In any case, Lu Chen and the Black Dog were now temporarily staying at the Flying Goose Platform. Compared to the days when they were working tirelessly as handyman disciples in Baicao Tang, it was much more comfortable. It was comfortable to have Jin Dan Friar looking after them.
Since he no longer had to work in the herb garden of the Flowing Fragrance Garden every day, his days suddenly became leisurely. Lu Chen also had more time to do his own things. After his injuries recovered, he began to go to the dense forest behind the Flying Goose Platform to cut wood, preparing to build the wooden house he mentioned before.
Of course, a wooden house was more comfortable than a straw hut. Moreover, the forest covered a wide area, and there were hundreds of thousands of trees. Naturally, Su Qingjun would not be stingy with these things. Since she was young, she had never seen anyone cut wood to build a house, so during this period, she often stood at the side and watched Lu Chen work curiously.
It took four to five days to build the wooden house. After it was completed, Lu Chen was in a good mood. However, Su Qingjun shook her head at the side, saying that the wood of the house was not bad, but it looked ugly.
Since he had the status of a nominal disciple and was temporarily staying on the Flying Goose Terrace, it was impossible for Lu Chen to really do nothing and idle around all day. It would be hard for him to explain himself to the outside world. Therefore, he picked up his old job and cleaned up the spiritual field on the Flying Goose Platform. He also expanded the area. Then, Su Qingjun got some spiritual grass and spiritual fruit seeds and planted them in the spiritual field. From then on, Lu Chen officially became Su Qingjun, the "hard worker" who was specially squeezed by Jin Dan Friar to farm.
This kind of person was very common in the Kunlun Party. Generally speaking, even though people who did this kind of work still had the identity of a handyman disciple, there was always someone above them. It would sound very good if people said that they were no longer a handyman disciple of the Kunlun Party, but that they were someone under the command of a certain Jin Dan or a certain Zhenren. Wouldn't that be a lot more impressive?
Moreover, in terms of profit, the returns of the Odd Job Disciples who worked for these high-grade cultivators were much higher than before. As a result, there were many times when everyone was racking their brains for this position.
The reason why so many people wanted to participate in the Eagle Fruit Cultivation Competition at the Flowing Fragrance Garden was because they hoped that one day, Su Qingjun would take a fancy to them. The best outcome was actually Lu Chen's current situation.
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After receiving this kind of treatment, Lu Chen was much more free than before. The spiritual fruits and spiritual herbs planted in the spiritual fields were also not as delicate as the Eagle Fruit Tree that he could not easily leave. As for Su Qingjun, she was also quite polite to him and did not really squeeze him for labor. It should be said that his life was still relatively relaxed.
Therefore, Lu Chen now actually had time to wander around the Kunlun Mountains. These days, many people in the Kunlun Party saw Lu Chen walking around leisurely with the black dog, which attracted the envy of many handyman disciples.
One day after that, Lu Chen brought Atsu down from the Flying Goose Platform and took a casual walk. Then, they walked to the house near the Flowing Fragrance Garden where someone had once died.
Back then, He Changsheng died in this house.
It was daytime, and most of the people who lived nearby were the lowest-level handyman disciples. Every day, they had to go to the Flowing Fragrance Garden to work, so the surroundings were quiet and there were not many people walking around. On the day of the murder, the Kunlun Party had sent people to seal off the nearby area, but after a long time of investigation, there were no results. Until now, the disciples who were guarding outside had also been withdrawn. Except for the house that was still unoccupied, this place seemed to be no different from the surroundings.
The traces of the person named He Changsheng in this world were quickly and completely dissipating.
The wind blew gently from the forest. Lu Chen and Atsu stood quietly in the distance and looked at the house. Neither of them spoke, like two dark shadows, silent.
After a while, Lu Chen turned and walked to the side. He no longer looked at the house, but walked into the wide forest on the other side. Atsu followed behind him and walked into the forest.
During the day, the forest was slightly darker than outside, but the light shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, making the forest appear brighter, and the surrounding trees could be seen clearly. Lu Chen walked in the forest with a calm expression. As he gradually went deeper into the forest, the surroundings quickly quietened down.
The hustle and bustle that belonged to the Kunlun Party seemed to be isolated outside the forest. In this forest, there was only silence.
After walking for a while, he came to the place where he had come here to stare at late at night.
That day, in a pitch-black night, this corner deep in the forest was so dark that one could not see their fingers in front of them, completely submerged in darkness. Now that it was daytime, Lu Chen could clearly see that there was actually a big tree in front of him.
A big tree that looked very large and dense, older than the surrounding trees.
The mottled bark was covered with moss, and a few drops of morning dew still remained on the branches and leaves. The strong roots protruded from the ground, looking like a giant claw tightly gripping the earth.
Lu Chen stared at the tree for a while, then walked over.
The forest was still silent. There was no wind, and there were no birds chirping. At this moment, the only sound seemed to be his footsteps, stepping on the dead leaves on the ground.
The trunk of the big tree was very thick and large, requiring at least two people to wrap their arms around it. It was enough to hide the figure that was hiding. But this morning, when Lu Chen crossed the roots of the tree and walked to the back of the tree, it was empty.
Atsu ran over and sniffed under the big tree for a while. It seemed that there was nothing special worth paying attention to, so it ran away to play at the side.
Lu Chen looked at the big tree quietly, his eyes bright and focused. From the roots to the trunk, he looked at it bit by bit, as if he was carefully searching for something.
However, nothing strange appeared on the big tree.
There were no wounds, no scratches, and no hidden and twisted patterns.
Everything seemed to be fruitless.
Lu Chen frowned slightly. After pondering for a moment, he squatted down and carefully searched the roots of the tree that undulated like a horned dragon. He even used his hands to push away the dead leaves and black soil on the ground, and checked every hidden corner of the roots.
However, in the end, he still found nothing.
That Evil Sect spy hiding in the darkness, seemed to have unusual patience and vigilance, and was not tempted this time?
Lu Chen stood up, his face solemn.
After a moment of contemplation, he called Atsu, turned and walked back the way he came, prepared to leave this place.
A beam of sunlight shone down from the branches and leaves above his head, shone on his body, and also on the silent big tree beside him. The mottled traces, seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of countless years.
Lu Chen continued to walk forward, but at the fifth step, he suddenly stopped.
He frowned, seemed to have thought of something, the next moment, his eyes suddenly brightened, suddenly turned around, but stared intently at the front of the big tree, at the ancient and mottled traces on the tree trunk.
The sunlight shone down, perhaps because it had experienced too much time, the bark on the tree trunk, showed signs of cracking.
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Even in the daytime, the martyr's grave at the back of the nameless mountain was still shrouded in darkness. The sinister cold air seemed to not recede all year round, emitting a rare Yin energy in this famous mountain.
Usually, not many people came here, most of the people including the cultivators preferred to live in the light, even if it was the stone walls and caves that were required for cultivation, in fact most of them were located in the sunny places.
But this day, a tall figure walked in from outside the martyr's grave, and knocked on that black door.
Dongfang Tao, who had just achieved Yuanying Zhenren, came to the martyr's grave, this gloomy and gloomy place. There was no one around him, indicating that he had come alone. When the chilly wind blew past from an unknown corner, his expression was equally indifferent. Only a trace of deeply hidden disgust could be seen in the depths of his eyes.
With a creak, the black door opened.
In the gloomy courtyard, those dark rooms stood silently in the surroundings, some were completely dark, some flickered with dim candlelight, as if guiding the direction of the dead on the dark path. Occasionally, when the wind blew, those little candlelight would actually instantly turn green, like the burning flames in the eyes of an evil spirit, after a moment, it slowly returned to its original appearance.
A thin, shriveled figure, whose entire body seemed to be shrouded in darkness, stood alone in the middle of this courtyard, his cold eyes shot out an icy light, coldly looking at Dongfang Tao who was walking in.
Dongfang Tao first looked around, his gaze paused on those dark rooms, and those candlelight for a moment, finally landing on the corpse who was standing there, nodded, and said:
"Long time no see."
The corpse faintly laughed, and said: "Yes, you are always unwilling to come here to see me, of course, we have not seen each other for a long time."
Dongfang Tao's expression did not change, and he calmly said: "This damned place is eerie, no one would like to come here."
The corpse's gaze turned cold, and his voice seemed to raise a few octaves as he said: "But thanks to you, I have already stayed here for thirty-four years!"
Dongfang Tao frowned, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, you have sent someone to pass a message to me this time, what is the urgent matter?" After a pause, he suddenly snorted, and said: "Also, in the future, if you want to find someone to pass a message to, don't look for He Yi, I don't like that person."
Seeing that the corpse did not immediately answer him, and instead looked Dongfang Tao up and down, he then laughed coldly, and said: "You have become Yuanying Zhenren, so you immediately put on airs, huh? Is it that even if I want to find you in the future, I may not be able to summon you? "
A trace of impatience flashed across Dongfang Tao's face, and he said: "If you have something to say, then say it, don't bring up old scores, and I will say it again." He stared at the corpse, and his voice also seemed to become a few degrees colder, and said: "Don't talk to me like it's all thanks to me, you have only yourself to blame for this ending of yours, Junior Brother!"
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