Chapter 69 Chick

Chapter 69 Chick

Chapter 69 Chick
It rained all night. The wall of the dilapidated house was already loose, and when the swordsman Lao Guo put up the awning, he hammered two iron nails into it, and water slowly seeped in, making it even looser.

When the rain gradually subsided and the sky was just beginning to turn pale, there was a loud crash and the tarpaulin collapsed under the weight of the accumulated water, covering the two men. The donkey underneath was startled, let out a whiny cry, and ran away in a daze, shaking its hooves.

Only then did Li Wuxiang come out from the rubble.

There is a technique to throwing bricks. He got on the horse first, asked the black horse to lower its neck, cover its eyes, and step back a few steps, then he spurred the horse forward, and the horse's nose hit the wooden wall.

If it was a solid wall, the horse would have been knocked unconscious, but at the moment of collision, the wooden wall was slightly loose, and the man and the horse immediately pushed the wooden board out like a swollen ball and jumped to the ground. Looking at the black horse, it just stood there for a few steps and snorted heavily. When I rubbed its nose again, it calmed down.

Li Wuxiang jumped off his horse and uncovered the tarpaulin, his hands were covered in mud. The two men lay in the mud, motionless as if dead. The two men stopped cursing after they revealed their identities to each other last night, and just shut up and competed. But the drug of the Wumi Pill was quite powerful, and the two men could only stare at each other in the mud until the second half of the night, and finally fainted from the cold.

He first touched the two people's wrists and explored their internal energy.

The vitality of these two people is strong, and they should have already established their foundation and entered the stage of Qi Refining. But the breath in their Qi channels is very mixed, a bit like what it was like after they devoured the Wang family. The essence in their bodies is also pitifully small, and when they lose consciousness, their breath is sometimes smooth and sometimes not.

Zhao Qi and Zeng Jianqiu both said that a technique suitable for cultivation should be one that can be operated automatically while moving, sitting or lying down after building the foundation, and should be practiced all the time. From this perspective, the techniques of these two people are really bad.

So he helped the two men up and asked them to sit against the wall. He looked inside the jar again. Only a little water had gone into it, but the remaining charcoal inside was still bright red. He poked it with a branch and the steam came out again.

He placed the carbon canister between the two of them, tied up his horse, and sat on the low wall next to him waiting.

The drizzle stopped, and the sun came out, gilding the ground with a golden glow. The swordsman Lao Guo frowned and raised his eyelids, and then Lao Deng took a deep breath, but then they were silent again.

Li Wuxiang immediately jumped down from the low wall: "You two, are you awake?"

The two men slowly opened their eyes and acted confused, but they were both glancing at their swords.

"That's great that you woke up. I just passed by here and saw you two lying in the mud. I thought you were murdered." Li Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief. "This is in the middle of nowhere. Are you going to Ranshan as well?"

The two of them were stunned at the same time, looked at each other, and then Lao Guo said: "Ah... who are you?"

Li Wuxiang smiled: "My home is in Pixia Mountain..."

But he immediately changed his words: "Oh, it's a small place. My elders at home asked me to go out and explore. I heard that there was a Xu Xian who asked people to go to Ran Mountain to look for treasures, so I also wanted to see it."

Lao Guo and Lao Deng were stunned at first, then immediately looked at each other, and a word popped up in their minds - chick.

"Ah... yes, us too." Old Deng tried to move his arms and found that he could move them. He quickly touched his shoulder and felt a pool of pulp. He quickly got up and rushed to the side to pick up his sword. "We are in the same boat. It's fate. You are a good person. You really saved our lives."

He took the sword and stood aside, touched his hair, and stood still with his hand holding the sword. Lao Guo also took the sword in his hand and stood on the other side.

Li Wuxiang nodded: "I'm glad you guys are awake. I'll continue on my way. We'll see you in Ranshan."

After he finished speaking, he jumped on the horse and gave it a gentle push, causing the horse to slow down.

The two watched him leave. After he rode his horse for more than ten steps, Lao Guo retracted his gaze and stared at Lao Deng: "We didn't know each other until we fought. Let's just treat it as a misunderstanding, right?"

Old Deng looked at him for a while and said, "You misunderstood. Are you all working for Xu Xianren?"

"But my donkey has run away. Where can I find it? This is your fault, right? You should pay for it."

Old Deng grumbled to Li Wuxiang in the distance: "Isn't this ready-made? The horse and what's on it are yours, and what's on the person is mine."

"You have to pay for the horse and its contents, and I'll pay half of what's on the person."

"That's a horse, yours is a donkey! Okay, we'll talk about it later. They're almost gone, hurry up and catch up!"

The two men worked together to roll up the tarpaulin, quickly chased after him, and shouted: "Young man, young man, wait for us, let's go together!"

Li Wuxiang immediately looked back, hesitated for a moment, and then became happy again: "Okay, I feel bored alone too."

Lao Guo and Lao Deng were accompanying him, but Li Wuxiang's horse was neither fast nor slow, so the two men had to keep up with the pace.

Lao Guo put his hand on his forehead and looked into the distance: "If we keep walking this way, we can reach Ranshan today."

"Ah? Really?"

"Hmm, so you're not from around here?" "No."

"Haha, young man, you haven't been away from home for long?"

"Hmm... ah, not really. I've been wandering around the martial arts world for several years. By the way, where is Ranshan? What treasure are we looking for?"

Lao Guo and Lao Deng were both stunned and looked at each other. Then Lao Guo said, "You don't know Ranshan?"

"Well... I only know a little bit."

Old Deng poked Old Guo with his finger and said, "It seems that his home is far away. Maybe he is from another parish."

"Don't worry." Lao Guo whispered, and then he said, "Ranshan is one of the thirty-six sects here. You must have heard of the thirty-six sects, right?"

Li Wuxiang reined in his horse and said, "Ah? I know about this, the Thirty-Six Sects... Then we go to their temples to look for treasures? Isn't that bad?"

"Hehe, it's hard to say about other sects, but for Ranshan, it's like this - the leader of Ranshan died more than ten years ago! But Ranshan was no longer doing well before his death. After the leader died, his disciples couldn't stand the hardship in the mountain, so they all ran away, leaving only one person guarding the mountain gate."

"Over the years, people from nearby small sects like the Giant Sword Sect, the Green Clothes Sect, and the Yangzhen Sect have all quietly gone up the mountain several times, hoping to get some treasures. I heard that they found quite a few magical instruments. We rangers are very envious, but there are still people on the mountain, and we can't go and fight with the people from the Thirty-Six Sects."

"But the guards of Ran Mountain left a few days ago, so it has become an ownerless place. The fellows nearby are all thinking about going to the mountain to see if they can find any treasures. Didn't Xu Xianren call on everyone to go up the mountain to look for treasures a few days ago? It's easier to get things done with more people, and it's easier to get away if something goes wrong. Just leave quickly when you see something bad, because there are tall people to take care of you if something goes wrong!"

Li Wuxiang nodded. The "mountain keeper" should refer to Zhao Qi. When he was guarding the longevity lamp, some small sects nearby had secretly gone to the mountain to plunder things? He never mentioned these things... That's right, he certainly didn't want people to look down on him.

He thought that Ranshan would decline, but he didn't expect it to decline to this extent. No wonder Zhao Kui didn't even produce the elixir - not doing one's job properly is really harmful.

"Who is the Immortal Xu? I've only heard of him. Have you ever seen him?"

Lao Deng poked Lao Guo again, and Lao Guo slapped his hand away and rolled his eyes at him: "You don't know Xu Xianren either? We haven't seen him, but we've all heard of his name. He's been pretty ruthless in the past few months. Many of the wandering cultivators who offended him are dead. No one is alive who has seen him."

"My guess is that he is a hermit who has been cultivating himself in seclusion somewhere. When he reached a critical point where he couldn't go up, he came out of the mountain to look for some supplies. There are many such people. You can hear about them every ten or twenty years."

Li Wuxiang frowned, "Strange. Most of the families who live in seclusion have blessed places, so they should have enough supplies. Why would they come out to look for them?"

Lao Guo was stunned: "Really?"

Li Wuxiang didn't know whether it was true or not, so he nodded: "Yes. But from what you said, there shouldn't be anything good on the mountain, right? Then what did Xu Xianren ask everyone to look for?"

"I heard that Xu Xianren got some news, saying that there is a hard-to-find treasure on Ran Mountain, which should still be there. But we don't count on that kind of treasure, we can't keep it. Let's go up the mountain and have a look, maybe there are some silver bowls and bottles, magic swords and bells. Even if they are broken, we can come back and repair them ourselves and they can still be used. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Ran Mountain has been passed down for so many years, after all, these things have been blessed and nourished, they must be much better than what we make ourselves!"

"Oh." Li Wuxiang sighed, "Then I'll go and see for myself."

At this time, Lao Deng stretched out his leg, and Lao Guo stumbled, and both of them fell behind the horse.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't do it now, you might run into someone ahead!"

"It's better not to do it."

"what happened?"

"The more I talk to him, the colder I feel." Lao Guo frowned, "If you think about it carefully, don't you think something is wrong? Did you take a closer look? His delicate skin and tender flesh——"

"Does that mean it's a chick?"

"Hiss... How did you live to this age? It means you've been pampered! Didn't you hear me? I asked him if his family who lived in seclusion was like that? He said, yes! Maybe he came from some unknown hermit family nearby... Think about it again, he's really a rookie, how did he live to this day?"

Old Deng also frowned and stared at him.

Lao Guo sighed: "Understand?"

"No, I just think I really had a setback last night. If I had known you were such a coward, I would have just gone around the wall and done it." Old Deng sneered, "Don't get jealous later, or I won't be polite to you - I still have a lot of pills, go away and don't get in the way!"

(End of this chapter)