In this way, I searched for four or five days near Wuliang Mountain. During this period, Xiao Yao's understanding of the local situation continued to increase. It turned out that since Yinsheng produces Pu'er tea locally, and the tea grown here does not have to worry about sales, and the benefits it earns a lot every year, every household makes a living by growing tea. In addition, a group of fixed tea dealers have come here to buy it regularly, and they have made an appointment to share the same hatred for the enemy and reject all those who intend to get a piece of the pie here, and do their best to protect Yinsheng's local tea farmers. Therefore, this area where Wuliang Mountain is located can enjoy peace for a long time. Life is comfortable and rich, and there is a dedicated person to protect it. Therefore, over time, the local martial arts practice trend has faded and disappeared, and it has become a current person.

The situation of people growing tea is not strong. Xiao Yao not only discovered that sixty or seventy years ago, a hero named Wang Qianlie appeared in Yinsheng, who had helped the locals compete with those bad tea merchants, but he had nothing else to find. Looking at the exquisite and beautiful scenery, the picturesque scenery with clear and quiet mountains and rivers, although he was willing to enjoy it, the major events in his heart were still unresolved, and the time was delayed longer, and he couldn't help but get angry. In the past few days, Xiao Yao inquired around Wuliang Mountain every day, and asked people when he saw people, so that everyone in the nearby villages knew that there was a handsome young man who wanted to find a Wuliang Sword Sect. The people here were simple, and when they saw Xiao Yao, they were fruitless. In fact, everyone wanted to help him, but because they really didn't know, they could never help.

On this day, Xiao Yao met a passing tea merchant again. After asking the other party, he was still clueless. Sitting dejectedly on the ground, looking at the towering Wuliang Mountain, Xiao Yao was confused about his judgment for the first time. Thinking about the various things he encountered after coming to this world of God-Sculpture, he couldn't help but wonder, isn't the world of Heavenly Dragon and God-Sculpture really connected to each other in real life? While he was wondering, he saw an old man with silver hair and local ethnic minority costumes staggering towards him from afar. He was getting closer. He suddenly waved to Xiao Yao and said, "#@￥%￥@#￥%@#."

When Xiao Yao saw the old man walking and talking, and waved in his direction, he couldn't help but look behind him. After confirming that the old man was talking to him, he quickly got up and went up. As he got closer, Xiao Yao realized that the old man seemed to be in his eighties and nineties, with a hunched body and his hands as rough and dry as branches. If it weren't for the colorful clothes on his body, Xiao Yao could still feel some vitality, he would have thought that the old man in front of him was about to be idled. After carefully holding the old man on a big rock on the side of the road, Xiao Yao said, "Old man, are you doing anything?" His voice was slight, afraid that he would accidentally frighten the old man who was so angry that he would accidentally frighten the old man.

Sitting on the stone, the old man was still muttering endlessly, speaking some local languages ​​that Xiao Yao could not understand at all. In fact, after these days of inquiry and communication with others, Xiao Yao has gradually become accustomed to and adapted to local dialect, especially for the younger generation who have followed tea merchants out of the mountains and walked on the rivers and lakes, the communication is even more smooth. But now, listening to the old man in front of him, although Xiao Yao knew that he was speaking the local language, he couldn't understand a single sentence, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

In his words, he understood that this old man probably never left the mountain in his life, so his accent was extremely pure, and it was normal for him, an outsider to understand it. But because of this, Xiao Yao could not help but secretly guess that there was a gap between the dragon and the divine eagle. The old man was over 70 years old and lived near Wuliang Mountain all his life. Maybe he might know something that young people didn't know. Moreover, the two of them had never known each other, but he came to find him at this time. There must be a reason for this, and maybe it was related to the matter of Wuliang Sword Sect.

But the two of them couldn't speak, which was really a problem. Seeing the old man keeping his fingers on Wuliang Mountain, talking nonstop, Xiao Yao had to bite his teeth and gesture with his hands to the old man. He first drew a few human figures holding long swords on the ground, then drew a big house, and then pointed to Wuliang Mountain to indicate whether there were sword-training people in the mountain. The old man looked at the picture Xiao Yao was drawing on the ground, and suddenly thoughtful in his eyes, then slowly raised his head and looked at Wuliang Mountain. Xiao Yao saw this scene

, I felt a little moved, just thinking about what to think of another way to make the old man reveal more information, but suddenly a young man ran in a hurry in the distance. Seeing Xiao Yao, the two of them looked at each other and couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that this young man was the person who had told Xiao Yao about Wang Qianlie's past. After smiling politely, the young man squatted down and said to the old man sitting on the stone: "Grandpa, why did you run out alone? Everyone in the family is looking for you, worried that something happened to you, everyone is very anxious."

The old man said hoarsely: "##@##@##."

Xiao Yao was confused when he heard this, but when the young man suddenly raised his head, looked at Xiao Yao, paused, and asked the old man again, "Do you know what the Wuliang Sword Sect is doing?"

When Xiao Yao heard this, he immediately became energetic, as if a bright light of dawn had finally shot into the thick fog in front of him. He looked at the young man with anticipation in his eyes, hoping that he could act as a translator. The young man looked at Xiao Yao's confused and anxious eyes at him, knowing that he couldn't understand the dialect of his grandfather. After hearing what the old man said, he said to Xiao Yao: "Brother, this is my grandfather. A few days ago, you asked me about the Wuliang Sword Sect, and I accidentally told my grandfather about this matter. Unexpectedly, after hearing this matter, my grandfather, who had not taken a step out of the village for several years, would come out to find you personally and say that he would tell you something about the Wuliang Sword Sect in person."

Hearing this, Xiao Yao couldn't help but ask excitedly: "The younger generation will listen carefully. But I don't know if my brother can tell you one or two of them."
Chapter completed!