"Just now, Yan'er was attacked by the people of Ling Jian Sect, this should be what happened later, it's just that I don't know when it happened, if I can know, it would be good, in this case......" Dong Bufan's face showed a sly smile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking of this, Dong Bufan quickly returned to the cave and put the wooden figure on the stone platform again.

Then, Dong Bufan hurriedly rumored to Yan'er, "Yan'er, what time is it now, and how many people are coming from Ling Jianzong?"

"Young master, what did you say? Didn't you just finish asking me?"

Yan'er's voice full of doubts sounded in his mind: "What Ling Jian Sect, the people of Ling Jian Sect, they don't know that we are here!"

Dong Bufan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked again, "How long has it been since I came in?"

"It's been more than half an hour. Yan'er responded.

Dong Bufan looked at the wooden figure on the stone platform again, and said in a daze: "Could it be that as soon as I pick it up, the time here will return to normal, even if I put it back, it will be useless?"

Dong Bufan now feels that one head and two big, this wooden man is too weird, he has too many things to understand.

"No matter, such a strange treasure, see if you can recognize the Lord, if you can recognize the Lord, then it will be good. Dong Bufan showed a smile on his face again.

Then, Dong Bufan picked up the wooden man again and began to try to recognize the master.

Time passed slowly, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Dong Bufan looked at the wooden figure in his hand helplessly.

In this hour, Dong Bufan used all the methods he could.

Dripping blood to recognize the master, refining the aura, spitting saliva, holding it in his arms, etc., and even, Dong Bufan also forced out some sweat and let it drip on it, it can be said that Dong Bufan used all the means he could use, but this wooden man didn't react at all, as if he was an ordinary wooden man.

"Big brother, how can I make you recognize the Lord?" Dong Bufan's face was full of depression, and he said to the wooden man.

This feeling is the same as when he first got the Yan Ying Sword, although the Yan Ying Sword is in his hand, but he can't drive it.

Even, there is nothing more than that, after all, this wooden man, I am afraid that the value of this wooden man is not known how many times higher than the value of the Yan Ying Sword.

It's like, he sits on a mountain of gold and silver, but this mountain of gold and silver is a whole mountain, and he can't knock it down a little, and he can't move this mountain of gold and silver, he can only look at it, but he can't use it.

With helplessness, Dong Bufan put the wooden figure into the storage bag.

However, the moment he put it in the storage bag, there was a slight change on the face of the wooden man, and a strange smile flashed.

In the tunnel, there was no longer that eerie darkness, and everything was back to normal.

After a few breaths, Dong Bufan returned to the attic.

After all, this tunnel is only more than 100 meters long, so it won't take much time at all.

Yan'er watched Dong Bufan come out, and asked with a concerned face, "Young Master, are you okay?"

Dong Bufan said with a depressed face: "It's okay, it's just a little depressed." ”

While speaking, Dong Bufan took out the wooden figure, handed it to Yan'er, and said: "This thing is definitely an indescribable treasure, with the effect of confusing time, but I can't make it recognize the master, let alone drive it." ”

As soon as he remembered that he had such an ungodly thing in his hand, but he couldn't use it, Dong Bufan's heart was full of depression, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Yan'er took it over, looked at it carefully, and handed it back, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Young master, I can't see any clues, otherwise, let's go and ask the people in the Hidden Soldier Valley, maybe we can learn something from their mouths." ”

"Makes sense. Dong Bufan nodded in agreement, then put away the wooden figure and followed Yan'er out to the outside.

The people of the Tibetan Soldier Valley are now worshiping Dong Bufan as a god, and when they heard that Dong Bufan had something to ask them, what was there to hesitate about, men, women and children, no matter who it was, all put down their farm work and arrived here.

Dong Bufan looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone, Poor Dao actually doesn't have anything to ask you, Poor Dao just wants to ask you about the history of the Tibetan Soldier Valley. ”

Regarding the matter of the wooden man, no matter who it is, Dong Bufan can't say it.

Man is innocent, but he understands this truth!

Such a treasure, once it is leaked, I am afraid that what awaits him will be endless trouble.

As for Yan'er knowing, Dong Bufan didn't care in the slightest.

In his eyes, Yan'er is him, he is Yan'er, and he can completely trust Yan'er, and this trust even exceeds his trust in himself.

Between him and Yan'er, not only because of the existence of Daoyin, the relationship forcibly established, but also a kind of 'love' exists in it, but this person and ghost have not pierced the thin layer of window paper.

Hearing Dong Bufan's words, everyone began to speak with a smile on their faces.

After a while, Dong Bufan's brows furrowed slightly, and everyone's answers were undoubtedly about the things after the establishment of the Tibetan Soldier Sect here, as for the previous things, none of them said it.

The only thing that can make Dong Bufan certain is that this Tibetan Soldier Valley existed before the Tibetan Soldier Sect, and the Tibetan Soldier Sect was named the Tibetan Soldier Sect with the help of the name of the Tibetan Soldier Valley.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man had not spoken, and suddenly, at this time, his face showed a look of sudden realization, and said: "I remember, when I was a child, my grandfather told me about the origin of the name of this Tibetan Soldier Valley. ”

"Say it quickly. Dong Bufan's gaze fell directly on the middle-aged man, and his eyes bloomed.

The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly and said: "Immortal, my name is Zhao He, I have lived in Zhaojia Village for generations, and Zhaojia Village is very close to the Tibetan Soldier Valley. ”

"Hmm. Dong Bufan nodded heavily and said, "Go on." ”

"No ......," the middle-aged man said with embarrassment on his face.

"Gone?" Dong Bufan was directly stunned.

After a while, Dong Bufan reacted, smiled bitterly, and nodded slowly.

In fact, before asking these people, Dong Bufan didn't plan to ask anything from their mouths in his heart, after all, they are all secular people, and it is normal not to know.

After a pause, Dong Bufan thought for a moment and said, "Everyone, I have troubled you this time, and in addition, there is one more thing to trouble you." ”