Chapter 497 (1/2)

Looking at the rolling green mountains, the green plants and gurgling streams in spring, and the sound of birds from time to time in the quiet and far-reaching Valley, it makes people happy physically and mentally.

The mountain is empty and deserted. The path is winding. There is no one walking all day.

Looking ahead, the mountain is ten thousand Ren high, and the clouds and fog on the mountain peak are like a fairyland. The mountains are steep and there are many cliffs and gullies. If the general altar of the five immortals cult were not here, how could there be people in this remote and barren mountain?

No trace, Mo Ge gets to this deep mountain and knows that it is not far from Youhun ridge. They hid their tracks and went only to the desolate land.

I don't want to live in this deep mountain. There are streams in a bamboo sea, and a bamboo house is built near the stream. In the bamboo forest, stone tables and drums are just like.

Without trace, he was stunned and thought he had returned to the deep valley where Luo Jianchen lived, just like here, bamboo house and stone table.

At this time, it is near dusk, the sunset is late, and there is silence in the bamboo forest.

Smoke curled up in the wooden house. It must be that the owner of the house was cooking on a fire.

They stood by the stone table and looked at a bamboo bridge across the stream. At the other end of the bamboo bridge was the bamboo house.

With a ”squeak”, the bamboo door opened gently, and a bent old woman came out slowly with a dark crutch, holding a earthen jar on her arm. It seemed that she did not see traceless and Mo Ge standing in the bamboo forest. She trembled to the brook, squatted down with a crutch and filled the brook with water in a earthen jar.

A moment later, he picked up the earthen pot full of water and got up and walked to the bamboo house.

They are hesitating whether to go up and ask, because they know that Youhun mountain is among the 100000 mountains, and the general direction is What immortal Ziyun told them. Now when they enter the mountains and look around, they feel that there are green mountains everywhere and the scenery is the same everywhere. For a moment, they can't identify where Youhun mountain is.

Seeing that the old woman had arrived at the door and no trace was waiting to say hello, she turned slowly and looked at them from a distance. Her voice was dry and said, ”two little friends, since you have come to me, please come in and have a seat.”

Traceless was surprised. It turned out that the old woman knew someone was visiting. She only took the initiative to greet traceless and Mo Ge when she saw that traceless and Mo Ge didn't move for a long time.

Wuji and Mo Ge hurried forward and came to the bamboo bridge. They saluted with fists. Wuji said, ”I don't want to disturb your cleanliness. Please forgive me.”

The old woman turned slowly, opened the bamboo door and said, ”I have lived here for nearly 20 years. Except that someone came to deliver some food every month, there are no strangers. Two little friends came to the wild mountains. They didn't come to visit the mountains and rivers, did they? ”

While talking, he entered the bamboo house.

It was dark in the bamboo house. When the old woman went in, she could only see a vague figure. But every word she said, every word, clearly spread to both of them.

Without trace, Mo Ge looked at each other. It was strange that someone lived in this remote place. It was still a dying old woman, which was even more strange.

According to the old woman, she lives here. Someone comes to deliver some food every month. Obviously, it is not unattended. Since someone took care of her, why did she live alone in such a wilderness?

Without trace, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart and walked into the bamboo house with Mo Ge.

There are only two rooms in the bamboo house. The one inside must be the old woman's resting place. The bamboo tables and chairs in the front room are made of bamboo, even cups and bowls.

On the stove, a earthen pot was hung on the firewood, and the stream in the pot had been boiling ”gululu”, steaming hot.

When they came in, the old woman didn't even look at them, but stretched out a withered hand like a bird, took down the earthen jar, and walked tremblingly to the bamboo table.

Although she walked shakily, the hot water in the earthen pot didn't spill at all.

”The mountains are simple and there is nothing to entertain guests. Please drink a bowl of hot tea first to relieve fatigue. If the two don't dislike the old woman, they will stay and eat a bowl of porridge together“ The old woman went to a bamboo pot and took two bamboo bowls. She poured a pinch of tea out of the pot. When she lifted the earthen pot, she had to pour water.

Wuji hurried past the earthen pot and said, ”you're welcome, sir. It's a great honor for me to meet you when I pass by here“ Then he poured the water from the earthen pot, and immediately the fragrance of tea overflowed.

The old woman ”Hei hei” laughed a few times and said, ”in these years, it's the first time I've heard that it's an honor to meet me...” traceless took a bamboo bowl, made a bowl of hot tea, handed it to the old woman and said, ”I dare ask you, elder, since someone brings you food every month, why do you still live here alone“ The old woman sat down at the bamboo table with a dry but calm voice and said, ”who cares about the things they sent? A man who has lost all conscience thinks that he can get peace of mind in this way. He doesn't know that people are doing and heaven is watching... ”After that, he laughed a few times, which made people very uncomfortable.

Traceless looked at the old woman in surprise and saw that although her eyes were turbid, the vicissitudes and sadness in her eyes could be vaguely seen. It is conceivable that she must have experienced some things that make her unforgettable all her life, so she lived here alone.

Although those words were calm, it was obvious that they were deeply resentful.