Listening to Daozhang Huang's slow talk, everyone finally understood the origin of Longyuan Mountain.
The name of this mountain used to be very common, just Tushan.
Although the name is ordinary, the place is not ordinary. This place was once an ancient battlefield, where fierce battles took place, and there were no casualties. Over time, the place became surrounded by Yin Qi and became a gathering place for monsters and monsters.
Later, an extremely powerful zombie occupied this place, killing and devouring all those who resisted. Then, ordinary people who came and went, and even powerful Buddhist and Taoist masters, fell here.
Finally, an expert came to Tushan. No one knew his name or his identity, but the sword in his hand was recognized as the missing Seven-Star Longyuan Sword!
This expert fought with the zombie for three days and three nights, and finally killed the evil-doing zombie, wiped out all the other ghosts and ghosts, and restored peace to the mountain.
Tengteng Town, also after the Taiping, took hundreds of years to slowly
Slowly prospered.
Some people say that the right part of Tushan was flattened by the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword in a fierce battle.
The master did not leave his name after killing the zombies. People were grateful for his achievements at that time and renamed Tushan Mountain Longyuan Mountain to commemorate him and the peaceful and peaceful life brought by the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword.
"It's unheard of that a mountain can be flattened with one sword. I'm afraid someone made it up deliberately." Taoist Priest Simu looked at Longyuan Mountain and shook his head, obviously not believing it.
"The poor monk also feels that it is a bit exaggerated." Master Yixiu rarely agreed with Taoist Priest Shimu's opinion.
"I do think it's possible."
Taoist Master Qianhe murmured with a look of fascination: "After practicing the Demon Subduing Technique to the highest level, if the opponent is in the realm of a Heavenly Master, holding the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, not to mention cutting off a piece, even if the entire mountain is cut off, it will not be enough."
Difficult matter."
"Uncle Master is right. Over the past thousands of years, many amazing and talented people have appeared. And he can get the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword. He is definitely not an unknown person. He may be the descendant of Zhenren Zhang."
There were little stars twinkling in Feng's eyes. In the whole Taoist sect, he was a fan of Uncle Jiu, but the one he admired the most was Zhang Sanfeng. This old man who had lived for more than a hundred years was a nearly invincible existence in Jin Yong's world.
A true wonder through the ages!
Huang Daochang chuckled after hearing the argument among several people: "These are just legends. They were passed down orally by the earliest people in Tengteng Town, and passed down from generation to generation, and then were written into unofficial history. But what is the truth, no one knows
Know."
A terrible thought suddenly flashed through Feng Yi's mind. He thought about it and said hesitantly: "What if that period of history is true?"
"Well, why do you say this?" Several people asked in confusion.
"It's a bit unreasonable for a town with a population of several thousand to be overrun by zombies overnight and turn the entire town into a zombie town.
Even in Jiuquan Town, there was a zombie walking at night due to some strange combination of circumstances. In the beginning, it was just caused by a special zombie." Feng said with a solemn expression.
"You mean, the changes here are related to the zombie from the past?"
"This is just my guess, the worst kind, probably not
real."
Feng Yi thought about it for a moment and then rejected his idea and said: "The village is just ahead, maybe I can ask something."
"good."
After approaching the village, everyone discovered that it was a village with only a few houses, and the other houses were very dilapidated and looked like they had been in disrepair for a long time. Only the slightly larger house in the middle was letting out the smoke.
"Old man, is this your home?" Huang Taoist saw an old man with wrinkles on his face and white hair sitting at the door of the house, and he took the initiative to step forward and asked.
The old man didn't even raise his eyes, he was still carving the wood in his hand, and said coldly: "This is not my home, could it be your home?"
What he said was too rude. Priest Simu stared and was about to get angry when Priest Qianhe hurriedly stopped him.
"Old man, we don't mean any harm, we just want to stay for a night." Huang Daochang was good at cultivating his Qi and did not get angry. He still said in a good voice.
"forget it."
The old man sneered softly and said: "Why should a person who is about to die live? The place is dirty for no reason."
The sentence just now was acceptable, but this sentence was even more unpleasant. If he just asked for a place to stay, the other party would directly curse him to death, so Huang Daozhang's face became embarrassed.
Feng Yi looked at the old man, thoughtfully.
If Huang Daozhang comes by himself, he will definitely die. What the old man said is not a lie. Although his tone is not good, he is telling the truth.
Could it be that he knows something?
"Let's go, I don't believe there's no one else to stay nearby." Taoist Master Simu couldn't hold it in any longer and turned around to leave angrily.
"I'm sorry, but within a radius of ten miles, I'm the only one alive." The old man threw another sentence.
"So what, even if I stay outdoors for one night, it's better than listening to your crazy talk here."
In order to disgust the other party, Taoist Master Four Eyes specially changed the wind into madness in his heart. In his opinion, such an old man who talks nonsense is as stupid as crazy.
different.
"It's really rare for a person who is practicing outside to speak evil words."
The old man picked up the wood and blew gently. The wood chips on it were flying like butterflies. If he looked carefully, he saw that the originally uneven wood had been carved into a delicate wooden sword as big as a palm.
Feng Yi's pupils shrank, his eyes condensed, and he thought to himself: What an amazing hand speed, could he be a single boss?
When this hand was exposed, even Taoist Priest Four Eyes was a little shocked. He only saw the other person cutting and rubbing with a knife, and thought he was playing around with it. Who would have thought that he was actually a hand-sculptor.
No, we are just here to ask for directions. We have no grudges with you. Are you going to say bad things when we meet?
The old man put the wooden sword in the pocket at his feet, making a sound of wood hitting it. Feng Yi secretly said: It seems there is more than one wooden sword in it. Why did he carve so many wooden swords?
Thinking of this, he took the initiative and said: "This old man, may I ask you what kind of wood you used when carving?"
"Taomu, how about it?"
The old man raised his head and glanced at Feng Yi. Originally, there was a hint of strange color on Gujing Wubo's face, but he quickly put away the strange color.
"Dare I ask if my father-in-law is also a member of our generation?" Feng asked after seeing his father-in-law turning around to go back to the house.
When the old man pointed out the wood material, several people were a little surprised. If you are really a handicraft enthusiast, the wood choice is nanmu, basswood, agarwood or even boxwood, which is more suitable than peach wood. Although peach wood can exorcise evil spirits and cure ghosts, the carving process is more cumbersome and complicated.
.
Therefore, Feng Yi's question was also what they wanted to know.
If they are really like-minded, why are they so surly and rude?
