Chapter 25: Where is the Road?

Dusk came unexpectedly, in the main hall, in front of the token, on the ground, the two figures were getting longer and longer, and the light of the setting sun shone on the motionless two figures, one tall and one short. One old and one young, no sound, just kneeling, the two of them were already in tears, looking at the token blankly, how much they hoped that someone could give some hints, could give some guidance, and could give some help, but the wind was quiet, the leaves fell all over the ground, rolling up thousands of dust, and there was still no one who could help them.

"Senior uncle, senior uncle, that Murong Chen is back, outside the mountain gate. A little Taoist priest hurriedly ran in, slowly approached Jingyuan, and whispered into his ear. Jing Yuan's eyes lit up and opened, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he whispered a few words at Jing Xuan, Jing Xuan looked at Jing Yuan with a little surprise, and nodded at him.

The two people hurriedly stood up, but they stood up suddenly, and fell to the ground again, it turned out that they had been kneeling for too long, and their legs were numb, so the little Taoist priest hurriedly squatted down, and helped the two of them rub their legs, and after a while, they stood up.

As soon as the two stood up, they said to the little Taoist priest in unison, "Take us to see Murong Chen." The two of them glanced at each other, laughed, and followed the little Taoist priest to hurriedly walk towards the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, Murong Chen watched the people with their families and mouths swarming towards Qingcheng Mountain along the way, and walked down the mountain in disappointment, they were about to leave this land, leaving this land where they were born and raised, the loss, the sadness seemed to be a thick sadness infecting Murong Chen, making his face more and more heavy.

When he walked to the mountain gate. Many people have already set up camp on the ground outside the mountain gate, they are unwilling to leave Qingcheng Mountain, not far from this land, but the legend of the evil ghost makes them involuntarily avoid the village they rely on for survival, and come to Qingcheng Mountain to hide. Although I didn't go into the mountain gate, even outside the mountain gate was a kind of psychological comfort, a kind of spiritual comfort.

Murong Chen came to the mountain gate, knocked on the mountain gate, and a small doorway opened on the door, and the doorway opened. The Taoist priest inside said a little impatiently: "The mountain gate has been sealed. We will not accept you, so please come back. He said it as usual, but when he said it normally, he suddenly noticed the appearance of the person in front of him. The mouth couldn't help but open. Immediately changed his tone.

"Murong Shaoxia. Wait a minute, we'll go and report it. He closed the door and yelled at the man behind him. It means to report it quickly, Murong Chen heard a rush of footsteps gradually disappearing, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, feeling amused by the performance of these Taoist priests.

Murong Chen waited with his hands behind his back at the door, he saw that a large group of people were already lying on the ground outside the mountain gate, with a haggard look on their faces, the expression was already extremely desperate, and the so-called disappointment was also this expression.

Many people gathered around, gossiping, hoping to enter the Taoist temple to avoid the difficulty of the evil ghosts at this time, Murong Chen has become the last hope in their minds at this moment, just like a drowning person grasping the last straw, there is no such thing as he will not let go.

Murong Chen looked at their expectant eyes, and his heart was already extremely sympathetic, but he was not sure whether he could let them enter the mountain gate, so he had to listen to them, nodded incessantly, and sighed from time to time.

The mountain gate creaked open, Jing Xuan and Jing Yuan took the lead to walk out, behind them stood a group of Taoist priests with grim faces and long swords in their hands sealed the mountain gate, and the mountain people surrounding Murong Chen saw the door open, and immediately threw off Murong Chen and rushed towards the mountain gate, but the rows of Taoist priests with long swords danced with swords in their hands, and all the people retreated, looking at the mountain gate with blank eyes, the gate seemed to be the intersection of life and death.

Jingyuan beckoned to Murong Chen and motioned for him to come over. Murong Chen squeezed out of the crowd and walked in front of Jingyuan and Jingxuan in the expectant gaze of everyone. Jingyuan couldn't help the joy in his heart, and said to Murong Chen: "Brother Murong, you're back, let me introduce you, this is my senior brother Jing Xuan, the head of the Qingcheng faction." Senior brother, this is Murong Chen and Murong Shaoxia. ”

"I have seen the head of the sect, and under Murong Chen, I heard that the head of Qingcheng Jingxuan is upright, and it is really worthy of its reputation. Murong Chen saw that although Daoist Jingxuan was injured, he was still an immortal wind bone, and he was proud and proud, and he was very impressed in his heart.

"I'm ashamed, Murong Shaoxia has great kindness to this faction, and I thank you here. "Although Daoist Jingxuan is the head of a faction, he doesn't have a little arrogance, and he is grateful when he opens his mouth, and it seems that he is also a person with advanced cultivation. There is no such thing as the customs and etiquette of the worldly people.

"The Taoist is too modest, it's just a coincidence, it's just a coincidence, and the Taoist doesn't have to mind too much. Murong Chen returned the salute, and he said modestly.

"Senior brother, it's very cold at night here for Brother Murong, so it's better to go into the Taoist temple together for an interview. Jing Yuan saw that Senior Brother and Murong Chen were talking happily, and he was overjoyed, and he was about to let the two of them enter the Taoist Temple for an interview.

"Daoist Jingxuan, there is an uninvited invitation below, can you let these mountain people in, they are also innocent victims, I hope Daoist can be gracious and allowed. Murong Chen looked at the anticipation on the faces of those mountain people, and he spoke.

Jing Xuan looked at the mountain people, looked back at the Taoist priest, his face was a little ugly, he said to Jing Yuan: "This is indeed what we didn't think through, we didn't think about a lot of thoughtfulness, all the people in Jingyuan are put in, closing the mountain gate is not to prevent all people from coming and going, but just not to let our people go up and down the mountain, to prevent nothing from happening, you seem to have misunderstood, save people from fire and water, how can you keep people out? Send people to arrange these people together, and make arrangements for all the rooms to be vacated." By the way, in the future, there are those who want to go up the mountain, and those who want to leave should not be hindered from coming and going. ”

Jingyuan lowered his head and agreed, and waved his hand to the Taoist priest behind, the Taoist priest made a way and separated on both sides, those mountain people were ecstatic, and rushed up to the mountain gate, thinking about the main hall behind under the leadership of a Taoist priest.

After a while, those people walked slowly, Jingyuan took the two people to the back room, arranged for the two to sit down, poured a cup of hot tea for the two of them, and sat down too. Jingyuan said to Murong Chen: "Brother Murong, this is autumn tea, it is the last batch of tea, this tea grows on the cliff, growing in the mist, ordinary people can't pick it, only people who have practiced martial arts and know how to light up the body can pick it, you taste it." Jingyuan warmly recommended.

"Good tea, this tea seems to be an old branch and a stump, but the tea is fragrant, no less than new tea. Murong Chen took a sip, and immediately felt that his lips and teeth were fragrant, and the fragrance filled the entire mouth, and he couldn't help but admire.

"This tea is because it grows on the mountain cliff, there is very little soil between the cliffs, most of them grow in the stone crevices, so the water depends on the rain and fog supply, and the roots themselves can not store water, so the growth is slow, the general tea is picked before the Qingming Festival, this tea can only be picked after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and in the autumn when the fog is the heaviest Chongyang picking is the strongest tea flavor, people without light body skills can not stand on the tea tree to pick, the tea tree is relying on the roots in the stone crevice, itself is not reliable, so ordinary people can not pick, these are also picked when I go to practice。 Jingyuan introduced carefully, it seems that he and Murong Chen are very close to each other, and the two have a life-saving relationship, so they are also chatting very happily.

"What a rare thing, it seems that I want to taste it well. Murong Chen took another sip and tasted it carefully. There was a look of intoxication on his face.

"Brother Murong, if you like it, you can bring a bag with you, there are quite a few anyway. Jing Yuan smiled and looked at Murong Chen's intoxicated appearance, and laughed.

"By the way, how are your injuries? The monster is poisonous, I don't know how poisonous it is? You are not feeling well. Murong Chen chatted with Jing Yuan for a while, and then asked carefully to the two of them.

"That day, we were all injured by the poison in the drinking water, and we couldn't use our internal strength, but we fought with our own strength, so we suffered a lot, and the poison of that ghost thing was not very powerful, but after being hit, the internal force could not be exerted, so now we have to retreat to the Taoist temple in order to fight again. Jing Xuan shook his head and said with a sigh, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the sneak attack that caught him off guard last time, and he was extremely unconvinced, not to mention that so many people had died, even if he was a person with advanced cultivation, he couldn't suppress his anger and wanted revenge.

"Fighting again?" Jing Xin and Murong Chen looked at Jing Xuan with their mouths wide open in surprise, and fell into silence for a while. (To be continued......)