As we walked along the way, under the guidance of Yuechan, not long after, a dilapidated small town appeared far away from Shang Biao's field of vision.

"Linhe County"

Seeing the somewhat blurred seal characters on the city gate, Shang Biao was a little curious. Since it was called Linhe County, there might be a branch of the Jinghe River nearby, and he could not feel the water spirit.

Moreover, the appearance of this barren land does not look like a place near a river. Is there any secret in it?

After approaching the dilapidated city wall made of loess, Shang Biao discovered that there were not even soldiers guarding the city at the gate.

Seeing that it was already noon, Shang Biao was anxious to find someone to ask for directions, but without thinking too much, he went straight through the door and walked into the city.

On the empty street, there is no living person to see. The shops facing the street are also covered with plywood, and the doors are closed to thank the guests.

A flag with the word "wine" stood not far away, which gave Shang Biao the idea of ​​finding a shop to break in.

Compared with shops where there are no living people around, restaurants and restaurants should be the most suitable places to ask for directions.

After walking a few steps, he soon arrived at a two-story inn.

Unlike the surrounding shops, this inn has a door open, but no one comes to welcome Shang Biao, an uninvited guest.

"Bang"

The lifeless tranquility was broken, and the old man lying on the inn counter who was having lunch break was frightened by the sudden sound and almost fainted in his throat.

"Where does the rude boy come from? He disturbs people's dreams, and is not a son of humanity!"

The old man stared at Shang Biao weakly and cursed in a literary manner.

"I have time to sleep when I die, and tell me where Dongting Lake is."

Shang Biao was insulted and did not take action to suck the old gangster's soul. The reason why the evil soul clone was so restrained was because the moment he entered the inn, he felt very discord, as if something was peering behind him.

"You kid, have you ever taught you the etiquette of going out? You speak so vulgarly. Not to mention that I don't know any holes, even if I know, I will not tell you this rude boy!"

The old man's genius made Shang Biao think that he was not entering the inn, but the school. He really had bed bugs in melon seeds, and he had all kinds of kernels.

"Is this enough?"

Shang Biao suppressed his anger and slapped a silver bean on the elm counter with one palm. The hard old elm left a palm print several inches deep like tofu, which scared the old man backwards.

"You, what do you want to do? The sky is blue and white, the world is bright..."

"Shut up, I'm just asking for a road. Can you tell me where Dongting Lake is now?"

Shang Biao pulled the old man over and looked even more fierce than a bandit.

"I, I have vaguely heard of this name in a book. The eight hundred miles of 'Dongting Lake' seems to be thousands of miles away in Tanzhou."

“What direction!”

"I really don't know this, maybe it's south."

Shang Biao frowned, hesitating in his heart whether to summon the ghost boy. The information asked by the old man was only useful in Tanzhou. He also knew that Dongting Lake must be in the south of Hunan.

But the south is so big that it is a little bit off, and it is thousands of miles away.

"Why should I make things difficult for an old man? I'm lucky to have been to Dongting Lake in Tanzhou once."

A magnetic voice came from the second floor of the inn. A young Taoist priest wearing a moon-white Taoist robe and carrying a sword behind him walked down slowly.

Shang Biao let go of the old man and looked at the Taoist priest.

In the promotion film, the theater will definitely arrange a plot character that matches the actor's profession, depending on whether you have any luck to encounter it. Generally speaking, killing such a plot character will inevitably drop a treasure chest for the actor to give the templates needed for promotion.

This young Taoist priest may be the corresponding character in the plot arranged by the cinema for Shang Biao, but his cultivation level is only the perfect cultivation level of refining essence into qi for a hundred years. He has not passed the Yuanshen Tribulation and refining qi into gods. If he drops the treasure chest, he will open a silver template to the top, which is not worth his risk.

And he was very sure that the person who just peeped at him was not this Taoist priest.

"White lotus leaves in red flowers, white lotus, green lotus leaves, can you ask which family is it?"

Shang Biao's slogan has been passed down for a long time. Even in the current Tang Dynasty, as long as he is a practitioner, he can understand it.

"I am in the lower school of Taiqing Palace. My family surname is Zhao and my Taoist name is Guizhen, but I don't know where my friends come from."

The young Taoist openly revealed his origin, but he didn't know how true or false it was.

"It turned out to be a high disciple of Taiqing Palace. He was in the south of the sea. He was just a scattered person in Qingcheng Mountain. He practiced with his family since childhood. This time, he was ordered by his master to go down the mountain. He lived in the world for a long time and was unable to understand the worldly world. This made fellow Taoists laugh."

Shang Biao casually compiled a background, but Zhao Guizhen did not arouse suspicion and bowed to Shang Biao to greet him.

The two of them casually found a table in the inn lobby to take their seats. Zhao Guizhen was very enthusiastic about talking to Shang Biao.

After chatting for a few words, Zhao Guizhen asked as if he remembered something: "Fellow Daoist Shinan set out from Qingcheng and came to Longnan, but it is completely different from the Dongting Lake you are going to. Is it also for the evil dragon outside the city to eliminate harm to the people?"

Shang Biao did not hide it, looked at Zhao Guizhen with a puzzled expression on his face, and said, "Evil Dragon? Is this the way. The path just went to the Dragon Palace of Jinghe River, and then prepared to go to the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake to complete the master's order.

Unexpectedly, I encountered a thousand-year-old eel spirit on the road. After a fight, I lost my direction and then prepared to find someone to ask for directions.

The fellow Taoist said that there was an evil dragon nearby to harm the world, so why couldn’t you even feel the trace of water spirit? Could it be that the evil dragon could not stay in the water, but instead occupied the mountain on the land and opened a cave?"

Zhao Guizhen hit each other with both hands and said excitedly: "Although fellow Taoist missed this guess, it is not far from the same.

The rare fire dragon entrenched nearby is the one that is rare. It does not like water and does not really open a cave in the water.

There is a canyon dozens of miles south of Linhecheng, where the earth fire that cannot be extinguished by water is burning all year round. The evil dragon is in the depths of the earth fire.

However, I don’t know when it has obtained a legacy of evil deeds. In recent years, it has reached a critical moment in its practice. It spreads the underground fire to the vicinity, resulting in no grass growing within a radius of hundreds of miles and the lives of life are tragically damaged."

Shang Biao interrupted Zhao Guizhen and said, "Where is the local city god? If this happens, the gods who guard the shepherd are the most affected. Could it be that they will sit and watch the evil dragon harm the world?"

The Tang Dynasty was not the era when the gods were not revealed later. Even the Dragon King of Jinghe was sent to the Dragon Slaying Platform, let alone a small fire dragon.
Chapter completed!