared to leave.

After taking three steps out, Zhang Xiaoluo turned back suddenly, however, no fart happened.

After walking a few more steps, Zhang Xiaoluo hid behind a big tree and quietly stared at the entrance of the stele forest.

"Isn't this scientific, didn't Mr. Sun say that chance will appear when you are about to give up?"

"Shouldn't it be, the moment I turned around and left, the opportunity came, and I entered the Forest of Steles to get a way to improve my physique?"

Zhang Xiaoluo touched his head a little strangely, could it be that what Mr. Teaching said was a lie?

No, he has no grievances with Mr. Teach, and Mr. Teaching has no reason to lie to himself.

"Well, that's it, I'll come back next time I have time. Zhang Xiaoluo sighed, and finally turned to leave.

He is not like the protagonist in the story, shrouded in halo and unlucky.

However, Zhang Xiaoluo, who was about to leave, found that something was wrong the more he walked, he seemed to be lost in this small forest!

Zhang Xiaoluo looked vigilant, didn't he fall into the trap of some little demon?

"It's time to find a weapon to get your hands on. ”

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at his empty hands, walking the rivers and lakes, how can he do without a weapon?

However, when you arrive at the Tianshan Sword Sect and become a disciple of the Sword Sect, you should be able to issue swords in the sect, right?

However, he doesn't seem to like to play with swords very much, because he thinks that people who play swords are more good at playing "cheap", which is a long story, mainly because he was cheated by a cheap old man who played swords.

Suddenly the fog began in the woods, and it grew thicker and thicker, until the fingers could not be reached.

Zhang Xiaoluo leaned against a big tree with his back and didn't dare to act rashly, wanting to see who the monster was harming here.

However, not long after the fog lifted, it slowly cleared again, and the vision gradually returned to clear.

"That's ......"

Zhang Xiaoluo's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw that after the fog dissipated, there were stone tablets standing not far away.

He seems to have come to the stele forest!

"What is this?" Zhang Xiaoluo was slightly surprised.

The protagonist's aura, in the end, still envelops him?

So, he successfully got the opportunity to enter this stele forest?