So What If You've Been Reborn?

With one hand, he picked up the crushed stones and sand, and put them in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The aura that destroyed it had long dissipated, Zhao Weiyang straightened his waist slowly, looked up at the collapsed mountain road in front of him.

There is no grass on the rock wall, which is a rare sight in Yunzhou. It is humid, hot and rainy here. Even if a stone is left in the wild for three months, it will be covered with moss and entangled with vines so that it cannot be recognized.

After the valley collapsed, it formed an unknown shape.

Those deep traces were imprinted on the rock wall, which was extremely shocking.

Zhao Weiyang skimmed up the rock, and wiped the marks with his fingers.

——The palm of the hand couldn't help trembling for a while, the meridians of the meridians were stimulated, just because it was close to these long and sunken marks.

"Immortal Artifact."

Zhao Weiyang murmured.

He has been in the fairy world for a hundred years, and he has seen with his own eyes how difficult it is for the little fairy who has just ascended.

Fortunately, Nanhezong had no successors, and Cui Shaoxin came out after many years. Zhao Weiyang didn't have to do anything, and became a little true fairy directly.Not only the strength, but the vision is different from those of the little fairies. He has seen powerful fairy artifacts and asked how to forge a fairy artifact.

No one is in the fairyland, and still uses the magic weapon brought from the world.

This kind of fierceness, which is so fierce that even the scars still last for a long time, can only be achieved by immortal artifacts. What it destroys and tears is the foundation of the existence of all things. Zhao Weiyang can clearly see this effect of surpassing the way of heaven.

His expression gradually became ugly.

Immortal artifacts are not extinct in the mortal world, but monks cannot use such power.Among them, the most powerful one Zhao Weiyang has ever seen is the Dragon Lock Pillar that Venerable Huanjian took out when he dealt with the Yinchen Python. In the hands of Venerable Huanjian, only the Yinchen Python knows how powerful it is.

I don't know which small world Lord Huanjian has fallen into now. When did such a powerful fairy weapon appear in the mortal world?

Zhao Weiyang frowned and remained silent.

In his previous life, he had never been to such a remote Wanteng County in Yunzhou, nor had he heard of such messy things as Qiuzijing.Zhao Weiyang is very clear that if there is really a fairy artifact buried here, then in the previous life, it was either quietly stolen by someone who made a fortune silently, or no one found it all the time, so it is not unusual.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Weiyang quietly left.

In Wanteng County, every household pasted talisman papers on the doors and windows, hung small bronze mirrors, and inserted peach branches.

Every time they saw a foreigner, they would show a vigilant look and stare at them unkindly, wishing they would leave quickly.

Of course Zhao Weiyang didn't step into Wanteng County rashly.

Blacken his face, change into a set of coarse clothes, carry a medicine basket and a hoe, and mix with a group of herbal pickers who trek through mountains and rivers. Even if there are monks living in Wanteng County, it is difficult to find his trace.

Over the years, Zhao Weiyang has relied on these unsurprising means to hide the truth from the eyes and ears of the comprehension world.

He wandered around Wanteng County twice, and soon found out that six years ago, bandits died overnight in the city. After the collapse, there was a saying in Wanteng County that the demon well harmed people, and those who had done bad things could not wait to offer incense and worship day and night.

Zhao Weiyang didn't find out anything useful, but met a strange person.

It was a young scribe in gray clothes, his face was covered with a thick layer of lead powder, which looked like a ghost. If he hadn't been followed by a few servants, he might have been picked up by the suspicious Wanteng County people as a ghost. Ghost fight.

It is said that the literati and inkmen of the former dynasty, the children of the aristocratic clan, did have the custom of putting on face paint, but no one would paint themselves like an actor, and they would not be able to see their true colors clearly.

What is especially ridiculous is that even the back of the neck and ears are powdered.

As a result, there was a layer of falling powder on the neckline and skirt of the scribe.

That's all right, the servants behind the scribes look very curious.

A hunched old man, but not on crutches, seems to be a natural hunchback; the other has a mustache, no eyebrows, almost no nose, a blue face, a big gap between the eyes, and bulging out, When he rolled his eyes to look at people, Shengsheng frightened a child who was squatting and playing by the side of the street and cried loudly.

The rest of the servants also have strange looks, ugly and fierce.

Passers-by looked sideways, lest they avoid it.

Zhao Weiyang smacked his lips, feeling funny in his heart: Where did this demon cultivator come from?Don't even use any tricks, just go out with a transformed appearance like this?

Even this question was easily solved when he passed by this pedestrian.

A fishy smell of sea water! !

The corner of Zhao Weiyang's mouth twitched. He claims to be smart, and has always been contemptuous of stupid people (stupid fish and stupid shrimps are also counted). In his words, it is "so stupid" that he can still live to this day. .

What are these sea monsters doing in Yunzhou?

Is it also because of the missing fairy artifact?

Zhao Weiyang speculated, and had a bad premonition, he came here to find out why Venerable Guiming disappeared, and why Chen Ho went to Yunzhou. There is really no hope.

Zhao Weiyang, who couldn't find any clues, left Wanteng County that day.

In the hundreds of years of the Juggling Sect, no one has entered the Heiyuan Valley. Although Zhao Weiyang was an elder of the Juggling Sect in his previous life, he only knew the approximate location of the Heiyuan Valley.

He walked towards Motianya without haste, not forgetting to find out what happened six years ago along the way, but the result was naturally disappointing.

Speaking of harvest...

That group of stupid fish and shrimp servants, and that cheeky scribe, unexpectedly walked in the same direction as Zhao Weiyang, they always met unexpectedly at inns, roadside teahouses, and crossings.

Zhao Weiyang was forced to change his attire countless times, the woodcutter, the hunter, the porter...

Then he discovered that it was pointless to toss so tiredly!

Because this group of guys' eyes are high above the top, and they don't pay attention to ordinary people at all, even if Zhao Weiyang never changes his disguise, they may not be able to notice!Not to mention following Zhao Weiyang!

Why did a group of demon cultivators walk slower than the dawdling Zhao Weiyang?

Because they are so, stupid!

He took many detours, just because the final destination is Heiyuan Valley, so every time he finds the right direction and walks on the right road, he bumps into Zhao Weiyang once.

After learning the truth, Zhao Weiyang started to explore instead, and followed them quietly.

This time it will be miserable...

The most painful thing in the world is that the person you follow is a road idiot, but you know the road!

Seeing the idiots go around and go farther and farther, after many twists and turns, they can't rush out to show them the way!

Watching the idiot with cold eyes finally walking in the right direction and detouring on the right path, but it took less than half an hour to recover!wrong again!

The most ridiculous thing is that these guys didn't realize it at all, thinking that they were walking right all the time, and complained cursingly that the mountain road was difficult to recognize and the Heiyuan Valley was too far away.

Zhao Weiyang couldn't help thinking deeply, how did this group of demon cultivators come to Yunzhou from the sea?

Yunzhou is located in southern Xinjiang, with mountains connecting mountains. Based on the way they walked, could it be that it took them several years to reach Wanteng County?

In fact, although Zhao Weiyang's guess is wrong, it is not far away.

Zhao Weiyang's patience was exhausted, he simply gave up following them, and instead rushed to Motianya, waiting for them leisurely in a market town at the foot of the mountain.

One day, two days...

On the afternoon of the third day, Zhao Weiyang was in a teahouse in Zhenkou, when he was about to fall asleep, he finally saw the group of ugly demon cultivators.

The servant kept fanning the scribe.

The demon cultivator can transform into a human form, and after his strength is promoted to Yuanying, he is not afraid of cold and heat at all, but there is a hurdle in his heart.

When monks go down to the sea, they don't want to stay for a long time even if they are supported by cultivation. This is a reason.Fish, shrimp and crabs have been ashore for a long time, and they are exposed to the sun again, and they always feel uncomfortable everywhere.

"Mr. Ghost Clam, look, there is a teahouse over there!"

"Hmph, the place where mortals pick leaves and drink water..." the powdered scribe said contemptuously.

"But there's water over there! Cold water!"

The servant with bulging eyes, pointed mouth and cheeks opened his mouth, panting and said: "Can I ask for some copper pots of cold water, and take a break!"

The scribe thought for a while, then nodded: "That makes sense, you go first, pick up a seat, and don't get too close to those mortals."

In fact, there is no need to worry about this matter at all. Even ordinary people can't help but frown and sit in a more ventilated seat if there is a faint fishy smell on them.

——Everyone came to drink tea, not to enter the abalone place.

The waiter in the teahouse pulled his face, and when he heard that he was not here for tea, but only for water, he was even more annoyed. He wanted to drive this pedestrian out immediately, but he couldn't bear the courage to face those vicious looks.

When he saw the unnamed satin clothes on them, the waiter simply sold white water for the price of good tea, and cheated Mr. Ghost Clam and the others.

Is the South China Sea monster short of money?

No shortage, they went ashore this time and even exchanged money for it!Otherwise, according to the market conditions in the South China Sea, if you do business with monks, you will give Lingshi rare treasures, and if you buy things with mortals, you will pay for pearls.

Regarding the inappropriateness of the price, I didn’t even ask about it. After taking the broken silver, one person (?) picked up a pot of cold water and drank it happily. That posture is more arrogant than others drinking!

Zhao Weiyang didn't even need to peek, he could follow all the dumbfounded people in the teahouse and stare at them openly.

"How far is Motianya from here?"

The powder on Mr. Ghost Clam's hands and face covered the body of the pot and the mouth of the pot.

The waiter in the teahouse had an expression of wanting to curse, but for the sake of money, he held back: "Motianya... entered the mountain, followed the pilgrims to Akiba Temple, and turned from the temple to the back mountain. Dao Suoqiao, how to walk as remote as possible, wait until you see a bottomless, windy, haunted cliff."

The tortoise-like servant winked at Mr. Guiceng: "The news that Liang Yange bought it, the Heiyuan Valley is indeed near the Motian Cliff."

"Humph."

Mr. Ghost Clam pouted his mouth and signaled: "Buy some more pots of cold water, we'll set off now..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a red shadow flashed suddenly, and the servant with a large gap between his eyes and sharp mouth screamed, his hands fluttered, and he fell to the ground.

"Who?" The demon cultivators were furious.

I saw a fat baby with bare buttocks in a red bellyband, grabbing the servant's feet and dragging him outside.

Powerful!While everyone was in a daze, he dragged the servant out of the teahouse.

A wandering Taoist priest came from the end of the street. Seeing this situation from a distance, he was very surprised: "What are you doing, boy?"

The corner of the fat boy's mouth was curved, and a chubby leg stepped on the servant's stomach, and he said triumphantly to the Taoist: "Fish!"