Chapter Seventy-Five: Three Clear Views
"There is no trace of a human being within a radius of thirty miles. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info" Mo Yin said lightly.
Lu Dian groaned slightly: "It seems that all the west of Fenshui has fallen." ”
Xiao Er said softly on the side: "The three counties east of Fenshui have all fallen. ”
"Is this the information you got?" asked Lu Dian.
Xiao Er nodded. That's what he got last month from a broken house in the city.
Lu Dian thought for a while and said, "Since we want to continue to cooperate, there is no need to deceive each other like now. My name is Lu Dian. "Lu Dian did not introduce Qihui, Moyin and Taohe, because their situation is special, and it is really not appropriate to introduce them.
Xiao Er looked at Lu Dian and said, "My name is Qi Yue, Baishui Qimen." ”
Lu Dian frowned and said: "Isn't the hidden Qimen already ......" This little second actually claimed to be a person from Qimen, could it be that there were still roots in Qimen after that night?
Qi Yue obviously didn't expect that a cultivator like Lu Dian, who didn't even know about the demon's attack, would actually know about the situation in Qimen. He said lightly: "We are a side branch of Qimen, so we escaped the catastrophe. ”
Lu Dian nodded and did not continue to answer. Speaking of which, his relationship with Qi Men is even closer than Qi Yue, because he is the stepfather of Gu Yuntian and Qi Yun's child, and the relationship between his in-laws. Qi Yue was still waiting for Lu Dian's next step, but found that Lu Dian didn't speak and just nodded. But a person's eyes always reveal some emotions, although Lu Dian is good at hiding, but this feeling of resonance is still felt by Qi Yue.
"My lord, do you know someone from Qimen?"
Lu Dian sighed lightly, right and wrong, Qimen's destruction has a lot to do with himself. Now that I think about it, if I hadn't been so smart, I wouldn't have come to this point.
This sigh naturally caused Qi Yue's infinite reverie. Could it be that this powerful cultivator in front of him was a person from Qimen? But he said that his surname was Lu, and he was not a disciple of Qimen. There is a great possibility that he fled north after the fall of Qimen, and now he is returning to Baishui County to search for some traces of Qimen by taking advantage of the chaos in the world. Qi Yue looked at Lu Dian and suddenly felt as if he had found an organization, and said, "My lord, but you are going to Baishui County?"
Lu Dian smiled faintly and said, "Yes, do you have a way to cross the Fenshui?"
"The little one knows a road to Fenshui, but the mountain is dangerous. There is no way to confirm whether this road is safe or not. At least that's the way I came. Qi Yue said happily. I didn't expect that my guess was completely correct, Lu Dian was really going to Baishui County, if he could get Lu Dian's help to find some Qimen secret methods, wouldn't he have to work for such a dangerous task anymore? Thinking of this, Qi Yue was very excited, so he took the initiative to lead the way for Lu Dian.
Compared with the trouble on Lu Dian's side, Mo Wei and Hang Yige were much easier along the way. The two Shura, who had never been to the human world, were wandering around the western realm of Fenshui with the purpose of visiting and researching. Mountains and rivers are all where they are interested, and even the animals that are called to eat are very interested in studying them, especially Hang Yige, who has now learned some medical techniques from Lu Dian's hands, and his strength is stable, and he has an urge to try.
On this day, the two had just crossed a mountain beam. Hang Yige suddenly stopped Mo Wei and said, "Uncle Mo Wei, there are people striking iron around here. ”
"How do you know?" Mo Wei knew that Hang Yige had a good nose, but he couldn't smell such a thing as striking iron by his nose, so he was a little curious.
Hang Yige smiled slightly and said, "Uncle, don't forget, although iron has no taste. But can it be tasteless when smelting iron? Look over there!" Hang Yige raised his hand and pointed, and there was indeed a place in the col where there was blue and black smoke. Mo Wei looked at it, and the smoke was definitely not the smoke of cooking rice and burning the fire. The cyan smoke means that the temperature of the flame is extremely high, which is the temperature required for smelting.
Mo Wei patted Hang Yige's shoulder and said, "Good boy, no wonder Lu Dian wants to accept you as an apprentice, just your nose, I'm afraid I can't stop accepting you as an apprentice." ”
Hang Yige smiled, pinched his little arm and said, "Don't you dare, my little arms and legs, I can't hold the sledgehammer." ”
"I'm kidding you. Let's go and see, I really haven't seen a human striking iron. Mo Wei was excited, and pulled Hang Yige and walked quickly towards the place where the green smoke rose. Looking at the mountain and walking, the distance can be imagined, and it is almost dark when the two of them walk from the dawn to where the green smoke is. Morvey had thought it was a village where there were people making iron, just like the village they had encountered before. But when they arrived, the two found that this was not a village at all, but a shrine-like building with black, gray and white as the main colors. Mo Wei thought for a moment and wondered, "What kind of place is this?"
Hang Yige pouted and said, "Let's knock on the door and try." With that, he reached out and knocked on the door.
The crisp knock on the door ushered in the crisper sound of kick and tap clogs. A delicate boy wearing a blue and white robe stood in the door, the door was diagonally inserted into a crack, the little boy looked out from the gap, and said softly: "What's the matter with the two of you?"
Hang Yige glanced at the environment inside, because the shrine was dilapidated from the outside, but looking through the crack in the door, he could see that the inside was green and green, and the green pines were strong, which was a good place. Hang Yige had learned human language from Lu Dian, so he said, "We want to spend the night." He didn't know those euphemistic words, so he directly expressed what he meant, as for what Mo Wei wanted to do, that was after he went in.
The little boy said, "I'm sorry, we don't accept guests here. So saying, he was about to close the door again. Hang Yige hurriedly put his hand in and stuck the door and said, "Don't, it's going to be dark soon, and there is no village around." We really don't have a place to go, so please let us stay for one night. ”
The little boy shook his head and said, "No, we don't accept outsiders here." ”
Hang Yige naturally does not follow. He finally found a place to live, but it was getting dark soon, and he didn't want to live outside anymore. In the middle of the argument, I heard a clear voice from inside the shrine building: "Xiaoyu, let them in." ”
"Yes, Master. The boy arched himself and slowly pushed the door open. Hang Yige was afraid that they would regret it, and hurriedly stepped into the courtyard. Mo Wei looked up at the strange shrine-like building, and there was a wooden board hanging from the small door, and he didn't know what was carved on it. If Lu Dian was here, he would have been shocked, because the wooden board that Mo Wei couldn't understand was the plaque of this small Taoist temple, which read: Sanqingguan! )