Nalan said: "I, Ada, said that there used to be a path in the north of the mountain. No one has walked on it in these years, and it has been covered by things like firewood and branches. Let's go find this path."

Ha San agreed and left two soldiers to guard the horses. Everyone drew their sabers and searched for a while. There seemed to be some traces. This was considered the best way to go.

Everyone trudged up the mountain while cutting branches. At this moment, birds flew away in fright, animals ran away, and the whole mountain became lively.

Ha San was a little strange and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this Granny Xian and why does she live here? Is she a cultivator of immortality?"

Nalan said: "When I was a child, I heard from my grandfather that Granny Xian was originally a maid and a monk of Our Lady of Taiyuan. She was expelled from the sect for violating the rules. Since then, she has become moody and made trouble everywhere. Later, for some reason, she stopped

After understanding his nature, he came to Chijin Mountain in the Western Regions.

"Everyone has passed it down from generation to generation. They only say that there is such a person, but not many people have ever heard of her. But my grandfather did meet her."

When Ha San heard this, his heart went cold. Is this still a human being? Isn't this a myth and legend? I'm afraid he is not even a cultivator. It seems that this trip will be in vain.

Boyan explained that after climbing up the stone cliff, there is a large platform with some temples, and Granny Xian lives there.

Several people had been walking for an hour, and the sun had set to the west, so the soldiers could no longer walk. Ha San ordered to take a rest. Several people leaned against the tree trunks to drink water and eat dry food to replenish their strength.

Ha San was observing silently. He noticed that on the left hand side, some branches and weeds were chopped off and trampled in a mess. This meant that there were people going up and down the mountain all the time. He pointed at it, and Nalan nodded, indicating that they had seen it.

Hasan walked over and saw that some branches were still very fresh, no more than a day old, and there were also a lot of people going up and down the mountain, at least ten people.

Nalan said: "It's fine if it's a normal pedestrian, but if it's an enemy, the brothers down the mountain will be in danger."

Ha San said: "Let's speed up. Regardless of whether they are enemies or not, they are in the dark and we are in the open. We can't hide from them. Let's take advantage of them."

Ha San waved his hands, and the others sped up. They passed through a dense forest and saw a row of stone steps. The few people climbed up the steps and came to a small square. They saw broken walls and piles of rubble. Where were they?

Any traces of someone living there?

However, Hasan had been in battle for a long time, and his sixth sense told him that someone was peeping around. He quickly sent a signal to the soldiers to prepare for battle, and several people stood on the platform, fully alert.

Nalan shouted loudly: "Dohan, the deputy general manager of Chixi, brought a message to Granny Xian."

After shouting three times in a row, I could only hear the lingering echoes, which spread far and wide in this empty mountain.

Ha San was surprised. He didn't know who Nalan was talking about. He was clearly a fourth-grade military attache from the previous dynasty.

When Ha San saw no one answered, he walked towards the temple and passed through the ruined temple. There was a tall building behind it. Although it was a little dilapidated, it could still provide shelter from wind and rain.

Ha San thought: "Does Granny Xian live there?" When he led people to the door, Nalan repeated those words, but they still heard the echo. But they firmly believed that there must be someone here now.

They opened the door carefully. The room was dark and empty, and there was not even a Buddha statue. But Ha San saw the messy footprints on the ground and heard what seemed to be human breathing, and shouted: "Get out.

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Before he finished speaking, rays of cold light shot out from all directions. Several people held knives and called, but two soldiers had already been hit by darts. Nalan caught one with his hand and shot it out with his backhand.

He cried and fell down.

At this time, five or six big men jumped out, holding Mongolian scimitars, and greeted several people. Ha San shouted in Chinese: "Don't panic, these are thieves, kill them."

Several people fought with swords, and several soldiers were at a disadvantage. Ha San and Nalan quickly defeated their opponents. Seeing that their subordinates were defeated, Ha San used blunderbuss, Nalan used darts, and knocked down several others.

The man ran backwards, with several people chasing after him. It turned out to be a back door.

After chasing out the back door, there was a passage. Ha San felt that he had entered a cave, and it became darker and darker as he walked. Ha San shouted: "Stop!"

He knew that he would suffer big losses if he continued to chase, so he wanted to withdraw and get a torch before coming back in.

At this time, someone seemed to want to cooperate with him, and said a Mongolian saying: "Light the torch!" Then there was a rustling sound, and the torch was lit.

Ha San saw that they did not sneak up on him in the dark, and he had a good impression of them. After taking a closer look, he saw that there were nearly twenty of them, all dressed in Mongolian uniforms, standing there, holding scimitars, facing Ha San and others.

People stare angrily, as if they have deep hatred.

Ha San felt that there was a misunderstanding between them and said loudly: "Dear heroes, we have no grievances and no grudges. We are strangers. Why do we kill each other as soon as we meet?"

One of them replied: "Don't talk so much nonsense. Judging from the way you are dressed, you are also Mongolian. What are you doing here on the mountain? Are you on official duty?"

Hasan couldn't see his appearance clearly, only saw a long tuft of hair on his cheek, and said: "We went up the mountain to visit Granny Xian, and we didn't intend to bump into the heroes. How can I meet Granny Xian?"

The people in the cave laughed loudly, and Tuofu Mao said: "Have you heard too many myths? The sky is clear in the daytime, how can you show your mother-in-law? This is obviously an excuse. What did this woman just say about deputy general manager? It's not an official job.

What? You are riding an official horse and holding a blunderbuss, and you still want to deny it. What are you doing here?"

Only then did Ha San understand that he had accidentally broken into a den of thieves, and felt angry and funny. Since it was a den of thieves, and judging by their tone, it was impossible to show off his mother-in-law.

He didn't want to wade into this muddy water. One more thing would be better than one less thing. So he bowed to these people and said: "Brother, I really wandered into your place by mistake. I'm sorry, let's leave now."

At this time, a man came in and said something in Zhu Mao's ear. Zhu Mao said, "Please stay and take a look. Do you know this person? If you are here for him, you can take him away."

The torch was shining towards the ceiling of the cave, and there was a Mongolian hanging on it. Ha San didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't even look at it. He said, "It has nothing to do with my brother. I'm leaving."

A tuft of hair suddenly said: "His name is Amo, a veterinarian in Yuma City."

The sound was not loud, but it sounded like lightning to Hasan. Are these thieves related to Ma Cheng? They stopped, turned around, and asked, "Who are you?"

Tuft of Hair laughed again and said: "The wolf's tail is still leaking out. Your two brothers at the foot of the mountain are both carrying blunderbuss and talking in bad Mongolian. What are they if they are not Han officials? Now let's talk
Chapter completed!