In the great world of martial arts, you use the Tao of Talisman to rule the ages

Chapter 28: Speak uprightly (please read)

"what happens?"

Chen Lin walked towards the crowd.

At this time, everyone noticed his arrival.

"Alin!" Auntie nodded to him and made room for him in the crowd.

"Brother Lin!"

Little Carrot greeted him with a smile, and was slapped on the butt by his mother, who quickly put on a serious face.

After Chen Linjia came in, the crowd froze.

Then almost everyone greeted him warmly.

"Alin, we talked at Uncle Xiang's place last time!" A middle-aged hunter in his thirties took the initiative to wave.

"Brother Lin~ Happy New Year!"

The sounds came and went.

Only then did Chen Lin realize that most of these new faces had met in Shanshi before.

Either a hunter or a mountain man.

According to the impression in his memory, he said hello to this uncle and that uncle, and at the same time said auspicious New Year.

That's what living in a small place is like.

Especially in ancient society.

When you look up, it's either this uncle or that uncle, all of whom are superior in seniority.

Chen Lin was very polite and everyone else responded enthusiastically.

The scene was lively for a while.

Only Uncle Sheng put on airs and breathed out from his nostrils:
  "Alin is a big shot now. I heard that you gave Yongxiang a bottle of cold knives as a twelfth lunar month gift."

"Uncle Xiang takes good care of me, and that's as it should be."

Chen Lin was not surprised by this little old man's attitude. He casually prevaricates, ignored him, turned to everyone and asked:
  "I wonder if you all have important matters when you come here today?"

"They are looking for Grandpa Chai!"

The little carrot at my feet spoke first.

Chen Lin paused for a moment and then remembered that the Chai Aye in Xiaoluobo's mouth probably meant Lao Chai.

He was also from a mountain village, and he was an old hunter. Both of his sons died in a tiger's mouth, and his mother-in-law died of grief, leaving him alone.

When I went to deliver twelfth lunar month gifts before, I never saw him at home.

At that time, I thought he had gone up the mountain to join in the fun of the Ghost Tooth Pig.

So I didn't pay much attention to it.

As a result, after a few days, he still couldn't be seen, and there was no trace of life in the house. Chen Lin stopped by the mountain market to inquire about it, but also got no results.

However, this attracted the attention of other mountain hunters.

"In the past few days, I asked people around in the mountain city to ask around, and no one has seen Lao Chaitou for almost half a month."

The middle-aged Orion who just said hello explained to Chen Lin.

Then someone sighed.

"That's what we came here for today."

"We all think something happened to him in the mountains. Taking advantage of the free time during the year, we come here to discuss and make time to go into the mountains to look for him."

"Everyone is begging for food in the mountains, we can't just ignore it."

"But it's not easy to find. I can't tell where it is. The mountains are so big and there's snow everywhere..."

At this point, everyone began to sigh.

There is no way that Lao Chai is still alive now. The only way to go in is to find the body.

After all, he is not one of those martial arts masters with strong energy and blood. He works hard on his muscles, bones and skin, and with one breath of internal training, the snow falling on his body can be directly evaporated.

In fact, ordinary people who are not fully prepared cannot survive the night in the snowy mountains, even old hunters are no exception.

The atmosphere gradually became silent.

At this time, Uncle Sheng's bitter voice sounded:
  "In my opinion, there's no need to look for it."

"It's not necessarily that Lao Chai had an accident in the mountains. He is an old widower and his life has been so miserable. He might have gone somewhere to commit suicide..."

Chen Lin frowned when he heard this.

In his memory, Uncle Sheng never wanted to see Lao Chai.

The root cause seems to be that the two had a feud. Because ten years ago Lao Chai shot a wild boar and made a lot of money, but then he refused to lend money to Uncle Sheng for gambling...

Well, this is the reason for the enmity.

Chen Lin was not only uncomfortable hearing these words.

Everyone around him also felt that it was inappropriate.

"A Sheng, what are you talking about..."

Someone was about to speak when they suddenly heard the sound of unusual footsteps coming from the entrance of the village.

It is extremely thick, and you can hear the sound of the hard soil underneath being crushed when you step in the snow.

Everyone turned to look and stopped mid-sentence.

The person who came was none other than Uncle Sheng's martial artist son.

Chen Xiangyuan came over here panting heavily, spitting out a foot-long white mist from his mouth. His burly body was at least a head taller than everyone present, not to mention the strong muscles trained by lifting rocks and boxing.

Very deterrent.

As soon as he arrived, no one dared to speak anymore.

Only Uncle Sheng’s voice:
  "You don't understand Lao Chai, but I understand him. He is just that kind of person. People will eventually come to an end, so there is no need to bother him anymore..."

Everyone lowered their heads slightly, like students being scolded. You looked at me, I looked at you, but they didn't dare to look directly into Chen Xiangyuan's eyes.

Only Chen Lin.

His eyes were following Chen Xiangyuan, paying careful attention to his every movement.

I didn't pay much attention to it before.

But I heard Uncle Xiang say before that this man is already a master of the three realms of martial arts, muscle, bone and skin. He is invulnerable to water and fire, invulnerable to swords and guns, and can fight tigers hand-to-hand.

'The blood is strong, the pace is steady, and the breathing is long. It is indeed different from ordinary people. '

This is the first time that Chen Lin has observed a martial artist of Chen Xiangyuan's level in such detail since he started practicing Taoism.

From a monk's point of view, this person seemed to have used part of the vitality in his body to greatly strengthen his body, so much so that even his skin became tough.

Although it is not really invulnerable, its defense against cold weapons is definitely much stronger than ordinary people. If it is just an ordinary stick, it may not even be able to break the skin...

'But, that's it? '

Chen Lin did not feel any threat from Chen Xiangyuan.

Even though the muscles and bones are strong, the qi and blood are strong.

'After all, he is just a mortal. '

Chen Lin thought.

Suddenly, Chen Xiangyuan stood behind Uncle Sheng and looked over.

He nodded and looked away politely.

Then I noticed that Uncle Sheng had been talking until now.

Still holding on to his self-defeating theory.

When everyone around him saw Chen Xiangyuan standing behind him, they didn't know how many words they were holding back in their hearts but couldn't say...

The aunt frowned, with a look of disgust on her face.

Little Carrot's ears were covered by her intentionally or unintentionally.

Chen Lin shook his head and stood up to interrupt:
  "If Lao Chai really committed suicide, why did he take the bow and knife away with him?"

Uncle Sheng stopped for a moment and just looked over, not expecting anyone to make a sound.

Everyone else also cast surprised glances at Chen Lin.

They also didn't expect that Chen Lin would actually speak under pressure.

After a while, someone woke up and said:
  "Indeed, Lao Chai should have gone into the mountains to hunt."

"Let's go into the mountains quickly and look for it!"

"Yeah!"

As if they were relieved, everyone found a way to quickly go to the mountains.

Before Uncle Sheng could react, everyone had already left.

Chen Lin also wanted to leave, but suddenly he heard a call from behind:
  "Alin."

Go back.

He found that the person calling him was Chen Xiangyuan, who was smiling...

(End of this chapter)