"Friends are polite."

The Taoist priest replied, and seemed to have discovered Qin Chuan's extraordinary, and he didn't dare to slack off.

Qin Chuan smiled slightly.

Most of these Taoist priests are from the villagers in this village, and they are simple by nature, and it is impossible for them to have experienced the killing of that cultivator. And in this way, you don't have to worry about it much.

Immediately, he raised his head, looked at the statue, and shook his head.

"In the lower eye, this god looked at it for a long time, and he didn't see who the immortal venerable was. ”

"Not really. ”

The Taoist priest explained, "This Ning Si Hall is not dedicated to Taoist Immortal Venerables, and it is normal for Your Excellency not to see it. However, after so many years, you are still the first Taoist to visit here. ”

"Oh?"

Qin Chuan's face was suspicious, "I don't know if my brother can elaborate?"

"It was many years ago. We were in the middle of nowhere, and we didn't believe in anything, but that year, a disaster happened. Alas......"

As he spoke, the Taoist priest looked bitter and sighed.

"How?"

"More than 20 years ago, there was a flash flood and mudslide here, and once at night, the water mixed with mud and rocks hit the village, killing and injuring countless people. However, fortunately, an immortal chief appeared and saved everyone, so in the end it did not lead to destruction and left the village today. No, this Ning Si Tang is to commemorate that immortal elder. ”

"Hoo ......"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan let out a long sigh of relief, and couldn't help but glance at the stone statue.

Those who cultivate the truth should be so helpful to the world. That immortal chief is indeed worthy of his own respect.

But......

"I don't know what the name of that immortal is?"

Qin Chuan asked. Since it was more than 20 years ago, the immortal chief of Fuximen, who saved everyone, must still be alive now. The people of Fuximen basically know it themselves, so who is it?

Hearing this, the Taoist priest suddenly smiled:

"You're the second person to ask today. ”

“？”

Suddenly, Qin Chuan was slightly stunned, "The second one?"

"Yes, earlier, a girl in red came and asked like that. But unlike you, that girl is not from my Taoism, and she has an entourage. ”

"Red clothes?"

Qin Chuan was suspicious in his heart, and inexplicably had some strange feelings.

In my mind, the long dress that was as red as blood flashed in a flash. The people of Fuximen, twenty years ago, the predecessors I didn't know, the woman in red, and the flickering candles in this hall......

Don't......

"The immortal chief who saved the village, what's his name?"

Qin Chuan continued to ask, and before he knew it, his voice was already a little deep.

"The immortal chief originally lived on the mountain to the west, but he came down because of the change of that night, and soon after that, he disappeared again, and we don't know what to call him. However, it seems to be surnamed Mu. ”

Admire......

Zihan!

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's face changed, and everything confirmed his guess in his heart. That immortal chief is Zihan's father, and the woman who came here before is most likely Mu Zihan. Although this Taoist priest said that the other party brought an entourage, since Zihan had entered the dark gate, it was not impossible to bring an entourage.

With Half Moon's scheming, it is more likely that he is spying on Mu Zihan.

"Where did the woman go?"

Qin Chuan asked coldly, his face becoming more and more ugly.

"This ...... I don't know. ”

Immediately, the Taoist priest replied with a little horror. It seemed that he couldn't figure out why Qin Chuan, who was originally humble and polite, suddenly became so terrifying, and that momentum made him almost breathless.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan also felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly tried his best to calm down, and asked again:

"Then where is the mountain where the immortal chief you said lives?"

"Just to the west, many pear trees used to be planted, but they were destroyed after the flash flood. However, it is still called a pear orchard, if it is not easy to find, just find someone to ask. ”

"Liyuan ......"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan whispered.

The place that has plagued me for many years, it seems, has finally found the answer.

"Thank you, farewell. ”

Immediately, he didn't care about the middle-aged Taoist priest, bowed extremely respectfully to the statue on the shrine, and hurried out of the door. All the mysteries are finally coming to a clear.

The change of the pear orchard in the past.

made Zihan, a disciple of Fuxi, hate Fuximen so much, which led to today's results.

There, I was finally found by myself!

“......”

Out of Ning Sitang, Qin Chuan did not immediately go to the west.

The quiet village, with little cooking smoke, and the old people and children under the trees, are so simple. After looking around, Qin Chuan was already sure that this was not an illusion set up by someone like last time.

This time, it's true.

"Whew!"

In an instant, ignoring the surprised gazes of the surrounding villagers, Qin Chuan suddenly jumped forward, turned into a flash of light, and flew towards the place where the pear orchard was.

......

"Ah......h

A crow chirped from nowhere, and it was extremely poignant.

The pear blossoms in the sky are like the snow in the middle of winter, and they are white.

The wind is blowing. Although he has a good way of being good, he has long been ignorant of the severe cold, but at this moment, Qin Chuan actually felt some outright coldness. The corners of the clothes of the Taoist clothes rose slowly against the wind.

"Bell ......"

With a shudder, the dragon's spine appeared in his hand.

A boulder on the top of the mountain collapsed, and it fell in the middle of the pear orchard, causing many tree trunks around to tilt down, and a huge crack in the mud was shocking. However, the rocks were covered with moss, the soil was sprinkled, and the grass was green, and it looked like it had been some year.

Presumably, it was caused by the flash flood that year.

However, what made Qin Chuan's face gloomy were the other traces left in this pear orchard.

On one side, half of the trees were cut off by brushing, and at this moment many new branches had grown on the bare trunk rings, and there were even more weeds, and it was a mess, while on the other side, the old soil, washed smooth by muddy water, was not a single grass, and in this way, a vacuum was created in the pear orchard.

If it weren't for the fight between cultivators, it would never have led to this.

In addition, there are scenes of such fiascos everywhere. I can still vaguely feel how tragic a killing battle once happened here must have been.

At that time, the young Zihan was here, did he escape with his life?

Fuximen, which has always prided itself on the right path, has had such cruel times.

In this way, the sanctimonious manner.

The wind, again.

On the few remaining pear trees, the pear blossoms were blown away and drifted far away with the wind.

"It's been a long time, but I can't see any information. ”

Qin Chuan sighed, a little disappointed.

This pear orchard has been destroyed by the flash flood, and the traces of the cultivation of the true fighting method have gradually been covered up and buried deep in the soil over time. The only thing that can be known is that once upon a time, there was indeed a huge confrontation here, which was not something that ordinary cultivators could do.

Except, those so-called "high-ranking people".

However, under such a conflict of life and death, how did the young Zihan save his life?

Thinking about it, Qin Chuan continued to cling to the dragon's back, surrounding the falling boulder in the center, trying to probe some more information. Under their feet, the grass was messy, but I didn't know how much blood they had been stained with.

"It's ......"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's face changed.

Behind the boulder, a wooden house was half overwhelmed, and the door beam was torn, but there was a staircase and half a door frame, standing in front of the boulder, and it was extremely desolate.

However, at this moment, on the top of the steps, there is actually ......

“......”

Qin Chuan's face sank, a faint smell of incense constantly wafted between his noses, and a pair of eyes were staring at the half-burned white candle on the steps, and a few freshly picked fruits were scattered alone.

"Zihan?"

With a doubt in his heart, he suddenly looked around.

"Zihan!"

......

Twilight.

The continuous spring rain is quietly sprinkled.

Between heaven and earth, the rain and fog were hazy. The village before was plunged into darkness.

On the path in the field, Qin Chuan walked without saying a word, and the raindrops continued to fall, creating a layer of mist around his body. There was no one around, and it seemed extremely lonely.

Between heaven and earth, it was as if he was the only one left.

In the pear orchard just now, it is clear that someone has worshipped, and since Mu Zihan has come to Ning Sitang, it is very likely that she is the one who went to the pear orchard to worship. At this time, the search was fruitless, so Qin Chuan decided to return to the Ning Si Hall and ask for some useful information as much as possible.

The rain continued, but it seemed silent.

Qin Chuan walked step by step, but his steps couldn't help but get slower and slower.

Finally, stopped.

"Not true. ”

Suddenly, Qin Chuan frowned and muttered to himself.

In this rain and mist, he clearly smelled the smell of blood, although he was washed away a lot by the rain, but he continued to experience such killing in his two lives, no matter how hidden he was, he could definitely smell it.

Something happened!

Suddenly, Qin Chuan relied on the void to resist the wind, and disappeared in place.

Spring thunder rolls, and the sky is dark.

At this time, Qin Chuan stood in front of Ning Sitang a little dejectedly, silent. Around, corpses were everywhere, and the rain washed the blood everywhere, and it was red. The whole village, young and old, women and children, was brutally killed, and none of them survived. A bereaved dog barks incessantly, but it is like a lamentation.

The mountain villages that were still alive a few hours ago are ...... at this moment

It's hell on earth!

"How so?"

Qin Chuan's expression was painful, but there was a burst of anger, constantly impacting the blood crystals in the dantian.

In front of him, the plaque of Ning Sitang was cut in half by the True Yuan Sword Qi, half of it hung diagonally on the roof, while the other half fell to the ground, and gradually fell silent in the blood and water all over the ground.

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's ears and eyes moved, and he hurried towards the side outside the village.

No matter who caused such a tragedy in front of his eyes, he must pay for it with his life!

"Whew!"

"Whew!

Soon, Qin Chuan had already shuttled between the mountains and forests at a rapid pace, ignoring the mud and thorns, grasping the remaining true yuan aura in the air, the dragon's spine was sacrificed, the killing intent was in full bloom, and he kept tracking away.

Eventually, he stared and landed in the woods.

Under his feet, a bloodstain gradually melted into the rain.

Suddenly, I saw Qin Chuan slowly squatting down, and leaned out with one hand, but he trembled slightly. Until he touched the blood water, his complexion suddenly changed drastically, and he was shocked.

A pair of eyes, blood-colored surfaced.