Chapter 268 Strange Old Woman

"I want you to practice in the Italian world with me." Jiang Hanye held a roast chicken leg in his hand, sat cross-legged under the pomegranate tree, and said very seriously to Kan Cangyue.

Kan Cangyue didn't say anything, and the aroma of roast chicken kept rushing into her nostrils. Since she came back alive, she would often be tortured by the fragrance of the food and the indifferable. If this pain is not experienced firsthand, it is impossible to imagine it.

"It's really not promising!" When Jiang Hanye said that sentence, Kan Cangyue scolded herself like this in her heart. Many times she wanted to die, but now it seems that she is completely unable to help herself. She has tried to be hungry. Just like now, she has not found a dead soul to satisfy her hunger for a long time. The feeling of hunger is tormenting her every day, and her physique is getting weaker and weaker, and magically, her life is not There is a sign of withering that he is half dead every day.

In fact, Jiang Hanye was clear about Kan Cangyue's pain, so every time he tried to catch the prey alive and kill it in this yard. He naively believes that even if there is no dead spirit, at least the soul of these wild animals can satisfy her hunger, but this is not the case. Now that Kan Cangyue is diligent, the food needed must be very pure, and the souls of those pheasants and wild ducks are not enough to eat at all.

"I want to invite you to practice in the Italian world with me." Jiang Hanye saw that Kan Cangyue didn't say anything and thought she didn't hear it, so he repeated it.

"Oh." Kan Cangyue came to her senses and said randomly.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong?" Jiang Hanye saw that her face was paler and more worried, so he put down the food in his hand and asked with concern.

"No, what did you just say?" Kan Cangyue returned to her normal look and looked at Jiang Hanye and asked.

"I said I wanted to invite you to practice in the Italian world with me. It feels really good there." Jiang Hanye Road.

"Oh, okay." Kan Cangyue nodded like this.

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From the sunset in the afternoon to the quiet midnight, Cen Ruoqiu has been sitting at the window reading the book. She is motionless like a wood carving. The book has been turned over three times from beginning to end, but there is still no clue from it.

Because she sat for too long, she felt that her lower limbs were a little sore, so she put the book on a few strips under the window, and she was ready to stand up and move. Unexpectedly, in the process of standing up, she inttentionally knocked over the oil lamp. Somehow, Cen Ruoqiu, who had always moved quickly and quickly, actually failed to stop the lamp oil from spilling out in time. The lamp oil spilled on the paper, and then burned when she encountered the fire.

"Bad!" Cen Ruoqiu was anxious for a moment and didn't care about anything else. He reached out and waved his palm. The streamer flashed and put out the fire in an instant. Cen Ruoqiu grabbed the book. The book was still hot and hot, and there were many black ashes on the rest of the pages, making her hands black as soon as she held it, but she couldn't care about it. At this moment, she just wanted to save the book.

He flipped through the dilapidated pages, and Cen Ruoqiu sighed completely. Nine out of ten, the book had been burned and could not be read at all. She put the book back in place in a daze, stood there and looked at it in a daze, and secretly blamed herself: "Cen Ruoqiu, Cen Ruoqiu, you have always been such a careful and cautious person, why are you so careless today?"

While she was sighing, a breeze blew by and flipping the page of the book, and the ashes fluttered in the room all over the sky. Finally, the page was no longer turned over, but fixed on a certain page. Cen Ruoqiu was a little surprised to find that the material of this page was completely different from other pages, and there was actually a painting. She quickly stepped forward and picked up the book.

At half of the book, there is a different page, which is not so much a page as a map. The material of the map feels like a soft gauze, not paper, but like other pages, it is tightly stitched together with this book.

"Why didn't I see this page before?" Cen Ruoqiu frowned. Since she got the book, she has turned it over and over again. So far, it has not been ten times or eight times. Every time she looked through it, she was careful and meticulous, but she had never seen such a map exist.

Cen Ruoqiu carefully flattened the part of the map that became a little wrinkled by the flame burning, and then looked at it carefully. This map should be a very old map. Although the shape of the mountain and river looks roughly similar to the map hanging in the living room of Baihua Valley, the names on the map are completely different, and many place names have never even heard of.

"Baiyunfeng?" Cen Ruoqiu's hand designates the grid in one place. Looking only at the topography here, it seems to be the same as that near Baihua Valley, but all the place names are different. For example, Baihua Valley is called Baiyun Valley on this map, but Baihua Mountain is called Baiyun Mountain here. There is only one thing that the top of Baihua Mountain is flat, but the bottom of this map notes: Baiyun Peak, on the top of Baiyun Mountain, towering into the clouds, like a cone.

"Like a cone, does it mean that there should have been a very steep peak on the top of this mountain? However, I have lived here for more than 20 years, but I have never seen such a mountain!" Cen Ruoqiu was suspicious.

This night, she held this incomplete fairy scroll and read tirelessly. Unconsciously, the sky lit up. Cen Ruoqiu stretched out and began to grunt. She stood up and said, "Let's go eat something first. By the way, ask the second sister to see if she knows that there was a mountain here before."

Thinking of this, Cen Ruoqiu did not linger. She quickly put away the book and the map in the book and was about to go out, but she felt it was inappropriate.

"This book is amazing. The map that didn't exist before appeared out of thin air. What if the map disappears after I come back?" Thinking of this, she went back to the room, took out books, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to draw it according to the map. Soon, she copied the map and all the small fonts on it.

"Huh? What is this?" Cen Ruoqiu was about to collect the book and the copied version of the map and go out for dinner. Suddenly, he saw that the map in the book was a little different. There was a black spot in the book that was not much bigger than millet rice grains. At first, Cen Ruoqiu thought that this was the ink drop she accidentally splashed on when copying, but soon she found that it was not ink droplet at all, because the black spot was actually flashing, with a long interval of time, about two breaths so long.

"Why didn't I see it last night?" Cen Ruoqiu frowned and said, "This black spot must not have been unintentional. It must have been deliberately put on by the peach blossom fairy, but looking at the dilapidated level of this map, it is estimated that even the peach blossom fairy may not be old."

Cen Ruoqiu sighed and sighed that the fairy's thing was not bad. She carefully picked up the book and was ready to take it away while studying while eating. However, just after she walked out of the door, she inadvertently looked down and was surprised to find that the black spot was also moving slowly. The black spots do not move much. If it is not poisonous, it is impossible to detect it at all. Cen Ruoqiu has been holding this map since yesterday, and she has just stared at it for a long time, so she can detect it.

"Is the black spot moving?" Cen Ruoqiu was surprised, "What's going on? The moving map shows that it is not a dead thing, but..." Cen Ruoqiu thought about it and had an idea in her mind. She thought that since this black spot would move, why not experiment it?

The morning of Baihua Valley is beautiful, but the front valley and the back valley are completely different. The front valley of Baihua Valley belongs to the place where the disciples of Baihua Valleymen live and practice. It can be said that there are birds and flowers everywhere, and everywhere is colorful. From time to time, you can see disciples practicing swords on the open space, or there may be an old woman cleaning the ground. This old woman has been a slave in Baihua Valley for many years. No one knows how old she is. She only knows that she looks 80 or 90 years old now, stooped and walks tremblingly.

The back valley of Baihua Valley was lent to those disaster victims by these kind disciples during the walking plague. Now those disaster victims have opened up new land on the plain outside the valley for farming. More than 100 people have now formed a village in the back valley. Everyone supports each other, helps each other and lives. In the prosperity, they are completely different from those who have recovered from the corpse plague elsewhere. In the eyes of others, they are completely normal, and even Jiang Hanye had the feeling that these people seemed to be getting better and better.

In the morning, a farmer was walking to the field with his cattle. Suddenly, he felt a cold wind blowing above his head, so he looked up and saw a white shadow flashing in mid-air about two feet above his head.

"Scared, these fairies love to go so high! It's good to walk on the ground!" He muttered that there was a strong love between his words, just like a father proudly mentioned his daughter. Except for such feelings, everything else was respect and worship. In fact, this kind of emotion is also the feelings of the Hougu villagers for the disciples of Baihua Valley.

It was Cen Ruoqiu who flew over the farmer's head. She wanted to do an experiment. Since the black spot would move, she wanted to try what its law was, so she used her skills to fly around the Hundred Flowers Valley, flew back and forth three or four times, and finally determined that the movement of the black spot was completely compatible with her.

"The movement of this black dot perfectly fits my flying. I'm fast, slow it slow, I move it, I stop it, can it be understood as follows: it represents me!" Cen Ruoqiu finally stopped on a rock and thought excitedly.

"You can totally think so." Cen Ruoqiu said, "This map is also magical..."

After a day and a night, and after a wild run just now, when Cen Ruoqiu finally got a satisfactory answer, her five internal organs temple was completely disoard of command, and her grunted and tortured her. Although there was no one around here, she still blushed.

"It's not good for a girl's house to be heard. I'd better go to dinner first." After saying that, Cen Ruoqiu showed his skills and rushed to Baihua Valley.

"M Mother, do you have anything to eat now?" Cen Ruoqiu stopped, and the landing place happened to be the place where the old slave cleaned.

The old lady looked up at her, and the expression on her face was not very cute, as if the whole world owed her two taels of silver. However, Cen Ruoqiu doesn't care about this. Since she can remember, this old lady has such an expression, whether spring, summer, autumn and winter, whether anything happens or not.

"Yes." M Mother took a look at her and replied. After saying that, she lowered her head and began to clean the yard.

"Thank you, Mother." Cen Ruoqiu has always respected this old man. She only looks at people's character, regardless of origin.

Thanks to M mother, Cen Ruoqiu turned around and walked to the kitchen behind her. As soon as she took two steps, the old lady said, "Wait a minute."

Cen Ruoqiu stopped in surprise. The old lady spoke, which was really the first time the big girl got on the sedan chair, because she never took the initiative to talk to anyone except for occasionally answering Bai Yuzhen's words.

"M Mother, do you call me?" Cen Ruoqiu turned around and looked at her.

"Of course!" M Mother was probably tired and used the broom as a crutch. She looked at Cen Ruoqiu and said, "What are you holding in your hand? Show me."

Cen Ruoqiu was a little surprised. This old Mama has never been nosy. What's going on today? She looked down at the book in her hand and felt relieved: the book burned into a piece of black ashes and a piece of broken page, and it was no wonder that the old Mage was curious.

"This is a book." Cen Ruoqiu said, "The book was accidentally burned by me this morning."

In fact, Cen Ruoqiu does not intend to tell others about this activity map. More is better than less. In case of any trouble, it will not be worth the loss.

"I naturally know that it's a book. I want to see what kind of book it is." The old lady's eyes became clearer than ever, and there was no such a turbid feeling as before.

Cen Ruoqiu gradually raised her guard and said in her heart, "What's wrong with Mother today? Why do you suddenly seem to have changed? Although she had doubts, she reluctantly handed the book to her out of respect for the old man.

The old M Mother took the book and looked through it randomly (in fact, the disciples of Baihua Valley always thought she was illiterate), and sighed, "Oh, it's a map from so long ago?"

This picture is a map, and I'm afraid that a slightly sensible person can see it, so Cen Ruoqiu was not surprised by this matter at first, but what M mother said later really surprised her.

"Bai Yunfeng... a long-lost name." Mama rubbed the map and said with some emotion.

"M Mother, you..." Even if Cen Ruoqiu had great patience at this time, she couldn't help but be scared by the old Mami. Only then did she find that the old man that everyone had been ignoring may not be as simple as she seemed, at least she knew words. Nowadays, a woman can read, either a lady or a famous disciple.

"What's wrong with me?" M Mother rolled her eyes and looked at her, "How can I recognize words, right? Little girl, don't casually make a conclusion about a person..."

"I'm sorry." Cen Ruoqiu's face turned red, and she felt ashamed to be guessed that way.

"Don't say anything sorry." The old lady said disdainfully, "Let me ask you, where did you get this mountain and river map?"

"Mountain and river map?" Cen Ruoqiu was stunned. It turned out that the map had such a beautiful name.

"Not bad, this map." The old lady pointed to the map in the page of the book and said to Cen Ruoqiu.

Cen Ruoqiu hasn't answered yet. A disciple of Baihua Valley happened to pass by here. She first greeted Cen Ruoqiu and then looked at them with strange eyes. She probably felt that how could the little sister be so close to a subordinate?

"It's inconvenient here. Come with me." The old lady also noticed that it was a little inappropriate to say these words here, so she said to Cen Ruoqiu.

"Oh." In front of the old lady, Cen Ruoqiu seemed to have completely lost the power of resistance, so she followed the old mother to her residence.

Because it is a subordinate relationship, the old Mage has always lived in the side room in the firewood yard. Although this is a firewood yard, it is also cleaned. All the tools and firewood are neatly arranged without any messy feeling. Even the old Mage's bedroom is so clean, simple and tidy.

" Sit down!" The old lady pointed to a bench and said to the uneasy Cen Ruoqiu.

"Oh." Cen Ruoqiu said, and after she sat down according to her words, a burst of coldness came from under her buttocks. This is the servants's room. The tables, chairs, benches and beds are simpler than her bedroom. The stool is cold and piercing. Her heart beats when she sits down, and her heart suddenly wakes up. She thought to herself, "No, why do I do what she says? There seems to be an irresistible power in this M Mother. She is definitely not an ordinary person!"

Thinking of this, Cen Ruoqiu also made up his mind to find out the details of Mama no matter what, and also to find out the details of the mountain and river map today.

"I know what's on your mind." M Mother stared at Cen Ruoqiu, and she casually put the book on the box beside her.

"Why is this so?" Cen Ruoqiu really didn't know how to answer at this time, so he simply asked directly.

"What and why? Your sentence is very ambiguous. Are you asking me or asking it? M Mother pointed to the book on the box and said.

"Both, you must be a hidden master, but does Master know about this?" Cen Ruoqiu stared at the old mau and asked.

"What if she knows, so what if she doesn't know? Now she has become that kind of person. Even if she recovers her soul, I'm afraid that her cultivation will be greatly reduced. When the old woman said this, her tone was not very friendly, as if there was any personal grudge between her and Bai Yu Chan.