Luochuan and his party were both slow, so they did not arrive at the Han River that had made him famous for a long time before dark.

After passing a relatively prosperous town, I didn’t choose to stay in the inn, but instead replenished some food and water and continued on the road while taking advantage of the setting sun.

Until the bright moon was in the sky, the carriage drove off the official road and embarked on a rugged and winding country road. With the faint starlight, it climbed up a small hill gently along the slope and stopped in front of a dilapidated Taoist temple gate.

One of the Taoist temple doors was lost, and the other one originally looked like a red paint.

The yard is covered with weeds and dust, and the eaves and walls are full of spider webs. It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

The carriage stopped, and the heroic woman jumped off the carriage first. She wore red armor, had a short sword on her waist like a dagger, and a big sword behind her like a heavy hammer. She could not see any heavy weight on her back. She jumped into the yard with light steps. When Luo Chuan, behind her, got off the carriage and stood firm, she had already returned from the yard, "No trace of anyone coming."

Luo Chuan nodded, looked at the beautiful woman and the little beggar who got out of the carriage and looked at the old coachman, "It turned out that we arrived first."

The old coachman nodded slowly, looked up at the night sky, then looked around, parked the carriage next to a crooked tree outside the Taoist temple, without any intention of letting the horses go. He directly tied the reins to the trunk, and then picked up the objects on the carriage by himself.

"Far away from the town, hanging alone in the wild, not up to the sunlight above, not close to the river water below," the beautiful woman looked around with a smile, and walked into the courtyard first, "If you chose this kind of place, no wonder it would be dilapidated."

The little beggar looked up at the plaque on the door, and the three ancient characters "Jiang Yinguan" could be vaguely seen, and then trotted behind the beautiful woman, as if she was her little follower.

Luochuan looked into the distance from the other end.

Since leaving the valley outside Sanguan, it has been rare to see the hills all the way south. Although this hill is not high, because there are no other obstacles around, you will feel like looking away when standing here. With the moonlight, he can vaguely see a dark river south facing the Milky Way in the sky.

"Young Master, let's go into the yard, too," the heroic woman held the hilt of the short sword at her waist with her right hand, and followed Luo Chuan half a meter behind her, closer than his shadow.

Luo Chuan nodded silently and turned into the Taoist temple. When he entered the Taoist temple, he found that the area of ​​the Taoist temple was actually not small, but what is strange is that the width was more than a yard but not a yard, so the outer courtyard was more like a corridor, but it was different from the design of the screen wall on the front of the door. The Taoist temple gate was facing the inner courtyard gate, so the one outside the Taoist temple had seen at a glance that it was actually the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard is square, without any extra decoration, it is spacious and empty like a square, with two rows of dilapidated wing rooms on both sides, and the main hall is opposite.

The front door is very open and open. From outside the courtyard, you can see a tall statue of the god in the darkness in the temple. You can't see the details clearly and sit upright.

"What are you looking at?" Luo Chuan walked towards the center of the inner courtyard, and the beautiful woman and the little beggar were looking down there.

The beautiful woman didn't say anything, and was walking left and right there. The little beggar beside her pointed to the ground and turned to Luochuan and said, "There is a row of strange footprints on this ground."

"Oh?" Luo Chuan suddenly became a little interested and walked to the little beggar a few steps. Sure enough, he saw a row of strange footprints arranged in different shades on the ground. He raised his feet and stomped heavily. His voice was dull, "It's quite thick and hard bluestone, it seems that the person who left the footprints..." He paused suddenly, squatted down and looked at one of the footprints carefully. With a wave of his sleeves, a small wave of wind blew away the dust, causing the little beggar next to him to cough.

"Did you notice?" The beautiful woman looked at Luo Chuan with a smile. "It is not difficult to step on a footprint on such a bluestone. Even a warrior with better qualifications can barely do it. He only uses his energy to press it. However, such footprints are blunt and rough. Bluestone made of such material is very likely to crack under such a strong pressure." Behind her hands, she looked at Luo Chuan with a pair of wonderful eyes, "If you want to step on so many footprints of different depths and not even a crack in one breath, you must at least have a role in the fifth level of concentration."

Luo Chuan shook his head, looked up and met the eyes of the beautiful woman who looked smiling, "There is also a texture of the sole on the bluestone footprints..."

The beautiful woman nodded with a chuckle, "Either the person who left his footprints had already applied energy to the realm of transformation and deliberately left the sole texture for it, or... the person didn't use any breath..."

Luo Chuan was shocked.

The meaning of a beautiful woman is very obvious. How could the former person be so bored in her context?

But if it is the latter, it will be a bit horrible...

In this world, those who practice Taoism practice true qi, those who practice martial arts practice vital energy, and even demons need to gather demonic energy. After all, they are exploiting the mysterious energy between heaven and earth. It is precisely because they have mastered different degrees of "qi" that they have power that is completely incomparable to ordinary lives and various incredible magical powers.

If someone can leave footprints on such a thick bluestone without using their physical strength, and can control the physical strength so exquisitely... Can that person be considered a human? Even a big monster...

"Did the fairy sister understand any mystery from the footprints left by this senior?" Luo Chuan asked.

The beautiful woman shook her head, "If there was any mystery, even this wilderness and ruins would not be what she is now. In fact, these big stone slabs would have to be cut and moved away," she looked at the desolate appearances around her and said lightly, "There are many mysterious worlds in this world, either natural and undiscovered, or left by senior masters. They are rare and rare things. Ordinary people will never encounter one in their ten lives. If they stay on the conspicuous lonely mountain on the side of the official road like this ruins, then it is not a bad street, how can they be called an opportunity?"

Luo Chuan nodded. Although this lonely mountain Taoist temple was obviously dilapidated for many years, since it was in such a position, if you follow this official road and fail to cross the Han River, you will probably spend the night here. I wonder how many people have studied this footprint over the years. If there is a little mystery, the stone slab will not be preserved now.

"Come and roast the fire," on the other side, the old coachman had already lit a bonfire in a corner of the inner courtyard while everyone was chatting. It was really cold in late autumn.

Everyone surrounded the fire, and the fire was facing each other, and red light was shining on their bodies.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

A sound of gold and iron fighting suddenly came from somewhere outside the Taoist temple, but the sound sounded a little blurry, probably far away.

The old coachman and the beautiful woman looked in the opposite direction together.

There, on the roof of the wing on one side of the Taoist temple.

I don’t know when a vague black figure stood.

The man was pictured under the moonlight, motionless as a mountain, and his free and carefree scarf swayed with the wind, just like a person in a painting.

Silent, breathless.
Chapter completed!