Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo needs to figure out where that demonic sword is.

This trip is different from the one to Fengtian; there are other miscellaneous matters involved. This time, we're just counting on this one thing; once it's done, things will be settled.

He asked the question in the inner world: Where is the demon sword Hirumaru now?

A sphere of light appears.

Cheng Mo reached in, and a whole host of information flooded his mind.

The sphere of light shattered.

Cheng Mo was completely bewildered.

Wait, what happened? How did it become three answers?

Does this thing increase?

The three addresses do not overlap with the two calculated last time.

wrong……

Cheng Mo recalled the trap he had encountered at the mountain god temple last time.

Someone must have orchestrated this, and a very skilled sorcerer at that, influencing the answers others gave to the questions within the inner realm. They set up a very ingenious illusion, preventing the answers from specifying a precise location.

If that's the case, it confirms one thing for Cheng Mo—

His inner vision might not be that different from other sorcerers', except that the way the light orbs that appear to reveal the problem open is different.

Let's put this aside for now and not delve into it, since there's no way to delve into it anyway.

Cheng Mo changed his approach.

Last time, my uncle mentioned that a guy with a Tang sword at his waist wandered around the foot of Changbai Mountain.

Cheng Mo directly asked about the guy's location; there couldn't possibly be multiple answers.

A sphere of light appeared.

This time, the sphere of light was very small, about the size of a washbasin.

Cheng Mo reached in, and a message appeared.

There is only one location!

After a moment's thought, Cheng Mo continued to ask: Is the demon sword Hiruma in this person's possession?

The sphere of light appeared, and a negative answer was obtained.

very good……

Cheng Mo preferred not to ask.

He could still go and have fun with this person, but now...

Forget it.

Cheng Mo emptied his mind and his consciousness floated upwards.

Open your eyes.

Xia He glanced at him and continued chatting with Gao Dazhuang.

Cheng Mo was speechless. How could women have so many topics to talk about? It's been going on for so long...

……

The land of Changbai Mountains and Heilongjiang River.

Xia Liuqing and Balun wandered through the snow-covered mountains and forests.

Baron stopped. "Xia, we've already walked over ten kilometers. How much longer are you going to drag me along?"

Xia Liuqing didn't even turn her head: "It'll be soon. Didn't we ask before? There's a stronghold nearby that's suspected of hiding the demon sword."

Baron took a deep breath: "Xia, let me emphasize again, I'm here for a vacation to relax, not to help you find some demon sword."

Xia Liuqing turned to look at him: "I've already helped you carve three ice sculptures, what's wrong with you helping me find the Demon Blade?"

Baron paused for two seconds: "Explain why we sculpted three ice sculptures first."

Xia Liuqing waved her hand: "Didn't you lose control of your power and shatter the ice sculpture?"

Baron stared at him: "Think back again, why did I lose control of my power?"

Xia Liuqing scoffed, "Why are you saying all that? We came out for a walk to relax, didn't we? I'm an old man in my eighties or nineties and I haven't complained about being tired, so why are you complaining?"

Baron: "..."

He realized that he really couldn't win an argument with the old man.

Suddenly, the view ahead opened up.

It turned out that the forest had come to an end.

Not far away, there was a village.

The houses in the village are quite unique; most are wooden structures with pointed roofs painted in various colors such as blue, green, and red. The eaves are carved with flowers, and the window frames are painted snow-white. Wooden fences stand in front of and behind the houses, with dried corn and red peppers hanging on them.

Some houses even have Russian-style wells standing in front of them, made of wood, with a small crank on top.

However, many houses are also made of blue bricks and gray tiles, with couplets pasted on the door and paper-cut window decorations on the windows.

The two styles blend together without feeling out of place.

Xia Liuqing and Balun entered the village.

The people here have unusual appearances, deep-set eyes, and many have Western features, but there are also a small number of Han Chinese.

Xia Liuqing was quite amusing; he would ask anyone he saw, "Hey little brother, wanna hear if any Japanese devils are coming this way?"

The man opposite me looked to be in his fifties or sixties, and he wanted to swear as soon as he heard the words "little brother".

However, judging from Old Man Xia's wrinkled face, he must be quite old; calling him "little brother" wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Brother, we drove the Japanese devils away a long time ago."

He turned to Baron and said, "Brother, really, your dad's so old, and you're still taking him around everywhere."

Baron's face immediately darkened.

Where the hell do you get the idea that Old Man Xia is my father?

Xia Liuqing's face darkened as well: "I don't have dementia yet. Besides, this kid is so ugly, how could he possibly be my son?"

The man shook his head: "Sigh, take care of yourself, brother."

Baron's face darkened. "Xia, do you still want to ask?"

"Asking about his grandma's legs, I..."

Ding ding ding...

My phone suddenly rang.

Xia Liuqing took it out and answered, "Hey, Cheng, have you arrived yet?"

Cheng Mo's voice came from across the room: "Where's the bus station? Where are you, sir?"

Xia Liuqing said, "Oh, I'm still in the village. You guys find your own place to stay. Aren't you quite familiar with the people at the company? Ask them yourself. I have some things to take care of."

There was a two-second silence on the other end: "...You can play by yourself."

I hung up the phone.

Barron asked, "Is it the really good kid you were talking about?"

Xia Liuqing nodded: "Yes, it's him. They've arrived in Bingcheng."

Baron thought for a moment, "Xia, why don't we go back to Ice City? I want to see that kid."

Xia Liuqing glanced at him and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid it will damage your confidence."

Baron nodded: "Indeed, to be so talented at such a young age, he must be a prodigy. If he loses, it will probably really damage his confidence."

Xia Liuqing waved her hand: "You misheard me. I meant I was afraid you'd be discouraged."

Baron: "??"

……

Harbin Bus Station.

Xia He asked Cheng Mo, "What did Grandpa Xia say?"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "That old man is probably having a good time somewhere, he doesn't want to talk to us at all."

Xia He: "..."

She paused for two seconds, then said, "Never mind, let's find somewhere to eat first. I'm starving."

Gao Dazhuang grabbed Xia He's arm and laughed heartily, "Come on, sister, I'll take you to eat the most unique delicacies in Harbin. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

The snowdrifts still remained by the roadside, gray and dusty, piled up along the curb. Scattered snowflakes drifted down from the sky, melting as soon as they landed. The wind blew, still cold, but no longer the biting cold of December.

The three of them hailed a taxi, and Gao Dazhuang told the driver the name of the place.

The car drove for more than twenty minutes before stopping in front of an inconspicuous restaurant. The storefront was small, with a wooden sign that read "Old Six's Pig Slaughter Dish".

The snow on the street had been swept to the roadside and piled up, turning a dark, murky color. People on the street were wearing down jackets, hunching their shoulders and walking quickly. Occasionally, a car would drive by, splashing up snow and mud, and pedestrians would quickly dodge it.

Pushing open the heavy cotton curtain, a wave of heat rushed out.

The room was noisy and full of people, with the aroma of stew and minced garlic filling the air.

Gao Dazhuang led them to an empty table and waved to the waitress, "Sister, let's order."

The waiter came over with the menu.

Gao Dazhuang picked up the menu and started scribbling: "We often come here to eat when we're in school. The portions are generous and the food is delicious. We're very satisfied."

She pointed to the menu and introduced it to the two of them: "When you come here, you must order the 'pig-killing stew,' which is blood sausage, pork belly, and sauerkraut all stewed together. There's also sweet and sour pork, the Harbin version is sweet and sour, different from the one in Fengtian. And there's also 'Three Treasures of the Earth,' braised pork ribs, and stir-fried pork slices..."

As she spoke, she ticked items off the menu. The waiter waited nearby, and after she finished ordering, asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

Gao Dazhuang looked at the two of them.

Xia He waved her hand: "As long as it's warm, it's fine."

Gao Dazhuang said to the waiter, "Three cups of hot soy milk, please."

The waiter nodded and took the menu to the kitchen.