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- The wind in Shuxian County is very light and soft, even in winter, it still feels like this.
Bian Yao ran in the forest slowly and silently, walking silently between the trees. His gray-white thick cloth was a little dirty.
He frowned slightly, his youthful brows slightly tangled, and he seemed to be thinking about a very distressing issue. He seemed a little absent-minded, but his steps did not stop at all.
Originally, he thought that as long as he arrived in Shu County, it would be easy to find out the location of the Mu family, so he never took it to heart. It wasn't until yesterday that he was surprised to find that even the local residents of Shu County didn't know where the Mu family was.
It is clear! The Mu family is much more mysterious than imagined! This is a very troublesome thing. It seems that I have run into a lot of trouble!
Thinking of this, Bian Yao scolded Ye Zhizi in his heart, blaming him for not giving a detailed explanation. At the same time, he secretly regretted why he didn't ask the old ghost more about the Mu family. Then I thought again, maybe the old ghost did this on purpose, just to test his ability.
While he was thinking blankly, something suddenly flashed out of the corner of his eye.
An adult red-striped tiger suddenly jumped out from behind a big tree on the left, roaring with ferocious power, and rushed towards it with great force.
Faced with this situation, Bian Yao remained calm in his heart. He just stepped lightly, jumped back deftly, and easily avoided the tiger's bite.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he quickly twisted around, raised his legs and kicked the red-striped tiger hard on the butt.
"Boom! Roar!"
The red-striped tiger was kicked so hard that it rolled over on the ground, then threw itself against a tree. It couldn't help but roar in pain, got up and ran away in despair.
For today's Bian Yao, these ordinary beasts are no different from cats and dogs. They pose no threat at all and can be dismissed casually.
Looking at the figure running away in embarrassment, he gently twisted his ankle, chuckled a few times, turned around and continued on the road without pursuing him.
Until dusk, he didn¡¯t see a single person, let alone a village. That night, he spent the night in the forest.
In the afternoon of the second day, we finally encountered a small village again, and the owner of the village was also a man with light green hair, but he was slightly older.
Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Bian Yao asked the older village owner the same question. The other person's answer was the same as that of the village owner of Chidori Village. He also didn't know where the Mu family was. So he declined the invitation and left the village and continued on his way.
After walking out of the village, Bian Yao took out the map and looked at it carefully. After thinking for a moment, he finally decided not to go to the county seat for the time being, but to go to another place first.
In the map that the old ghost gave him, only three places in the entire Shuxian realm were clearly marked.
That is a mountain, a city, and a village.
Bian Yao decided to go to the marked village first, a village called "Gumu".
The county seat is in the east, and Gumu Village is located in the south of the east. The distance is closer, so Bian Yao adjusted his direction slightly, turned around and ran towards the southeast.
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Ten days later, it was approaching noon.
Bian Yao walked slowly along a wide and long green avenue, with large and small houses and buildings displayed on both sides. From the appearance, it can be roughly seen that the houses here are all made of wood.
Gumu Village has the title of the first village in Shu County.
Its circumference is more than ten miles, and it has a fixed population of more than 20,000 residents. There are various shops here, as well as many restaurants and inns. It is more like a bustling market town than a village. Compared with the suburban towns outside Huangzhou City, it is not much different.
Because it is hidden in the boundless virgin forest, Gumu Village is like a place outside the world. Although it is bustling and lively, it has a special flavor that cannot be found anywhere else.
The trees growing in the village were not deliberately harvested. They were all grown wild. Some even grew in the middle of the road, and no one cut them down.
Bian Yao discovered that some of the taller trees had wooden houses built on them. Long wooden ladders hung from the door of the tree houses. Naughty children climbed up and down the narrow ladders, playing and having fun. Everything looked great. So harmonious and natural.
There are many pedestrians on the road, including ordinary people and practitioners, local residents and visitors from outside. Vendors can still be seen along the road, and shouts and cries can be heard from time to time. These situations are no different from other places.
At noon, the sun is shining in the sky.
The reason why Bian Yao came to Gumu Village was of course not to have fun, he came to inquire aboutHe came here to collect information about the Mu family, so he had to go to some places in a targeted manner.
No matter where it is, places like restaurants are always one of people's favorite places, and naturally they are also the most lively places.
There are wine and vegetables, and the aroma surrounds your nose. Bian Yao likes it very much!
Walking leisurely to a busy intersection, he randomly selected a restaurant that looked good and walked in through the curtain.
The waiter in the clothing store was greasy all over, but his eyes were the sharpest. He ran over to say hello with a smile on his face, and then led the customers to sit at an empty table.
Bian Yao glanced at the menu and found that most of the menu was game, and the remaining half was various fruits, which was what he expected.
"Fried green bird with purple leaves, wild boar soup with water hyacinth eyes, a bunch of holly fruits, and a pot of four-leaf ancient bamboo wine."
Bian Yao hesitated for a while, quickly ordered a few dishes that he had never eaten before, and then sat there with a smile, listening carefully to the laughter and chatter coming from around him.
There are several men sitting around a guest table near the window on the north side. Judging from his attire and mannerisms, he must be a dream cultivator. I don't know if he is a local or an outsider. He is drinking and talking about something at the moment.
"Do you think there is anyone guarding the Mu family's ancient temple?" A rough-looking man said mysteriously.
Sitting opposite the big man was a young man. After hearing his question, he quickly said: "It stands to reason that there must be! This is the place where the ancestors of the Mu family lived when they first moved to Shu County. To the Mu family, Its significance should be quite important!¡±
"But I heard that that ancestral hall has always been quiet, and no one has ever seen anyone entering or exiting that ancestral hall." The rough man continued.
"The village owner seems to be a very powerful expert. It is said that he has cultivated to the late stage of the Dream King. I think in addition to managing Gumu Village, taking care of the ancient temple of the Mu family is also one of his tasks. Although Gumu Village is called Shuxian The first village, but there is no reason to let a late-stage Dream King manage it." The young man lowered his voice slightly when he spoke.
"Isn't that ancestral hall protected by a powerful barrier? Outsiders cannot enter at all, and it is very safe! I am curious about the mysterious giant tree in the ancestral hall." Another voice suddenly sighed.
In this way, the sounds of various conversations in the restaurant continued to enter my ears.
It was very pleasant to sit there and listen carefully, taste the delicious food, and take a sip of Gumu Village's fine wine from time to time.
Half an hour passed, and all the food on the table had been eaten by him, but more than half of the pot of wine was left. Bian Yao didn't forget the serious business of his trip, so he naturally wouldn't drink as he pleased, so he put the remaining half of the bottle of wine into his space bag.
Before paying the bill, Bian Yao counted the money on his body and found that there were only more than a hundred bixiang fruits left in the space bag, and they would be used up soon.
Practitioners generally do not carry dream coins used by ordinary people, and Bian Yao is no exception, because he is too lazy to exchange them all the time. Now that the spiritual fruit on his body was almost gone, he was thinking about finding a place to sell one or two of the valuable things he had on him for money.
Bian Yao stood up to pay the bill, spent nearly forty bixiangguos, and then walked out of the restaurant quickly.
"Ancient temples, giant trees, and village owners are the late dream kings."
Walking on the busy street, Bian Yao silently muttered some words he heard, thinking quickly in his mind. Now, he has a deeper understanding of Gumu Village, as well as new curiosity.
Walking to the intersection, I raised my head and glanced at the tall green shadow in the distance, and decided to go see the Mu family's ancient temple and the mysterious giant tree. After all, seeing it with my own eyes is worse than hearing it. As for finding a place to sell things in exchange for money, we'll talk about it later, since it's still early in the night anyway.
In fact, when he first entered Gumu Village, he saw a very tall tree in the distance, located in the southwest of the village. Although he was surprised at the time, he didn't pay too much attention. After all, Shuxian County is a very ancient forest, and trees hundreds of feet high are not uncommon.
As he turned left and right, he saw the towering tree getting closer and closer, giving the impression that it was getting taller and taller.
About half an hour later, Bian Yao finally stopped and a high stone wall stood in front of him, blocking the way.
The gray-green wall is marked with faint traces of moss. It¡¯s unknown how many years it has gone through and how much wind, frost, rain, and snow it has endured. After quietly observing it carefully, I found that this wall was full of ancient meaning, and it also exuded a vague pressure, which made people feel awe, and they did not dare to have the slightest intention to go beyond it.
Within this stone wall is the site where the ancestors of the Mu family lived when they first moved in.
The ancient wall is surrounded on all sides and there is no way to enter. And that mysterious giant tree is inside the wall, estimated to be two hundredMany feet high. Looking up, it looks like a giant umbrella holding up the sky, with lush green shade enough to cover half a mile in radius.
Looking beyond the high stone wall, you can see that there is a semi-old ancestral hall under the huge tree, with only half of the roof exposed, and the whole picture cannot be clearly seen.
After watching silently for a long time, Bian Yao's face showed surprise.
He paid attention to his surroundings and found that there was an endless stream of pedestrians on the road outside the wall, and there were also many people who stopped to look inside the wall. They all shook their heads and sighed, but no one tried to climb over the wall to take a closer look.
Although Bian Yao wanted to go in and take a closer look, he didn't have the courage to try. In his conjecture, regardless of whether there is a barrier inside, at least the ancestral hall, the giant tree inside, and even the old stone wall on the outside are not as simple and ordinary as they appear on the surface.
After a short silence, Bian Yao sighed, turned around and left, heading northwest.
Next, he wandered around for a long time, visiting almost all of Gumu Village, and finally found a newly opened pawn shop at a busy intersection in the east of the village.
After looking at the brand new plaque hanging on the door plaque, Bian Yao did not hesitate. He was not going to hide his identity as a dream cultivator, because it was impossible for ordinary people to take out the space bag to sell, so he opened the door and left. Go in.
The pawn shop is very quiet and clean and simple at first glance. There is a long cabinet in the front of the lobby, and nothing is visible inside. There is a small square table against the wall on the right hand side, with a teapot and cups on it, and a bamboo chair on each side of the table.
There were only two people in the room, one was an old man in black clothes with a goatee, and the other was a middle-aged scribe dressed as a scholar. They were sitting quietly in front of the square table, silent.
"Think about it again. Your things can only be exchanged for so much money, no more."
After hearing the door push, the old man in black clothes suddenly said something, then looked at Bian Yao at the door with a smile on his face, stood up and walked towards him.
"This guest, do you have any items to pledge?" The old man's voice was gentle and approachable, but also full of enthusiasm.
Bian Yao looked away from the middle-aged scribe, glanced at the old man in black clothes, and after confirming that the other person was the pawnshop owner, he nodded and smiled slightly, and said softly: "I'm not pledging items. I want to sell something. I don't know if you can buy it here." ?I can sell it to you at a low price.¡±
¡°Then it depends on what you are selling?¡± The old man squinted his eyes slightly and smiled softly.
Bian Yao glanced at the middle-aged scribe with his peripheral vision, and saw that he was lowering his eyebrows in deep thought, seemingly not paying attention to himself, so he laughed in a low voice and asked, "Do you want a space bag?"
The old man couldn't help being stunned, but soon returned to normal, showed a meaningful smile, nodded and replied: "This is an item used by practitioners. You should also know that such things of unknown origin cannot be sold at a high price if they are resold. of."
Hearing this, Bian Yao raised his lips and smiled, knowing that the old man must be trying to lower the price, but he didn't take it seriously. In fact, he never thought about selling it at a high price. Anyway, he got the things from others.
Currently, he has a total of six space bags on his body. Except for the one given to him by the old ghost, he must not sell it. The space bag he got in the underground cave of Cave City cannot be sold because it has to store debris. The other four can be used at any time. Sell ??for money.
"Whatever, how much can I give you?" Bian Yao smiled and suddenly opened his right hand, and a space bag appeared in his palm.
Of course, someone who has the ability to open a pawn shop will not be an ordinary person. No matter how high or low your realm is, you must at least be a practitioner.
The old man in black clothes took the space bag from Bian Yao, then closed his eyes, opened his eyes again after a few breaths, brushed his chin beard with one hand, and said with a smile: "This is the lowest quality space bag, although you can't tell There is no damage, but it is old after all, and"
Space bags are divided into several grades. The main difference is the size of the storage space, and the price difference is also very big! However, even the lowest quality space bag is worth at least 5,000 bixiangguo if it is new, and the old one can usually be sold for 3,000 to 4,000 pieces.
Seeing the old man's hesitant expression, Bian Yao couldn't help but curse a few times in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change. He just smiled and said, "Just tell me, I don't have time to slowly bargain with you."
Hearing this, the old man¡¯s face did not turn red, and he tentatively said in a low voice: ¡°Fifteen hundred bixiang fruits!¡±
Bian Yao didn't know the price in this area, so he just kept silent for a moment before agreeing. Although the number quoted by the old man was far lower than the market price, it was almost the same as his psychological price, so he was quite satisfied with what the other party quoted. price.
The old man in black clothes never expected that Bian Yao would agree so readily, and couldn't help but be stunned again. Originally, he was thinking about how much he should increase the price next time if the young dream cultivator was not satisfied with his quotation.Comfortable.
Just when the other party was in a daze, Bian Yao had another space bag appear out of thin air in his hand. He smiled at the old man and said with some embarrassment: "There is another one, of the same grade as that one, and I will sell it to you."
The old man's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Bian Yao a few more times, then took the space bag from his hand without saying a word, and quickly completed the acceptance.
"The two of them together have a total of three thousand bixiang fruits. Do you want to exchange them for dream coins?" The old man turned around and walked behind the counter and asked in a low voice.
¡°No need to change, just give me the spirit fruit.¡± Bian Yao said with joy on his face.
The old man took out a space bag, threw it on the counter, and said with a smile: "There are three thousand Bixiang fruits in it. You can take it away."
After Bian Yao confirmed that the number was correct, he transferred all three thousand spiritual fruits into his own space bag, said goodbye to the old man, turned around and hurriedly left the pawn shop.
Just when Bian Yao walked out of the door, the middle-aged scribe who was sitting at the square table without raising his head and making a sound suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man in black clothes, his eyes clearly showing something strange.
The old man in black clothes looked at him, with a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth. He suddenly raised his head towards the door and let out an inexplicable sinister smile.
Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe was speechless and stood up directly and walked towards the door.
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