As the only town that exists on the border, Uto itself has a kind of inheritance and reminder, and when you leave here, it is just desolate.

It is hard to imagine that these remote places in China actually have a unique artistic conception.

Xia Chenglong and others left and headed towards the iron ore. According to the current speed, the preliminary outline should be visible in two or three hours.

There are still lush primeval forests with endless ends. It is a bit strange that these places should be full of powerful spirit beasts, but there are no one at all.

Apart from the vegetation growing wildly, there were no traces of spiritual beasts. Although this made them move forward much faster, they always felt that it was not a good thing.

Silent marching is the best way to stay efficient. After coming out of Uto Town, Xia Chenglong and the others had no time to rest and came directly to this side.

"Master, do you want to take a break?" Shan Gui reminded.

Xia Chenglong nodded: "Okay!"

I don’t know what the situation is now, so it’s better for them to adjust their breath to the best, otherwise they might have died before entering.

Huh?

After walking dozens of meters ahead, there was a rippling lake of water. The floating bridge folding back and forth on the lake led to a thatched hut, which looked extremely quiet.

No fluctuations in spiritual energy were found, and there was no danger.

Everyone walked over and there was a bamboo chair and a bamboo table in front of the thatched hut, which was filled with bamboo cups, which looked quite poetic.

"Is anyone?"

Mo Qilin walked over and tried to call someone. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened from inside, everyone's steps moved slightly, and the spiritual energy in the meridians flowed slowly.

After all, seeing people in this old forest is too ghostly.

A person came out of the house. He looked very old, with a hunched back, staggering, with a pleated face, wearing a rag shirt, and holding a dead wooden crutch. If those eyes were not still bright, they would probably be considered a zombie.

"You are my first guest."

"Old man, I'm disturbing. We want to take a break here. I don't know if it's okay?"

The old man walked out, looked at everyone, waved his hand to show his own way.

Xia Chenglong and others nodded in agreement to express their gratitude, and then they walked into the room.

If there is no fluctuation of spiritual energy in the other party's body, it means that it does not pose a danger. There is also a possibility that the old man is a master that even he cannot imagine.

Among the people he knows, there are no more than three who can reach this level.

The furnishings in thatched huts are very simple, with each bed, a table, a chair and a portrait. The portrait is very old and I can't even see the paintings on it clearly.

The mountain ghost was venting the wind outside, and Mo Qilin and Yue'er sat down and rested.

Xia Chenglong was originally tired, but after all, the continuous battles after the war were still a bit unbearable for him now.

Unexpectedly, after coming here, I felt much more relaxed, so I didn’t mean to practice anymore.

When I walked out, I saw the old man sitting in front of the house, fishing in the clear water, and I felt like I couldn't bear to disturb him.

"Since you're here, just sit down!"

"Thank you."

Xia Chenglong sat down. He didn't have the tools to fish, but for fishing, anything could become a tool.

Zang Long appeared from the storage ring, his fingers closed together, controlling half of the sword inserted into the water and half exposed to the water.

"Young man, your sword is good, and it's also a top-notch." The old man suddenly praised.

Xia Chenglong's expression was calm: "Sword is not himself, I am just borrowing a sword."

In a sense, this is indeed the case. After all, going to the Qinglong Taoist’s mansion is a steal, and his use of the word “borrow” is just a nice name.

"Well, whether it is borrowing or possessing, it is in your hand, and that is your sword."

Who would have thought that an old man without spiritual energy would say such philosophical words?

Indeed, there is no way in the world to determine who something belongs to. The only thing that can be proved is whose hands it belongs to.

"Where is the old man from, and why is he here?"

"My, where I came from, I even forgot."

Forgot?

This is a bit too perfunctory. Although the other person looks old, his eyes are bright, which means that the other person is still clear-headed.

"Don't be surprised, I've lived for a long time, and it's normal not to remember where I came from."

Do you know what he is thinking?

Xia Chenglong didn't say anything just now, but the other party answered his question directly, this...

The old man turned around and said, "I know very well what I want to do."

...

"I'm guarding something to make sure it doesn't fall into the hands of evil."

...

Xia Chenglong became more and more confused. Guarding, what is there to protect the land, or what can he protect?

That iron ore?

It’s impossible. Iron ore is still a bit far away from here. It’s not realistic to make the other party have a relationship with that place.

"What you said is where we are going?"

"Yes...not." The old man turned his head again, "Young man, I advise you not to go, after all, there are some places that you can't get involved."

...

In just a few minutes of conversation, Xia Chenglong had many questions, and the other party must have known some things, so he asked them to leave.

Xia Chenglong will not leave because it is his responsibility.

"Can you tell me who you are and why can't you go there?"

"Want to know? OK, we can make a bet. If you catch fish first, I will tell you, young man, do you dare to play!"

"I'm very sorry, old man, you're sure to lose. I've never lost fishing."

He has experienced something about fish. He and Feng Buxiu, the president of the Warriors Association, said that he met through the house. It seems that he is coming again today.

The bet was established, and Xia Chenglong focused all his attention on fishing.

From the perspective of tools, his fishing tools seemed to be at a disadvantage. How could the fish come to the sword by itself, but when he observed the other party's fishing rod, he canceled this idea.

His fishing rod looks very good on the surface, but the real situation is that the fishing rod only has a rod and a line, and no hooks.

So essentially speaking, letting the fish come to the sword is the same realm as letting the fish come to the line.

Just betting on fishing and not saying that you can’t let the fish move by themselves through some method, there are many possibilities.

His fingers swung gently in the air, and Zang Long turned into countless pieces and rushed directly under the water. As long as he hits one of them, he will win.

The old man didn't care at all. The fishing line swung randomly in the water. This was not simply swinging, because it directly pushed the fish away.

What is the situation? Whenever Zang Long is about to penetrate the fish, it seems that there is a magical force that pushes away, causing him to be unable to penetrate it.

He had no intention of giving in to such things. Since the fish were about to leave, he would gather them all together.

The separated sword body fragments began to rotate around a little, forming a water tornado directly under the water. The surrounding fish kept moving closer because they could not escape this powerful suction force.
Chapter completed!