Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Yang Binghong and Lin Xianjie came down from the hillside, but they were no longer relaxed like before. One was in front and the other was behind. They lowered their bodies slightly and walked quietly sideways. Soon they were close to the place where they could see the stilt house.

The stilt house was not big, but it looked much bigger than the average shed. It also had a special beauty under the moonlight. More importantly, there was a warm firelight coming out of the doors and windows of the house, which also meant that someone lived in it!

"Is it here?"

"It should be right."

"Should be?"

Yang Binghong looked at Lin Xianjie, who couldn't help scratching his head.

"My father hadn't met my mother when he left here. I didn't exist at that time. Even if they carried me here later, I was still young and didn't remember it. But the tomb is here, and the location is not bad. It should be here."

Yang Binghong nodded. It should be right.

"Brother, how about we go over and take a look?"

Lin Xianjie was very curious at this time and wanted to take a look, but was held down by Yang Binghong.

"No hurry, let's wait and see, or we can wait until daybreak. If we rush over here, we don't know if they are enemies or friends. If they are waiting for us to come over, we will be in danger! No matter how hard it is to find here, there are people there, right?"

Lin Xianjie was persuaded by Yang Binghong. The two looked around, then found a thick tree and jumped up with Qinggong, then made some simple repairs on the tree, took off their clothes and wrung out the water.

Although the weather outside was very hot, it was much cooler in Hele Mountain. The wet clothes kept sticking to their bodies. Even if they were martial arts masters, they would still feel cold. On the contrary, it would be much warmer to be shirtless. The wet clothes hung on the tree could also dry quickly and block the wind.

While the two were resting and practicing martial arts on the tree, Yuan Zhaoning and Yan Bo were drinking tea and eating in the stilt house in the distance. The meal was a bowl of wild vegetables and a bowl of fried eggs. For the two, it was quite rich with white rice.

Yuan Zhaoning was eating with gusto. Although he was quite old, he would fill up another bowl after finishing one. This period of time might be the most comfortable time he had lived in recent decades.

"Uncle Yuan's appetite has improved recently!"

Yan Bo said with a smile. Although Yuan Zhaoning had been loyally guarding the Royal Crane Lake and the Imperial Seal for so many years, he was not a fool and naturally noticed the recent changes in his body.

"It is all thanks to Mr. Yan that I, an old slave with a broken body, can live such a life."

"Yuan Bo, you are too kind. It can be regarded as the remaining blessing left by Dayan for you."

As he said that, Yan Bo looked towards the door. Of course, he knew that someone had arrived, but he had no intention of going out to greet them.

On the big tree at the bottom of the hill, the two had already rested against the trunk, and their breathing was very even.

But a group of uninvited guests had come to the three tombs that the two had passed by before.

This group of people is certainly not the Great Toad King and the White Crane group. After all, they were holding guns and knives, and they also had a murderous and bloody aura on their bodies.

These people spent a lot of time in the swamp, and finally found footprints at the foot of a mountain. In the moonlight, people's footprints could be vaguely seen going up the muddy mountain road after the rain.

Several people also breathed a sigh of relief. They had just wandered in the swamp for an hour and thought they had completely lost them.

A group of more than ten people followed the footprints of Yang Binghong and Lin Xianjie before, and soon they also touched the three graves. The dozen people were obviously stunned.

"There are graves in this place?"

Someone whispered, and the others had similar thoughts in their hearts.

But when someone finally found the words on the tombstone at the front, that person couldn't help but take a breath.

"Hiss, this tomb is that of Tianyu Zhenren Han Shiyong?"

"Han Shiyong?" "Bai Yu Dao"

More than a dozen people gathered in front of Han Shiyong's tomb. This kind of person who has stories passed down in the folk has become a part of myths and strange stories. These people have heard similar stories when they were young, and there are even storytellers who will tell this part of the story that has been passed down from the previous dynasty.

"I didn't expect that there really is a person like Tianyu Zhenren!" "Is this tomb fake?"

"I don't know."

"If it is really the tomb of Tianyu Zhenren, will there be treasures in it? What does the storyteller's book say? In the previous dynasty, Tianyu Zhenren was good at controlling fire dragons and refining elixirs. Could there be..."

Some of these people were fanciful, but the leading man stopped the others from imagining.

"Okay, is there really any magic elixir hidden in the tomb? When Han Zhenren died, Bai Yu Dao was gone. Even if this is really his tomb, the people who buried him must have taken away the good things. Business is important!"

After a while, more than a dozen people moved forward again, but they were more cautious when they got here.

"Crack~"

This is the crisp sound of someone stepping on a branch. The sound is very small, but it is particularly obvious in the relatively quiet Hele Mountain with only occasional bird calls.

Yang Binghong on the tree was awakened at once. He subconsciously looked around and below, and then his heart suddenly tightened. At this moment, someone actually sneaked under the tree.

Yang Binghong quickly covered Lin Xianjie's mouth and nose with one hand, and then gently woke him up.

When Lin Xianjie woke up, he subconsciously struggled, but soon realized that it was Yang Binghong who woke him up. The latter made a silent gesture with his hand, and then pointed downwards. Lin Xianjie looked down, and his muscles suddenly tensed up.

When the dozen people passed under the tree, they should have discovered some footprints left by the two people on the tree.

But it just so happened that something more obvious attracted their attention. Needless to say, it was the stilt house with firelight.

The dozen people were squatting quietly three feet away from the two people on the tree and observing the stilt house. The distance was almost face to face.

"So they have such a place to stay here!"

"Well, we have been searching in the swamp for half a night, with heavy rain and lightning, mosquitoes and flies, and poisonous insects. They have been resting here for a long time, right?"

"Hehe, it's the end of the rest. I said before that the boy surnamed Lin was a little weird. Did you see the tombstone just now?"

At this time, everyone's heart moved. Yes, there is a member of the Lin family on the tombstone.

"You can't judge a person by appearance. The Lin family seems to be the direct descendant of Tianyu Zhenren. This news is more valuable than their two lives before."

"If he is really the descendant of Han Zhenren, why is he so useless?" "Hey, a master has his own strengths and weaknesses!"

"Okay, be careful when you take action later, and leave the surname Lin alive!"

After the leader said this, he waved his hand and led his men to crouch down and approach the stilt house little by little, while the two people in the tree behind, who always kept absolutely quiet, held their breath and concentrated.

Lin Xianjie hesitated whether to try to remind the people in the house over there, but Yang Binghong kept holding his arm and shaking his head.

It was too late now. The people below were all good players. If the two people in the tree reminded them, they would be discovered and besieged in the first time. For now, the best way is to delay the stilt house for a while, and then the two of them will take the opportunity to escape.

To be honest, they have already arrived in Hele Mountain and waded through a swamp. They were still found here, which surprised Yang Binghong and Lin Xianjie.

At the moment when the two were nervous, more than a dozen people had already arrived in front of the stilt house. They passed the area in front of the building and saw a lot of planted vegetation, which was obviously well-organized and carefully taken care of.

However, at this time, everyone didn't care about these unblooming flowers. They held weapons in their hands and stared at the house, ready to break through the house and kill the people inside by surprise.

It seemed that they felt the murderous aura here, and even the occasional bird calls in the forest had disappeared for a while.

But at this time, the door of the stilt house suddenly opened.

With a "squeak~", the fire in the house illuminated the area in front of the door with the open door.

The dozen people who were ready to kill hid on both sides. Although the people at the door should not be able to see them, they could see the door clearly and found that the man seemed to be neither Yang Binghong nor Lin Xianjie, but a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Yan Bo looked at the door, looked around and looked at the big tree in the distance, and sighed slightly.

"I knew that if you bring something with you, you will not be safe. It's late at night, and there is such a strong murderous aura!"

He found us!

A dozen people couldn't hold back, and the leader shouted.

"Do it--"

"Zheng~" "Zheng~" "Zheng~".

When a dozen people started to do it, Yan Bo smiled. In this brief moment, he remembered that he had been hunted down in Dayong, but now it looked like children playing.

When a dozen people jumped and rushed over, the rain on the veins of flowers and leaves or in the grass and soil under their feet moved, like raindrops rolling back, turning into water and entwining around the feet of a dozen people.

The quick ones took only a few steps, and the slow ones didn't even have time to move before they couldn't move at all.

The water seemed to turn into chains, completely entangling them.

"Dingling." "Dang"

The swords and weapons fell to the ground, and a dozen people fell to the ground or knelt down. They could see the water flowing on their bodies in the moonlight, but the water was stronger than the hemp rope, and they couldn't break free no matter how hard they tried.

"He can cast spells!" "This man is a sorcerer!"

"The remnant of Baiyu Dao!"

"Ugh."

At this moment, the water chain became tighter and tighter, and there was even a sound of bones and muscles being overwhelmed, which made the dozen people who were entangled show painful expressions.

"Master, spare me." "Ugh, Taoist, Taoist priest."

It's not that I haven't encountered sorcerers before, but it's unprecedented that the spells are so strong that people have no room to fight back.

The phrase "remnant of Baiyu Dao" made Yan Bo's mood fluctuate, and also made the people on the ground suffer a little.

In the tree in the distance, Yang Binghong's eyes were wide open!

As the saying goes, the level of martial arts depends on breathing. When these dozen people passed under the tree, the breath was enough to show that there was no mediocre hand. Even if they met a powerful sorcerer, it shouldn't be like this.

It can only be said that the magic of the person who came out of the house is so strong that it is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!

But soon Yang Binghong found that his arm was tightly grasped by Lin Xianjie. He turned his head and saw that Lin Xianjie not only looked dull, but his body was trembling slightly.

"Controlling water with the void and following the law with your thoughts is not a human skill, it is a fairy skill"