"Are you really from outside?" the old man seemed incredulous.

"I'm really lost. Ishikawa said lightly.

The old man looked Ishikawa up and down, with a hint of joy on his face, and said, "You come with me." ”

Ishikawa took a few steps and hurriedly said, "Uncle, I still have some things to do and want to get out of here quickly, I don't know if my husband can show me the way." ”

"Then there's no need to worry, it's okay to go home and drink saliva and relieve your fatigue. The old man couldn't help but say, and pulled Ishikawa away.

Along the way, the old man was full of interest, and from time to time asked Ishikawa if he had a family and if he had any relatives. Ishikawa also patiently answered one by one.

For this elder who is like the old village chief of Shijia Village, Ishikawa still has some respect in his heart.

When the old man heard that Ishikawa was not yet married and had no father or mother, his face showed a hint of joy. Naturally, this could not be hidden from Ishikawa's eyes. Ishikawa began to murmur in his heart.

After a short time, the old man led Ishikawa to a small village. There are about a few dozen thatched houses in this village. The old man led Ishikawa forward quickly, and after a short time came to a thatched house, he dragged Ishikawa into it quickly, as if he was afraid of being seen.

"Dad, you're back," a crisp voice came from inside the thatched house.

A sixteen-year-old woman walked out of the room, and although her coarse cloth clothes were wide, they could not hide the delicate figure of this woman. The two watery eyes, as if they could speak, saw Ishikawa, their faces were also shocked, and they asked urgently, "Dad, who is this?"

"This is a friend I just met, Shadow, go close the door, stir-fry a few dishes, and I'll have a few drinks with this little friend. The old man commanded.

"I can't help it" Ishikawa pushed back again and again, originally to ask for directions, how did it turn into drinking.

Although Ishikawa was in the fog and his body and mind had reached the point of extreme fatigue, as soon as Ishikawa touched the ground, he immediately buried the storage bag containing the pickaxe magic weapon.

Ishikawa was afraid that the ancient monk would chase after him with the breath of this mine-pickaxe magic weapon.

Buried the storage bag in the ground, Ishikawa completely hid his spiritual power, and now he is like an ordinary person. Even if the ancient monk found the storage bag, he might not be able to find Ishikawa.

Of course, this is just Ishikawa's for the sake of safety. In fact, if the ancient monk had already noticed the Mine Pickaxe Artifact, it must have been in the mist. It's time to catch up with Ishikawa.

Either way, Ishikawa wanted to get out of here quickly. Find a suitable place to build the foundation. Other than that, there is no interest in anything else.

"My little friend came here and met me again, it's really fate. Why don't you have a few drinks? But the old man wouldn't let Ishikawa go.

"Here" The woman named Ying'er came over with two plates in her hands, a plate of peanuts and a plate of pickled bamboo shoots.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, there's nothing good, so let's make do with it. The old man took a jar of wine and poured a large glass for Ishikawa and himself.

"My husband is so polite. "The food and drinks are arranged, and Ishikawa doesn't seem to have a reason to refuse, and Ishikawa wants to ask how to get out of here.

"Uncle, there is so much fog here, I don't know the direction, and I hope that my husband will show me a way. Ishikawa took a sip of wine and said respectfully.

"It's easy to talk about it, and I'll show you a bright way later. The old man took a sip and drank the wine in the bowl.

Ishikawa just drank the sip of wine, but he couldn't swallow it.

Accustomed to drinking the spirit wine made from various spirit herbs and spirit fruits, Ishikawa is really unacceptable to drink these ordinary wines, and it is just bland and tasteless, and it is actually full of turbidity.

Ishikawa Divine Sense escaped into the Immortal Mansion, took out a small pot of spirit wine made by Ahuizotl, and said, "I have some good wine here, please try it." ”

As soon as the "good wine" flask was brought out, the old man's nose twitched.

At this time, the woman dragged two more dishes in, and when she saw the old man's gluttonous appearance, she couldn't help laughing, "Dad, you are so old, and you are not in shape." ”

The old man pouted his beard, glared, and said, "It's really a big girl, and now I'm laughing at my father." Hurry up and stew the golden thread. ”

The woman glanced at Ishikawa and seemed to understand something. She smiled shyly and turned away.

Ishikawa was a little inexplicable to see.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore, and after Ishikawa poured him full of wine, he gently held up the wine glass with his hand, closed his eyes slightly, shook his head gently, and said with a long sigh: "Good wine, really good wine." "..., take a sip, and you are even more intoxicated and can't extricate yourself. After a long time, the old man opened his eyes, stared at the wine jug tightly and said, "Xiaoyou is really a fellow believer, and there is such a good wine." I think I have drunk countless wines in my life, and it is the first time I have drunk such a beautiful wine. ”

The old man smacked his lips, looking unfinished.

Looking at Ishikawa's expression, I also noticed a lot of changes.

The two of them pushed the cups and changed the lamps, and after a while, there were already four or five cups down. Ishikawa happened to use this spiritual wine to slowly breathe and recover his spiritual power, but no matter how Ishikawa asked, Zhong Lao didn't say a word about Ishikawa's inquiry, and said that he would tell Ishikawa after eating.

"Dad, the golden thread grass is here. The woman came in with a small bowl and placed it in front of Ishikawa, and a fragrance of spiritual power entered Ishikawa's nose.

Ishikawa opened the lid of the bowl, and in the small bowl, there was something like the root of an old tree, and the color was a little dark yellow. But it's meaty.

The fragrance must have emanated from this object.

At this time, Ishikawa realized that this kind of thing called golden thread grass was only such a bowl.

The old man looked at Ishikawa with a smile and said, "Eat it." ”

The woman looked at Ishikawa with a shy face.

"Is this the way this place is hospitable?"

The gaze of the two made Ishikawa a little embarrassed, eat something, as for the two of them watching. Moreover, this golden thread grass is full of spiritual power, it must be a kind of heavenly spirit and earth treasure, and it should have some benefits for cultivation after taking it.

And from the old man's words, this golden thread grass does not seem to be rare. Ishikawa thought that he would ask the old man where the golden thread grass was collected, and he would also pick one and plant it in the immortal mansion.

Of course, Ishikawa didn't eat and drink for nothing, leaving a few pills for the father and daughter could also prolong their lives.

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After three rounds of drinking, Ishikawa's spiritual power has almost recovered.

"Come on...... Keep drinking......" The old man's eyes looked at Ishikawa, and many changes had taken place.

"Bang bang bang" There was a violent knock on the door, coming from outside.

"Daddy, they're here again. The woman looked terrified.

"What are you afraid of?" the old man drank the spiritual wine in the cup and said with a smile: "Open the door." ”

After a while, four or five people entered the room, and the small grass house, which was already very small, was crowded.

"Elder Zhong, I brought a generous gift to propose marriage today, I hope my marriage with Ying'er will be done sooner. A man in his thirties raised his eyebrows, and the person behind him sent several large packages.

"My virtuous son-in-law has been decided, so I won't worry about you. The old man said lightly.

The man laughed a few times and said, "In the valley, except for me, I'm afraid there is no one ......."

Before this person could speak, he saw Ishikawa sitting upright on the side, his nose moved slightly, and his face changed instantly: "You...... You gave him the golden thread to eat?"

The old man nodded with a smile and said, "My son-in-law, is there anything wrong with eating my family's golden thread grass?"

"You...... You ......" The man's face turned pale instantly, and he punched the table, causing a big hole in the table, and the dishes on the table were also shaken up and fell to the ground.

"Who is this kid?" Old man Zhong, you are so bold...... the man said, and he was about to hit Zhong Lao.

However, his fist had not yet touched Zhong Lao, as if he had been grabbed by something invisible, and he was frozen in the air and unable to move.

"Get out" with a cold drink. In this person's mind, although the voice was not loud, it was like a thunderbolt, making this person's face instantly pale and his forehead full of cold sweat.

"You...... Are you an immortal from the outside world?" the man's face changed greatly, "Let's go......"

Four or five people fled in a hurry, leaving only the stunned father and daughter surnamed Zhong.

"Uncle, can you explain it to me. Ishikawa said coldly, from the conversation between the few people just now, Ishikawa seemed to hear the meaning of being used.

"It's a long story, for if a woman is born in our valley, the house will grow into a golden thread. The grass is very delicate and grows very slowly. When the daughter is married, she will be able to grow up. ”

Ishikawa nodded, it is not uncommon for such a treasure to grow for more than ten years before it matures. Zhong Lao actually took out such a valuable gift, obviously full of sincerity, but Ishikawa had no plans to get married. ..., Zhong Lao continued: "In the valley, there is also a custom that daughters get married, and golden thread grass is used as a dowry. In other words, the future uncle will have the opportunity to eat the golden thread grass. And after eating the golden thread grass, not only did his strength multiply, but it was also very useful for cultivating martial arts, and in our valley, he couldn't help but take concubines, so although Liu Heizi already had four wives and concubines, he actually came to marry, I only have a daughter under my knees, and I don't want to watch her marry and suffer. ”

Zhong Ying looked at Ishikawa with a shy face, as if he had already decided that Ishikawa was his husband.

When Ishikawa heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. said: "Uncle, you also heard it just now, I am a person who cultivates the truth, so I ......"

As soon as Ishikawa said this, Zhong Ying's face turned pale instantly, his eyes were full of tears, and he turned around and ran out.

"Anyway, you've already taken the golden thread grass, and this matter is out of your control. Besides, what if you are a cultivator, as long as you come to the valley, you will not have a chance to leave. ”

"How do you say that? Could it be that the old man has seen other cultivators. Ishikawa's face changed slightly.

"Although the old man has only lived for more than 60 years, there are still a few people who have seen the cultivation of the truth. When they first arrived, they were just like you, thinking about how to get out of this place, but after a few days, you understand."

Although Ishikawa knew that this place was an abyss, it should not be a place of ten thousand calamities, and Zhong Lao did not look like a person who was a liar.

Just thinking about it, the old man said again: "There are many so-called cultivators gathered in the five miles west of here, you can go over and have a look." ”

"Thank you, sir. Ishikawa left a bottle of Guyuan Dan and got up to leave.

The old man looked at Ishikawa's distant figure and laughed softly: "Boy, you must come back today." ”

ps: The chapters that are owed will be made up.