A touch of sunset fell on the blind old man, reflecting the brown face red. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Luoyang turned to look at the blind old man, vaguely felt that the other party was a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that this blind old man was one of the few scholars in the village, surnamed Jia, who exhausted his family wealth in order to apply for the township examination when he was young, but repeatedly regretted falling off the list, and because of his congenital eye disease, he lost his light when he first reached middle age, and became a storyteller in the village.

In my memory, one of Luoyang's favorite things to do when I was a child was to squat on the street corner with Yuanbao and listen to Mr. Jia's stories......

Luoyang smiled knowingly, and did not immediately explain his identity, but said with a gentle smile: "Well, the Baihua Brew in Anping Village is famous in the township, and it has an excellent reputation, which is indeed a major feature of Jiufen. Merely...... Xiao Sheng was a little puzzled, how did the old gentleman hear that he was not a local?"

As Luoyang's clear voice came out, the blind old man was inexplicably stunned, he didn't know what he thought, his expression was slightly sad, but he quickly recovered.

The blind old man sighed softly and said with a friendly smile: "Don't be surprised, although the old man suffers from eye disease and can't see people clearly, these ears are very good! Hehe, there are dozens of people in Anping Village, and the old man has listened to it for decades, whose footsteps are heavier and whose footsteps are in a hurry...... You know it when you hear it. ”

Hearing this, Luoyang smiled with relief, although Mr. Jia's ear power is a must in Anping Village, but he is not a monk after all, and he can't recognize the details, not to mention that Luoyang has left the village for two years, it is on the long head, and his body is naturally different from before, Mr. Jia can't hear his footsteps, which is normal.

However, the blind old man's next words made Luoyang fall into silence for a long time.

"Although Childe has just arrived in Anping Village, the old man can assert that Childe ...... Affinity with the village. The blind old man smiled, didn't know what to remember, and said abruptly, "Childe's voice is very similar to a young man in the village. ”

Luoyang's lips moved slightly, and he said softly and gently: "Young man?"

The blind old man bowed slightly, his expression was fleeting, and he continued: "The population of Anping Village is not large, and most of them are from the older generation, so the old man remembers those children very deeply. Alas...... It's a pity, if he hadn't had an accident, he would have been as old as Childe by now. ”

Luoyang's hands to his side trembled slightly, and he wanted to speak again, but in the end he still didn't reveal his identity.

It's not that Luoyang deliberately concealed it, but now that he has been poisoned, there is not much Shouyuan left, and he doesn't want Anping Village to taste it again after losing it once.

The blind old man's eyes were hollow, and he couldn't detect Luoyang's abnormality, but he was reminded of a certain memory, and muttered: "If it weren't for the bastards of the Black Devil Mountain who occupied the mountains and forests...... How can you not even give him a chance to worship?"

"Black Magic Mountain?" Luoyang's voice was inexplicably a little hoarse, and he suddenly asked.

The blind old man's expression was slightly different, and then he realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile: "When people are old, they talk a lot...... I'm really sorry for delaying my son to enter the village. ”

Luo Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and after being silent for a moment, he didn't ask anything, but slowly leaned over and put an emerald green elixir into Mr. Jia's hand.

"This is a specialty of Xiaosheng's hometown, thank you for the old gentleman's guidance. ”

The blind old man hesitated a little, as if he was unwilling to bear the fruitlessness, and was about to open his mouth to stop Luoyang, but found that the footsteps had gone away.

He didn't know that the person he had just spoken to was a teenager who had loved to listen to his stories.

He couldn't guess that the "specialty" in his hand, called the "Hundred Years Old Pill", was a high-grade elixir in the Transformation Spirit Realm, which could increase the longevity of the Transformation Spirit Realm monks, and also help mortals live to be 100 years old without illness.

That's right, this hundred-year-old pill is the pill that Luoyang got from the storage bag of Ding Crazy Mountain, there are three of them.

Luoyang didn't want to be recognized, so after walking into Anping Village, he took out a hat from the storage bag, put it on his head, and walked on the familiar streets.

"Black Magic Mountain ......"

Although he returned to his hometown, Luoyang was never interested in doing anything, and the information accidentally revealed in Mr. Jia's words inexplicably gave him a bad premonition.

Anping Village is built by the mountains and rivers, adjacent to the September Peak, and this September Peak is composed of nine peaks of different heights, and the bamboo forest where Luoyang once lived is the Black Magic Mountain.

It's just that the Black Magic Mountain is barren in resources and not full of vegetation, and over the years, few people will go to the mountain, and few people will mention it.

However, today's Luoyang is no longer the simple teenager he was at the beginning, and after a little memory in his mind, some speculations emerged.

"Although the Black Devil Mountain is inconspicuous, its terrain is intriguing and easy to defend and difficult to attack...... It is an excellent choice for bandits to set up camp. Luoyang's brow frowned slightly.

Thinking back to Mr. Jia's previous mention of the Black Magic Mountain, the appearance of the immediate change of color, Luoyang was almost certain in his heart that the Black Magic Mountain was ...... There must be some domineering existence.

Luoyang didn't intend to forcibly drive away the existence on the Black Magic Mountain, after all, he was already in the cultivation world, and he had special powers that ordinary people did not have, and he didn't want to use the power of cultivation to bully the weak and oppress mortals, not to mention that it can be seen from Mr. Jia's words that what the Black Demon Mountain has done so far is only to occupy that bamboo forest.

In other words, as long as the Black Devil Mountain is always safe, then Luoyang will be able to allow him to live in peace.

If not......

Kill it.

Before nightfall, Luoyang went to Aunt Sun's restaurant, and he didn't reveal his identity, but just sat in the corner by the window, ordered a table of three dishes and one soup that was the same as before, ate it silently, and finally quietly gave a hundred-year-old pill to Aunt Sun, who had taken care of him for many years.

Walking out of the small restaurant, Luoyang walked on the crooked path, and his consciousness could clearly see that in front of a dilapidated window in the small restaurant, the middle-aged woman who was watching herself walk away with a slightly dazed expression.

Luoyang's footsteps finally stopped at a corner of the village, a dilapidated wooden house that seemed to collapse at any moment, and the wooden door was covered with cobwebs, apparently uninhabited for a long time.

This is the house of Uncle Yuan's family, and it is also the place where Uncle Yuan used to wait for ingots.

In the small restaurant, Luoyang accidentally learned that Uncle Yuan was taken away by a mysterious young man a year ago, who seemed unwilling to show his true face and also carried a hat.

"Spiritual power breath ......" Luoyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly turned to look.

That's right, he actually felt a subtle aura of spiritual power in this mansion!

It's not that there are monks in this house, because this spiritual power aura is extremely shallow and may dissipate at any time, which can only mean ...... There were monks who came!

Although Luoyang only has an eighth-layer cultivation of spirit transformation, after all, he has reached the top of the spirit transformation realm, and at this moment, he can judge at a glance that this spiritual power breath is ...... It was appeared a year ago!

"Could it be that the one who picked up Uncle Yuan a year ago was a monk?" Luoyang looked slightly stunned.

He looked down and thought for a moment, and a gleam suddenly bloomed in his eyes, and a slightly absurd guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Ingot Treasure?!"

"Is it possible...... The one who picked up Uncle Yuan was Yuanbao?"

Luoyang's eyes showed a sense of surprise, but he was quickly relieved, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, according to Uncle Yuan's stubborn temperament, he who loves his son is very heartfelt, and he will never leave until he waits for Yuanbao, but a year ago, he was easily picked up, what does this mean?

"Over the past year, I have been worried many times about whether the ingots will be able to escape under the Upper Xuan Killing Array...... At the moment, maybe he also has his own opportunities, but I am too worried. ”

Another big stone in his heart settled, Luoyang breathed a sigh of relief, and finally looked at the dilapidated wooden house, and turned to leave.

The moonlight is clear and the road is quiet.

Half an hour later, Luoyang stood in front of a narrow shop, looking at the dim candlelight behind the half-open and half-hidden wooden door, and suddenly hesitated.

At this moment, a gentle voice came from the door.

"Hehe, the guest officer is here to buy buns?"

I saw a young man hurriedly walking out behind the flour table in front of the door, wiping the sweat from his forehead at the moment, and looking at Luoyang with a smile.

This young man Luoyang is no stranger, it is Uncle Xu's dragon and phoenix fetal son, who is only three months older than Luoyang.

Luoyang bowed slightly, and asked casually: "In Xiaosheng's impression, isn't the owner of this bun shop Mr. Xu Fulai?"

The young man had just picked up the lid of the cage drawer, and now when he heard this, he looked inexplicably stunned, and the wooden cover fell to the ground with a "poof" and rolled out a long way.

Luoyang's eyes under the hat showed a little puzzlement, and it was clear that from the other party's face, he saw anger, as if he had been touched against the scales, but after careful observation for a while, and confirmed that Luoyang was not deliberate, he smiled inexplicably bitterly, and his face was ugly.

The young man hugged his fists, and his voice trembled: "My father hasn't worked for a year, and now this shop is run by Xu Ren." ”

"I see. ”

Luoyang's voice was a little regretful, and he couldn't help but think of the scene two years ago, Uncle Xu smiled and asked himself to come early the next day to eat meat buns.

Who knew that there was a gap of two years.

Luoyang looked at Xu Ren, feeling the other party's sudden disordered breathing, and the tremor in his voice, his eyes were slightly condensed, and there were some doubts in his heart, and his divine sense spread rapidly, looking at the inside of the shop.

Just one glance.

Luoyang's expression was still calm, but there was a howling wind on the street inexplicably.

If a monk is present, he will be able to see at a glance what kind of wind is here.

This is simply a murderous machine that is intense to the extreme!