Fang Zhongjing saw that on this Tianshan Mountain, there were gentle slopes and rice fields.

But the spectacle was built on the hard work of dozens of slaves like livestock.

In order to create a scenery of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River on the plug, it is better to let so many people be cattle and horses, pigs and dogs. Such an act is comparable to that of the tyrants of the ancients.

Fang Zhongjin wanted to ask these people for directions. But they all looked panicked, and none of them said a word except to dodge.

Fang Zhongjin looked at these people, although there were old and young, most of them were not short before. Come to think of it, they weren't born slaves.

Only when you are young can you grow a strong and tall body.

Since these people didn't answer him, Fang Zhongjin had to continue to walk forward according to his memory.

After turning another corner, I finally saw a building.

This building was built on top of the Tien Shan Mountains, but it was very different from the houses of the Yarkand people at the foot of the mountain. It is completely the standard of Han Chinese houses.

In this magnificent and majestic exotic land, it is indeed a bit abrupt to suddenly see the house of the Han people. But it also proved that Fang Zhongjin did not come to the wrong place.

He left the camel he had brought with him outside the door and knocked on the knocker on the door of the house.

The knocker weighed two or three pounds, and the knock on the door was dull, but no one answered.

Fang Zhongjin was about to knock again, when he suddenly heard an old hoarse voice say, "Come in by yourself." ”

The voice wasn't loud, but it was clear.

As soon as Fang Zhongjin heard this, he suddenly felt a panic in his heart. It's like a child who has done something wrong and is suddenly caught by his parents.

The strangest thing was that the voice did not look like it was coming from the big house, nor did it look like someone was standing next to him and talking to him.

Fang Zhongjin faintly felt as if someone was talking in his head.

It's a weird and crazy idea. Fang Zhongjin has never heard of a person or book in his life that records that someone can convey what he thinks to others without speaking.

It was only at this time that Fang Zhongjin finally began to pay attention to the "old man who subdued the demon" in the house. Even if this person is not a god of ability, he must be a peerless master.

He cautiously pushed open the door and saw that it was dark. There was an old man who looked like he was about to die, half-lying on a large rocking chair.

The old man's white hair was scattered haphazardly over his shoulders. The face is furrowed and the skin is dark and dull.

The old man felt that after Fang Zhongjin came in, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

Fang Zhongjin suddenly felt that his gaze was firmly locked by these eyes. For a moment, my mind went blank and I didn't have any thoughts.

After a moment of trance, Fang Zhongjin returned to Qingming. Looking at the old man's eyes again, they were as bright as a young man.

But only a moment later, the old man covered the sparkling eyes with his old wrinkled eyelids, and also covered the essence in the old man's eyes.

Fang Zhongjin felt relieved at this time, and when he looked at the old man again, he had returned to the old and decadent appearance just now.

Only then did the old man speak, "Who is coming?"

These words were said full and slowly, as if it had already taken the old man's physical strength just to say this.

Although the voice was exactly the same as what he had heard outside the gate, it was indeed coming from the old man's mouth. Fang Zhongjin could distinguish that this sentence was a little different from the voice that sounded in his head before.

He hurriedly bowed and saluted: "The junior 'Tuo Nan Sheng' is a disciple of the Huashan Sect. This time I went up the mountain to meet my seniors, and I brought a letter from my teacher. ”

With that, Fang Zhongjin took out the delicate brocade box from his baggage and handed it to the old man respectfully.

The old man opened a line of eyelids, glanced at the brocade box, and closed his eyes again.

Fang Zhongjin saw that he didn't come to pick up the brocade box, so he put the brocade box on a small table next to the old man, and said again: "The letter has been delivered, and the junior will go back to the mountain gate to resume his life." Leave. ”

With that, Fang Zhongjin was about to turn around and leave the dim room.

But the old man suddenly spoke again, "Don't you feel unwell when you look at me?"

Fang Zhongjin heard what he said, and knew that this old man who was subdued by the demon must have performed some magic skills on him. I don't know what kind of magic skill can make him feel uncomfortable just by looking at it?

Fang Zhongjin shouldn't be holding it up, and hurriedly circulated his breath for a week. I feel that the internal force flows freely and is completely barrier-free. Apparently he didn't suffer any internal injuries.

Fang Zhongjin didn't have any contact with this old man, so the only way to be harmed was the poisonous gas in the house.

Fang Zhongjin felt that he didn't feel any faintness, and there was no itching and pain in his airways, so he really couldn't find anything abnormal. I had to say to the old man again: "The younger generation is vulgar, and there is no discomfort. Please also ask the seniors for advice. ”

When the old man heard this, he opened his eyes again and looked at Fang Zhongjin. It's just that this glance is ordinary, and it doesn't shoot out a suffocating light.

I only heard the old man Fu Demon say: "Is it really a righteous man and a gentleman?"

The voice was indistinct, as if it were talking to itself.

I saw that the old man raised his head and asked him again, "Are you from the Huashan faction?"

Although Fang Zhongjin reported that he had been at home when he entered the door, when he heard him ask, he said humbly: "The junior is the disciple of Huashan 'Tuo Nansheng'. ”

As if aroused, the old man asked, "Not Yan Junhao?" ”

Fang Zhongjin was surprised in his heart. This old man, who lives on the Tianshan Mountain and seems to be about to die at any time, actually knows a junior of the Huashan faction.

Although the reputation behind this back is not weak, it also shows that this old man is not a dumb person who hides in the mountains all day long.

Fang Zhongjin said again: "Yan Junhao is the first disciple of Huashan, and the younger generation is naturally not comparable. ”

The old man glanced at Fang Zhongjin and said, "Maybe he is a righteous gentleman, but he is just a mortal who twists and turns."

Yan Junhao is far inferior to you, and his master Qiu Songhe can't stand my eyes. Why should you be humble like this? ”

Fang Zhongjin never knew what was mysterious about his glance, so he had to say: "The predecessor praised it falsely. ”

As if he was interested, the old man asked again, "Have you seen my slaves all the way up the mountain?"

Fang Zhongjin naturally knew that he was referring to those who dug up mountains and waters. He said, "The juniors have seen it. ”

The old man smiled and asked, "Do you think it's fun?" Do you want me to give you two?"

Fang Zhongjin arrived again: "The younger generation is still young, and they don't need to be served. The good intentions of the seniors are understood by the younger generations. ”

The old man turned his face suddenly, and asked, "Then do you think I acted too cruelly?

Listening to the tone of the old man's voice, it was as if he was deliberately trying to stir up trouble. Fang Zhongjin had no choice but to say: "Everyone has their own fate. How can their lives be easily changed by younger generations?"

The old man who said this rolled his eyes, and said in a strange voice: "It's strange, you are obviously a member of the Huashan faction, you don't meddle outside, but you still have a Dao heart when you say it." ”

He suddenly rolled over from his rocking chair and pressed down like a gray cloud towards Fang Zhongjin.

The old man Fu Demon grabbed Fang Zhongjin's chest with a palm like a chicken claw, and said, "The old man is the most unaccustomed to people with Taoist hearts in his life!"