There is only a little clue. As for the origin and whereabouts of Fujin, there is no news about whether he is still alive.
Zhenren Fang is not optimistic about this.
But Master Yuxia is confident that Master Fujin must still be alive, and she will definitely be able to find him and resolve this crisis in Xiuyuan Mountain.
However, Fang Zhenren disagreed with her source of confidence.
There are many such things in the cultivation industry, and we have to enlighten and enlighten the ancestors of our sect, but these things cannot stand scrutiny. Most of them are used to be tiger skins, and use this ancestor to enlighten themselves with the name of dreams.
Some of the actions of correcting the name or to motivate future generations, in short, few of them are true.
Fang Zhenren knows Yuxia Zhenren very well and knows that she is not a lie. She is too noble and doesn't even bother to defend her when she is framed. Her belief is that if you know that I believe me, you will naturally not believe in provoking the slander.
If you don’t believe me at all, then there is no need for me to say too much to you. From now on, everyone will think that they don’t know each other.
She would not make up any lies about dreaming about meeting the ancestors. She should have really dreamed. But she was too concerned about the affairs of the sect, and it was not uncommon to think about it day and night. But she should take the things in the dream as real.
I will do the same, but I am afraid she will be even more disappointed at that time.
The conversation between the two was actually not very harmonious. Qiuqiu came to interrupt, and Yuxia Zhenren felt that the disciple was coming at the right time.
The letter Yuxia also took out and handed it to Qiuqiu.
Qiuqiu was very surprised: "Has you really found it?" To be honest, she didn't have much hope. After all, it's been too long, and I found such a letter of exchange from the vast pile of old books and old papers. Wuloushan's actions are meticulous and meticulous.
of.
The letter paper has turned yellow, and the envelope has dried and worm-removing powder, but the paper has become crispy after so many years. Qiuqiu is extremely careful, for fear of crushing the letter paper with one force on his hands.
She didn't see anything more than Yuxia's real person.
If the letter was written by Fu Jin, Qiuqiu just thought that this senior was really a person with temperament - his handwriting seemed wild and sloppy. He didn't read it casually, but the ink trace was full of ink, and the blank space next to it was still shrouded.
Two ink ideas were put on. It can be seen that the person who wrote the letter was very anxious.
He also made a solemn request in the letter, hoping to prepare a useful and good medicine as soon as possible, in order to cure junior brother Fujia's injury.
"They must have a good relationship with each other."
"Maybe." Yuxia Zhenren remembered the expression of Fujia Zhenren in her dream at that time: "There may be another hidden story."
This old letter reminded Qiuqiu suddenly of her old painting.
It seems to be something from the same period...even the paper used is the same.
The small shop that sold her old paintings and pen boxes... Qiuqiu felt that there must be some connection between Tong Fujia and Fujin. She must go there again to clarify the connection between them.
A team of spiritual birds flew all the way. When passing by the place where they lived, Shi'er asked Qiuqiu if she wanted to stop and take a look.
"No need." Qiuqiu knew what the mountain looked like now, a piece of scorched earth rubble, the small courtyard she was familiar with, the herbs and flowers planted by her master, and the grass where Dabai and Erbai played. They were all gone, and they could only grow even if they saw it.
sad.
"Okay." Shi'er said softly: "When the matter is over, I'll come back with you."
His expression also had nostalgia.
The spiritual crane circled a little above the mountains, and the crane was also very familiar with it.
Then it flapped its wings and flew towards the distant north.
Someone separated from them halfway, and the people from the Donghumen, Qianzhou Sect, and Luoquanshan Sect all went back. The experience of this trip to the Seal Land seemed to have nothing but losses, but each of them
It's different before entering.
No matter what they have lost or learned, everyone will not feel the same.
There was a break in the middle. It was the morning of the third day when they arrived at Wulou Mountain.
Qiuqiu had always felt strange before, and didn't know how the name Wulou Mountain was named. He looked down at the main peak of Wulou Mountain. Qiuqiu found that the shadow it cast on the ground looked like a pavilion, which may be why it got its name.
.
"Stop and find out the situation."
Qiuqiu looked at Xiuyuan Mountain in the distance. Xiuyuan Mountain was still shrouded in dark clouds and mist as she remembered. Spring has not yet arrived, and the continuous rain and snow weather in Xiuyuan Mountain will not end. From here
Looking from a distance, you can't see anything.
"I want to go to Heshan Town."
Shi'er thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I'll go with you."
“Is it convenient?”
"It's okay, please tell Guan Wei and the head of Wulou Mountain to sue him."
Heshan Town is very different from when she came last time.
When she came the first two times, the town seemed quiet and quiet, very lively, with people coming and going, doing business, running workshops, and children running around on the streets, competing for sugar people and shuttlecocks to watch.
It's not important to come.
But now the whole town seems very deserted.
Many shops on the street do not open their doors to do business. Even if they open the doors, they appear listless and absent-minded, without the sound of shouting and hawking in the past, and there is no running around chasing children who are fighting, and even the flags held by the restaurant are weak.
Then, there was no spirit of being swaying and cheering.
Many people in the town must have heard the news that they had moved out, and the rest were still insisting for some reason.
Qiuqiu didn't care about his feelings.
She saw the small store that used to be a thrift store.
The door panel was tightly placed, and even the old rental word she had seen was written in its original place.
It seems that this house has never been leased since the person who opened a thrift store left. Maybe because something happened in Xiuyuan Mountain at that time, the world has become more and more difficult day by day. Only those who left have not come here again.
people.
"Go in and have a look."
"good."
Shi'er took off two door panels, revealing the doorway that could enter and exit.
The light in the house was very dark, and it was still the pattern that Qiuqiu had seen before. The house was empty. Things had long been empty, and there were only traces of dust accumulation and messy footprints underground.
Qiuqiu pointed to Shi'er: "At that time, the things were placed in that corner, which was quite messy. There were all old things in the store, such as vases, old tables, clothes boxes, and there seemed to be old clothes. I
Didn't look closely." She pointed to the corner beside the door again: "The boss was lying behind that time."
Both of them took a step towards the high counter at the same time.
Well, they probably thought of going together again.
Shi'er walked behind the counter and Qiuqiu stood beside him.
This counter seems to be a bit old. The paint on it can't tell the original color, and the edges and edges are all grinded and round and smooth.
There was an old inkstone on the counter and a bare pen that was about to be used, which seemed to be very ordinary.
There are two drawers at the bottom. They may have stuff like change and account books, but now the drawers are empty.
They seemed to have been in vain. There are no clues here.
If you can find this shop owner, you may get clues about Fujin's real person or news about Huo'er.
"I'll go to the store around and ask again." Qiuqiu said.
"good."
Qiuqiu didn't have much hope, and the shops on both sides were closed. Fortunately, the restaurant was still standing stubbornly. The shopkeeper was still the same old Cai, who looked older than Qiuqiu last time he saw him. Squinted.
"Uncle Cai, do you still recognize me? I've asked you about the thrift store diagonally across from you..."
The old man nodded slowly: "I remember."
"that……"
"The person you asked for, came back a few days ago."
Qiuqiu was extremely surprised: "Really? When? What did he come back to do? Do you know where he is now?"
"It's the end of last month, right?" Lao Cai recalled: "I also asked him where he came from and whether he still had to open a store. The world is not good now, and everyone in the town has left. It's not a good time for him to come back.
”
As soon as people get older, they are inevitably full of words. Qiuqiu listens to him patiently.
“What he said was strange.”
“What’s strange?”
"He said, he came back because he knew something happened."
Why?
Who took the initiative to make things worse?
"What else did he say?"
"I didn't say anything more. He was wearing cleaner than before. He looked... he looked pretty young. I almost didn't recognize him. I always thought he was about the same age as me, but when I looked at it, it seemed that he was just now.
People in their thirties and forties…”
Qiuqiu's heart moved.
She had seen the boss and thought he was very old, and she had to be at least fifty or sixty.
How could he suddenly become younger?
Lao Cai said: "He sold two kilograms of wine... He didn't say much, and he left."
"Do you know where he is staying?"
Old Cai shook his head confusedly: "It shouldn't be far away. Look at his appearance... Maybe he moved back to the town and lived there. He walked there."
Qiuqiu turned his head in the direction he pointed.
That is the direction to Xiuyuan Mountain.
Seeing that Qiuqiu couldn't ask anything again, she nodded and said, "Thank you. If you see him again, please be careful for me. This person is very important to us." She took out the money and handed it to Lao Cai.
But Lao Cai didn't answer, and his rough hands were swayed with wrinkles: "No, you're going to live one day now, what's the use of these?"
Qiuqiu thought about it, took back the money, and gave him a newly drawn talisman paper: "This is the talisman I drew myself. If there is any danger, maybe I can give you a warning in advance. Please accept it."
Lao Cai still didn't seem to agree, but Fu he accepted it.
Maybe he lives to his age and doesn't care much about life and death.
Qiuqiu walked back in a hurry. If he hadn't been worried about being in the town, he would have wanted to fly.
"Shi'er, let me tell you, Old Man Cai from the restaurant tell me a message..."
She walked into the door, and then the voice suddenly stopped.
Someone and Shi'er stood face to face and turned to her.
In the dim light, the man was wearing a half-old Taoist robe that people in Xiuyuan Mountain Gate would wear, and his gray hair was neatly tidy on his head. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote.
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