The Nine Secrets of Lizhou came from a very mysterious place. Ye Fan carefully observed this brocade silk. According to what was written above, it was very far away, close to the central region of the Eastern Wasteland.
Holy Cliff, this is an ancient name, it is marked on this brocade silk, it is the place where the nine secrets are contained.
Ye Fan thought the name was a bit special and couldn't help but ask the big black dog, "Hei Huang, have you heard of Shengya?"
The big black dog's heart suddenly jumped and he said, "How do you know this name?"
"I threw the ancient scroll to Duan De and kept this brocade silk. It mentioned that the Nine Secrets are hidden there." Ye Fan did not hide it from the Black Emperor.
"This place is very extraordinary. A great emperor went there and felt something in his heart when facing the ancient cliff. He once paid his respects there." The Black Emperor said.
"What kind of place is it?" Ye Fan was even more surprised.
"There seems to be a rumor that a great ancient holy body died there, and the blood dyed the stone cliff red. The ancient emperors were all lonely and invincible. After traveling to the ancient cliff, they probably thought that the holy body, if it was still alive, would be worth taking action.
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"There is such an anecdote..." Ye Fan touched his chin. This was an unusual place. The Nine Secrets were hidden in that area, and he had to go there.
But he doesn't want to leave now. With the brocade and silk in hand, the Nine Secrets can't escape. When the time comes, he can just follow the diagram to find the secret. Today, what he needs most is to improve his realm, rather than urgently looking for the secret method.
In these days, he traveled to dozens of cities, constantly buying stones, and then went to uninhabited places to cut them open. Adding to what he had previously, he had accumulated more than ten thousand kilograms of stones.
At present, he has been able to break through to the third heaven of the Tao Palace, but he is not satisfied and wants to be promoted to the fourth heaven of the Tao Palace.
It's just that it's too difficult. It requires 100,000 kilograms of resources. This is a dizzying number. It's a bit difficult just to gamble on stones.
"Maybe it's time to go to the Holy City..." Ye Fan said to himself.
After more than half a month, the Lizhou turmoil did not subside. On the contrary, it became more and more intense. Duan De, another focus figure of the day, was in a state of embarrassment compared to Ye Fan.
The unscrupulous Taoist priest is indeed a character. In that situation that day, he actually found an opportunity and successfully escaped.
However, his life was very difficult next. All the Holy Lands were searching for him at the same time. Wu Dao, one of the Thirteen Bandits, was chasing him with a roar, and the demon clan was also pestering him.
Duan Delian escaped for half a month and was so tired that he almost vomited blood and almost had people skin him alive. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore and threw away the ancient scroll with shaking hands.
But even so, he couldn't get over it easily. Wu Dao, one of the thirteen bandits, seemed to have locked onto him, and was chasing him day and night without stopping.
Someone saw that after half a month, Duan De had lost a lot of weight and was covered in blood. However, the only surprising thing was that he was still jumping around and showed no signs of weakness.
"This damn fat man is really lucky. All the Holy Lands haven't killed him, and even Wu Dao hasn't caught him yet." Ye Fan was speechless.
According to the latest news, Duan De was chased by Wu Dao and fled towards Zhongzhou with no way out.
After the ancient scrolls were thrown out by the unscrupulous Taoist priests, the legends of the Holy Lands fought, which shocked the older generation. Their fighting power was extremely amazing.
"We have to go back to Shizhai, and we need to move people away. It is estimated that after a while, the dispute over the ancient scrolls will come to an end, and most of the major holy places will sit down and talk."
That is not the Nine Secrets, but a world-shattering map. If the major religions understand it, there will be huge waves. Not one family can monopolize it, and no holy land in that place can be conquered.
He didn't want the people in Shizhai to be affected, so he wanted to resettle them in advance and keep them away from Zishan.
"If the Holy Lands attack Zishan in a large scale, other places will be empty. Then there may be a perfect opportunity. I need the source!" Ye Fan was full of desire.
Half a month later, Ye Fan and Black Emperor returned to Shizhai. The place was still the same as before, not much changed.
This place is far from rich and beautiful. The village surrounded by reddish-brown stones is very desolate, with very few vegetation. This is just a small oasis of more than ten miles.
However, the people here are in good spirits and make a living by digging for resources. Their lives are worry-free and they can go to distant oases to exchange daily necessities.
"It's little brother Ye who's back, and that...Black King." The people in the stone village greeted him warmly, almost calling the big black dog the wrong name.
When they learned that they were moving away from this place, many elderly people became silent. They had lived here for generations, and it was hard for anyone to accept their sudden departure.
"I have to move. There will be no peace here in the future, and there will be a huge storm." Ye Fan explained patiently.
In the end, he had no choice but to invite Mr. Zhang Wu and briefly described the situation in Zishan.
Hearing that the Holy Lands were coming, Master Zhang Wu changed his color and sighed: "Our ancestors asked us to stay here, do we have to evacuate now?"
The Black Emperor looked over at his huge head and said, "Leave, your clan will have great blessings in the future."
Ye Fan had heard that Master Yuan Tian, the first ancestor of the Zhang family, once said that if you stay here to pay respect to Zishan, you will have great blessings in the future.
For many people, completely moving away from this place is a sad process. Ye Fan did not rush them because there was still plenty of time.
Even if the ancient scrolls fall into the hands of the Holy Land, it is difficult to achieve any results in a short period of time. The game between all parties requires constant compromise and redistribution of interests.
However, at this moment, the big black dog made a discovery. When it ran to Zishan to watch, it discovered a human figure. Someone had already arrived!
"Are you sure?" Ye Fan was shocked, this was too fast.
"That man was very scary. I only saw a shadow and disappeared in a flash." The big black dog said in a deep voice.
The Black Emperor only vaguely saw the man wearing Taoist robes standing on the top of the Purple Mountain. He disappeared in an instant, which shocked him.
"Wearing Taoist robes, it couldn't be that fat guy here, right? But wasn't he being chased towards Zhongzhou?" Ye Fan was confused.
"It's definitely not that fat man. He can't be that fast. I will remember the person I bitten very clearly. This person is quite terrifying. He disappeared in the blink of an eye."
Ye Fan felt that he needed to leave quickly. This place was not peaceful anymore. The storm was coming faster than he thought.
"You urge them to clean up quickly, and I'll go out for a while." He left Shizhai and went to Pingyan City to inquire about the news. He learned that the Holy Land had not taken any action, and the ancient scroll turmoil was not over yet.
"What's going on? In the future of the Holy Land, someone arrived first. He must be a top expert." Ye Fan secretly guessed that this person must have watched the ancient scrolls.
When Ye Fan came back, he saw the big black dog dozens of miles away from Shizhai and asked curiously: "Why are you here?"
"A bull-nosed man has come and entered Shizhai. I cannot see through him and am afraid that he will be detrimental to me."
"So, you ran out?" Ye Fan was surprised. He was a little worried about the people in Shizhai.
"Don't worry, if you have reached such a level of cultivation, you will definitely not be in trouble for ordinary people. It's just that I don't know why he entered the stone village."
"You said that this Taoist priest of his is the one you saw on the top of Purple Mountain?"
"It's probably that Niubi. Otherwise, how could there be two top masters in the same area." The big black dog thought about it for a long time and said, "Go and see what he is doing?"
Ye Fan thought for a while, changed his appearance, and dressed up as Wang Shu. Even his original temperament was almost the same.
Now, he is about to be far away from here. Wang Shu is not in Shizhai, but is purchasing the necessary supplies in Pingyan City.
He returned to the stone stronghold as Wang Shu. As soon as he came back, he saw many people gathered around the stronghold, and many people were talking.
"What's going on?" Ye Fan asked.
"An old Taoist came here. He was very strange. He took a fancy to Zhang Wuye's millstone and Er Lengzi's millstone. He was planning to buy it."
"This old man's eyesight is so bad. Even I can tell that the mill and millstone must have no source. He actually wants to buy them at a high price. I really don't know what he thinks."
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat and he hurried forward. There was an old Taoist in the crowd, wearing an old Taoist robe. It looked like it had been there for quite some time, and it had turned a little white after washing.
"Such clothing is different from today's..." Ye Fan's heart moved. The style of Taoist robes was very ancient.
His expression was calm, but there was a sense of horror in his heart. The sudden spiritual sensation made him feel like he was facing a sleeping ancient dragon.
However, the spiritual sense passed away in a flash, and he quickly lost that feeling. He was calm and there was nothing strange about him.
This is an old man with white hair and a shawl. He looks like he is sixty or seventy years old. He is energetic and is carefully looking at the stone millstone of Erluzi's house.
"I'll give you ten kilograms of gold, and I want this millstone." The old Taoist said to Er Lengzi's parents.
"Ten pounds?!" Everyone around was shocked.
Even Ye Fan was a little puzzled. He was also watching the millstone carefully, but he didn't notice anything unusual.
Finally, Lao Dao bought the millstone and began to cut the stone in front of everyone.
Stone chips were flying, and he was very careful, as if he was afraid of cutting into some treasure, peeling off layer by layer, without any drastic chop at all.
However, in the end, the millstone turned into stone chips, but nothing was cut out. The old Taoist frowned, stood up, pointed to the stone roller in front of Zhang Wuye's house not far away, and said: "This roller
, I will pay twenty kilograms of water."
"This..." The people in the stone village were quite shocked.
"Fifth Master, what is the origin of these stone rollers and stone mills?" Ye Fan asked Zhang Wuye in a low voice.
"I haven't heard of any origin..." Mr. Zhang Wu frowned, thought carefully for a long time, and said, "It has been used for generations. It's nothing special. Anyway, I can't tell there is any source in it."
Suddenly, Zhang Wuye's expression changed, and he looked at Ye Fan. They thought of the same possibility. Could these stone mills and stone rollers be left behind by their ancestors?
You must know that the ancestors of the Zhang family are not ordinary people, they are a strange generation.
If it was left deliberately by the ancestors, it must be extraordinary. With their eyesight, there is nothing special about it.
"Are there many such stone tools in the village?" Ye Fan asked.
"Specific... I haven't calculated it yet." Zhang Wuye's fingers were trembling a little.
Could it be that the things that that strange man left for his descendants were all the most common stone piers, stone mills, stone rollers, etc.? Ye Fan was shocked.