Chapter 900 Qingxian Ancient Town

Night falls silently.

Ye Chen stepped down and stepped on the land of Zhongtong.

He put on a black robe and stepped on the flying sword. He was very low-key. This is the land of Zhongtong. This is the domain absolutely ruled by the Bloodthirsty Temple.

Silent night, dawn in the blink of an eye.

When the light of the morning sun filled the earth, Ye Chen stopped before falling from the sky and stopped in front of an ancient town.

Qingxian Ancient Town!

Glancing at the stele standing in front of the ancient town, and seeing these 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 depths of the mountains and forests, quiet and quiet, like a hidden master, not asking about the mundane.

It seems that everything is so peaceful here. The streets are paved with mountains and stones, the old trees on both sides are covered with rattan, the winding paths in the country are quiet, and the bamboo houses are scattered.

Walking in all the way, Ye Chen kept looking around, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

There were twos and threes of pedestrians on the street, most of them were farmers with hoes, and there were also hunters with long geese. The strange thing was that they were all mortals.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Continuing to deepen, Ye Chen only felt peace of mind, and the dust all the way was precipitated by the tranquility of the ancient town.

Suddenly, he stopped under an old tree.

This old tree is thick and tall, but irregular, at least several thousand years old. The vines are entwined like a horned dragon, and there are also a few strands hanging from the sky.

Since the old tree withdrew his gaze, Ye Chen looked under the tree, there was an old man sitting there, dressed in sackcloth and linen, with an old face and gray hair.

However, he was a blind man, and there was no glint in his turbid old eyes.

The old man is holding a small piece of wood in his hand, and he is carving wood carving. He carves very slowly, without rushing or rushing, with one knife at a time, the movement is not interrupted, the sawdust keeps falling off, and the small piece of wood gradually takes shape.

"Old man, I asked you to inquire about someone." Ye Chen's tone was very humble, "There is an old senior named Zhou Yi here."

"I am." The old man smiled gently.

"You are?" Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help looking up and down the old man. He had no spiritual roots and was definitely a mortal.

"The person that Senior Difan asked me to find turned out to be a mortal person." Ye Chen murmured.

"Not a single monk." Ye Chen's consciousness spread out and enveloped the ancient town of Qingxian. He never found a monk. He couldn't imagine how an ancient town without monks would make the bloodthirsty temple fearful.

"Little baby, come, sit." When Ye Chen murmured, the old man took time to pat his side and motioned Ye Chen to sit under the old tree.

Ye Chen didn't speak, he found a vine and sat down, still looking at the old man, he really couldn't figure out how a mortal could help him.

"Vibrant, young is good!" The old man spoke, his words were calm, and his face was kind, "When I was your age, I was also wandering around the world, always thinking of returning home, and in the end, my head was white!"

"Senior, are you...really Zhou Yi?" Ye Chen looked at the old man tentatively, but still didn't quite believe it.

"The name is just a code name." The old man smiled lightly, "If you want, you can call me Li Yi."

"Junior doesn't intend to offend." Ye Chen said hurriedly, Daoming's intention, "I'm looking for my wife, Senior Difan said, maybe you can help me."

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Ye Chen also took out the jade card that Difan gave him.

"I'm a mortal, and he really looks down on me." The old man was still burying his head in carving wood.

"But the junior can see that you are not an ordinary mortal, senior." Ye Chen took a deep breath, Neng Tifan took out the jade token, which made the Bloodthirsty Hall fearful, and the fool could imagine that the old man in front of him was not easy.

"Yes, I am indeed not a different mortal, because I am a fortune teller." The old man smiled, as if he was making fun of himself.

"I really miss my wife, please help me." Ye Chen was full of hope, with a little pleading in his tone, stronger than his heavenly Lord, and now he has let go of his arrogance to mortals.

"I know who you are looking for." The old man smiled gently, but shook his head gently, "But I can't help you."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen's tense body relaxed instantly. He didn't beg the old man to tell Chu Xuan where he was, he just needed to show him the direction.

It's just that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He has worked so hard to come here, but what he got is nothing.

Under the old tree, it fell into silence, just like this ancient town, only the rustling sound of the old man's knife rubbing against the small wood.

I don't know when, Ye Chen just got up and bowed his hands to the old man, "Senior, I'm bothering you."

Under the autumn wind and leaves, his back was slightly bleak, his steps were a little hesitant, and he didn't know where to go.

"I only know that you have something she is afraid of, and she is hiding from you." Behind him, the old man who hadn't spoken for a long time, came the faint words.

"Something to fear?" Ye Chen, who was still looking lonely just a moment ago, turned around suddenly, panting a little, and looked at the old man tensely, "Senior, do you know what it is."

"I don't know." The old man shook his head helplessly.

"Thank you senior for clarifying your doubts." Ye Chen bowed his hands again, turned around and started walking.

This time, his pace was much more steady, and although his back was still bleak, he was not so lonely.

At least, he figured out one thing, it wasn't 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, his cloudy old eyes were looking at the direction Ye Chen was leaving.

In his hand, he held the wood carving that had just been carved, and he did not speak for a long time.

The woodcarving is a woman, and the carving is lifelike. Every pattern is very careful. It seems to be fresh. If you look at it carefully, you can see her frown and smile, which makes people move.

If Ye Chen was here, he would be surprised, because the wood carving was not someone else, but the Chu Xuan he was looking for.

The figure of the old man under the old tree was infinitely magnified in the Huantian Water Curtain in the Tianxuanmen Hall. Standing on the cliff in front of the Huantian Water Curtain, his eyes narrowed into a thin line, and his eyebrows also slightly twitched. wrinkle.

"Holy Master, this week Yi..." Fu Ya turned his head and looked at Donghuang Taixin on the side.

"No Xiu Tianshi." Donghuang Taixin whispered softly.

"No cultivator?"

"This is an outlier in the world of monks." Donghuang Taixin said slowly, "The evolution of mystery is unparalleled in the world. This line of cultivation is to deduce magical techniques. It is between the critical point of monks and mortals, and the combat power is zero. But it can push the sky and play the earth, but I don’t know that the secret of the sky cannot be leaked, and people in this lineage will not end well.”

"Then what he said made Chu Xuan fear..." Fu Ya looked at Donghuang Taixin tentatively.

"Zhou Yi is only half right. The Sword of Immortal Execution is hiding from Immortal Wheel Eye, and Xian Lun Eye is not hiding from Immortal Punishment Sword."