Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 851 This is not an ordinary spell, this is a fairy spell!

Yang Binghong and Lin Xianjie came down from the hillside over there, but they were no longer as relaxed as before. One was in front and the other was behind, they lowered their bodies slightly and walked sideways quietly, and soon they were close to the position where they could see the stilt house.

The stilt house was not big but it looked much bigger than an ordinary shed. It had a special beauty under the moonlight. More importantly, there was a warm glow from the doors and windows of the house, indicating that someone lived inside!

"Is this right?"

“That should be correct.”

"should?"

Yang Binghong looked at Lin Xianjie, who couldn't help scratching his head.

"My father hadn't met my mother when he left here, and I wasn't even here at that time. Even if they brought me here later, I was still young and I don't remember it. But the tomb is here, and the location is good. It should be here."

Yang Binghong nodded, that should be correct.

"Brother, how about we go over and take a look?"

Lin Xianjie was very curious at this time and wanted to go and take a look, but was held back by Yang Binghong.

"No hurry, let's wait and see, or we can wait until daybreak. If we rush over here rashly, we don't know if they are enemies or friends. If they are waiting for us to get there, we will be in danger! Even if it is difficult to find here, there are people there, right?"

Lin Xianjie was persuaded by Yang Binghong. The two looked around, then found a sturdy tree and jumped up using Qinggong. Then they did some simple repairs on the tree, took off their clothes and wrung out the water.

Although the weather outside was extremely hot, it was much cooler in Hele Mountain. The wet clothes kept sticking to their bodies, and even though they were skilled in martial arts, they still felt cold. On the contrary, being shirtless would keep them warmer. The wet clothes could be hung on the trees to dry quickly and block the wind at the same time.

While the two were resting and practicing their skills on the tree, Yuan Zhaoning and Yan Bo were drinking tea and eating in a stilt house in the distance. The meal was a bowl of wild vegetables and a bowl of fried eggs, which was quite rich for the two of them along with white rice.

Yuan Zhaoning was eating with gusto. Although he was quite old, he would finish another bowl of rice after finishing one. This period of time might be the most comfortable time he had had in recent decades.

"Uncle Yuan's appetite has improved recently!"

Yan Bo said this with a smile. Although Yuan Zhaoning had been loyally guarding the Royal Crane Lake and the Imperial Seal for so many years, he was not a fool and naturally noticed the recent changes in his body.

"It is all thanks to Mr. Yan that an old slave like me can live like this."

"Yuan Boyan is too kind. This can be regarded as the remaining blessing that Dayan left for you."

As he spoke, Yan Bo looked towards the door. Of course he knew someone had arrived, but he had no intention of going out to greet them.

On the big tree at the foot of the hill, the two of them were already resting against the trunk, their breathing even.

But a group of uninvited guests had already arrived at the three tombs the two had passed by before.

This group of people was certainly not the Great Toad King and Bai He's group. After all, they were holding guns and knives, and there was a murderous and bloody aura about them.

These people spent a lot of time in the swamp and finally found human footprints at the foot of a mountain. In the moonlight, they could vaguely see human footprints going up the muddy mountain path after the rain.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief. They had just been wandering in the swamp for about an hour and thought they had completely lost the target.

A group of more than ten people followed the footsteps of Yang Binghong and Lin Xianjie and soon found the three tombs. When they arrived there, they were all visibly stunned.

“There are graves in this kind of place?”

Someone murmured in a low voice, and the others had similar thoughts.

But when someone finally discovered the words on the first tombstone, that person couldn't help but gasp.

"This is the tomb of Tianyu Master Han Shiyong?"

"Han Shiyong?" Bai Yu said.

More than a dozen people gathered in front of Han Shiyong's tomb. This kind of person whose stories have been passed down among the people has already become a part of mythology and strange stories. These people have heard similar stories when they were young. There are even storytellers who will tell this part of the story that has been passed down from previous dynasties.

"I didn't expect there really is such a person as Tianyu Zhenren!" "Could this tomb be fake?"

“I don’t know.”

"If it is really the tomb of Tianyu Zhenren, will there be treasures in it? What does the storyteller's book say? In the previous dynasty, Tianyu Zhenren was good at controlling fire dragons and making elixirs. Will there be treasures in it?"

Some of these people had wild thoughts, but the leading man stopped them from daydreaming.

"Well, is there really any magic medicine hidden in the tomb? When Master Han died, Baiyu Dao was gone. Even if this is really his tomb, the people who buried him must have taken away the good things. Business matters are more important!"

After a while, a dozen people moved forward again, but they were more cautious here.

"Click~"

This is the crisp sound of someone stepping on a branch. The sound is very small, but it is particularly obvious in the relative quiet of Hele Mountain, which is only accompanied by the occasional bird song.

Yang Binghong on the tree was awakened at once. He subconsciously looked around and below, and then his heart suddenly tightened. At this moment, someone actually sneaked up from under the tree.

Yang Binghong quickly covered Lin Xianjie's mouth and nose with one hand, and then gently shook him awake.

When Lin Xianjie woke up, he subconsciously struggled, but soon realized that it was Yang Binghong who woke him up. The latter made a silent gesture with his hand and pointed downwards. When Lin Xianjie looked down, all the muscles in his body tensed up. When the dozen people passed under the tree, they should have discovered some footprints left by the two people on the tree.

But what happened was that something more obvious attracted their attention, needless to say, it was the stilt house that was still emitting flames.

The dozen or so people were now squatting quietly three feet away from the two people on the tree, observing the stilt house. The distance was almost face to face.

"So they have such a place to stay here!"

"Well, we have been searching in the swamp for half the night, with heavy rain and lightning, as well as mosquitoes, flies and poisonous insects. But they have been resting here for a long time, right?"

"Hehe, no matter how peaceful you are, it's over. I heard before that the boy surnamed Lin was a little weird. Did you see the tombstone just now?"

At this time, everyone's mind moved. Yes, there were members of the Lin family on that tombstone.

"You can't judge a person by his appearance. The Lin family seems to be the direct descendant of Tianyu Zhenren. This news is more valuable than their previous two lives."

"If he is really the descendant of Master Han, why is he so useless?" "Hey, every master has his strengths and weaknesses!"

"Alright, be careful when you do it, and save Lin alive!"

After the leader said this, he waved his hand and led his men to crouch down and move closer to the stilt house little by little. On the tree behind, the two people who had always remained absolutely silent held their breath and concentrated.

Lin Xianjie hesitated whether to try to alert the people in the other room, but Yang Binghong kept holding his arm and shaking his head.

It was too late now. The people below were all good players. If the two people on the tree gave a warning, they would be discovered and besieged immediately. For now, the best way was to delay the people in the stilt house for a while so that they could take the opportunity to escape.

To be honest, they had already arrived in Hele Mountain and waded through a swamp, but someone still found them, which surprised Yang Binghong and Lin Xianjie.

While the two were tense, more than a dozen people had already arrived in front of the stilt house. As they passed the area in front of the building, they also saw a lot of planted vegetation, which were obviously well-maintained and in an orderly manner.

However, at this moment, everyone did not care about these non-blooming flowers. They held weapons in their hands, stared at the house, and were ready to break into the house and kill the people inside by surprise.

As if sensing the murderous aura here, even the occasional bird calls in the forest had disappeared for a while.

But at this moment, the door of the stilt house suddenly opened.

With a "creak", the fire in the house opened and illuminated the area in front of the door.

The dozen or so people who were ready to kill hid on both sides. Although the people at the door should not be able to see them, they could see the door clearly and found that the man seemed to be neither Yang Binghong nor Lin Xianjie, but a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Yan Bo looked at the door, glanced left and right, then at the big tree in the distance, and sighed slightly.

"I knew that if you brought something with you, you would not be able to live peacefully. It's late at night and there's such a strong murderous aura!"

He found us!

A dozen people could no longer hold back, and the leader shouted loudly.

"Do it-"

"Zheng~" "Zheng~" "Zheng~".
When more than a dozen people started to attack, Yan Bo smiled. In this brief moment, he remembered that he had been hunted down in Dayong in the past, but looking back now, it seemed like children playing.

At the moment when a dozen people jumped and rushed over, the rain water on the veins of flowers or in the grass and soil under their feet began to move, like raindrops rolling back, turning into water streams that entangled around the feet of the dozen people.

The dozen or so people took only a few steps at a time, while the slowest ones couldn't even move before they were all unable to move.

The water flow seemed to turn into chains, completely entangling them.

"Ding-ling." "Dang"

Swords and weapons fell to the ground, and more than a dozen people fell to the ground or knelt down. They could see the water flowing on their bodies in the moonlight, but the water was stronger than a hemp rope, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not break free.

"He knows magic!" "This man is a warlock!"

"The remnants of Baiyu Dao!"

"Uh-huh."

At this moment, the water chain was getting tighter and tighter, and there was even a sound of muscles and bones being unable to bear the weight, and the dozen or so people who were entangled showed painful expressions.

"Master, spare my life." "Uh, Taoist, Taoist priest."

It's not like I haven't encountered a warlock before, but it's unprecedented to see a spell so powerful that leaves no room for resistance.

The words "remnants of Baiyu Dao" made Yan Bo's mood fluctuate, and also made the people on the ground suffer a little.

In the tree in the distance, Yang Binghong's eyes had widened!
As the saying goes, the level of martial arts can be determined by breathing. When these dozen people passed under the tree, their breath was enough to show that they were no mediocre people. Even if they met a powerful sorcerer, the result should not be like this.

All I can say is that the magic power of the person who came out of the house is so powerful that it is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!
But soon Yang Binghong found that his arm was tightly grasped by Lin Xianjie. He turned his head and saw that Lin Xianjie not only had a dull expression, but his body was also trembling slightly.

"Controlling water with your mind, this is not a human skill, this is a fairy skill"

(End of this chapter)