The world of cultivating immortals does not raise second-rate goods

In Silver Frost Valley, Su Jianren had so many lives of Iron Blood Hall members in his hands, but he let Ling Xiao leave.

Just because Ling Xiao is Meng Zhi's daughter.

Just like Su Jianren, Cao Heng knew that Yan Guilin was Song Shan's son. What they wanted to do could not involve Yan Guilin, and they had to send him back in a good manner.

Otherwise, once something happens to Yan Guilin, Song Shan will be struck by thunder, and who knows how many more people will die.

After leaving Zhongdu City, go northwest for 2000 miles and arrive at Wuhu City.

Wuhu City has a typical sandy landform, and Zhongdu City still has some heat waves in August, but Wuhu City is already covered with hoarfrost, and people coming and going subconsciously shrink down.

Wuhu City is named after Wuhu Mountain.

There is Wuhu Hall on Wuhu Mountain. It is said that it was built by five brothers. After a hundred years of development, it has become a dominant sect and is an important force of Iron Blood Hall.

Cao Heng said that because Meng Zhi had formed an alliance with Taoist Sect and Lihuo Palace, Wu Hu Tang was dissatisfied and said that Meng Zhi betrayed the original intention of Tie Xue Tang and had the intention of treason.

What's dramatic is that Wuhutang is dissatisfied with Meng Zhi, but he and Su Jianren are flirting with each other.

As expected, only traitors like to label others as traitors.

This is why Yan Guilin followed Su Yarong to the northwest. Su Yarong was ordered by Su Jianren to come to Wuhu Hall to deliver some news.

Si Li looked at the tall and majestic Wuhu Mountain, thinking about how someone unfamiliar with the place could find Yan Guilin as quickly as possible without disturbing Wuhu Hall.

The Northwest Iron Blood Hall emphasizes a winner-takes-all approach, which is all about the law of the jungle.

For casual cultivators who come here from other places, everyone knows that you have nowhere to go and that’s why they come here. If not, who will rob you?

If a fight breaks out, it can easily lead to a scuffle.

Killing one casual cultivator is fine, but it will immediately attract thousands of casual cultivators to watch, waiting for both parties to suffer and reap the benefits.

Therefore, it is best to keep a low profile when visiting the Northwest.

Or be led by a local.

In the entire northwest, she only knew Ling Xiao.

But after Ling Xiao took Xue Lian back, she knew that the situation was extremely dangerous and that Xue Lian was a weak woman. After she brought the news to Cao Heng, she wanted to find a hiding place for Xue Lian, so she left. So far, there is no news.

Now, we can only act alone.

Climbing up a steep mountain, before Si Li could appreciate the vast white land, he saw smoke curling up from cooking stoves and a dozen or so scattered houses in the valley.

"I remember this place is not on the map?"

Si Li took out the Xianmen map and located her current location. There was indeed no such small village on the Xianjia map.

"Even Tie Xue Tang can't figure out how many villages there are within its jurisdiction, let alone outsiders."

Si Li sighed.

Ling Xiao once said that in this land in the northwest, most mortals make a living as nomads. Moving is the main theme, and settling down is a rare thing.

Using the Qi Watching Technique, it was confirmed that the small village was just an ordinary village without any traces of monks.

When we entered the village, it was already dark. More than a dozen households had their stoves set up to ward off the cold. The firelight shone through the cracks in the windows, flickering on and off.

Si Li knocked on the small house on the west side.

There were two people sitting by the stove, an old man and an old woman. They were sharing a leg of lamb. When they saw her coming, they were so surprised that they were speechless.

Si Li picked up the rabbit on his hand and said, "Uncle, aunt, I came here to hunt. I stumbled into this place and wanted to use the fire to roast a rabbit."

After saying that, she bowed: "It's dark and I can't find my way, so I'd like to ask you to take me in for the night."

The old man and the old woman looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Where are you from?"

"The Bend of the Sea of ​​Fog."

The old man was stunned for a moment and suddenly said: "Oh, I heard that many monks have come to Wuhaiwan. Is it true or false?"

Si Li was stunned by this question.Wuhaiwan is not far from the Iron Blood Hall. Meng Zhi summoned monks to probably consolidate people's hearts, but these are considered secrets from the upper class. How did he, an honest mortal, know about them?
Noticing that the old man was waiting for her answer, she immediately said: "How would I know? I am just a hunter. I want to kill some foxes to make fox furs for my mother to keep warm."

In order to avoid making too many mistakes, she tried to change the topic to fighting the fox, but she needed to confirm something.

How did the old man learn that there were monks gathering in the Iron Blood Hall.

Fortunately, the old couple were old and didn't pay much attention to her, and they also liked chatting with young people. Si Li soon learned about it.

The village is relatively close to Wuhu Mountain. They often see monks coming and going. Some villagers go to Wuhu City to exchange for food. When they rest in the teahouse, they listen to the monks at the table next to them.

When the old couple learned that she came here to make fox fur for her mother, they were very enthusiastic to help her. They said that there were many people in the village who hunted foxes. Seeing her gorgeous clothes, they thought they would have enough money to buy it.

This was a great help to Si Li, who couldn't find any reason to deal with the villagers.

The next day, Si Li visited every house early in the morning and asked about the prices of fox skins and other fur goods.

It is a pity that the villagers do not accept gold and silver, and must exchange grain and tea. Grain and tea are things that money cannot buy nowadays.

Si Li looked sad and disappointed. At noon, she sat on the roadside millstone to rest.

Several children gathered around, and Si Li pretended to trick them into stealing the family's fur goods and selling them to her. While they were chatting animatedly, she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.

"Teacher...well, girl!"

Si Li turned around and stared at the other person.

Yan Guilin!
He was a little taller than last year. He was dressed in coarse linen, and his clothes were washed white. He looked like a craftsman walking around the streets when choosing an order. When he saw Si Li, he turned his head and roared excitedly to the sky.

"Mend--the pot--the bowl!"

He is really a craftsman who walks around the streets.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!
Si Li couldn't help laughing, but all the children surrounding her ran over and clapped their hands excitedly.

"I have a bowl at home that needs to be filled, please wait a moment."

"Row."

“My pot cracked.”

"it is good."

"I broke a plate yesterday, can you fix it?"

"can."

Yan Guilin looked around and found a stone not far away, so he walked over and put down his burden, sat on the stone, and waited for the child to run home and get the bowl and pot.

There were also some children who were curious about his craftsmanship and sat around him to watch how he mended the bowl.

Si Li pretended not to know him, and asked several more houses, but everyone agreed that they would not sell their skins unless they brought grain and tea.

She sighed and said, "If I ask elsewhere, I don't believe that you can't buy things even if you have money!"

After saying this, she turned around and headed to another village.

After turning a corner and confirming that no one was around, she returned to the steep hilltop where she was yesterday, overlooking the village.

She is a monk and has excellent eyesight.

Yan Guilin helped people repair bowls and pots in a serious manner. His craftsmanship was pretty good. In order to avoid being noticed, the materials used, such as curium (ju) nails, were all common folk materials.

Occasionally he would raise his head to wipe his sweat, and he would see Si Li on the top of the mountain. He would lower his head and smile, and continue to fill the bowl.

Si Li secretly sighed that Yan Guilin was much more mature.

Before meeting him, she was curious about how he, a foundation-building monk, could break into the northwest. It turned out that he was so well-prepared and a street-walking craftsman without any flaws.

Si Li sat quietly on the top of the mountain, waiting for him to finish filling the pots and bowls and find her.