Zhuang Bufan looked at this desert. If it weren't for the guidance of the dead trees in the night owl, he would probably not even know where he would go.

As for finding the remains of the Former Qin Dynasty, it is even more terrifying.

However, I still go to the nearby village first.

Not long after, I saw a village ahead, which finally made Zhuang Bufan feel relaxed for a while.

When you walk into the village, there are various houses of different heights. At the center of the village is a blue lake with green trees and surrounding them. In this desert area, it is an oasis.

Looking at such a beautiful scenery, Zhuang Bufan couldn't help but stay for a little longer.

In addition, when pedestrians walking and stopping on the street, they saw him, a person from a foreign land, stopped and showed curious eyes to him.

Among them, a strong man came to Zhuang Bufan with courage and asked, "Who are you?"

It was a somewhat difficult-to-mouth Qin language, not a mainland language that Zhuang Bufan knew, which made him confused and touched his head.

However, the night owl and dead wood in his body transmitted the voice, and the meaning of future people's words was explained to Zhuang Bufan.

Zhuang Bufan's familiarity with foreign languages ​​using the night owl and dead wood became a translation machine to convey the conversation between the two.

Zhuang Bufan learned the Former Qin language taught to him by the Ye Xiao Duo Wood, and communicated smoothly with the strong man.

Before coming, Zhuang Bufan didn't know the scenery of Former Qin. Along the way, he was told by the dead trees in the night owls and dead trees.

Facing the outdated clothing of a strong man, wearing colorful sweat towels and green coarse cloth, it looks novel and interesting.

During the communication with the strong man, I learned that he was the village chief of this place, and this village was called Luo Sun Village, a pre-Qin survivor. I don’t know how many years he has lived here.

Zhuang Bufan nodded and told him that he came here to appreciate the scenery of nature, to explore the ruins of the pre-Qin period, and to admire the ancient capital thousands of years ago, and to the prosperity of the past.

After talking for so long, and it was understood through Ye Xiao Du Wood. His mouth was a little dry, and Zhuang Bufan slapped his throat and wanted to drink water.

When the village chief saw his behavior, he immediately understood Zhuang Bufan's embarrassment and asked him if he wanted to drink some water.

Zhuang Bufan nodded, as if he agreed.

And, with this strong man named Village Chief Sun, he went to his house to rest.

Compared with other villagers, their homes are much larger, and it is very convenient to receive guests and other matters.

In addition, there is an old man in their family, who is the father of Village Chief Sun, and everyone calls him the old village chief.

Because, decades ago, this old man Sun was the village chief here.

When he got old, he naturally handed over all the responsibilities of the village chief to his son and village chief Sun.

The old village chief saw Zhuang Bufan coming, looked at him for a while, put down his work, stood up and said to Zhuang Bufan, "Are you from outside?"

This time, the old village chief blurted out the words of the common language in the mainland. It seems that the old village chief has come into contact with people like Zhuang Bufan and come from outside.

If you think about it carefully, it is not surprising.

After all, this place was the birthplace of the pre-Qin period. The elimination of a generation of dynasties is naturally fascinating. Many people will definitely come here with curiosity and even treasure hunting.

The old village chief must have had contact with these people and learned some common languages ​​in mainland China.

With an experienced old village chief here, Zhuang Bufan could communicate with him directly, avoiding the trouble of translator, and having a happy conversation with the old village chief.

"Are you here to hunt for treasure?"

The old village chief showed a puzzled expression and said to him, "Give up, you can't find any good treasures with your strength. I don't know how many people came here in this northwest desert. When I was young, there were a period of time when people came here to find treasures from the pre-Qin period. And my parents' generation also had such things. So, in this thousand years, I don't know how many people went to search for treasures with the same thoughts as you. Most of them regretted going back. The spiritual treasures and magical objects here have been dug up! What they left were just broken bumps that had been corroded by thousands of years."

After hearing this, I knew that the old village chief thought that Zhuang Bufan was here to hunt for treasure like others.

This was a complete misunderstanding of him. He came here to find a stone tablet, which contained the technique mentioned by the dead tree of the night owl.

However, from Ye Xiao Duimu, I learned that the technique was a despicable exercise practiced by the founding emperor of the pre-Qin Dynasty.

How could such a precious thing still exist?

Ye Xiao Kumu told Zhuang Bufan that the technique was not understood by Qin Emperor, but the technique against the heavens seen from a stone tablet.

It was this martial art that made Qin Emperor comparable to an invincible existence in the same realm. After he founded the Qin Dynasty, the effects this martial art brought to him were even more powerful.

It made him invincible in that era and was attracted by everyone's attention, like the sun in the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

Moreover, Qin Emperor also built his royal city in the center of the stone tablet, allowing thousands of descendants to listen to his legendary life and look forward to the style of that era.

After hearing Ye Xiao Dui Wood's words, Zhuang Bufan remained silent. He knew very well that Ye Xiao Dui Wood said it was a spiritual object from a thousand years ago, and it seemed that it was in the same era as Qin Emperor.

His vivid narration is probably a kind of recollection of his past.

However, the world has changed and the prosperity of the past has become a piece of loess in front of us.

As Zhuang Bufan, after hearing the story told by Ye Xiao Kumu, he frowned and knew that it would take great energy to obtain this amazing skill.

It is difficult to find the royal city of the pre-Qin period in this vast desert and find the whereabouts of the stone tablets.

If Ye Xiao Dubu told him that he had a secret method to sense where the stone tablet was, Zhuang Bufan would never have wasted his time and thought about this thing that was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In addition, from the words of the night owl and dead wood, Zhuang Bufan could roughly infer that this thousand-year-old monster must have a close relationship with the Qin Emperor, otherwise he would not have been so familiar with this matter.

Zhuang Bufan made a fuss, trying to learn something from Ye Xiao’s dead wood, but the old Ye Xiao stammered and kept circled with him.

At this point, Zhuang Bufan knew that Ye Xiao Duo Wood didn't want to say it, so he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask.

When Zhuang Bufan saw that the old village chief was quite familiar with this matter, he decided that he was here to hunt for treasure, but he did not deny it.

"That's right. The prosperity of the pre-Qin period is well known to everyone. I have long admired it for a long time. I came here to see the ruins of the pre-Qin period. In addition, if I accidentally get lucky and pick up a treasure, it would be great."

Zhuang Bufan said it clearly and did not have any vigilance.

This made the old village chief look at him more and nodded, "Oh, that's it."

"Yes, but, when I first came here, there was a map that was not detailed. I heard you, I had been here decades ago. You are the old village chief in the local area and are very familiar with this place. Can you give me a detailed map and sell it to me?"

At this moment, Zhuang Bufan remembered what he was going to do. He really needed a map drawn by the locals. His previous map cost a lot, but there are still some places that are not detailed."

Hearing this, the old village chief looked at Zhuang Bufan and looked at his son again.

He fell into silence for a while, and soon he spoke, "It's not difficult to want a map, but it's a bit expensive."

"It doesn't matter, as long as I'm satisfied, it's fine."

Zhuang Bufan waved his hand and said indifferently that he was sincere. Along the way, he encountered three warriors and plundered their storage bags. There were hundreds of spirit stones inside, which made him feel even more worried about how to spend it.

With Zhuang Bufan's answer, the old village chief had less worries and looked at Zhuang Bufan's clothes and dress.

He is considered a rich child and at a young age, he has reached the level of martial arts realm, and his future prospects are limitless.

"Okay, my map is not dilute!" The old village chief stretched out five fingers, "fifty spirit stones."

This made Village Chief Sun stunned, thinking that his father was really a lion's mouth. One map costs fifty spirit stones, which is enough for the three years of spending in Sunset Village.

After hearing this, Zhuang Bufan nodded without hesitation and said, "Get out the map and show it to me. If I am satisfied, I can afford the fifty spirit stones."

The old village chief was not panicked and asked his son to come into the house to get the map out.

Zhuang Bufan took the map handed to him by Village Chief Sun and looked up. There was also Ye Xiao Dui Wood's spiritual sense attached to it. Until he heard Ye Xiao Dui Wood's answer, he nodded and said, "Okay, I want this map!"

After saying that, Zhuang Bufan took out a small bag from somewhere and threw it to Village Chief Sun, saying, "This is the fifty spirit stones you want, I'll give it to you. I'll count them in person so that I won't be able to make a misunderstanding when I can't explain it."

Village Chief Sun quickly reached out to take it, weighed the bag in his hand, which was quite heavy.

When he opened it, the white spirit stones came into his eyes, making his breath sink, and his eyes couldn't help but become hot.

On the other hand, his father was not tempted, but said to his son, "Count it carefully, so that when one or two spirit stones are missing, he will make things difficult for this young and promising handsome man.

"Oh, I get it, dad!"

Hearing that the man immediately counted in the bag, there were no more than fifty spirit stones, which made Village Chief Sun feel as warm as a warm jade.

(End of this chapter)
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