Luo Chuan nodded, but was a little surprised.

He knew what the "monster" mentioned by the old coachman refers to. In fact, "monster" and "monster" have essential differences.

Demons are intelligent life that opens spiritual intelligence by birds, beasts, fish, insects, plants, wood and elves with opportunities. They are generally not extremely weak races in nature. Once they open their spiritual intelligence, they will enter the first level of spiritual communication stage and become the descendants of the first level of monsters. The better their talent, the higher the innate realm. Legend has it that there was a story about the descendants of two great monsters entering the third level of transformation stage when they were born.

Monsters are completely different because although they are also born from birds, beasts, fish, cordyceps, and wood elves, they are not the source of blessings in the world but seem to be curses. They not only rarely make progress in the wisdom level, but also become the most uncontrollable and unstable factor in the world because they have obtained many powers than ordinary creatures. They are a disaster that all major forces in the world have a headache and cannot be solved for thousands of years.

But the "mountain area" mentioned by the old coachman is the mountainous area of ​​Jingzhou, the core of this big tripod. How could the power of the big tripod still cause the mountainous areas here to still cause monsters to harm the surrounding wealthy counties?

Luo Chuan continued to ask while thinking about the matter, "Then Guang County and Anyang County in our southwest Hanzhou should be similar in the situation."

The old coachman nodded, "People say that the six counties in Hanzhou are poor and three rich. The three richest ones are Hanoi County, Guang County and Anyang County," he sighed, "The two counties are similar to this Hanoi County. They are not only in the Mesopotamian Basin, but also in plain land. In addition to Anyang County, there is a small border line that intersects with the Nanyi but has few wars for many years. The three counties are basically in the hinterland of Zhongzhou. The land is rich and the people are happy. This is the prosperity scene over hundreds of years."

Luochuan nodded. The old coachman seemed to have lived in the capital for a long time and finally revisited the old place. "The rest are our Li County, Anling County and Yongchang County," he said with a hint of sighing. "You will know after you arrive at Guang County, you will know that it is surrounded by mountains and roads. This one alone locks most of the energy of our three counties, especially our Li County. Although the area is the largest in the entire Hanzhou, except for the mountains, rivers and canyons, the three rich basins are only slightly larger than the area of ​​Guang County, which is far from the area of ​​Hanoi County and Anyang County, not to mention that as the two sides, we are defending the southern Yi in the south and the western Yi in the west, many good men are buried in the mountains... Alas..."

Luo Chuan nodded silently again.

He had assimilated the memory of Luochuan in this world. He had no impression of Lijun, let alone any feelings. Jiang Bo was different. He was born and raised in Lijun, and he could understand his emotions.

"Bo Jiang, this time you go back to Licheng, you can stay," Luo Chuan did not look at the old coachman's face, but turned his eyes to a mound of soil in the distance, where the family of four was squeezing together to chew steamed buns. I wonder what to talk about, but the few people laughed and said, "Look, I've grown up and you're old, this is the reason why the fallen leaves return to their roots."

"I owe my wife a life. Now that she is gone, she can only be on the head of you, the little guy," the old coachman smiled, his tone as plain as when Luo Chuan told him when he was a child, he told him that it was getting late and you had to go to bed quickly.

"Silly old man," Luo Chuan shook his head, "She saved you to keep you alive, not to let you die for anyone."

"It's all the same," the old coachman suddenly smiled heartily and threw a whip, "Besides, who said I'm old?"

"drive!"
Chapter completed!