The alien species of the city arrives

Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Hui suddenly realized: "No wonder Fang Zhu wants to take me here. He just wants me to be trapped in the mountain just now. Even if I go out, I will fall into this person's hands. Pulling the dung, if the top asks, he can say that he really brought me back. I broke into this place by myself, and he doesn't have to take responsibility. This trick is really poisonous!"

"No, no, I have to go to Lushan. If I don't hurry to Lushan, they will think that I am lost. This is a good opportunity to fall from the sky, old man, sorry." Zhang Hui looked at the old man's posture. To take him away and prevent him from going up to Lushan, he quickly refused.

"You are here, you must pick me up shit."

The old man's fingers clasped Zhang Hui's arm, and Zhang Hui felt that there was kung fu on the fingers, and they were so powerful that they couldn't break free easily.He became curious about the identity of this person, and suspected that the fact that he had always been unable to get out in the woods before was a ghost of this person, so he didn't resist, and simply followed to see what the old man was doing alone in the mountains.

The two of them walked to the front of a large vegetable garden. The vegetables grown in the vegetable garden seemed to be radishes except for cabbage, and they were not planted in a row. The green seedlings and the black soil seemed to form a graphic.

Zhang Huixin smiled and said, "Is this guy really planting vegetables?"

The old man led Zhang Hui towards the vegetable field, and said as he walked: "You will know me when you get to Lushan, because I live at the foot of the mountain on the east side of Lushan. They all call me'Old Ghost of Dongshan', so can you. Call me that."

"Old Dongshan ghost?" Zhang Hui murmured, guessing that since this person has such a nickname, he is definitely not a simple person, and then wondered, "I don't dare to call that, you are really growing vegetables here. of?"

"I don't grow vegetables, don't you grow vegetables? I have grown vegetables for 30 years." The old man looked at Zhang Hui with his hands on his hips and looked a little impatient.

"If you are just a vegetable grower, why do they call you that?" Zhang Hui still wanted to ask something.

The old man rolled his eyes, his mouth pursed upwards, and the white beard on his lips curled upwards. His expression seemed to be thinking of something inconvenient to tell Zhang Hui, but he was impatient to cover up, and he said, "My name is Xie My name is Xie Zhuo. There are not many people who can talk to me in the past so many years. You have to forget your last name. If you refuse to call me that, then you can call me to thank the old man. Lushan's gangsters They are all afraid of me, so they call me "Old Dongshan Ghost"."

Now Zhang will feel that this person is not simple anymore. If a vegetable grower can make Lushan disciples afraid of him, then he must have some skills.

Zhang Hui followed Xie Zhuo to a hut, and saw that there were all kinds of tools for growing vegetables, such as hoes, skips, and dung baskets. It really seemed to be planting vegetables right now.

"Senior, you are at this age. How can you be so busy growing so many vegetables?" Zhang Hui also helped his family grow vegetables when he was in Linshui Town. He probably knew everything he needed to do. If only Xie Zhuo were the only one of the large vegetable field, it would be exhausted.

Xie Zhuo stroked his beard and looked up into the distance, his expression very triumphant: "Of course I have my own methods."

Zhang Hui walked to the dung basket and asked, "Where am I going to fill the dung? I want to finish picking up Lushan quickly."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's getting dark. I'll talk about the dung picking thing tomorrow. Come in with me and cook for me." Xie Zhuo pushed Zhang Hui out of the vegetable garden again.

Zhang Huixin said: "This man seems to be arresting a servant, making me pick dung and cook. I don't know when I can get rid of him."

There are a few short and old earthen houses not far from the vegetable garden. Zhang Hui guessed that this should be Xie Zhuo's residence.

The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, there is no redundant furnishings, and it seems that no new items have been added for many years.

Zhang Hui's eyes were attracted by the table in the middle of the room.The oblique light penetrated into the room and hit the table exactly, illuminating the old imprints on the table very clearly.

Those imprints seem to be layered on top of each other. At first glance, it can only be seen that there are many messy lines and graphics drawn on the desktop, and there is no obvious name at all.

But under this light, when you look up at your eyes, you can find that these lines and figures are actually runes one after another.

Xie Zhuo saw Zhang Hui staring at the table and felt a little surprised: "Oh, can you understand this?"

Zhang Hui had also heard of runes at Gou Xin, but the mysterious runes were difficult to understand, and Gou Xin didn't intend to teach Zhang Hui, so Zhang Hui couldn't even know the fur.

He fixed his eyes on the table, raised his fingers in the air, and involuntarily began to trace the marks he saw.

Xie Zhuo walked to the side of Zhang Hui and put one hand on the hand where Zhang Hui traced the mark in the air. Zhang Hui felt a blast of air flow from Xie Zhuo's hand, as if forming between the two hands. A layer of diaphragm.

A yellow light suddenly appeared where Zhang Hui passed in the air. He couldn't believe that the marks he had drawn in the air could actually show up. He continued to trace as he saw the marks from the table. As it became more complete, those crooked twists that he couldn't understand seemed to contain certain specific meanings, reflecting the mystery of some things hidden around him.

After he traced the entire rune, he looked at the wonderful figures in the sky and felt unprecedented joy and excitement.

There was only a bang, and the window suddenly closed, as if someone from outside slammed the window toward this side.

Zhang Hui looked at it curiously, and thought: "Is this the rune that my master said to describe the veins of all things, and then use the veins to affect all things?"

Xie Zhuo saw Zhang Hui's bewilderment and concentration, and smiled and asked, "Boy, where did you come from? Why did you go to Lushan?"

"Linshui Town, Jianyang County."

"Oh? Come from such a far place, it seems that the intention is not small!" Xie Zhuo's tone began to reveal his curiosity towards this young man.

"I want to be a practitioner and a swordsman." Zhang Hui didn't really have any idea about entering Lushan, but when Xie Zhuo talked about his intentions, his desire to become a practitioner resurfaced.

Xie Zhuo stroked his beard and laughed: "Haha, it is not easy to become a swordsman. Lushan has only a few in the past few hundred years, and there are not many people willing to take this path."

"Oh? It's so good to be a swordsman. You don't have to be afraid of how many people from Beimang come. Why don't you take this path?" Zhang Hui asked.

The smile on Xie Zhuo's face faded, and the child-like look on his face suddenly became serious, and he sighed: "The path of the sword master is not easy to follow. Let's put aside the roots and talents, but only the point of firmness. Very few people can do it. At least in the past few decades, I have not seen Lushan have a decent swordsman. Lushan has sent a large number of talents to our great Qi country. This is true. It can be in the realm of cultivation. In terms of height, it is not comparable to Beimang Bei Amen."

"Huh?" Zhang Hui had never heard of such remarks, and felt very surprised.

Xie Zhuo shook his head and pointed to the stove to signal Zhang Hui to cook in the past: "Remember, if you enter Lushan, I can say that, you can't say that. That's why I have planted at the foot of the mountain for decades. Dishes."