Yan Liqiang still looked like Wang Shagen, and the old man was naturally the mastermind of "assassinating the prime minister". The old man told Yan Liqiang that his surname was Cui and his name was Cui Lichen. This name was completely unfamiliar to Yan Liqiang. Yan Liqiang thought about it and thought about it, but he couldn't remember that there was such a famous master in the world of the Han Empire. Perhaps this was the mystery of Yuluo Palace.

The old man fought with Lin Qingtian. While he was seriously injured, he was also seriously injured. So along the way, the old man was recuperating. After leaving the Imperial Capital, Yan Liqiang escorted him back. Of course, as a "reward", the old man told Yan Liqiang that after Yan Liqiang sent him home, he could tell Yan Liqiang about Lin Qingtian and answer Yan Liqiang's doubts. After Yan Liqiang carefully considered it, he agreed, because if he didn't understand this matter, Yan Liqiang could not even sleep, and he felt that there seemed to be a huge secret behind this.

The place where the old man asked Yan Liqiang to send him back was in Dingyuan County, Lanzhou, a small place next to Canglong Mountain.

The two of them are now in Dingyuan County, Lanzhou, where Canglong Mountain is already faintly looking.

After lunch in the restaurant, Yan Liqiang paid the bill, and then the two left the restaurant. Yan Liqiang drove the car, while the old man was sitting in the carriage, and the two of them rode on the road again with the sun.

Occasionally, the old man's coughing sound came from the carriage, while Yan Liqiang drove the car silently.

The car left the restaurant and walked less than an hour ago, the official road ahead suddenly became congested. Many cars stopped on the road and could not move forward. A few hundred meters away, there were a large group of people on the road and on the roadside, afraid that there would be two or three thousand people. They were divided into two sides. The crowd was in high spirits and spitting out loud and noisy. Many people were holding hoes, feces, and even swords in their hands. They looked a bit like nearby villagers. I don’t know why they started to get started because of some conflicts, blocking most of the traffic on the road.

"Shagen, go see what's wrong?" A voice came from the carriage.

"Okay, lord..." Yan Liqiang stopped the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, and came back in a while, with a strange expression that ordinary people could not detect.

"Have you found out what happened before?"

"I've found out clearly, lord!" Yan Liqiang, who was sitting at the coachman, replied respectfully, "The villagers of the two villages in front were competing for land. There was originally a grassland on the river beach on the roadside. In the middle of the two villages, because there was a lot of sand and gravel on the ground and it was difficult to grow grain. No one cared about the two neighboring villages before. They just occasionally had sheep and cattle to put some cows on the mudflat and sheep. However, in recent years, wool has become more and more valuable. The sheep herders in the two villages have taken a fancy to the land and fought for it, and no one gave in to each other, which made a big noise!"

"So that's it, I don't know how long it will take to block!"

"When I just passed by, I saw that the servants in the county government and the two villages were coming. The road should be restored to smooth traffic soon..."

"That's good, that's good!" A sigh came from the carriage, "It's true that wine is a red face, and the wealth is so touching. The wool cloth made by Yan Liqiang, a master craftsman in Ganzhou, has messed up the place. I remember that we were in Pinghe County two days ago. Those big farmers who farmed were putting good land and didn't plant them. They wanted to grow grass and raise sheep, so that the tenants learned to herd sheep. This sheep can eat grass. Can people still eat grass? If they care about the sheep's belly, they don't care about the human belly. What kind of world is this..."

"What the master said is that my family only has one acre of three cents of land. My father also expects me to go home more when I have time to take care of the fields and leave some food for my family. If we have to plant grass in this field, how can it be? When I see Yan Liqiang, I will definitely scold him a few words. This person is so bad..."

"Cough...cough...cough..." The cough started in the carriage, and it took a while to calm down.

The carriage was blocked on the road for almost half an hour, and the villagers of the two villages finally slowly dispersed. I don’t know what to do in the end, but the blocked road has returned to smoothness and the carriage can be left again.

Yan Liqiang continued to drive the car on the road.

Two hours later, the road ahead was divided into two, one facing east and the other facing west.

"Master, go east or west!"

"To the east, there is a town of Baishi, and I live in that town!"

"Okay!" Yan Liqiang shook the whip and let the carriage drive on the east road. Seeing that there was no one on the road, he continued to ask, "I wonder what the master is doing in Baishi Town?"

This is also the reason why Yan Liqiang was in awe of this old man. The Nianshe in Yan Liqiang's head had no effect in front of this old man. What the old man was thinking, whether his words were true or not. Yan Liqiang had no idea. The last time Yan Liqiang met the person who made Nianshe unable to play a role was His Majesty the Emperor. His Majesty the Emperor might carry some treasures to isolate Nianshe's peeping, but this old man... Yan Liqiang could not see any treasures on this old man, and it could actually make Nianshe invalid.

"Haha..." The old man chuckled from the carriage. The old man seemed to know what Yan Liqiang was thinking. "I am a retired teacher in Baishi Town. I am not a fight with the world, have no children, and only one old servant in my family. There is more than 30 acres of water-watered fertile land. I rent it to others. I collect some rent every year, and I have no need for food and clothing, so I am free and easy!"

"Ah..." Yan Liqiang couldn't hide his surprise, "Is Yuluo Palace also in Baishi Town?"

"Haha, how is that possible? What you want to know? After arriving in Baishi Town, I will naturally tell you that as for where the Yuluo Palace is, this is a big secret..."

"Oh!" Yan Liqiang stopped talking and continued to drive the car.

When the sun was about to set, a small town at the foot of the mountain indeed appeared in front of Yan Liqiang.

This town is located on the east side of the majestic mountain range of Canglong Mountain. The whole town is a little smaller than Liuhe Town. The town is covered with green shades, looking uncontested. A stream flowing down from the mountain flows through the town, making it look unique.

Perhaps because there were few strangers from other places in the town, Yan Liqiang drove the car to the town, which immediately attracted the attention of many people. Many little kids chased the carriage and ran until the carriage came to the outside of a yard on the hillside of the town and stopped. The old man in the carriage got out of the carriage, and the curious eyes disappeared.

"Grandpa Cui, Grandpa Cui is back..." several little kids shouted and surrounded him.

"Grandpa Cui, have you brought something delicious back this time?" a fat little brat asked, sucking his fingers.

The old man was like a magic trick, took out a pack of malt sugar wrapped in kraft paper and distributed it to the little kids, "No, take it for food, take it for food..."

A group of little kids cheered, took candy, laughed and ran away.

The yard is not big, and from the outside, there are only a few rooms in total. Outside the yard is a bamboo forest. The gurgling stream passes through the bamboo forest. Looking at the old man and the children running away with candy, Yan Liqiang couldn't believe it. The peerless master who almost killed Lin Qingtian in the Imperial Capital City lived in such a place and lived such a life.

"Ah, Master, you are back..." The door of the yard was opened, and a strong old servant walked out with a happy expression to greet the old man.

Yan Liqiang glanced at the old servant. The old servant was an ordinary person, honest and honest, and he had not even advanced to the warrior. Judging from the old servant's thoughts, even the old servant did not know the old man's true identity.

"Afu, this is Shagen, I am my cousin. I want to stay with me for a few days. You can arrange it for him and live in the wing room in the west!"

"Okay, okay!" Ah Fu nodded, then came over and took the carriage into the yard, and then started to work hard.

The supper was made by Yan Liqiang and the old servant in the kitchen. Yan Liqiang was responsible for chopping firewood, making fire, and washing rice. The old servant cooked a vegetable with rice soup, stir-fryed a plate of bacon and a plate of bamboo shoots, and then took out a plate of dried radish from the clay pot. The three of them had dinner.

After dinner, the old servant Afu went to the kitchen to wash dishes. Cui Lichen called Yan Liqiang to the study room on the second floor of the yard, sat by the window, and brewed a pot of tea first.

"Try it. This is the leaf tea I picked from Canglong Mountain myself, and then stir-fry it with the newly sprouted green pines after the spring rain. It has a unique taste!"

Yan Liqiang took a sip and smacked his lips. He couldn't tell the difference between the wild tea, but the faint fragrance of green pine in the tea was really special.

After taking a bite, Yan Liqiang could only nod, "Well, not bad, not bad!"

Cui Lichen looked like he was enjoying himself. His eyes closed when he was drinking tea. After taking two sips of tea and letting out a long breath, Cui Lichen opened his eyes, looked at Yan Liqiang, and spoke calmly, "Okay, you have any questions now, you can ask!"

"Who is Lin Qingtian?" Yan Liqiang asked this question directly that he had been stuffy in his stomach for almost two months.

Cui Lichen smiled slightly, and his eyes suddenly became deeper, "Why, at this time, do you still think Lin Qingtian is a human?"

"Why is Lin Qingtian not a human?"

The word "Demon!" was spoken cleanly from Cui Lichen's mouth.

"Demon?" Yan Liqiang frowned tightly, "What is this?"

"In the eyes of our disciples in Yuluo Palace, Lin Qingtian is an evil demon, not a human being, but a human being! "

"Ah, then I'm so old, why haven't I heard of the evil demons on the Silver Continent?" Yan Liqiang looked surprised.

"Because these evil demons are not produced by the Silver Continent, but are things outside the domain. Throughout history, there are only a few people who have seen their true faces and are still alive. You are one of them. The struggle between our Yuluo Palace and their evil demons has lasted for hundreds of years!"
Chapter completed!