"What happened to the rest of the day? Did the woman get eaten by the strange worms?" the crowd asked.

"How dare I keep watching, I have to close the door and hide at home, if I am seen, then I will lose my life. ”

The crowd was full of discussions, but they were all random speculations, and few people could see what was going on.

However, at this time, a farmer suddenly patted his head, as if he had thought of something.

"I remembered one thing, a while ago, several coffin bearers in the neighboring village said that they had encountered a strange thing in Yizhuang, saying that one of the coffins was inexplicably hot, which frightened them. ”

"They didn't dare to enter Yizhuang, and they didn't want to go back empty-handed, saying that they were going to wait for the immortal cultivators who knew magic to come and take a look. As a result, since then, there has been no trace of them. ”

When everyone heard this, they put all their attention on the coffin, not just them, He Yinuo and Ding Huai's attention was also attracted by this words, especially the hot coffin.

And if this is true, then they can be sure that the corpse boy has indeed appeared here.

As for the man and woman who controlled the strange insects in their mouths, they couldn't speculate too much, but judging from the scene described by the woman, especially the green strange mist, they knew that this must have something to do with the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

And at this moment, the border guards of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate seemed to have found out what was happening here, they no longer stayed, and left Yizhuang together, and the direction they were moving was the Lotus Sect!

The two of them looked at the direction in which these people were leaving, hesitated in their hearts, and thought: The direction in which these people are moving is the Lotus Sect, do they know that all this is related to the Lotus Sect?

It's just that just when the two of them were confused, an old voice suddenly came from beside them.

"The old man has lived in the village for nearly a hundred years, but he has never seen the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate make such a big move. The Lotus Sect and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect have always been well water and do not interfere with river water, but they don't want to think about how the Lotus Sect offended the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate!"

The two of them changed their faces, and then they both looked behind them. The place where the voice came from was an old man with gray sideburns.

He was dressed plainly, his face was old, and his silver-white beard hung down to his chest. It is the vicissitudes of life after the precipitation of the years, and it is a kind of composure and calmness accumulated over time.

At this moment, the old man was facing away from him, leading a scalper, and walked forward slowly.

He Yinuo and Ding Huai glanced at each other, they had already used cultivation to investigate, and the other party was a real mortal old man, but this courage and experience made them admire.

It is difficult for mortals to come into contact with the cultivation realm, but he knows the rights and wrongs of the sects in this closed continent very well, so it can be seen that there must be something extraordinary.

Perhaps out of curiosity or out of respect, they came to the old man's side and said politely, "Old man, do you know anything about the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Lotus Sect?"

When the old man heard this, he stopped his staggering steps, put one hand on the back of the ox, and waved the other hand slowly, and replied: "Old decay is just hearsay, how can this matter of the cultivation realm be known to me as a mortal." ”

And as he spoke, he didn't turn his head to look at them, just caressing the scalper, for him, this one might mean everything.

When Ding Huai heard this, he felt that the other party was indeed an ordinary old man, and he didn't take it to heart, he wanted to call He Yinuo away.

It's just that He Yinuo raised his hand and motioned for him to wait for a while, Ding Huai didn't object when he saw this, but said with a little doubt: "Brother Tianjiao, he is just an ordinary person, he must have heard all about this, and he can't ask anything from him." ”

However, He Yinuo didn't care, he still looked at the old man, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, because in his opinion, although the old man had a side face, he was already a little familiar.

"Old man, I paid a lot of money to buy your scalper, are you willing?" He Yinuo suddenly asked, his words were extremely abrupt, and even Ding Huai on the side was stunned.

When the old man heard this, his whole body trembled, as if he was frightened by his words, and then turned his head to look at He Yinuo.

"Is that you?"

He Yinuo's face moved, and he said in a strange tone.

The old man looked at He Yinuo with a hint of essence flashing in his eyes, but he replied with a blank face: "The old man grew up in the village since he was a child, and he has never left the village, and there is no one else except the people in the village, but I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

He Yinuo didn't seem to care, but turned to Ding Huai and said: "Brother Ding, now that the corpse puppet has disappeared inexplicably, and the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect have gone to the Lotus Sect one after another, there must be clues involving the corpse puppet, so you go back to the sect first, and I will arrive later." ”

Ding Huai understood what he meant, and simply said: "You act carefully, if there is news, you and I will secretly contact you." Then he left this place and headed in the direction of the Lotus Sect.

"Now that there are no outsiders, can't you still remember me, prophet!" He Yinuo's words revealed a strange tone.

A thousand years ago, he met a strange man on the Xianchen Continent, who once predicted the future for him, and informed him of the fateful catastrophe to guide him.

At that time, he didn't know that many years later, he knew that there was a race in this world that could predict the future, and they were the sage clan among the immortal clans, as noble as the dragon clan and the phoenix clan, and they were called: prophets.

However, unlike the other two races, it is rumored that the Prophet clan was wiped out tens of thousands of years ago, and the survivors are scattered in all corners of the two realms, and no one knows how many Prophets still exist.

He Yinuo did not know his name, so he called him a prophet. In the illusory space of the surrounding city created by the mirage, the Prophet he met also belonged to a prophet.

Prophets and cultivators are also divided into high and low, but unlike monks, the criterion for dividing the strength of a prophet is the degree of peeping into the future, and how to predict the future development in the midst of variables.

"Forgive the old man for being clumsy, the old man has never met Your Excellency, how can you think of who Your Excellency is?" Although the old man's face has experienced vicissitudes, his complexion is excellent, and his expression is full of brilliance, but he is still adamant, he doesn't know He Yinuo.

He Yinuo showed a look of disappointment on his face, but he didn't continue to ask, but let out a sigh: "The end of the world, never far, I have been adrift all my life, I thought I could meet old friends in another country, but I didn't want to be happy." There are many disturbances in the bottom, please don't blame!"

Subsequently, he did not want to stop any longer, but planned to return to the Lotus Sect and explore the secrets of the corpse puppet with Ding Huai.

Just as he was about to step into the air and leave, the old man's words came from behind him again.

"Your Excellency comes and goes in a hurry, why not leave yourself some time, to enjoy life quietly, taste life, even if it is a cup of tea, you may be able to get an extraordinary life epiphany. ”

He Yinuo stopped, let out a long sigh, and then turned to look at the old man, with a faint smile on his face, and replied meaningfully: "It's just that in this poor country, there is no teahouse, how can you sit down quietly?"

When the old man heard this, a smile also appeared on his old face, "The old man has a few pots of good tea, but the humble house is simple and difficult to get into the eyes of the law, and if your Excellency doesn't dislike it, why don't you go to the cold house with the old man and drink and chat?"

He Yinuo still had a smile on his face, he didn't shirk, only replied lightly: "Old man, please!"

"Please!"

Then the two of them walked together towards the depths of the village.

The old man was old and frail, his steps were faltering, but the distance was less than a mile but he had walked for half a pillar of incense, He Yinuo was not in a hurry, let alone urging, but helped him lead the ox and walk slowly together.

After half a pillar of incense, they came to a very simple hut, no bricks and tiles were all made of mud, only a thick layer of haystack was laid on the top, and in the house there was only a bed and a stove, which was extremely shabby.

However, in this extremely simple hut, there is a very "unflowing" tea set, the teapot and tea cup are made of celadon firing, and some landscape pictures are depicted on it, which is fresh and chic.

From He Yinuo's vision, it can be seen that this set of tea sets is extraordinary, if from the perspective of ordinary people, these are absolutely priceless treasures, and these rare treasures are not stolen in the hands of an old man, which naturally has some special reason.

"On weekdays, there is only one person living in this house, so there is no extra hot water, and it is all freshly boiled and drunk, so I can only trouble Your Excellency to wait for the old man. ”

The old man picked up the teapot and put it on the fire, and in the cold winter, there was a burst of warmth.

"It's okay, since you want to drink good tea, how can you care about this moment of waiting, but it's troublesome for you, old man. ”

The old man waved his hand, smiled, and said in an old voice: "Your Excellency does not dislike the simplicity of the humble house, and has already given the old man face. Besides, I'm the only one on weekdays, and I'm cold, but now I'm a little more angry. ”

The fire was blazing, and after a few moments, the sound of boiling water began to be heard in the teapot. The big ox tied to the door was eating the dead grass, quiet, and everything seemed so peaceful.

He Yinuo sat down, but he began to like this place a little.

"Old man, you've always lived here?"

"The old man has no children and no daughters, and he has always lived alone in such a place. ”

The old man suddenly let out a wry smile, and then the old man's voice revealed a trace of helplessness: "Hehehe, alas, it's been a hundred and eighty years, but I can't remember how long it was." ”

For a while, the two of them fell into silence at the same time, the years were ruthless, like a shuttle like an arrow, in this simple house, there was no doubt, and in the sigh, only this dusty tea cup resisted the changes of the years.

After a long time, He Yinuo said abruptly: "Old man, have you ever thought about walking out of this village and looking at the outside world, you have seen more, maybe your mood will also change." ”

When the old man heard this, he sighed, and then looked out the door, and at some point, snowflakes began to float outside, flying wildly, beautifully, but adding a little chill.

"Lao Yi lives here, and he doesn't ask for anything. This village, and the land nearby, could provide me with everything I needed, a life of peace and security, food and clothing, and why should I leave such a comfortable place to wander outside? ”

PS: Start brainstorming in the next chapter!