Night falls quietly.
Ye Chen stepped down and set foot on Zhongtong earth.
He was covered in black and stepped on a flying sword. He was very low-key. This is Zhongtong earth, which is the absolute ruling area of bloodthirsty hall. Once his whereabouts are exposed, it is difficult for him and the Taoist body to cope with it.
A night without a word, the twinkling of an eye dawn.
When the light of the morning sun all over the earth, ye Chen stopped to fall from the air and stopped in front of an ancient town.
Qingxian ancient town!
Glancing at the stone tablet standing in front of the ancient town, he saw the four characters engraved on it. He took a deep breath and walked in with his feet raised.
The ancient town is not big, simple and natural, hidden in the mountains and forests, quiet and quiet, such as a hermit, do not ask about ordinary things.
It seems that everything is so peaceful here. The streets are paved with rocks, the ancient trees on both sides are covered with vines, the country roads are winding, the bamboo houses are well arranged, and the murmur of the stream can be heard.
All the way in, ye Chen keeps looking around, but his eyebrows are a few times light wrinkling.
In the street, there were pedestrians in twos and threes. Most of them were farmers carrying hoes and hunters holding long swords. Strangely, they were all mortals.
With the deepening of his life, ye Chen only felt that he was in a peaceful state of mind.
I don't know when he stopped under an old tree.
The old trees are thick and tall, but they are irregular. There are at least thousands of rings. The vines are twined like a dragon, and there are also several strands hanging from the sky.
Since the old tree took back his eyes, ye Chen looked under the tree. There sat an old man, dressed in coarse linen, with an old face and gray hair. He had passed his twilight years, and his whole body was full of vicissitudes of life.
However, he was a blind man, with no flicker in his cloudy old eyes.
The old man was holding a small piece of wood in his hand. He was carving wood very slowly. He was not impatient and impatient. Every time he cut a knife, he did not stop. The sawdust kept falling off. In the meantime, the small piece of wood gradually appeared the rudiment of human beings.
"Old man, ask about yourself." Ye Chen's tone is very humble, "there is an old man named Zhouyi here."
"I am." The old man gave a gentle smile.
"Are you Ye Chen Leng for a moment, not from up and down to look up the old man, he has no spiritual root, is absolutely a mortal.
"The man I was looking for, master Di fan, turned out to be a mortal." Ye Chen murmured.
"No friars." Ye Chen's divine consciousness was scattered and shrouded in the ancient town of Qingxian. He did not find any monks. He could not imagine how an ancient town without monks would be afraid of the bloodthirsty hall.
"Baby, come on, sit down." When ye Chen murmured, the old man took time to pat his side, indicating Ye Chen to sit under the old tree.
Ye Chen did not speak, found a tree vine to sit down, still looking at the old man, he really can not think, how a mortal can help him.
"Vigorous, young is good!" The old man opened his mouth, his words were peaceful and his face was kind. "When I was your age, I was wandering all over the world. I always wanted to return home in good clothes. In the end, my youth's head turned white."
"Master, are you really the book of changes?" Ye Chen looks at the old man tentatively, but still doesn't believe it.
"The name is just a code name." The old man said with a smile, "if you like, call me Li Yi."
"I don't mean to offend you." Ye Chen said in a hurry and said, "I'm looking for my wife. Master Di Fan said that maybe you can help me."
With that, ye Chen also took out the jade card that di fan gave him.
"I am a mortal, and he really thinks highly of me." The old man is still burying himself in carving wood carvings.
"But the younger generation can see that you are not an ordinary mortal." Ye Chen took a deep breath, can Di fan take out the jade card, can let the bloodthirsty palace fear, the fool all thought that in front of this old man is not simple.
"Yes, I am not a different mortal, because I am a fortune teller." The old man laughed as if he were making fun of himself.
"I really miss my wife. Please help me." Ye Chen is full of hope, voice with a little pleading, stronger than his heaven God, now also put down his arrogance to ordinary people.
"I know who you're looking for." The old man gently smiles, but gently shakes his head, "but I can't help you."
As soon as he said this, ye Chen's tight body immediately relaxed. He didn't ask the old man to tell him where chuxuan was. He just needed to show him the direction.
However, the greater the hope is, the greater the disappointment will be. He has worked so hard to come here, but what he has got is nothing.
Under the old trees, I fell into silence, just like this ancient town. There was only the rustling sound of the old man's knife rubbing against the wood.
I don't know when, ye Chen just got up and bowed to the old man, "elder, nagging."
Under the autumn wind and fallen leaves, his back is a little bleak, his pace is a little hesitant, I don't know where to go.
"All I know is that you have something she's afraid of. She's hiding from you." Behind him, the old man, who had not spoken for a long time, came the ethereal words.
"Something to fear?" At the last moment, ye Chen, who looked lonely, suddenly turned around. His breath was a little short, and his body looked at the old man tightly, "master, do you know what it is.""I don't know." The old man shook his head helplessly.
"Thank you for your help." Ye Chen again arched a salute, turned and stepped.
This time, his pace is much more stable, although his back is still bleak, but it is not so lonely.
At least, he made clear one thing, not that he couldn't find Chu Xuan, but that Chu Xuan was hiding from him.
He walked away, but the old man under the old tree raised his head. Although he was blind, he was muddy and old-fashioned, but he was looking at the direction of Ye Chen's departure.
In his hand, he held the wood carving that had just been carved, and he did not speak for a long time.
The wood carving is a woman. It's lifelike. Every grain is very attentive. It looks like it's fresh. If you look at it carefully, you can see her twinkle and smile, which makes people excited.
If ye Chen was here, he would be surprised, because the woodcarving was not someone else. It was Chu Xuan he was looking for.
The figure of the old man under the old tree is magnified infinitely in the magic sky water curtain in the hall of tianxuanmen. Standing on the cliff in front of the magic sky water curtain, his eyes almost narrowed into a thin line, and his eyebrows also wrinkled a few times.
"Lord, this book of changes Fu cliff side head, looking at one side of the East Huang Tai heart.
"No friar." Donghuang Taixin whispered softly.
"No friar?"
"This is a different kind of friars." Donghuang Taixin said slowly, "the evolution of the mystery is unparalleled in the world. What this pulse cultivates is to deduce divine skill, which is between the critical point of the friars and the mortals. With zero combat power, it can push heaven and earth, but they don't know that the secrets of heaven can't be disclosed. People in this vein can't end well."
"The thing that Chu Xuan was afraid of was Fu Ya tentatively looks at Dong Huang Tai Xin.
"The book of changes is only half right. The immortal sword is hiding from the eye of immortal wheel, and the eye of immortal wheel is not hiding and killing the immortal sword."