Zhuang Bufan looked at this desert, if it weren't for the guidance of the night owl dead wood, he probably wouldn't even know where to go.

As for looking for the relics of the former Qin, it is even more of a fool's dream.

However, it is better to go to the nearby village first.

Not long after, he saw a village in front of him, which finally made Zhuang Bufan's heart relax for a while.

Walking into the village, there are all kinds of houses of different heights, and in the center of the village, there is a blue lake, surrounded by green trees, in this desert area, it is an oasis.

Looking at such a beautiful scenery, Zhuang Bufan's eyes couldn't help but stop a little longer.

In addition, the pedestrians who were walking and stopping on the street, and when they saw him, a foreigner, they all stopped and looked at him curiously.

Among them, there was a strong man who had the courage to come to Zhuang Bufan and asked, "Who are you?"

It was a somewhat awkward Qin language, not a mainland language that Zhuang Bufan was familiar with, which made him confused and touched his head.

However, the sound of the night owl dead wood in his body explained the meaning of the words of the future to Zhuang Bufan.

And Zhuang Bufan used the night's familiarity with foreign languages to become a translator to convey the dialogue between the two.

Zhuang Bufan learned the pre-Qin language taught to him by the night owl deadwood, and communicated smoothly with the strong man.

Before coming, Zhuang Bufan didn't know what the scenery of the former Qin was, and along the way, he was told by the night owl and dead wood.

In the face of the strong man's different clothes, wearing colorful sweat scarves and green coarse cloth clothes, it looks novel and interesting.

In the communication with the strong man, I learned that he is the village chief of this place, and this village is called Sunset Village, which is a remnant of the pre-Qin Dynasty, and I don't know how many years I have lived here.

Zhuang Bufan nodded, and also told him that he came here to appreciate the scenery of nature, by the way, to explore the relics of the pre-Qin Dynasty, and to admire the ancient capital thousands of years ago, which was once prosperous.

After talking for so long, and understanding it through the night owl deadwood, what he said was a little dry, Zhuang Bufan grunted his throat and wanted to drink water.

The village chief saw his demeanor, and immediately understood Zhuang Bufan's embarrassment, and asked him if he wanted to drink some water.

Zhuang Bufan nodded, and agreed.

And, together with this strong man named Village Chief Sun, go to his house to rest.

Compared with other villagers, their family lives in a much larger place, and it is very convenient to receive guests and other matters.

In addition, there is an old man in their family, who is the father of Village Chief Sun, and everyone calls him the old village chief.

Because, a few decades ago, this old man Sun was still the village chief here.

And when he was old, he naturally handed over all the responsibilities of the village chief to his son, the village chief Sun.

The old village chief saw Zhuang Bufan coming, looked at him for a while, put down the work in his hand, stood up and said to Zhuang Bufan, "Are you from outside?"

This time, the words blurted out by the old village chief were the common language of the mainland, and it seemed that the old village chief had contact with people from the outside who were the same as Zhuang Bufan.

When you think about it, it's not surprising.

After all, this is the birthplace of the pre-Qin Dynasty, and the elimination of a generation of dynasties is naturally fascinating, and there will definitely be many people who come here with curiosity and even a mood to explore treasures.

The old village chief must have come into contact with these people and learned some of the continental lingua franca.

With a well-informed old village chief here, Zhuang Bufan could communicate with him directly, avoiding the trouble of translation, and chatting happily with the old village chief.

"You're here to hunt for treasure?"

The old village chief showed a puzzled expression and said to him, "Give up, you can't find any good treasures with your strength." This northwest desert, I don't know how many people came here, when I was young, there was a time when groups of people would come here to find the treasures of the pre-Qin period. And my parents' generation had this kind of thing. Therefore, in this thousand years, I don't know how many people have the same mind as you to go on treasure hunting. Most people regret going back. And the spiritual treasures and artifacts here have almost been excavated! What is left behind is nothing more than a broken lump that has been corroded by thousands of years. ”

Hearing this, he knew that the old village chief thought that Zhuang Bufan was here to hunt for treasures like everyone else.

This was a complete misunderstanding of him, and he had come here to look for a stone tablet on which there would be the exercises that the night owl deadwood had said.

It's just that from the mouth of the night owl deadwood, I learned that the exercise was an anti-heaven exercise practiced by the founding emperor of the pre-Qin Dynasty.

How could something so precious still exist?

And the night owl deadwood told Zhuang Bufan that the exercise was not comprehended by Emperor Qin, but the anti-heaven exercise seen from a stone tablet.

It is this exercise that makes the Qin Emperor comparable to an invincible existence in the same realm, and after he founded the Qin Dynasty, the effect of this exercise on him is even more powerful.

Let him be invincible in that era, and be watched by everyone, like the sun in the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

Moreover, Emperor Qin also built his royal city in the center of that stone stele, so that thousands of descendants listened to his legendary life and looked forward to the style of that era.

Listening to the words of the night owl deadwood, Zhuang Bufan was silent, he knew very well that the night owl deadwood said that it was a spiritual creature thousands of years ago, and it seemed to be in the same era as the Qin Emperor.

His vivid narration is estimated to be a kind of reminiscence of his past.

It's just that the vicissitudes of life, the once prosperous, have been reduced to a handful of loess in front of you.

As Zhuang Bufan, after hearing the story told by the night owl deadwood, his brows furrowed, knowing that if he wanted to obtain this anti-heaven exercise, he probably needed a lot of energy.

Just in this vast desert, it is difficult to find the royal city of the pre-Qin dynasty and find the whereabouts of the stone stele.

If it weren't for the night owl deadwood telling him that he had a secret method to sense where the stone tablet was, Zhuang Bufan would never have wasted time bothering about this matter, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In addition, from the words of the night owl dead wood, Zhuang Bufan could roughly deduce that this thousand-year-old monster must have an inextricable relationship with Emperor Qin, otherwise, he would not be so familiar with this matter.

Zhuang Bufan knocked on the side, wanting to learn something from the mouth of the night owl dead wood, but this old night owl was stumbling and always circled with him.

At this point, Zhuang Bufan knew that the night owl deadwood didn't want to say it, so he dispelled the idea of continuing to ask.

Zhuang Bufan saw that the old village chief was quite familiar with this matter, and concluded that he was here to hunt for treasure, and he did not deny it.

"That's right, the prosperity of the pre-Qin is known to the world, I have admired it for a long time, and I came here to see the ruins of the pre-Qin, in addition, if you are accidentally smashed into the shit luck and pick up a treasure, it is not bad. ”

Zhuang Bufan said it clearly, and there was no vigilance.

This made the old village chief look at him more and nodded, "Oh, that's right." ”

"Yes, but what, when I first came here, there was a map, but the description was not exhaustive, listen to you, people came here decades ago, and you are the local old village chief, you are very familiar with this place, can you give me a detailed map and sell it to me?"

At this moment, Zhuang Bufan remembered what he had to do, he really needed a map drawn by the locals, he had spent a lot of money on the map before, but there were still some places that were not exhaustive. ”

Hearing this, the old village chief looked at Zhuang Bufan, and then looked at his son.

There was silence for a while, and it didn't take long before he spoke, "It's not difficult to get a map, it's just a bit expensive." ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as I am satisfied, no matter how expensive it is. ”

Zhuang Bufan waved his hand, and said indifferently, he was sincere, along the way, he met three samurai, and looted their storage bags, and the spirit stones in them were thousands and hundreds, so that his originally swollen purse was even more worried and didn't know how to spend it?

With Zhuang Bufan's answer, the old village chief had less worries, and looked at Zhuang Bufan's clothes and dress.

Seeing that he is a child of a rich family, and at a young age, he has reached the realm of martial arts cultivation, and the future is unlimited.

"Okay, my map is worth it!" the old village chief stretched out five fingers, "Fifty spirit stones." ”

This made the village chief Sun on the side stunned, thinking that his father was really a lion with his mouth open, and a map would cost fifty spirit stones, which was enough for the expenses of Sunset Village for three years.

Zhuang Bufan listened, did not hesitate, nodded and said, "Take the map out and show it to me, if I am satisfied, fifty spirit stones, I can afford it." ”

The old village chief was not alarmed, and told his son to go into the house and take out the map.

Zhuang Bufan took the map handed to him by Village Chief Sun, looked at it, and there was also the divine consciousness of the night owl deadwood attached to it, until he heard the answer of the night owl deadwood, he nodded and said, "Okay, I want this map!"

After speaking, Zhuang Bufan took out a small bag out of nowhere, threw it to Village Chief Sun, and said, "This is the fifty spirit stones you wanted, and I will give it to you." Count clearly in person, so as not to cause misunderstanding and confusion when you get it. ”

Village Chief Sun hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, and checked the bag in his hand, the weight was quite heavy.

When he opened it, the spirit stone of the white flower flower came into his eyes, making his breath sink and his eyes couldn't help but become hot.

On the other hand, his father was not tempted, but said to his son, "Count them carefully, so as not to embarrass this young and promising gentleman when one or two spirit stones are missing."

"Oh, I see, Dad!"

Hearing this, Dahan immediately counted in the bag, fifty spirit stones are no more and no less, which makes Village Chief Sun feel as warm as warm jade in his heart.

(End of chapter)