After Fang Zhongjin went down the mountain, he didn't change into the conspicuous Huashan Sect disciple uniform, but he no longer deliberately smeared himself with a gray face.

There was a brocade box in his bag, which the Huashan faction asked him to hand over to the old man of Tianshan Demon.

Although it is far away to the Tianshan Mountains, the road is far away. I also have to return to the mountain gate before April to resume my life.

But Fang Zhongjin was not an ordinary Huashan disciple.

He had the idea of returning to Huashan as soon as possible to finish the unfinished business, that is, he did not hesitate to change horses and horses along the way.

In just one month, he had already arrived at the realm of the Tianshan Mountains.

The Tianshan Mountains are in the northwest of Huashan. Although the weather has begun to warm, the northwesternmost part of the territory is still covered with a chill.

The boundaries of the Tianshan Mountains are extremely vast and stretch for thousands of miles. Quicksand is scattered all around, and there are countless glaciers in between, and the few oases where the Yarkand people gather.

And the old man who Fang Zhongjin needed to find lived near the largest oasis.

When he came to this oasis, he saw that the customs here were completely different from those in the interior.

The houses here are surrounded by beautiful flower beds, and the owners have done their best to decorate their houses to the eye. The girls and boys of Yarkand are enthusiastic, brightly dressed and dazzling, and they also have deep eyes and high noses, which are not like people from the Central Plains.

And there are very few shops in this oasis, but fortunately, Fang Zhongjin found a family to spend the night. The owner of the family was hospitable, and slaughtered a lamb in his family to entertain Fang Zhongjin.

The owner's daughter is only fourteen or fifteen years old, tall and fit. As soon as he saw Fang Zhongjin coming, he hid behind his mother and peeked at him.

When Fang Zhongjin looked over, he blushed even more and hid behind his mother.

Fang Zhongjin asked the owner of the house where the old man of Fu Demon lived.

When the family heard that the visitor had come to find the old man, he showed a respectful and enthusiastic look on his face, and said, "Is the guest a friend of the Demon Immortal? Then it is a great honor for us to come to live in my house!"

Even the girl who was hiding behind her mother couldn't help but look out, looking at Fang Zhongjin with sparkling eyes.

The master enthusiastically explained the place where the old man lived to Fang Zhongjin. Finally he said to him, "When you reach the mountain, your horse will no longer be able to ride." If the guest can trust me, leave the horse with me for the time being. I will surely serve it well, and raise it to be fat and strong.

And you, guest, can go to Lord Bayi and buy a camel. Don't look at the camel's slow running, its legs are long. It's perfect to ride it uphill.

But there is one thing you must remember! Don't tell Master Bai that you are going to find the Demon Immortal, I am afraid that when Master Bai hears that you are looking for him, he will not want to sell your camel to you.

Fang Zhongjin felt strange in his heart, but he still thanked the owner and got up to say goodbye.

The head of the family resolutely refused to accept the silver left by the middle brocade below. pressed his hand on his chest all the way, and bowed down to send Fang Zhongjin out of the distance.

When Fang Zhongjin came to the big house of Master Bayi according to the direction pointed by the head of the family, he successfully bought a batch of strong camels.

The old man saw that he had come from afar and was about to go up to the Tianshan Mountain, so he asked suspiciously: "Young man, you won't go to find the old demon of the demon, right?"

When Fang Zhongjin heard his question, he felt funny in his heart. What kind of person is this old man who is subduing demons? However, after a few households, some people call him the demon immortal, and some people call him the old demon demon.

But Fang Zhongjin got the guidance of the previous master, so he hurriedly said: "I came from afar, and I don't know any old demons. May I ask who that is, sir?"

Master Bayi frowned and glanced at Fang Zhongjin deeply, and finally said: "You are a Han man, you are not looking for the old demon on the mountain, what else can you do? I kindly remind you, but you don't know what to do." Well, if you want to go, who can stop you from sending you to death?"

After that, the old man Bayi closed the door with a "bang" and entered the house without looking back.

Fang Zhongjin didn't know what was going on, but fortunately, the camel had already arrived. He turned over and mounted his camel and headed for the mountains.

Fang Zhongjin walked in the mountains for a long time, and although he walked according to the direction pointed out by the hospitable host at the foot of the mountain, he still didn't see the slightest place where people could live.

It's just that the scenery in the mountains, rough and beautiful, is by no means the same as the Han land. But Fang Zhongjin couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart, I don't know how to live in such a place?

If there are really people who can live in such a water-scarce, arid, rugged and rugged place for a long time, it is difficult to raise cattle and sheep. Then you can really only survive by sucking wind and drinking dew. Such a person, whether he is called an immortal or an old demon, is not an exaggeration.

Walking a little further, I suddenly heard the sound of metal and earth and rock clashing in front of me.

Fang Zhongjin perked up, and said in his heart that it seemed to be coming. He hurriedly turned over and got off the camel and led him forward.

Further on, the sound of tinkling continues. But it turned out that more than a dozen people were bending over to dig in the mountains.

Fang Zhongjin looked at these people, some of them looked like Yarkand people, and some looked like Han people. There are people in their twenties, and there are people in their forties and fifties, all of whom are men.

They were all dressed in grey and dirty ragged jackets. Described as miserable and numb, with dust on his hair. Everyone bent over and stood, still waving their hoes to chisel through the earth and rocks on the ground.

Fang Zhongjin saw that they were working like slaves, so he stepped forward and asked, "May I ask if the old man of Fu Demon lives near Zuo?"

When several people saw someone approaching, they all looked up blankly. Hearing his question again, he lowered his head. His eyes were full of panic, and he still waved a hoe in his hand, and continued to dig for rocks.

Fang Zhongjin was puzzled in his heart, and when he saw that these people didn't come to answer him, he had to lead the camel forward again.

After walking a little further, I saw a change in the scenery of the mountain. The terrain is no longer steep and difficult to navigate, but has become a flat land.

Fang Zhongjin saw that this flat land was extremely abrupt in the entire mountain, and it did not look like it was naturally formed.

He glanced back at the "slaves" who were still digging in the same place, and said in his heart that such a large piece of flat land could not have been dug up by these people with hoes, right?

Digging up the mountain has only heard of the "Yugong" family doing it since ancient times.

It's hard for others to do such a hard and stupid thing. What's more, how many people and how long does it take to dig such a large piece of flat land?

Fang Zhongjin continued to walk forward, and the flat ground seemed to be out of sight.

And there are a few barefoot men, who are bending down to plant rice in the field. Look at the appearance of this seedling, it turned out to be rice!

Fang Zhongjin had already seen the flat land dug by manpower, and when he saw the rice on the snowy mountain again, he was not so shocked.

As he continued to walk forward, he saw a group of porters carrying buckets of water and trying to climb up to the flat ground in mid-air.

Looking at the extremely bent ends of these flat poles, I think the buckets are full of water.

When the porters had gone up the mountain, they poured the water from the buckets into the ground and turned around and went down again. It seems to be going down the mountain again to fetch water.

The next porter had just climbed up the hill and poured the bucket he was carrying into the field.

It seems that the rice fields on this mountain rely on manpower to constantly bring water up from the bottom of the mountain in order to survive.

When Fang Zhongjin saw these scenes, he couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue.

These people who work hard are obviously not voluntary. The one who can force them to be cattle and horses here is probably the old man he is looking for.

At this time, Fang Zhongjin felt that the title of "Demon Old Demon" might be more appropriate than "Demon Demon Immortal".