However, Leng Xuan noticed that outside a stone house on the edge of the village, an old man was sitting on a wooden chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had not seen everything happening around him. Seeing this, Leng Xuan walked quickly
He stepped forward, raised his hands and greeted, "Hello, old man." The old man slowly opened his eyes, turned to look at Leng Xuan, and asked, "Young man, do you have anything to do with me, old man?" Leng Xuan replied, "Old man,
, do you know a man named Jiu Lao?" The old man shook his head and said: "I don't know him." Leng Xuan asked strangely: "Isn't he living here?"
The old man said: "Ask other villagers, maybe they know that my old man just came here to settle down, and many people don't know him." Leng Xuan heard this and asked: "Old man, look at them, they seem to have no interest in me.
Very hostile. Could it be that the villagers here are xenophobic?" The old man said calmly: "They are not xenophobic, they have just been oppressed by the Palace of the Gods for too long." Leng Xuan asked curiously: "What's going on?" The old man replied:
"During this period of time, in order to fight against Yaoyuan Palace, the Wanshen Palace has been recruiting troops everywhere, and Xinzhuang cannot avoid it. Originally, there were more than a hundred villagers in Xinzhuang, but now there are less than half of them." Leng Xuan frowned slightly.
He said: "Isn't Wanshen Palace cultivating the true way? How could it do such a forced thing?" The old man sneered: "Cultivation of the true way? The so-called cultivation of the true way is just to use the slogan of justice to deceive the world. In fact, it is
They are some selfish hypocrites. For their own benefit, they will do anything. You should have noticed when you entered the village just now that there are very few men in this village because they were all arrested by the Palace of the Gods."
After a pause, he continued: "All the villagers captured by the Pantheon Palace have never come back. They are probably reduced to cannon fodder and died in the war."
Leng Xuan said: "Old man, could you please ask the villagers here for me to see if anyone knows Mr. Jiu?" The old man asked: "Why are you looking for him?" Leng Xuan replied: "One point
Private matter." The old man nodded slowly and said: "Okay." After saying that, he stood up and said: "Follow me." With that, he walked towards a stone house opposite. After entering the door, Leng Xuan
Looking around, I saw that the light in the room was very dark, and sitting on a worn-out chair was an old woman. The old woman's eyes were dull and her expression was dull, like a body without a soul. Seeing Leng
Xuan looked slightly surprised, and the old man sighed softly and said: "Her son was arrested by people from the Pantheon Palace a few days ago." Hearing his voice, the old woman finally had a reaction.
Slowly turning her head, looking at the old man and asking: "What are you doing here?" After saying that, she turned her eyes and looked at Leng Xuan beside the old man, and said in a cold tone: "Who is he?" The old man said quickly: "You
Don’t worry, he’s not from the Pantheon Palace.”
After hearing this, the old woman's tense face relaxed a lot. Seeing this, the old man continued: "Old woman, this guy is here to find a man named Jiulao. I don't know if you recognize him." The old woman frowned and said.
"Jiu Lao? Why are you looking for him?" Leng Xuan cupped his hands and said, "Jiu Lao is an old friend of my master. Before my master died, he ordered me to come to Jiu Lao and convey a message to him." After hearing this,
The old woman said coldly: "You can go, that old man died many years ago."