As Sang Cai said, this is a long way to go.

As Sang Cai said, the scenery on this journey is indeed pleasant.

In fact, strictly speaking, Sang Cai's grandmother is only twenty miles away from Zhang Yan and others in a straight line. But when you get here, you need to go around more than a dozen mountains, and finally you can see the destination from afar.

If you are in a hurry, then you will save a lot of time by directly using light power to climb the mountains and mountains at the expense of internal strength. But in this way, I am a little sorry for the flowers and willows along the way, and the green mountains and green waters.

Between talking and laughing, the time is close to noon.

Zhang Chuan was more of an audience member, listening to Sang Cai and others chattering, talking about all kinds of things that had happened in the Wuyue Sword Sect in recent years.

For example, the experience of night dust can create enough topics.

According to what Senior Sister Du said, she was silent when she was dusty at night, and her martial arts were mediocre. Of course, in terms of personality, Night Dye Dust is not a chatter now, but compared to his youth, it is far inferior. It is said that people who don't know even think that Night Dust is a little mute.

Among the children who grew up with Night Dust, there was a Ji girl, who was very popular and liked at that time. And Ye Ranchen's ignorant "love for the beginning", finally in the middle of the night when a story can always happen, Night Ranchen mustered all the courage he had when he was young, and told Miss Ji - I like you.

Well, the night dust is not good-looking, ordinary, these have been explained before. Therefore, Miss Ji, who was held by the stars at that time, looked down on him, which was nothing to say.

The accident happened because of the immaturity of the child when he was a child, or maybe because of some "showmanship". Therefore, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, Miss Ji should never make a big deal of it, and even mocked Ye Zhanchen behind her back that "the toad wants to eat swan meat".

In fact, a taciturn child bravely took the step of confession, which is already remarkable. The discouragement of being rejected, the night dust has not yet eased, but suddenly, it has become the object of others' pointing and ridiculing......

Of course, this kind of thing is actually not complicated, it is nothing more than an example of unsuccessful confession! There are countless men and women in the world who have failed to confess, and it is not surprising that there are many of them.

But on the introverted and shy night dust at that time, it was tantamount to a catastrophe.

Senior Brother Wang, who boasted of being his childhood sweetheart and Miss Ji, also found trouble with Night Dust, and beat Night Dust for half a month and couldn't get out of bed. It was finally the appearance of the elders of the Songshan faction that stopped the continuation of this little farce.

It's a pity that at that time, the night dye dust had to look good and not have good looks, he wanted martial arts without martial arts, and he had no talent if he wanted talent. Lying on the hospital bed, Ye Zhanchen did not receive any relief from his master, but was scolded by his master again: You have made no progress in martial arts, just because you have an unrealistic heart every day!

Later, no one knew what happened to Ye Dye Chen, only that this child, who lived in the depths, became more and more silent. Slowly, he was in the Songshan faction, and he already belonged to the marginalized figures, and he had no sense of existence.

Five years later, the Songshan faction was in the martial arts competition, but the night was dusty like a god, with a mediocre sword, and a swordsmanship that looked drowsy, it shined, and was even more shocked as a celestial - the younger generation of the Songshan faction, no one is the enemy of his triad!

After a blockbuster, Ye Ranchen chose to leave the Songshan faction and roam the rivers and lakes alone.

Everywhere he passed, he killed the enemy, punished the evil and promoted the good, wrote a series of impassioned triumphant songs, and laid the foundation for him as "the hope of the rise of the Central Plains martial arts", and also became one of the most famous masters of the younger generation, famous all over the world.

Xiao Po also once said to Zhang Remnant that there are many masters in the world who can turn decay into magic, but there is only one who can turn magic into decay at night!

This may sound derogatory at first glance, but when you think about it, it reveals incomparable praise and heartfelt affirmation of the Night Dust Swordsmanship.

"Senior Sister Ji regrets it now, giggle......" Senior Sister Nadu covered her mouth and laughed.

Zhang Yan was originally reluctant to communicate with this Senior Sister Du again, but when he saw her gloating, he couldn't help but say: "Miss Du's ridicule now is not bright!"

"I want you to take care of it!" Senior Sister Du immediately opened her apricot eyes and replied unceremoniously.

The little junior sister was afraid that Zhang Yan would quarrel with this Senior Sister Du again, so she hurriedly changed the topic: "Senior Sister Sang, are there many people in the Hengshan faction who pursue you?"

Sang Cai was coldly asked by the little junior sister, and couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly said: "No, no!

The little junior sister also giggled: "Between our Wuyue Sword Sect, the news is very well-informed! Xuanyuan Yeyu, the son of the head of the Hengshan Sect, didn't he say a long time ago that he would not marry if he was not a senior sister......?"

"Xuanyuan Night Rain!"

Hua Ao muttered first, and then secretly pulled Zhang Yan: "Brother Zhang, Xuanyuan Night Rain is close to the water and the building is the first to get the moon, why do I think I can't compete with him?"

Zhang Yan glanced at Hua Ao coldly, and said coldly: "What are you afraid of? Isn't Xuanyuan Yeyu famous for not playing cards according to common sense?"

"Is there one?" Hua Ao scratched his head.

"Of course. ”

"Why don't you play cards according to common sense?" Hua Ao scratched his head.

Zhang Yan said lightly: "Xuanyuan Yeyu, as the son of the head of the family, has a prominent family background, but not only has an unusually handsome face, but also can treat people with courtesy, and there is no arrogance and arrogance at all, isn't this not playing cards according to common sense?"

Hua Ao's eyes lit up: "That's right! Ho, I've regained my confidence again!"

After finishing speaking, he also punched his palm, and it seemed that Zhang Yan's words did bring him great encouragement.

Then everyone looked at Huaao like they looked at Aceby.

Senior Sister Du and the former senior brother, as fellow students of Huaao, lowered their heads in shame and were ashamed.

Anyway, along the way, everyone just chatted and walked over. The so-called small talk is actually a waste of lips and tongues, saying things that are unnecessary and meaningless. But throughout everyone's life, they are always inseparable from this kind of small talk.

It was still far away from the small village, and Zhang Yan sighed.

Sang Cai first asked, "What's wrong?"

The rest of the people also stopped, and looked at Zhang Yan in puzzlement.

Zhang Yan was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "In this village, there is no one ......."

In the end, as Zhang Zhan said, except for the mess and some dried blood stains, the village was empty, and not even a single corpse or white bones were found.

In the process of looking for the "trace", Sang Cai was already hazy with tears, and when she walked around the small village completely, she finally sat on the ground, tears like beads with broken threads, and she kept flowing: "How can this be...... Where's Grandma?"

Xie Guoan asked in a low voice, "Is that the walking corpse?"

Zhang Yan shook his head: "Absolutely not! This is artificial!"

"How many people are in the stockade?" asked Zhang Yan.

Sang Cai didn't seem to hear Zhang Yan's question, and muttered vigorously: "How can this be...... Where's Grandma? Your little Sangcai is back, where have you been......"

In recent years, Zhang Zhan has experienced many situations of life and death, and he is well aware of this pain, but he is still ruthless and interrupts Sang Cai's sadness: "Maybe her old man was just imprisoned......

"Really?"

Sang Cai looked up at Zhang Yan, and the tears on his face were as shiny as pearls.

Seeing it in his eyes, Zhang Zhan couldn't help but feel a trace of pity and pity in his heart, so he said softly: "We always have to have hope, don't we? At least there is no body of her old man here, so it is very likely that she is imprisoned." ”

Immediately, Zhang Yan glanced around, and said categorically: "There is not a single corpse in the entire village, not only her old man, it is very likely that all the people in the entire village have been controlled." This is actually a very troublesome thing, and the abuser does not hesitate to do so, which naturally means that the people in the village still have great use value. So to put it mildly, anything that has value is not easily discarded, right?"

Sang Cai was stunned for a long time before he seemed to come back to his senses.

She didn't care how white her sleeves were, she just wiped her face like a child, and then asked, "Who did this?"

Zhang Yan didn't answer and asked: "The people here are all your compatriots of the Bai tribe?"

After getting Sang Cai's affirmative answer, Zhang Zhan asked again: "Then in this village, are there any people with special status?"

Sang Cai thought for a while, and shook his head with some hesitation: "There shouldn't be! At least not before I left home! This is the earliest gathering place of our Bai people, but a natural disaster occurred a long time ago, so we had to choose another habitat." Many of those who stay here are old people who are reluctant to leave home. Oh, there should be less than a hundred of them. ”

In fact, this small village is too remote, and it is only half a day's journey from the new gathering place of the Bai people. However, some old people who "return to their roots" are always stubborn and unwilling to leave the native land where he was born and raised, which is understandable.

"Who did that?"

Sang Cai asked again, but Zhang Yan still avoided answering: "I can only tell you that this incident happened in the middle of the night three days ago, and there were about thirty people who came, all of whom were good masters. ”

"Are you talking nonsense?" asked the little junior brother Xu Kai in a low voice.

Zhang Yan shook his head with a smile, and then pointed to the stubble of a broken tree and said, "For example, here, a knife passes, and the section is neat and flat." It's just that this time, without ten or eight years of skill, it is impossible to do this. ”

Then Zhang Yan drew a circle with his hand and continued: "From the traces left by the entire village, it can be inferred that there are about thirty people in total, and it can also be inferred that the people are roughly cultivated. At the earliest, Zhang also worked as a spy in the military camp, and it was not difficult to see some things from the clues. ”

"Miss Sang, don't worry! There must be no major problem with her old man, let alone any danger to her life. Where she is now, maybe in the next day or two, we will be able to tell. ”

Different from the singing and laughter when they came, on the way back, in order to take care of Sang Cai's emotions, the group also pretended to lose any interest, and walked separately without answering.

The scenery on the road is still the same as when it came, so beautiful, so pleasant. But because of the difference in mood, it has also become boring.

Zhang Zan's return gave Hua Ao a look, and Hua Ao slowed down and walked at the end of the line with Zhang Zan.

"Why don't you go and comfort Sang Cai?" asked Zhang Yan with a frown.

Hua Ao spread his hands innocently: "Senior Sister Du and your little junior sister are persuading her, if I go over, will it seem a little redundant?"

"I've never heard that people go to fight for opportunities, why haven't I heard that opportunities will take the initiative to win people?" Zhang Zhan secretly scolded Huaao's elm pimple head, and patiently explained to him.

"That's right!" Hua Ao patted his head and suddenly realized.

"You Songshan faction, are you really going to prepare to help him ascend to the throne?"

Zhang Remnant asked the former senior brother in a loud voice, and the former senior brother was once again embarrassed, and said hesitantly: "Actually, Senior Brother Hua still seems to be very wise in ordinary days......

"Ha! There are thousands of words in the world, and only love words can kill people!" Zhang Yan still sighed.

Seeing that he was about to go back, looking at the past from a distance, Zhang Yan sighed lightly again.

"What's wrong again?"

Zhang Yan's "lightness" made everyone nervous, lest something go wrong here.

"It's nothing!" Zhang Yan said, which made the rest of the people's faces soften a little.

"However, the atmosphere here is more solemn. In such a quiet and peaceful village, it was tightly wrapped in murderous aura. ”

As soon as Zhang Zan's words fell, a few Bai guards seemed to "pop up" on the side of the road, all of them with vigilance written on their faces, looking at Zhang Zan's and the others.

The person in charge of talking to them is naturally Sang Cai.

After a while, the guards dispersed to the side and made way for Zhang Yan and the others.

Although I was questioned by these guards when I first came here, it was more like a routine questioning at the time. And this time, it's really like a question.

"Did something happen?"

It wasn't until he entered the gate of the village that Sang Cai replied: "The patriarch has declared martial law, and for a period of time to come, no one will be allowed to enter or leave the village before sunrise and after sunset." ”

"What if it's cloudy and you don't see the sun?" asked Hua Ao with a hippie smile.

"Oh, I'm really ......" Zhang Yan almost held his forehead, but he couldn't bear it. But the former senior brother and senior sister Du did not have such "determination" as Zhang Yan. And the two of them seemed to have seen ghosts, avoiding Huaao from a distance, and seemed to feel that even if they just stood with Huaao, they were a little out of identity.

Only Xie Guoan asked helplessly: "That means that we can only go to the Holy Mountain during the day?"

"No, we'll go tonight!" Sang Cai said categorically.

Even Zhang Remnant showed some surprise, and then Zhang Remnant shook his head and said, "Otherwise, forget it today, you can rest and talk about it." ”

Sang Cai's grandmother's life and death are uncertain, and she has been crying almost all day today, and she should not have fully recovered emotionally. So in her state, it is probably not a simple matter to sneak out of the heavily guarded stockade, let alone touch the holy mountain of the Bai tribe and secretly read the secret books of the Bai tribe. After all, if you can't maintain a stable mentality, it will be difficult to do anything.