Chapter 165 Going to Beiyuan River Again

This is where Venerable Fengxue is most suspicious.

It was also the information that Li Changxiao spent several months reviewing a large number of classics on Venerable Feng Xue one by one.

In addition to the content related to strange diseases, in the records of Venerable Fengxue.

Xuezong is not a good person either. He may be suspected of colluding with foreign tribes, and the things he did are extremely despicable.

Li Changxiao was very interested in that strange disease, which was asymptomatic and incurable... He inexplicably associated it with chronic illness and evil spirits.

There is no cure for them, and if you get infected, you will die.

Just listening to the description, I feel an unspeakable evil nature, but there is too little information to determine it.

besides.

Li Changxiao was also extremely interested in the information about the "Mengdao Divine Lord". The Mengdao Divine Lord was a title, but it was a real power. Before his death, he spent nearly a hundred years creating ten A mausoleum.

But there is only one mausoleum, which contains his lifelong knowledge and rare treasures in the world.

There is even a legendary magic weapon: this dream thread.

But now, I'm afraid it has lost most of its effectiveness.

The remaining tombs also contain treasures, but no real inheritance is established.

Venerable Fengxue was looking for the tomb of the Mengdao God. He had spent a lot of money to ask the elders of the Divine Suspension Sect to calculate more than 30 places where the tomb might be located.

After that, he spent hundreds of years searching, exploring the places calculated by the Shensuan Sect one by one. Naturally, there were gains. He had already visited seven of the eleven tombs of the Mengdao God, and none of them were the most important tombs for inheritance.

If Venerable Fengxue is given some more time, there is a high probability that the inheritance of the Meng Dao Divine Venerable will fall into his hands, and then there will be another terrifying power in the world.

Unfortunately, times take their toll.

Li Changxiao's eyes lit up, he didn't expect to encounter clues about the "Meng Dao Divine Lord" here.

He was born with the ability to control the power of dreams. As his cultivation deepened, the use of the power of dreams became more and more mysterious. He has always heard about the senior "Mengdao Divine Lord" on the Dream Road, and has been looking for it.

Hope to get the inheritance.

He even planted the fruit of a dream, and what he planted was "desire".

It’s just that the level of the Mengdao God is too high. Just imagine, the Fengxue Master is already the best in the middle stage of refining the void, and the next step is the great power of the world, but even he is pursuing the tomb of the Mengdao God. For this reason, he has already It cost a great deal.

It can be seen that the tomb of the Mengdao God is precious. When the spiritual energy is at its peak, the competition is fierce.

Li Changxiao put away all the books of Venerable Feng Xue.

A smile appeared on his face.

Facing the wind, riding a donkey.

Just take your time.

…

…

Nine years of seeking change.

Early autumn.

It is when the flowers and fruits are ripe.

In an orchard.

Today, a swordsman came. The swordsman in white rode by on a donkey. Two wine gourds were filled with wine. He was very drunk. He saw the fruit trees were fragrant and the fruits were huge and red, so tempting.

The donkey on its crotch was also purring. It recognized this kind of fruit. It was sweet and delicious. It felt so good to eat one. It could remember the last time it ate it for a long time. It was ten years ago.

The swordsman was about to reach out and pick it off.

But he saw a tall middle-aged man running over in a hurry. He frowned and immediately shouted, "Where are the fruit thieves?"

While shouting, he hit him with a hammer. He was tall and majestic, moving like a rabbit, and his power was astonishing. However, it was mostly intimidating, and he didn't expect the hammer to actually fall on the swordsman's body.

The swordsman had a smile on his face. He didn't panic at all when he saw the man coming to attack him. Instead, he looked up and down and asked, "Where is your father?"

"What?" The man looked fierce, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of darkness.

The swordsman felt something, sighed, and asked: "You are so impulsive, are you not afraid of making the same mistakes again?"

"What a terrible mistake to make again." The man scolded: "My father just left an orchard for us, can we let it go to waste?"

"Leave quickly, don't let me hit you with my hammer to know what pain is." The man said sternly.

As he was talking, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked with some uncertainty, "You...were here ten years ago? Do you still know my father?"

He thought of a possibility.

His eyes widened, "Could it be that you are the immortal who saved me ten years ago?"

The swordsman smiled slightly, "I'm not an immortal, I'm just a drunkard."

"It's true." The man was shocked, then scratched his head and said with a silly smile: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Wait a minute..."

With that said, the man hurried back to the wooden house, took out a box of "Reading Fruit" and forced it on the swordsman.

The swordsman accepted it, and the man wanted to keep him overnight, but the swordsman waved his hand without looking back.

The setting sun lengthened his shadow.

Things are different and people are different.

No need to stay overnight.

…

"Beautiful lady, she turns fifteen or sixteen in the blink of an eye."

Close to Langzhen.

Li Chang smiled and sighed.

He came to this town ten years ago with a hundred taels of money in his pocket. When he came to this town again ten years later, he had squandered all his hundred taels of money, leaving only a big donkey.

"Gulu." The donkey nodded, carried the swordsman on its back, and entered the town. The horse shop was still there, and the boss had not changed. The swordsman passed by the horse shop, stopped for a moment, and looked inside.

The pot-bellied boss also looked over. The two looked at each other for a long time. Li Changxiao smiled, while the horse shop owner frowned and thought for a while, feeling that this handsome man looked familiar.

After a while, he finally remembered something, his face lit up, and he pointed at the swordsman, "You...you...you are the one from ten years ago..."

He took the swordsman into the shop to drink some tea before leaving, and chatted with the swordsman. He had done a good job in the horse shop business in the past ten years, but he had been working hard and had grown a lot of white hair.

Life was pretty good. His wife gave birth to two big fat boys for him, but they were a little naughty, uneducated, and refused to go to private school. At this point, the owner of the horse shop looked helpless and said that there was nothing he could do. Their father didn't like to study. Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to wind. He couldn't give birth to a seed of study. But if he didn't want to study, he didn't have to study. He still had a horse shop to run, and he wouldn't starve to death.

The owner of the horse shop saw the little donkey and smiled and greeted him. He hadn't seen him for ten years. The owner of the horse shop told the swordsman some truth and told him that he had cheated him out of a few taels of silver ten years ago.

They chatted for a while.

The swordsman led the big donkey and left Lang Town, following the old route and heading north along the Beiyuan River.

Autumn wind fell leaves.

The ripe fruit fell to the ground and exuded an attractive fragrance.

The old man rowing the boat passed by and waved hello.

Occasionally, you can see hallucinogenic mushrooms.

On the road with falling leaves.

The donkey carried the swordsman.

It seemed that everything was the same.

And it seemed that everything had changed.

New scenery every year, new people.

Walking along Beiyuan River Road for the first time.

The little donkey saw the new world for the first time, full of childishness, playing with hares, fighting with foxes, learning skills with evil spirits, holding a windmill in its mouth, jumping and hopping. If the swordsman hadn't taken care of it, how could it be willing to carry the swordsman north?

Walking along Beiyuan River Road again.

The donkey was mature and steady, with steady steps, and only wanted to carry the white clothes.

"Old donkey, old donkey..."

The swordsman was not drunk, and he was emotional.