Rise Recovery Era

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Yun came over with some food in his hands.

A kind similar to rice, but five times larger than rice grains, with several pieces of meat and purple vegetables.

"Grandpa Lan Mo, it's time to eat." Mu Yun put the food in front of the old man, carefully helped him into the house, and soon he came out again.

Seeing Zhou Hao's puzzled look, Mu Yun sighed and said, "Grandpa Lan Mo is a poor man. As far as I can remember, he has been doing sculpture every day, and they are all the same woman. I heard that it is Grandpa Lan Mo's." My wife, but I have never seen it, should have died long ago."

"I can often feel a sense of sadness from Grandpa Lan Mo. He must love his wife very much, but people cannot be resurrected after death. Grandpa Lan Mo's obsession is too deep."

"Can you feel the sadness in him?" Zhou Hao was taken aback.

He also felt it, and thought it was his own illusion before.

Mu Yun nodded and said: "Many people have felt it."

Zhou Hao was slightly puzzled. He always felt that the old man in front of him was not so ordinary, but he couldn't say exactly what it was.

"Brother Zhou, come in quickly and try my craft." Mu Yun didn't say any more, but invited Zhou Hao.

"It tastes good." Zhou Hao praised after eating some food.

"As long as Brother Zhou likes it." Mu Yun scratched his head and said.

After eating quickly, Zhou Hao stood up, looked at Mu Yun and said, "Don't worry about me, I'll go out for a walk, and I'll come back when I leave tomorrow."

"Okay." Mu Yun wanted to say something, but seeing the resolute expression on Zhou Hao's face, he could only stop his words.

After walking out of the house, Zhou Hao looked around.

"According to the information obtained by Xinglan Mountain, these tribes use the Yijing Fruit as their totem, and the Yijing Fruit should be very important to them."

Zhou Hao looked around, his purpose of entering this relic space was to find the Yijing Fruit, but he didn't ask Mu Yun, it seemed that Mu Yun didn't know much.

Soon, Zhou Hao came to a place and sold some giant beasts he had killed at will. Entering this relic space, the black biting coins and so on cannot be of any use.

Afterwards, Zhou Hao came to a place where information was sold.

"Hello." A middle-aged man looked at Zhou Hao and said.

"You don't sell information here?" Zhou Hao asked strangely.

It said it was the intelligence department, but there was no information.

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The information is not important, all the information is in my mind, you can ask me anything you want, as long as I can pay the price, I will know everything."

"Yijinguo." Zhou Hao said directly.

"Yijinguo?" The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he said, "10,000 iron coins."

Iron coins are the currency used by people in this relic space.

"This is 5000. If I am satisfied after speaking, I will give you the remaining 5000." Zhou Hao handed over some money.

"Okay." The middle-aged man took the money, with a smile on his face, and said: "It is well known that the Yijing Fruit can improve one's understanding of the law. It is the most precious treasure in our Xingyuan World, and everyone wants to get it." But the Yijing Fruit only exists in the Xingyuan Sect in Xingyuan City, and all the Yijing Fruits are monopolized by them, and it is almost impossible for anyone outside to get it."

"Star Origin Sect?" Zhou Hao thought to himself.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Hao and said, "If you want to inquire about Yijinguo, you probably want to get it, but I'm sure it will be difficult, because I know some extremely secret information."

"Oh?" Zhou Hao looked at the middle-aged man.

"In fact, there are very few Mood Fruits in this world. In the past, Mood Fruits occasionally flowed out and were obtained by some lucky people, but now they don't exist."

"It is rumored that in this world, there is an artistic conception fruit tree, which was controlled by the Star Origin Sect, but this tree was lost, which aroused the anger of the entire Star Origin Sect. They used a lot of energy to search for it, but they couldn't find it at all. Yes, the artistic conception fruit has become a very rare treasure."

"Missing?" Zhou Hao frowned. The ruins had little artistic conception, which was not good news for him.

"Is there any other news?" Zhou Hao asked.

"This is gone." The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and looked at Zhou Hao.

"About the tribal totem, is there anything more secretive?" Zhou Hao asked again.

"I'm not sure about this. The Yijing Fruit Totem was forced by Xingyuanzong to be carved on every tribe. The time can be pushed back tens of thousands of years. I don't know anything else." The middle-aged man said.

"Tens of thousands of years ago? Forcibly portrayed?" Zhou Hao thought to himself.

He casually threw the remaining 5000 iron coins over.

"Sir, do you have any other news?" The middle-aged man took the money and said with a smile on his face.

Zhou Hao waved his hand and left here.

"The next goal is to go to Xingyuan City and get in touch with Xingyuanzong." Zhou Hao made a decision in his heart.

According to the middle-aged man, it is too difficult to obtain the artistic conception fruit from the outside world.

After leaving here, Zhou Hao came to a remote place.

He sat cross-legged, his consciousness sank into the Temple of the True God, and he began to flip through the cheats on the first artistic conception of the law of fire.

"Zhou Hao, what would you do if you didn't find the artistic conception fruit?" Antasi asked.

"What else can I do? I can only leave." Zhou Hao shook his head.

His goal is Yijing Guo, other than that, he has no need to stay here.

Flipping through the cheat book, Zhou Hao comprehended silently.

…

The next day came quickly, and Zhou Hao came to the place where Mu Yun lived again.

"Brother Zhou, the troops will leave in half an hour, please wait a moment." Mu Yun said with a smile.

Zhou Hao nodded.

Soon the personnel got together ~www.readwn.com~ There were thirty people in the entire army.

"Ahem." In the distance, there was a coughing sound, and an old man walked over slowly.

"Grandpa Lanmo, where are you going?" Mu Yun immediately ran over and asked.

"Uncle Lan Mo." Several middle-aged men shouted with respect in their eyes.

"Hehe, the old man hasn't been to Xingyuan City for a long time, and now he is going to have a look." The old man Lan Mo said with a smile, holding a sculpture in his hand.

"Uncle Lan Mo, sit here." Several people said in an instant, inviting the old man Lan Mo to the best seat.

"Your grandpa Lan Mo is quite respected." Zhou Hao looked at Mu Yun and asked.

"Well, Grandpa Lan Mo has been in the tribe for a long time. I don't know how long it has passed. I heard from my dad that he was already like this when he was very young. The tribe is very friendly. Grandpa Lan Mo watched him grow up, so he respects him very much." Mu Yun said.