The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 311 The Saint of Hantan Mountain

On the building boat, a long sampan has been stretched out and set up on the shore.

Seven or eight men were disembarking on the sampan.A ball of blue light the size of a fist was emitted from their waists.

Behind them, four more women in palace clothes appeared.

These four women, with their hair in high buns and pale pink, each holding a round red lantern, stepped lightly on the sampan and began to disembark.

After these 12 people, eight men and four women, disembarked, another woman suddenly walked out of the cabin on the upper boat.

She wore a light blue dress and stood gracefully on the deck, her chin dancing in the wind.

She stood in the shadow under the lamp, and her white face looked even whiter under the shadow of the lamp.

When she turned her head slightly, Lu Qian was surprised to see the face that seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

However, that face was cold and expressionless, as if it was wearing a human skin mask.

Even though she was ten feet away, Lu Qian could still feel the cold air from her body.

Is this woman Xiao Ran, the "Saint Girl" of Hantan Mountain?

She stood on the deck for a while, then suddenly jumped up to the river bank with a slight jump.

Then, the eight men and four women who got off the boat first formed two teams and walked in front, walking in the direction of landing and diving.

Seeing this, Lu Qian turned around and continued walking forward.

The shops on both sides of the street are bright and dark, making the street white and dark.

However, looking forward, I saw a tall archway standing on the roadside ahead.

The archway is covered with lanterns, which is very bright.

Under the archway, some people seemed to have gathered.

Come closer.The street in front of me suddenly more than doubled in width.

On the right hand side is a three-story restaurant. On the wall facing the street, many lanterns are hung, illuminating the front wall very brightly.

In particular, there is a huge plaque hanging on it, with three large gilded characters "Returning to Hometown Building" on it, which shines brightly.

There were some people standing at the door of the restaurant, some were people from the restaurant, and some were other guests.

On the two floors above, almost all the windows were open, and there were people sitting behind every window.

They were also looking at the street.

Return to the hometown building.

The fame of this restaurant seems to have some profound meaning.

Opposite the Huixiang Building and outside the street, there is a taller archway.

On the archway, there are three big characters written:

Lone Wolf Ridge.

Under the archway, there is a wide road, leading directly to the direction of Lone Wolf Ridge in front, falling into the heavy night.

In front of the archway, on the street, there were about ten people standing sparsely, seemingly waiting for someone.

Behind the archway, a little further away, almost to the edge of the light, you can vaguely see, under the light and shadow, and in the darkness, piles of people standing.

These piles of people are gathered together; but the distance between each pile is obviously wide and distinct.

Obviously, these are people waiting to enter the mountains.

When Lu Qian and his party came, everyone on the street, on both sides of the street, and in the restaurant looked over.

Everyone's eyes glanced at the faces of Lu Qian and the four others, and they all showed doubts.

It was obvious that almost no one here recognized them.

Today, Lu Qian is just a little-known figure, and naturally no one knows him.

Wang Zirong is similar to Lu Qian. He is also a person who has been shrinking in the small place in Wangjiaying. He also has no reputation at all.

If Guo Tuan's name was mentioned, many people would have heard of her; but no one could recognize her appearance.

Even outsiders don't know whether she is a boy or a girl.

Everyone's eyes glanced at Lu Qian and the four of them for a few times, then ignored them, and everyone went back to their own business, either talking in low voices in twos or threes, or looking elsewhere.

It was clear that no one took them seriously.

However, under the archway, there was a person who came up quickly.

This man is of medium build, 33 or [-] years old, with a fair complexion, and is wearing a brown robe.

He greeted her from a distance, clasped his hands and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Guo, you are here."

Guo Shoun nodded and said, "I'm not late, am I?" The man's fair face turned slightly red, showing a look of embarrassment. He shook his head quickly and said, "No, no, hehe... Brother Guo is joking."

The Gu family was a whole night late than the agreed time. Apparently they thought Guo Tuo's words were meant to be sarcastic.

He responded, glanced at Lu Qian and the others, and immediately changed the subject: "Who are these three...?"

This person had obviously seen Zuo Qiuling outside Guo Zhidong's house the day before yesterday, so he only looked at Lu Qian and Wang Zirong.

However, what he paid more attention to was the yellow scarf warrior standing at the back.

For such a tall and strong man, it is difficult not to attract attention.

Guo Tuan said unceremoniously: "They are all my followers."

"Oh, that's it. Brother Guo, please—"

The man didn't ask any questions and immediately raised his hand to lead the way.

At this moment, a low, suppressed, and very intensive discussion suddenly sounded.

These sounds were intertwined with each other and became very confusing, making it difficult to hear clearly.However, Lu Qian still heard the two words they said the most -

Saintess!

Xiao Ran!

Lu Qian looked up and saw everyone on the street. All eyes were looking to one side of the street.

It was the direction Lu Qian came from.

The expressions contained in the many eyes were very complicated.

Some wanted to see the face of this famous saint, and their eyes widened.

Some of them had doubts in their eyes, obviously they did not expect that the Holy Lady of Hantan Mountain would come in person.

Some are full of fear.

The reputation of this saint from Hantan Mountain seems to be quite considerable.

After the initial surprise, some comments also started:

"Why would she come? With her cultivation level, that thing... doesn't mean much to her, does it?"

"Yes, this one is here, who among us can grab it? Isn't this trip in vain?"

"I heard that she has a very proud apprentice who she likes very much."

"Oh...she wants to train a disciple?"

"Fuck, there are so many of us, who is afraid of whom..."

"Hey, the risks in Lone Wolf Ridge cannot be dealt with by relying on cultivation alone."

"I haven't heard of any repair techniques in Hantan Mountain. If it's not repaired properly, it might capsize in the gutter."

"Shh, shut up..."

"Shh...here he comes..."

"Shh..."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Lu Qian looked back.

The 13 people who got off the boat first followed behind them and also came over.

The eight men walking in front were all wearing white clothes and carrying a luminous stone about the size of a baby's fist on their waists.

It is this luminous stone that emits bright blue light.

The four women following behind were all dressed in pink palace clothes and holding lanterns.

Twelve men and women formed a guard of honor.

Following behind them was the unrivaled woman in a blue dress.

Seeing this group of people coming, everyone blocking the road stepped out of their way.

The Hantanshan group walked forward without looking away.

When they were about to reach the "Lone Wolf Ridge" archway, a figure suddenly came forward to meet them. From a distance, he said with a smile on his face: "Ms. Saint, I'm sorry that you have made this trip. I represent the Xiao family. , thank you Saint for your help!"

This woman in blue is indeed Xiao Ran, the "Hanbo Saint" of Hantan Mountain.

But the person walking towards her was a short, inconspicuous-looking old man.

As soon as he appeared, someone immediately exclaimed: "Xiao family in Luocheng, Xiao Zhengjie? This..."

(End of this chapter)