Although I don’t know whether the people in the Demon Tower are true or false, or illusion or reality, since I have seen it, I always have to find out what’s going on.
After passing through the dense woods, we walked all the way down the mountain. Not long after, a small path appeared in front of us. Although the path was narrow and not easy to walk in some places, it was indeed a road that people stepped out.
After walking along the path that appeared, the path becomes flat and wider. Although the width is limited, it is indeed a real road.
At this time, Lin Haoming could already see the village in the distance along the road. Before, he could only see some smoke from cooking on the cliff, but now he could clearly see the village scattered in the woods.
The village is not very big, and there are probably only twenty or thirty families in total. I don’t see any land along the way. I’m afraid this village should be a Hunter village.
Walking towards the village, Lin Haoming soon arrived at the entrance of the village and said it was the entrance of the village. In fact, it was just a stone on the side of the road, and the words "Banpo Village" were carved.
"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Just as Lin Haoming looked at the stone carving, an old man who looked fifty or sixty years old asked carefully.
Lin Haoming knew that whether it was the bombardment of thunder, the battle with the replica or the final climb, the clothes he was wearing were already torn. As soon as he reached the top of the cliff, his magic power was immediately lost. He didn't care at first, but now he knew that he was in the eyes of the other party.
Lin Haoming thought about pretending to be down and out, saluting the old man, and told him: "I moved to a foreign land with my parents. I didn't expect to meet a thief halfway through and escape to the mountains before I found the village." But pay attention to the old man who had already seen himself, and did not want to lie easily, and although his magic power was not present, his body was not comparable to ordinary people. But if you want to find out the situation here, don't cause trouble easily.
After making a decision, Lin Haoming immediately clasped his fists and said, "The old man is in the mountains and has been practicing for more than a year. He originally planned to leave the mountain, but who would have thought that he would meet a white tiger on the road. After a few days of delay, he even broke his clothes. I wonder if the old man could give him some food and clothes. Although Lin had nothing at this time, he would also repay the old man."
"Is the young master a martial artist? I wonder which level of martial artist he is?" The old man was not only surprised when he heard this, but his eyes at Lin Haoming also changed a little.
Lin Haoming didn't know what this warrior meant, but it shouldn't be simple to see the other party's appearance. Moreover, when he saw the old man's steady steps and exhaled, he seemed to have some rules. He thought for a moment: "The old man should be a martial artist, right? I wonder what level the old man is?"
When he heard Lin Haoming's question, the old man was stunned at first and smiled bitterly: "Young master is joking, why am I a martial artist? I can barely be considered a third-class warrior. It's far from the martial artist. I was abrupt before."
"Dare you ask where this place is?" Feeling the old man's attitude towards him, Lin Haoming simply asked about other things. As for inquiring about warriors and martial artists, it would be better to talk about it later, so as not to arouse the other party's suspicion.
"This is the depth of Daliang Mountain. Even if we come out, we will walk for two days." The old man seemed to have no doubts and answered Lin Haoming directly. However, for Lin Haoming, now within the Heavenly Demon Tower, this so-called Daliang Mountain is meaningless.
Of course, Lin Haoming naturally would not do this, but continued to ask: "I don't know which prefecture and county is closer to here?"
"On weekdays, we go to Shanyang County, which belongs to Luzhou!" said the old man in detail.
"It turns out that this is the territory of Luzhou. Lin still has a few days off here. During this period, if anything happens, the old man will come to me. The handwriting of the stone tablet at the entrance of your village is a little unclear. I'll help you." Lin Haoming said, stretching out a finger and gently tracing it on the original handwriting.
"Ah! This is lapis lazuli. Is the young master already a third-class martial artist?" the old man shouted in horror.
When Lin Haoming heard this, he looked at the other party in surprise and smiled faintly: "Old man, do you know so much that I am a third-class martial artist, not a second-class?"
Seeing Lin Haoming's move, the old man naturally did not dare to be careless anymore and immediately explained: "Young Master can easily use your fingers to penetrate three inches of stone. Although a fourth-class martial artist can do it, it is absolutely not as easy as the young master. Of course, it is naturally very likely if you are a second-class martial artist."
Lin Haoming heard the old man's words and it seems that the martial artists are at least fourth-class, or even more. Obviously, the first-class is the most powerful, and so on, and the strength he showed can be considered a third-class martial artist, which should be considered relatively powerful in the eyes of this old man.
After thinking about it, Lin Haoming did not say much, but said lightly: "Don't ask too much, just prepare a house for me to rest!"
"There is no problem. I am the village chief of this village. Please follow me!" The old man said, immediately leading the way.
Lin Haoming noticed that in fact, in the distance, someone had already carefully looked here. The reason why the old man came was probably because the old man was detached in the village.
Although Lin Haoming could not use his spiritual sense to look at it or call his magic power at this moment, his eyesight was still far beyond ordinary people. He found that most of the villages were still women, children, and there were not many young and middle-aged men. As for the elderly, they probably didn’t look like many.
The old man led Lin Haoming into a wooden house. The wooden house seemed simple, but it was cleaned clean and the place was not small. In addition to the hall, there were three rooms and a kitchen. At this time, through the door, you could see a woman in her forty who was making the bed. Whether it was the sheets or the quilt, it seemed that she had already given instructions when the other party came to find him.
From these details, Lin Haoming could see that this old man should have some origin, otherwise he would not have been so careful. Even if he was in the Demon Tower, Lin Haoming would not underestimate the other party.
"I don't know the name of the village chief Gao? This place doesn't look like a place dedicated to entertaining guests, right?" Lin Haoming asked.
Lin Haoming's question seemed to make the old man a little flattered, and he immediately replied: "I dare not, the young man's surname is Wu. The young master called Lao Wu and he had already praised me. As for this place, I can do my son's house, but my son never came back last year when he entered the mountain."
"So that's it. I'm talking too much. Old Wu is sad!" Lin Haoming felt particularly polite when he saw him like this.
"Dad, you're all gone!" At this time, the woman walked out and looked at Lin Haoming's gaze, as if she was a little curious.
Chapter completed!