The white-haired old man took Xiao Shi and Uncle Jiu all the way to the market at the foot of Fuyun Mountain.
"Master, it was at this market that we met Ye Qingyun."
Xiao Shi said.
The white-haired old man hummed, then closed his eyes and used his spiritual consciousness to explore the entire market.
The old man had advanced cultivation and could see the entire market clearly in an instant.
Just quickly.
The old man was a little disappointed.
There were some warriors throughout the market.
But they are all people with low cultivation level and cannot enter his Dharma eyes at all.
Naturally, it cannot be that mysterious expert.
But then I thought about it.
That expert may have been hiding his cultivation and wanted to travel around the world as a mortal.
Perhaps among the mortals he investigated, there was this mysterious master.
So, the white-haired old man calmed down and began to wander around the entire market.
Xiao Shi asked Uncle Jiu to return to Beichuan first, while he followed the white-haired old man around the market.
I wandered around for seven full days.
This small market has been thoroughly explored by the white-haired old man.
He even knew exactly how many old people and children there were in the market.
But Ye Qingyun was never found.
"Is it possible that this master has gone away?"
The white-haired old man couldn't help but guess so.
Xiao Shi suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, he seems to know Old Man Huang, the storyteller in the teahouse."
The white-haired old man glared at her.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Xiao Shi was a little embarrassed.
"Master, forgive me, I forgot."
The white-haired old man: "..."
Now that I have a clue, I naturally look for it quickly.
The master and apprentice came to the teahouse.
It happened that old man Huang was telling stories.
Moreover, the book in question was also The Legend of the Condor Heroes that Ye Qingyun told him.
Old Man Huang spoke with great emotion and impassionedness.
There were no empty seats in the teahouse, and the shopkeeper was so happy that he smiled from ear to ear, and kept asking the waiters to refill the tea and water for the guests.
It can be said that since Ye Qingyun spoke once in his teahouse, the business of this teahouse has been booming day by day.
I don't know how much stronger than before.
Although Ye Qingyun never told stories again, Old Man Huang could still tell the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
"Master, that is Old Man Huang."
Xiao Shi pointed at the old man Huang who was telling the story.
The white-haired old man glanced at Old Man Huang and determined that this man had no cultivation.
He did not interrupt directly, but listened to Old Man Huang's story.
Unconsciously, the white-haired old man himself was immersed in it, and his thoughts were completely following the story told by the old man Huang.
After a paragraph of reading was finished, many guests in the teahouse dispersed.
The white-haired old man then asked Xiao Shi to ask questions.
Soon, Xiao Shi came back.
"Master, I have already asked. Ye Qingyun seems to live in nearby Fuyun Mountain."
"Floating Cloud Mountain?"
The white-haired old man frowned slightly.
He remembered that he seemed to have been to this place.
Thinking back carefully, the white-haired old man remembered.
A hundred years ago, the white-haired old man had a confrontation with a very powerful enemy. He chased him all the way and passed through Fuyun Mountain.
At that time, the white-haired old man was shocked by the restrictions on Fuyun Mountain.
"Let's go to Fuyun Mountain."
The two of them headed to Fuyun Mountain without any delay.
When the white-haired old man saw that the black fog was no longer covering the top of Fuyun Mountain, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"The restrictions back then have actually disappeared!"
He remembers it clearly.
When he passed Fuyun Mountain at that time, he thought it was just ordinary black fog, but he triggered the ban and almost lost his life here.
Now, all the black fog on the mountain has dissipated.
The ban on representation has also disappeared.
"Could it be that expert?"
The white-haired old man couldn't help but guess so.
He calmed down and walked up the mountain with Xiao Shi.
It didn't take long.
The white-haired old man stopped.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Xiao Shi looked at the white-haired old man in confusion.
The white-haired old man did not speak, but looked ahead with a solemn expression.
Xiao Shi followed the white-haired old man's gaze.
I saw a big golden retriever dog lying on a rock not far away, lazily basking in the sun.
This big golden retriever even exposed its belly, looking lazy.
"This is the dog following Ye Qingyun!"
Xiao Shi recognized him at a glance.
Just as she was about to go over, she was stopped by the white-haired old man.
"What's wrong, Master?"
Xiao Shi was puzzled.
The white-haired old man's expression was extremely solemn, and it could even be said that he was a little scared.
He stared at the big golden retriever dog, breathing heavily.
"This is a demon king!"
Xiao Shi was stunned.
To be continued...