"Old man, have you ever been to the Wu Temple?"

“Have been.”

"Where is the Wu Temple?"

"The world's martial arts are fascinated by the place we yearn for."

Liang Gou'er rolled her eyes: "Don't this mean I didn't say it?"

On the official road of Jingchao, Liang Maoer was driving a ox cart honestly.

Zhu Yunxi sat cross-legged at the end of the cart, constantly nurturing the Liang family's sword intentions with breathing techniques.

Liang Gou'er lay on the cart with her left arm pillowing, holding a dry straw in her mouth, her beard was growing long, and her hair was scattered and covered her face.

Everyone was wearing gray cloth clothes, because Jing Chao was not only allowed to wear gray except for nobles with titles. If you look at the people in the downtown area, you just feel that the world seems to be gray.

In this northern country, color is a kind of power, and power is not just color.

They walked north from Lushun for fifteen days, and they couldn't help changing to a carriage that sheltered from the wind and rain. As a civilian, they could only drive away the ox carriage.

Liang Gou'er looked at the blue sky and continued to ask, "Old man, let's talk about the Wu Temple, or what should I do if someone is exposed when talking?"

Old Man Yao raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Shut up your mouth and pretend to be mute."

Liang Gou'er's expression stagnated: "You can't have three dumb people in a car?"

Old Man Yao sneered: "I still look lazy when I want to hear a story. I can't even say good things. I owe you?"

Liang Gou'er hurriedly sat up with a smile and beat the old man Yao's legs: "I finally saw someone who has been to the Wu Temple, so tell me."

Old man Yao glanced at him sideways: "It is said that the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain where the Wu Temple is located is the birthplace of the world's soldiers..."

Liang Gou'er widened her eyes: "I heard Mr. Storytelling tell such messy myths when I was a child, and they are all fake!"

Old Man Yao rarely sarcastically said Liang Gou'er, but just said calmly: "It may be true."

Liang Gou'er looked at Old Man Yao in surprise.

He had seen this old doctor take action, and his level was only higher than his own, at least he was a great official at the fifth level of the seeking realm.

If the other party says it is true, it may be true.

Liang Gou'er was surprised and suspicious: "Old man, don't you scare me? Why Fuxi plays gossip and Nuwa repairs the sky, aren't that all fake?"

Old man Yao said indifferently: "If Nuwa hadn't repaired the sky, where did the forty-nine heavens come from?"

Liang Gou'er was shocked again: "It's not that you'll wait a moment. What do you mean is that the forty-nine heavens are related to Nuwa repairing the sky?"

Old Man Yao did not answer this question, but said to himself: "It is said that when the chaos first started, the soldiers were born from Changbai Mountain. When they were born, the volcano gushed, accompanied by millions of gods, creating a place of purgatory in all directions. Then the volcano gushed over time and became a lake, which was the Tianchi Lake of Changbai Mountain."

"The Wu Temple was not a mysterious place, but a martial arts man named Jiang Xianzong was injured. He happened to visit here and got a short sword in the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain. Then he found that he had a lot of insights when practicing beside Tianchi Lake, and even if he entered the temple, he was easier to enter the capital. So he built a house beside Tianchi Lake, and lived there for thirty-seven years, and entered the realm of Shendao."

Liang Gou'er was puzzled: "No, right, I have heard of Jiang Xianzong, but I heard that he obtained a martial art in the Wu Temple, not a short sword."

Old man Yao pondered for a while: "What did Jiang Xianzong write to you?"

Liang Gou'er was speechless for a while: "It's a good idea to write to me. He's a person from hundreds of years ago!"

Old man Yao sneered: "Will you get married? I'll say what I said. After Jiang Xianzong entered the realm of Shendao, many people left after they came to the name of the name and built huts beside the Tianchi Lake, which led to the Martial Temple."

Liang Gou'er was puzzled: "But you still didn't say why the legend of the Soldier Lord is true? In which era is the Soldier Lord from? Why no one mentioned him in the mythological story."

Old man Yao casually said: "Under the Tianchi Lake, someone uses a knife to engrave big words."

Liang Gou'er was energetic: "The intention of the knife? What did you get?"

"The world is born with me, and all things are the only ones."

Liang Gou'er sucked these twelve words and said sourly after a long time, "It's so crazy! I'm just a few words. If I go to engrave a few words, will I become the leader of the army?"

At this time, Liang Maoer looked at the outline that appeared in front of the official road and turned around and said, "Master, we have arrived at the foot of Changbai Mountain. Erdao Baihe Town should be in front of him."

...

...

Erdao Baihe Town is the last place before entering Changbai Mountain. In countless Jingchao martial artists who could not enter the Wu Temple, they built a hut here.

Some people have been practicing for a few years and have luckily entered the Wu Temple.

Some people have been wasting their whole life here, but they can only look up at the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as the ox cart drove into Erdao Baihe Town, Liang Gou'er was shocked to see dozens of armored men wearing black armor and pheasant tails hidden in alleys. He placed his left hand on the short crossbow behind his waist and pressed the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand.

Liang Gou'er opened the messy long hair in front of him and opened a gap: "Old man, this is not here to catch us, are you okay with so many soldiers? Why don't we run away?"

Old Man Yao sneered: "Take you guys, where can I go? They are not here to catch people, so keep moving forward."

Liang Maoer gritted his teeth and drove the ox cart into the town. The closer he got to the armored soldiers, the more nervous he became, and his palms holding the reins were soaked in sweat.

However, when he passed by Jing Chaoshi, the other party just watched them, watched them coldly into the town, and did not take action.

Erdao Baihe Town was silent.

When passing by a blacksmith shop, Old Man Yao saw that there was still a fire in the shop, but the craftsman hid aside and stopped smacking the iron.

Liang Gou'er looked at Old Man Yao and muttered in a low voice: "Old man, you are knowledgeable, what's going on?"

Old Man Yao said expressionlessly: "These are the Tiger Ben Army of Jing Dynasty. Some big names have come to Erdao Baihe Town. At least they are second-rank officials of one of the three surnames of Jing Dynasty."

The three major surnames of the Jing Dynasty, Yuan, Lu and Jiang.

Liang Gou'er asked, "What should we do?"

Old Man Yao whispered: "Don't be troublesome, pass the town silently and go straight to the mountain."

When passing through the town, more than a hundred soldiers guarding a restaurant, staring at them in a fierce vigilance.

In the restaurant, a middle-aged man in gray robe sat alone at an Eight Immortals table, with only a simple pottery bowl in front of him, and only half a bowl of white rice was included in the pottery bowl.

No dishes.

The middle-aged man in the gray robe grabbed a mouthful of white rice in the solemn guard, then closed his eyes and chewed it slowly.

When he opened his eyes again, he smiled at the store and said, "Catch a handful of raw rice and come and have a look."

The store responded in a hurry and grabbed a handful of white rice from the back kitchen, but was blocked by a young man.

The young man took the white rice from the store and turned to show it to the middle-aged man in gray robe: "Sir."

The middle-aged man looked at it for a long time: "Every grain of rice on Tokyo Road is full. I hope that if I plant it this year, I will have a good harvest and a good harvest in autumn, so that the few people in Xijing Road will starve to death... and then take corn and beans to take a look."

The store owner went back to the kitchen to get corn and beans, and the middle-aged man couldn't let it go.

The sound of the wheels of the ox cart rolling outside the door was heard. He turned to look outside the door and saw Liang Maoer rushing the car.

The middle-aged man didn't care at first, but the young man beside him saw the person sitting in the car and immediately leaned over and whispered.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said, "Come in and say I want to treat them to a meal."

The young man quickly walked out of the restaurant, came to the ox cart and clasped his fists politely and said, "Old man, my master wants to invite you to enter the house for a while. The stewed ginseng chicken and hazel mushrooms in this restaurant is a great idea. The plaque in front of the door was written to the store by the late emperor before entering the mountain. You can taste it before rushing."

Liang Gou'er said hoarsely: "No need, we plan to be before sunset..."

But Old Man Yao interrupted him with a smile and said to the young man: "Meeting is fate. Since the master is so polite, let's have a meal before entering the mountain."

After saying that, he jumped out of the ox cart openly, walked straight into the restaurant, and sat opposite the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man waved to the store: "Go, make a table of good dishes."

The store owner hurriedly stepped down.

At this time, Liang Gou'er and others did not sit down, but stood behind Old Man Yao. They pretended to be Old Man Yao's son and grandson, and there was no reason to sit down.

The middle-aged man looked at them and signaled the young man behind him to pour tea.

He looked at Old Man Yao and asked with a smile: "Where is the old man from?"

Old man Yao casually replied: "Ning Chao."

Liang Gou'er and Zhu Yunxi instantly widened their eyes and looked at the old man in disbelief. They even thought that the old man was an old man and would be able to fool him, but as soon as they opened their mouths, someone asked him what was going on?

Isn’t this asking for death by admitting Ning Chao’s identity in front of the senior official Jing Chao?

Liang Gouer subconsciously wanted to hold the knife, but she remembered that she had already lost her right arm and the Du meridian was broken, so she could not use the knife.

At this time, the middle-aged man heard that they came from Ning Chao, but his smile remained unchanged: "It's not close to Ning Chao, how did you come from?"

Old Man Yao replied: "On boarding the boat from Qidong, I floated on the sea for a while, and got off the boat in Lushun."

The middle-aged man exclaimed: "I think it was a merchant ship from the Xu family, and there were spices on the ship?"

Old man Yao said: "There are spices and silk."

The middle-aged man calculated his days and said with apologies: "When you got off the boat from Lushun, there should be a war over there, and it didn't disturb you, right?"

Old Man Yao pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks and said carelessly: "It's okay, I have seen strong winds and waves at this age. But you are just at the forefront of the storm, why did you run to this wilderness ridge?"

The middle-aged man smiled, avoided answering this, looked up at the three people behind Old Man Yao: "Is this... the apprentice you accepted?"

Old Man Yao said disdainfully: "No, my apprentice is much better than them."

Liang Gouer raised her eyebrows and looked at the soldiers standing around her, swallowing the rebuttal words in her mouth.
To be continued...