Night falls quietly.
Ye Chen fell down in one step and stepped onto the land of Zhongtong.
He covered himself with a black robe and stepped on the flying sword, keeping a very low profile. This was the land of Zhongtong, and this was the area under the absolute rule of the Bloodthirsty Palace. Once his whereabouts were exposed, it would be difficult for him and Dao Shen to deal with it.
There was no words all night, and in the blink of an eye it was dawn.
When the morning light filled the earth, Ye Chen fell from the sky 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 these four words engraved on it. He took a deep breath and walked in.
The ancient town is not big, simple and natural. It is hidden deep in the mountains and forests. It is quiet and peaceful, like a reclusive master who does not care about ordinary things.
Everything seems so peaceful here. The streets are paved with rocks, the ancient trees on both sides are covered with rattans, the country roads lead to winding paths, the bamboo houses are scattered at random, and you can faintly hear the gurgling stream.
As he walked in, Ye Chen kept looking around, but his brows furrowed several times.
Pedestrians were walking in twos and threes on the street, most of them were farmers carrying hoes, and some were hunters holding long swords. The strange thing was that they were all mortals.
As he continued to go deeper, Ye Chen only felt at peace, and all the dust along the way was settled by the tranquility of the ancient town.
At some point, he stopped under an old tree.
This old tree is strong and tall, but irregular. It has at least several thousand years of rings. The vines are entangled like a horned dragon, and there are also a few strands hanging down from the sky.
Looking back from the old tree, Ye Chen looked under the tree. There was an old man sitting there, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with an old face and gray hair. He was past his twilight years, and his whole body was filled with the vicissitudes of time.
However, he is a blind man, and there is no twinkle in his cloudy old eyes.
The old man was holding a small piece of wood in his hand and was carving a wood carving. He was carving very slowly, without haste or haste, with one stroke and one stroke without interruption. As the wood chips continued to fall off, the small piece of wood gradually took on the shape of a human being.
"Old man, I want to ask you about someone." Ye Chen said in a very humble tone, "There is an old man named Zhou Yi here."
"That's me." The old man smiled gently.
"That's you?" Ye Chen was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look the old man up and down. He had no spiritual roots and was definitely a mortal.
"The person Senior Di Fan asked me to find turned out to be a mortal." Ye Chen murmured.
"There is not a single monk." Ye Chen's spiritual consciousness spread out and enveloped the ancient town of Qingxian. No monks were found. He could not imagine how an ancient town without monks could make even the Bloodthirsty Palace fear it.
"Little baby, come on, sit down." When Ye Chen murmured, the old man took the time to pat his side and motioned for Ye Chen to sit under the old tree.
Ye Chen didn't say anything, and found a place to sit on a tree vine, still looking at the old man. He really couldn't figure out how a mortal could help him.
"It's good to be young and full of vigor!" the old man said, with calm words and a kind face. "When I was your age, I was wandering all over the world, always looking forward to returning home, and in the end, I turned gray!"
"Senior, are you...really Zhou Yi?" Ye Chen looked at the old man tentatively, still not quite convinced.
"The name is just a code name." The old man smiled softly, "If you want, you can call me Li Yi."
"No offense, junior." Ye Chen said hurriedly, clarifying his purpose, "I'm looking for my wife. Senior Difan said that you might be able to help me."
With that said, Ye Chen also took out the jade token that Di Fan gave him.
"I am just a mortal, and he really thinks highly of me." The old man was still immersed in carving wood carvings.
"But this junior can see that you, senior, are not an ordinary mortal." Ye Chen took a deep breath, and Neng Difan took out the jade card, which could make the Bloodthirsty Palace fearful. Even a fool could imagine that the old man in front of him was not simple.
"Yes, I am indeed not a different mortal, because I am a fortune teller." The old man smiled, as if he was joking to himself.
"I really miss my wife, please help me." Ye Chen was full of hope, with a bit of pleading in his tone. He was better than the Holy Lord in heaven, and now he has let go of his arrogance towards mortals.
"I know who you are looking for." The old man smiled gently, but shook his head slightly, "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 him where Chu Xuan was, he just wanted to point him in the direction.
However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He worked hard to get here, but all he got was in vain.
Under the old trees, it fell into silence, just like this ancient town. There was only the rustling sound of the carving knife in the old man's hand rubbing against the small wood.
At some point, Ye Chen stood up and saluted the old man, "Senior, I'm sorry for bothering you."
Under the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, his back looked a little desolate, and his steps were a little hesitant, not knowing where he was going.
"I only know that there is something in you that she is afraid of. She is avoiding you." Behind him, the old man who had not spoken for a long time came with vague words.
"What are you afraid of?" Ye Chen, who looked lonely just a moment ago, turned around suddenly, breathing heavily, and looked at the old man with a tense body, "Senior, do you know what it is."
"I don't know." The old man shook his head helplessly.
"Thank you, senior, for clarifying my doubts." Ye Chen bowed his hands again, turned around and took steps.
This time, his steps were much more steady, and although his back was still desolate, 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 avoiding him.
He walked away, but the old man under the old tree raised his head. Although he was blind, his muddy old eyes were looking at the direction Ye Chen left.
He held the newly carved wood carving in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
The wood carving is of a woman, carved lifelike, and every line is made with great care. It seems to be alive. If you look closely, you can see her smile, which makes your heart move.
If Ye Chen were here, he would be surprised, because the wood carving is none other than Chu Xuan he is 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 almost narrowed into a thin line, and his eyebrows also fainted several times. wrinkle.
"Holy Lord, this Zhouyi..." Fu Ya turned his head and looked at Donghuang Taixin on one side.
"No cultivator." Donghuang Taixin whispered.
"Uncultivated Heavenly Practitioner?"
"This is an anomaly in the world of monks." Donghuang Taixin said slowly, "The evolution of mysteries is unparalleled in the world. This lineage cultivates divine magic. It is between the critical point between monks and mortals, and its combat power is zero. But he can infer the heaven and the earth, but he doesn't know that the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and people of this lineage will not end well."
"Then what he said made Chu Xuan afraid..." Fu Ya looked at Donghuang Taixin tentatively.
"Zhou Yi was only half right. The Immortal Sword is hiding from the Immortal Wheel Eye, and the Immortal Wheel Eye is hiding from the Immortal Killing Sword."
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