Xu Xianren

Chapter 67 Xu Xianren

The way to identify directions in this world is similar to that of Li Wuxiang’s place, but it is different. It is also divided into southeast, northwest, and northeast, and it can be divided into six southeast, northwest, and northwest.

The six mysterious sects did not gather in one place, but were scattered widely, and each had a vast space around it. The big sect near Jinshui is the True Form Dao that worships the Five Mountains True Form Great Emperor, so the nearby directions are called "North of the Sect, South of the Sect, East of the Sect, and West of the Sect", and the other dioceses are exactly the same.

In the "Southeast, Northwest, and East of the Sect" directions of each diocese, the places where the rule of the six mysterious sects has not penetrated deeply are the areas where the thirty-six orthodox sects and more Dharma sects and scattered cultivators are active.

Although Jinshui is remote, it is also more than 400 miles east of the True Form Dao, and Li Wuxiang has been walking further east these days.

In the first three or four days, there was still a main road, and he passed through two small towns during the period. He met some passers-by on the road and bought a few needles, a small saw, and a small hammer from a peddler at a high price.

After walking for another three or four days, the main road was deserted, and the small road was also looming in the grass. It looked like a completely desolate wilderness. At this time, he could understand why a small town like Jinshui, with hundreds of people and dozens of soldiers, and no city walls, was worried about foreign invasion or banditry.

Because this world is really too desolate. The endless wasteland is scattered in the valleys, plains, and riverbanks between the mountains. The vegetation is lush and fertile. As long as a fire is burned, there should be fertile soil underneath.

If someone really can't live because of the lack of land, running out to open up wasteland should be much better than robbing. But thinking about it carefully, this is not very realistic. Without a path connection, salt and iron are very worrying. There will be many wild animals in the wasteland, and safety will also be a problem. The people of Jinshui are not living well. Chen Xin said that he had several conflicts with Lijiawan over land issues before. It seems that in addition to these reasons, there should be more dangerous factors.

Maybe it's a demon or something like that. Although he hadn't run into one in the past few days, Zeng Jianqiu said that there are indeed demons and monsters in this world. In the seemingly uninhabited mountains and wilderness, there will be another kind of rules and another kind of sovereignty.

Along the way, he had also seen some long-abandoned paths in the wilderness, and even found a few stone bricks that had been eroded by wind and rain. I think they were part of a magnificent building in the past. He wondered if it was left over from the Ye Dynasty - it is said that the Ye Dynasty was extremely prosperous in the past, and the densely populated areas today are only a very small part of the Ye Dynasty.

He couldn't figure it out after thinking about it. The Six Departments of Xuanjiao should understand that even if the cultivators are no longer mortals, they still come from mortals. A long time ago, there was a Ye Dynasty, which was called prosperous and populous. Why don't we create a few courts to control the people so that people can recuperate and produce more talented cultivation seeds? No matter how brutal and tyrannical the rule is, it should be much better than it is now, right?

Since the Six Sects of Mysterious Sect still has a parish, it doesn’t seem like they don’t care about this.

He walked and thought all the way, and on the tenth day, he seemed to have finally emerged from the wilderness - he led the horse slowly from the muddy riverside shallows to the shore, and after passing through the bushes, there was an open area in front of him.

There were still weeds on the ground, but there was a clear boundary line with the woodland by the river - it was a small forest that looked newly grown only a few years ago. This means that someone should have reclaimed wasteland here in the past, but it was abandoned later, and then it was occupied by wild trees and weeds.

Li Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief. He had been using the sun and the moon to locate himself these days, and there was no ready-made road. He often had to go around the mountains and cross the river. He was always worried that he was slowly going in the wrong direction. But when he saw such a wasteland, he knew that he would not be so wrong.

The Thirty-Six Orthodox Sects are actually a bit like the small Six Sects of Xuanjiao. Some people also live near the sects, and gradually gather into slightly larger towns. The land in front of us may have been cultivated by the people nearby in the past.

He walked forward for a while and finally found a path hidden in the weeds. Then he got on his horse and continued to walk along the road.

When it was getting dark, it was the first time in seven or eight days that he saw artificial buildings - it should have been a village in the past, much smaller than Jinshui, but now only ruins are left. Small trees popped out from the houses. From a distance, they looked a bit like garden landscaping, but when you get closer, you find that there is no roof to cover your head, and it can only block the wind a little.

But when the path reached this place, it gradually widened, and Li Wuxiang also found horse manure on the road. Although it had been dried by the wind, it meant that someone would occasionally pass by this road. Compared with the scene along the way, it can be called a "bustling traffic".

He jumped off his horse and found a house with only three broken walls next to the road. He went in and smelled, listened, and looked to make sure there were no rat holes or snake holes inside. Then he pushed a little harder to make sure the remaining walls were still solid.

At this time, the sky, which had been gloomy during the day, was covered with thick clouds and gradually pressed down. The wind started again, full of moisture, making the surrounding weeds and horsehair tremble. It was time for a heavy rain.

Li Wuxiang led the horse into the broken house, took out half a hollow broken brick from the bag on the horse's back, and used a dagger to chisel a hole in the wall, just enough for the brick to fit in. Then he inserted another thin wooden board into the broken edge of the broken brick, and grabbed the talisman paper in his hand--

The man and the horse got into the brick.

This half of the brick was secretly stuffed into his package by Xue Baoping, and he also drew the appearance of the talisman that Zhao Qi left for her - it looked like the word "prison", but the "person" inside really looked like a villain. . Li Wuxiang used the remaining Ranshan Bamboo paper to draw it with difficulty. It was really useful.

He first slowly coaxed the black horse to lie down on his side to rest, and then walked to the break of the remaining bricks. The thin wooden board now looked like a wooden wall covered with vertical thorns, and he could see the night outside through the gaps in the edge.

Then it started to rain. The raindrops beat on the walls, grass, and ground, and the sound is like muffled thunder with different rhythms, while the real thunder in the sky is as distant and distant as the sound of strong wind.

After waiting for a while, some raindrops splashed on the wooden board and flowed down the edge, turning into a trickle. Li Wuxiang took off his clothes and hat, dipped his hands in water, and slowly applied it all over his body. These days, exposed to the wind and sun, his exposed parts were peeled and had some small cracks, but now they were all docile at the sight of water. After applying it a few times, it becomes smooth again.

After the water on his face dried up, he ate something to replenish the skin and the tentacles below. Then, while listening to the sound of rain outside, he used the small saw he bought before to cut off the wooden strips from the board. , began to continue building tables, chairs and beds.

These things can be brought in from outside. When he was taking shelter from the wind on the road, he had tied a lounge chair with vines and branches under a tree. But when I went out and came back, the lounge chair had become extremely strange-the vines and branches merged into one, as if they were born together. The recliners lost their appearance and turned into a strange pile, as if they had been placed haphazardly by children.

After a few more experiments, he knew that the relationship between the world inside the residual brick and the outside was not a simple relationship between small and large. When people were not in it, everything here seemed weird and twisted, and only the things created inside were Only then can it exist for a long time. When he first came to the second floor, he saw some bulging bumps on the alchemy furnace used by Zhao Puppet. At the time, he thought it had some ulterior purpose, but now he understands it. His thing must have been cast there, so it has a very rough appearance.

After more than half an hour, he finished building the chair. It was made of mortise and tenon joints, but the craftsmanship was not refined, it didn't look beautiful, and it wasn't strong or strong either, but it was enough to carry such a light human skin like his.

Li Wuxiang put away the small saw and hammer, moved the chair to the door, sat down, and breathed out comfortably like a living person.

Then I heard other sounds besides the rain - footsteps on the mud, water-soaked clothes slapping against my skin, a wide bamboo hat splitting the rain curtain, it seemed like someone had also rushed into this abandoned house.

Li Wuxiang got up from the chair, walked to the gap and looked outside. He couldn't see the whole thing from this height. He could only see a wet body in the darkness, and he was leading a horse... no, a white-mouthed donkey.

The man unloaded a roll of linoleum cloth from the donkey's back, and shook it violently in the heavy rain before it dispersed, stirring up a large amount of mist. Then he listened to the clanging sound and felt the vibration of the half of the remaining bricks, and the sound of rain suddenly disappeared - the man leaned against the wall and built a simple awning with linoleum cloth.

The donkey was howling in the rain outside. The man quickly brought the donkey in and placed it in a corner of the awning. He also took off an earthen jar from the donkey's back, took out a fire stick from the earthen jar and blew on it a few times. Peering into the jar, it's time to ignite the charcoal or something inside.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put down the cupping pot, and squatted against the wall to warm himself up.

Li Wuxiang saw his face clearly while dipping his face in water and slowly rubbing it. He was a man, about thirty years old, with dull and rough skin, and deep cuts at the corners of his mouth. He was shivering from the wind and rain. He squatted down and closed his eyes, placing his hands on his abdomen, as if he was planning to use energy to ward off the cold. But after a while, it seemed that the cold was unbearable, so I simply hugged the crock pot in my arms.

After hugging for a while, it was time to warm up, so I put down the earthen pot and took out a sword from my waist. I first looked at the sword blade carefully through the dim red light in the pot. I seemed to see a rust mark, and I immediately felt distressed. He frowned and smacked his lips, took out a handkerchief from the leather pouch on the donkey's back, and carefully polished the sword.

But before the sword was wiped, he suddenly straightened his body and changed his posture into a half-crouch, with the elbow holding the sword back, and looked into the darkness of the rain curtain——

"Friend, friend, can you come in and take shelter from the rain?" Li Wuxiang heard another voice in the darkness and was very embarrassed. "The rain is too heavy. My poncho is broken. I can just borrow a corner of the precious land to hide for a while!" "

The swordsman frowned and looked outside for a while, with a somewhat hesitant look on his face. Li Wuxiang thought he would refuse, but he heard him say: "Okay, come in. The ground is slippery in the rain, my friend, come here slowly."

"Yes, yes, you are a kind person." The man in the rain slowly approached. He looked a little older, about forty years old. But instead of wearing short clothes like a swordsman, he wore a Taoist robe that stuck to his body. He bowed and spread his hands, holding a sheathed sword in his hand. When he walked outside the awning, he first inserted the sword into the water shelter at the edge of the awning, and then moved it sideways. In two steps, he walked to the other side of the awning and squatted down.

The swordsman also put the sword in his hand across his knees again, turned slightly to the side, wiped the blade again, and slowly stuffed the handkerchief into his cuff.

The Taoist priest who came in dressed up and wiped the water on his face, untied the Taoist bun on his head, twisted the water, looked at the earthen pot on the ground, and then looked at the white-mouthed donkey: "Your house is really complete, alas. All my belongings were buried in the river yesterday, and I’m the only one left. What do you call a friend?”

The swordsman nodded and smiled: "Call me Lao Guo."

"Okay, okay, you look like a swordsman in this outfit."

"Don't dare, I'm just a swordsman. Where are you, my friend?"

"Just call me Lao Deng, and don't make fun of me. A monk has no name or surname."

The two smiled at each other again and stopped talking. After a while, Lao Deng tied up his hair in a bun again, took a deep breath, and rubbed his arms: "It's almost summer, and the weather is getting cold, ugh."

As he spoke, he looked around, but the ground was covered with soaked grass and trees, so he touched the wall again - this wall used to be built with straw mixed with loess, and he slowly moved from the wall I put a handful of dry straw on the top and gathered a handful of it. I shook off the dust in my hands and threw it into the jar. Seeing that Lao Guo didn't object, I just threw it in and a small wave of water rose up. of flame.

Lao Guo also sheathed his sword, placed it against the wall, and moved the cupping pot towards Lao Deng. After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of dry biscuit from the skin bag on the donkey's back, ate a few bites, then tore off a small piece and handed it over while squatting: "Brother, fill your stomach?"

Lao Deng looked flattered and said quickly: "Spend money, spend money, okay, okay."

He took it with both hands, held the small piece of cake and lowered his head slightly to express his gratitude.

At this moment, Li Wuxiang saw Lao Guo flick his fingers, and a small paper man was attached to Lao Deng's dripping shoulder.

The two regained some distance. Lao Guo slowly chewed the pancake, while Lao Deng held the pancake, took a deep breath, and frowned: "Why do I smell a strange smell around here?"

Lao Guo also sniffed: "What does it smell like?"

Lao Deng said: "If you smell it again, are you... of jackals, tigers, leopards... of..."

Before he finished speaking, his body trembled suddenly and the cake in his hand fell to the ground. His face became stiff and stiff, and he squatted there, his limbs twisted slightly, and Li Wuxiang found that his posture became exactly the same as the swordsman Lao Guo.

At this time, Lao Guo also threw away most of the dry biscuits in his hand and fell to the ground. As soon as he made such a move, Lao Deng immediately twisted his body and fell to the ground like him, completely exposing the villain behind him——

The paper figure on his back seemed to be alive, and was slowly dancing its limbs, imitating Lao Guo's movements, and seemed to have Lao Deng under complete control. Lao Guo then snorted and shouted: "Stop!"

The little paper man immediately stopped moving, and Old Deng also fell to the ground. Except for the ability to turn his eyes and open his mouth, he could not move at all.

Lao Guo drew out his long sword, stepped over with a bow, and raised his hand to stab Lao Deng in the neck.

Lao Deng shouted hurriedly: "Wait a minute, we have no grudges or grudges——"

Lao Guo snorted coldly: "You have no other intention and would deliberately squeeze into my shed? You go to Netherworld and follow... follow..."

The tip of his sword was only an inch away from Lao Deng's neck, but he couldn't stab it - first his fingers twitched, then his limbs twitched, the sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and he fell to the ground with a thud, following Lao Deng. Come face to face.

Only then did Lao Deng make a vague noise: "I told you to smell it, I told you to smell it, it smells good! Do you smell the fragrance in that jar? Does my Wumi Dan smell fragrant? Huh?"

Lao Guo also took a sip of the mud in his mouth and slurred his words: "Bah, I won't take away the soul-catching talisman, just lie with me. After a while, the potion wears off, I will kill you! I will repay you with revenge." Shit!"

The two started to quarrel, and Li Wuxiang found it interesting - Zeng Jianqiu was right, walking in this world, you have to be careful everywhere. The two didn't seem to know each other, but they saw each other on a rainy night and immediately began to plot against each other.

Lao Deng's so-called "Five Mysterious Pills" should have been put in when he was adding straw to the earthen pot just now, and Lao Guo's "soul-catching talisman" was taken when he was passing the food. But as Zeng Jianqiu said, they couldn't figure out what the other's methods were. They were both obsessed with each other, but they just didn't know whether Lao Guo's medicine wore off first or the wild beast on the roadside came first.

He walked back to the chair and sat down, planning to wait until the two of them fainted, then jump out and catch them all, and ask about what was going on nearby.

As soon as I sat down, I heard Lao Deng curse again——

"I tell you, I accepted Xu Xianren's invitation to go to Ranshan to find the treasure. You delayed me... you will be in bad luck with him! Xu Xianren, you know! He said that whoever finds him will let him go. Who will be the leader of Ranshan?"

Lao Guo was stunned and immediately said: "You too?!"

Lao Deng was also stunned: "What do you mean...you too?!"

Li Wuxiang slowly leaned his back on the chair.

Xu Xianren, what is this? So loud?

Chapter to chapter, 4867 words. Let me reiterate, the number of words is not determined by the number of pages! It’s not about the number of pages! It’s not about the number of pages!