Everyone else was blown away by the strong wind?
No, with the cultivation of Wang Linian, Ji Xingwang and others, they would not be blown away by the wind.
It's more like, connected to myself, everyone is transported to other places.
Li Ang looked around and saw that the mountain path he had come from had disappeared, and there were no moon or stars in the sky. The chirping of birds from the depths of the forest seemed to have been reduced in volume and somewhat distorted due to the thick fog.
"Although strange mutations are all kinds of weird, they can be roughly divided into two types. One is completely irregular, comparable to the crazy dream that occurs after eating poisonous mushrooms."
Li Ang said silently: "The second kind is that there are rules to follow, and sometimes they are even normal. For example, the shadow of the city in the blood river."
From a monk's perspective, the second type of trick is undoubtedly easier to deal with than the previous one.
But if the mutation in this place has a certain sense of self-awareness and can detect the appearance of the monks, and choose to divide and disintegrate, and defeat them one by one, it will be even worse.
"I didn't see any communication fireworks launched by others in the sky. Maybe it's because I'm too far away from them, or maybe they're too busy taking care of themselves. No matter what it is, there's no reason to waste the limited number of fireworks."
Li Ang thought for a moment, climbed up the tree and looked into the distance. The distance was also obscured by thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
He had no choice but to fall back to the ground and take out the compass he had prepared in advance from his arms. The needle was spinning in place, unable to indicate the direction.
"Tsk, not surprising."
Li Ang put away the compass, randomly picked up a thick long wooden stick that was broken by the wind from the ground, and threw it into the air.
Snap.
The wooden stick fell to the ground and pointed in a diagonal direction.
"Then let's go this way."
Li Ang picked up the wooden stick, used it as a sword, painted a sword flower, and strode forward, humming a powerful melody in his mouth.
"Arrogance in the face of thousands of waves, blood like the red sun, courage like iron, bones like fine steel, ambitions hundreds of thousands of feet, vision far and wide, hey, ha——"
Humming the melody of the song all the way, the road ahead went down gently. After walking for a while, the trees became sparser and the fog became slightly thinner. The visible range expanded, and the sky seemed to light up, with a brilliant glow, just like in the evening.
This is...village?
Li Ang stood on a stone and looked down, and saw buildings erected on the mountain col in the distance. Most of them were newer, including three-sided courtyards and four-sided courtyards, and some were rare high-end houses.
However, there are relatively few low-rise brick houses that are standard in mountain villages, and their distribution is more remote.
"Lu... monk?"
A soft and hesitant voice came from the side. Li Ang turned around and saw a woman wearing a veil walking out of the woods and looking at him hesitantly.
"It's me. Your name is Guan Anyan, right?"
Li Ang recognized the other party. The veiled woman was a disciple of Ji Xingwang and Chu Haoman's junior sister. According to what was said at the inn, she had innate divination ability and could predict bad luck.
"Yeah."
Guan Anyan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you sing just now?"
Li Ang nodded and said, "Yes, is there a problem?"
"Uh..."
Guan Anyan hesitated and said: "I think the safest way to deal with strange changes is to hide yourself first..."
"Oh, I was thinking that since this place can teleport everyone separately, it might mean that it has some kind of intelligence,"
Li Ang said calmly: "If you sing, you can make the other party want to listen.
If you suddenly stop in the middle of singing, you can also seduce the other person into singing along."
"Ah?"
Guan Anyan looked confused, "Yes, is this such a thing?"
"Yes, I have a friend who is an executioner. Every time he is executed, he has to sing the entire opening song first, otherwise he won't be able to behead him."
Li Ang said casually: "The others seem to have dispersed due to the earthquake and strong wind just now.
Can you divine where they are?"
"I'll try."
Guan Anyan closed her eyes and held her breath for a while. The veil floated slightly, revealing a face with mottled skin, one patch of white and one patch of gray.
"No."
Guan Anyan opened his eyes, raised his hand to smooth the veil, and said softly: "I can't see their specific location, but they should be in this area. And there seem to be living people in the village."
"Are you alive..."
Li Ang looked down at the village below, and could vaguely see some villagers wearing raincoats, carrying hoes and other farm tools, leaving the farmland and heading to the village built on the mountain.
According to what Scholar Yu said before, no one has settled in this area of Qishui Au for hundreds of years. If Li Ang and the others hadn't been teleported to other places, then there would definitely be something wrong with these "villagers" at the foot of the mountain.
"I'll go down and check out the situation. You can stay here and wait for others, or you can follow me."
Relying on the lack of spiritual energy fluctuations in Mo Si's clone, Li Ang waved his hand, stepped off the boulder, and headed down the mountain, while Guan Anyan hesitated for a moment and chose to follow.
"I will meet the villagers later. If they can communicate, I will negotiate - claiming that we are tourists from other places, coming here to look for our missing friend Chu Haoman."
Li Ang gave a brief instruction to Guan Anyan, came to the country road, straightened the scarf under the bamboo hat, raised his hand to stop a villager in coir raincoat, "Hello, father-in-law, my sister and I are here..."
Before Li Ang could finish speaking, the villager who looked to be in his fifties or sixties and had a wrinkled face walked over carrying a hoe with an expressionless face, as if he had not heard Li Ang's words.
"..."
Li Ang raised his eyebrows and followed him reluctantly, speaking in dialect, "Laoxiang, my sister and I are here to find someone. Can you help me give some directions?"
The coir raincoat villagers passed by indifferently, without even looking at Li Ang.
Deaf? Still not communicating with outsiders?
"Lao Zhang,"
Li Ang took out a handful of gold blades from his arms, spread it out in a fan shape in his hand, and fanned it in front of the villagers. He took out the wooden stick in his other hand, "Old man, this is money, please help me point it out."
Road, these are all yours."
The coir raincoat villager finally turned to look at Li Ang, his eyes were dull and numb, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Leave, you are not welcome here."
Finally spoke.
Li Ang's heart moved. He was not afraid of the other party's bad attitude, but was afraid of being completely unable to communicate. He immediately said: "Why don't you welcome us? We are just looking for a friend. When we find someone, we will leave on our own and will not disturb you.
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As the saying goes, “traveling all over the land of China, you will find Dingzhou intoxicatingly beautiful and colorful. Fellow fellow, you have to consider the image of Dingzhou...”
Before he finished speaking, a series of dense Haotian bells sounded in the village.
Dang Dang Dang——
All the villagers carrying farm tools on the road stopped and looked at the village halfway up the mountain.
The next second, all the villagers started running wildly along the mountain road, rushing to the village, as if if they could not enter the village before the bell stopped, something terrible would happen.
This chapter has been completed!