There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 230 Pearl Lake

The next day, the sun rose slowly from the mountains and forests in the early morning, and the stream reflected the sun's rays and was cut into thousands of pieces of golden light.

Jiang Liu'er threw the bucket into the stream, and then slowly tightened the rope on the handle of the bucket. He just fetched water from the river, just like he did for many years, and then returned to the hut to boil the water for cooking. In the morning, after a few people ate a bowl of porridge with pickled side dishes, Xue Ling, Sheng Junqian and Jiang Liuer went to look for the so-called Fan Yixian.

Jiang Liu'er's home is actually on the outskirts of Baiyun Mountain, and Xue Ling continued to go deeper into Baiyun Mountain, and it was only then that Xue Ling saw more scenery about Baiyun Mountain.

The mountain road was rugged, but Jiang Liu'er was used to walking on mountain roads, and Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian were both strong in martial arts and agile, and they were not afraid of walking any mountain roads.

The three of them basically went upstream, passed through a large pine forest, and then continued along the mountain road. After walking for about ten miles, they saw a prosperous temple in the distance. Bells jingled.

The mountain gate is at the intersection, and there is an old vermilion plaque on it, which is written "Temple of Earthen Pot"①.

There is the sound of chanting sutras in the distance, and a tall golden dome of a temple can be seen.

"Is this the crock pot temple?" Xue Ling asked looking at the big temple from a distance.

Jiang Liu'er nodded: "This is the Crockpot Temple, girl, do you want to see it?"

"I won't go now." Xue Ling shook her head and said, "Just know that Crockpot Temple is here."

Jiang Liu'er agreed, and the three of them continued walking along the mountain road.

Going further, the mountain road became steeper and more rugged, and gradually the small road could only be used by one person, and the three of them lined up in a row.

Seeing that they set off early in the morning, the sun has already hung high above their heads.

Sheng Junqian couldn't help asking: "Little brother Jiang, how far is it to Fan Yixian's residence?"

"Soon." Jiang Liu'er said, and then stopped: "Did you hear any noise?"

Xue Ling stopped to listen, and heard the sound of ding ding dong dong in the distance, as thin as a trickle, ding dong ticking.

"Is there a small waterfall ahead?" Xue Ling asked.

"When you hear the sound of the waterfall, you're almost there." Jiang Liu'er said.

The three of them walked on the mountain road for a few miles, saw the twists and turns of the peaks, climbed up a hill, and saw a trickle on the mountain wall in the distance rushing down from the mountain tens of meters high. I don't know how many thousands of years have flowed here, and the granite body was carved into nine curves and six beads, and then splashed into the pool water, and the sound of dingdong water came from here.

And in the small open space beside the small pool of the waterfall, there are several golden thatched thatched huts surrounded by green bamboo fences. From a distance, a few hens can be seen walking back and forth in the fence, and the yard of the huts is drying Various herbs.

What a hermit's retreat.

Sheng Junqian himself is Ye Gong and a good dragon, and he has always admired this kind of secluded life for a long time. Seeing the scenery of this hut, he couldn't help admiring: "This is the residence of that Fan Yixian?"

Jiang Liuer nodded.

Sheng Junqian looked at the thatched hut opposite him from a distance, put his hands together in front of his mouth, and shouted with luck: "Shanxi Sheng Junqian, I am here to visit Fan Yixian, can you come out and see?"

Sheng Junqian's voice was condensed because of the injection of internal energy, echoing in the mountains and ravines, and the end of "Can you come out and see me" stretches endlessly.

But no one in the hut answered.

"Greatly, Fan Yixian is deaf?" Sheng Junqian couldn't help but ask.

When he yelled like this, even if the other party was sleeping like a crouching dragon in the hut, he should have been woken up by now.

Rather than nothing at all.

Jiang Liu'er looked at Sheng Junqian: "Don't be rude to the Immortal Doctor."

Xue Ling walked towards the thatched hut opposite without saying a word: "What's the matter, you can see it when you go over."

So the three of them walked along the path and slowly walked around to these huts. They only felt that these huts looked like a scene from a distance, but they looked more quiet and exquisite when they got closer.

Xue Ling looked at the hens in the bamboo fence: "The hens are still fat, at least it means that Fan Yixian is still raising the hens, rather than killing them for meat, or keeping away from no one to take care of them."

Sheng Junqian nodded, then walked to the door of the bamboo fence, and shouted again: "Junior Shanxi Sheng Junqian, come to see Fan Yixian."

There was still no sound inside the door, Xue Ling reached out and pressed the bamboo door, and found that the door was only ajar, and it opened with a push.

All kinds of medicinal materials are drying in the yard, and it seems that the owner is not far away.

"Perhaps Fan Yixian just went out to gather medicine?" Jiang Liu'er speculated.

But Xue Ling didn't say a word, and continued to approach, and came to several thatched huts, pushed them away one by one to check, and saw that there was no one in them.

And in these thatched huts, there are bedrooms with beds on display, kitchens and living rooms with stoves, tables and chairs, and prescriptions for drying and drying medicinal materials, medicine rollers, copper balances and other tools. It can be said that although a sparrow is small, it has all internal organs. .

On the other hand, Xue Ling went straight to the kitchen, checked the ingredients in the kitchen and the use of the stove, and saw that there was still ash in the stove, and it felt warm to the touch.

In the small cellar where food is stored on the side of the kitchen, you can see several baskets of ingredients such as fresh mushrooms and bamboo shoots that have not been picked for a long time, and a small bag of corn, all of which indicate that the owner seems to have just left and will come back at any time.

"Maybe I really went out to collect herbs." Xue Ling said to herself.

And if you go out to collect herbs, you may not come back for a day. After all, the mountain road is rugged and it is inconvenient to travel. There is no reason to come back for lunch at noon.

And Sheng Junqian came to the bedroom with the beds, and saw two small beds in the small room. The bedding was clean and tidy. Sheng Junqian checked the beds for a while, and finally twisted them up beside the pillow. A foot-long blue silk.

"Is this Fan Yixian a woman?" Sheng Junqian turned around and asked Jiang Liu'er.

Jiang Liu'er immediately shook his head: "Fan Yixian is an old man over half a hundred years old, how could he be a woman?"

"But this is clearly a woman's hair again." Sheng Junqian looked at the blue hair in his hand and said.

At this moment, Sheng Junqian suddenly felt a little numb and weak, and almost fell to his knees in an instant.

"Okay!" Sheng Junqian hurriedly said, and in front of Sheng Junqian, Jiang Liuer, who had been acting as if nothing had happened just now, fell to the ground with a bang.

"Lin Xue!" Sheng Junqian called Xue Ling's name loudly, and at the same time reached out to grab the corner of the bed, feeling his whole body trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?" Xue Ling replied from afar in the kitchen.

"It's poisonous here!" Sheng Junqian gritted his teeth and said coldly.

Note: ①The description of the Crockpot Temple here is mostly from the time when Lu Zhishen burned the Crockpot Temple in the Water Margin, and in fact, one monk and one were also inspired by watching the Water Margin some time ago.

Of course - this is a martial arts story.

(End of this chapter)