"Pfft, you're not a woman. Isn't it disgusting enough to smile at me for the whole day?" Lu Chen snorted, then leaned on the counter casually, his body slightly leaning forward.
Old Ma glanced at him, frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Lu Chen lowered his voice and whispered a few words. Even in the quiet tavern, his voice could not be heard clearly. Perhaps only Old Ma, who was closest to him, could hear it clearly.
As Old Ma listened, his face suddenly darkened. He slowly straightened his body, and after a moment of silence, looked at Lu Chen again, and said, "Are you sure?"
Lu Chen said indifferently, "I've seen everything that happened in there back then."
Old Ma nodded, and then asked in a low voice, "What's the level of the secret code?"
Lu Chen frowned, and after a moment of silence, he said, "This is a strange place. The secret code only has one tree and two leaves. At most, it's the position of 'Commander' in the Evil Cult."
Old Ma's expression relaxed slightly, and he pondered, "It seems that they're not looking for you? Maybe there's also a demon from the Three Realms Divine Cult here, and they're here to summon them? "
Lu Chen snorted, and said, "That's too much of a coincidence."
Old Ma nodded, and said, "I understand. I'll find out more about it, don't worry. But didn't the Thousand Autumns Sect just kill a demon from the Evil Cult? Maybe the Evil Cult demons are here for that? "
Lu Chen shrugged, and said, "I hope so. Anyway, you keep an eye on this matter."
Old Ma said, "Don't worry."
Lu Chen stood up and prepared to leave, but before he took a step, he suddenly stopped, and then turned to Old Ma, and said, "There's another thing, help me check it out."
Old Ma said, "What?"
Lu Chen said, "There seems to be a new young scholar on the other side of the stream. His appearance is handsome, and his drawing skill is good. I have never seen him before. Find out who that man is. "
Old Ma replied with an "oh" and said, "Got it. It's just a small matter."
…
The sky was dark, and the night was quiet.
Another night came, and the small mountain village fell into a deep sleep again. It was especially quiet under the cover of darkness.
Lu Chen was lying on the bed in his straw hut. The room was pitch black.
He closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep.
When people were quiet, they would unintentionally or unintentionally think of some past events. Those thoughts and thoughts were not completely controlled by people, so even if it was something that they did not want to recall, they would still inadvertently recall it.
It wasn't a dream, but when he closed his eyes, it felt like a nightmare that was hard to wake up from. There were mournful shouts, angry screams, ice-cold sword light, and terrifying pain. Of course, most of all, there were those wildly dancing black flames.
He opened his eyes in the darkness, shook his head, shook off those disgusting memories, and turned over. There was the sound of the wind outside the straw hut. It was the mountain wind blowing from the tea mountain, and it seemed to be a bit hurried this night. Lu Chen listened for a while, and seemed to hear some noise inside.
Some small, faint noise.
He turned over and got off the ground, put on his clothes, and walked out. Only then did he find that the night sky was a bit cloudy, and only a few stars were flashing in the distance, making the night look a bit gloomy.
The mountain wind whistled past, bringing with it a bit of coldness. Lu Chen turned around and saw the shadows on the mountain peak twisting. It was pitch black, and there was a constant rustling sound, mixed with the wind, drifting over.
There was no fear or surprise on Lu Chen's face. He just stared at the mountain peak for a while, and then his gaze moved up, looking at the top of the tea mountain.
Although those strange sounds sounded somewhat frightening and gloomy, they were actually the special sound of the leaves and branches trembling when the mountain wind blew through the countless spirit tea trees on the mountain. In the gloomy and silent night, it was like the cry of ghosts, but in reality, it had no meaning.
Lu Chen was also not the slightest bit afraid. He just stared in the direction of the eastern foot of the tea mountain, and after a while, he said to himself, "Those swallows don't seem to be moving tonight?"
He had lived here for ten years, and was indeed very familiar with this tea mountain, including the giant pit that the local villagers called the Ghost Wailing Cave. He had also gone up to see it.
The giant pit was not small, and it looked quite spectacular from top to bottom. There were indeed hundreds and thousands of swallows living on the rock walls, but whether they were the red-billed red-feathered swallows mentioned by Hong Chuan today, Lu Chen did not know.
In Lu Chen's impression, that group of swallows should be just ordinary birds, and not spiritual beasts with spiritual tattoos. Therefore, it was reasonable to say that a disciple of a famous sect like the Kunlun Party would generally not be interested in such useless things.
Or perhaps, there was some hidden treasure in the giant pit that attracted a disciple of a famous sect like Hong Chuan to peep at it?
Thinking of this, Lu Chen's heart also moved, but then he shook his head. He had no intention of being nosy. For the sake of safety, he had explored that area before, but he did not find any so-called Heaven and Earth Treasure. Anyway, even if there was, it was someone else's opportunity.
Thinking of this, he planned to go back to sleep. However, just as he pushed open the door of the straw hut, he suddenly heard a low "rumble" from somewhere in the night.
The sound was not soft. Although it was not sharp and ear-piercing, it traveled very far in the night. Lu Chen's body paused, and he turned around to look at the source of the sound. However, he found that the place where the sound came from was pitch-black, and it was coming from the deep pool at the foot of the mountain.
Lu Chen frowned slightly, and he was a little surprised. The deep pool was located at the foot of the tea mountain, and its depth was unpredictable. This was because from six feet underwater, the water temperature became abnormally cold, and ordinary people could not bear it. Therefore, no one had ever been able to dive into it.
For many years, this deep pool had been quietly hiding in the depths of the mountain village. Qingshui Stream originated from here, and it meandered through the village, coexisting harmoniously with this small mountain village for many years.
Lu Chen thought about it, and still walked towards the pool. Not long after, he walked to the edge of the pool. He opened his eyes, and after a moment, he suddenly let out a "huh". With the faint starlight in the sky, he saw that there was actually a person floating in the pool.
It was the middle of the night, and suddenly, a person was floating on the surface of the deep pool. It was indeed a little scary. At the same time, the mountain wind was mournful, and it blew non-stop. It seemed to add a bit of eerie atmosphere to the place.
However, Lu Chen seemed to be completely unaware of this gloomy atmosphere. Instead, he frowned as he stared at the human figure that was bobbing up and down in the water. After a while, he suddenly muttered, "Why does he look a little familiar …"
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