The demon witch is her white moonlight

Out of Space?

Le Xiaoyi was shocked by the address that this person said, but what was even more shocking was that he could speak a language she could understand. Although the accent was a bit strange, Le Xiaoyi still understood what he said. few words.

It seems quite appropriate to describe her as a person from outside the sky.

The child who brought Le Xiaoyi here was also stunned, looked at the village chief in surprise, and said something in doubt, but the old man's eyes were fixed on Le Xiaoyi, waiting for an answer. .

Le Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment, weighing whether to reveal his identity.

But then she thought, her clothes are completely different from those of the aborigines here, her appearance is also different, and she can't understand her words. I don't know if there are others in this small world who can communicate with her normally like this village chief.

This person can say a few words of people from beyond the sky, maybe there are other people like her who have been here, could it be Ji Yuxuan?

Le Xiaoyi made up his mind.

"Yes." She nodded and said, "Dare to ask senior, is there anyone like me who has been here?"

Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, the old man suddenly lowered his head, his eyes fell on the Sixuan sword in Le Xiaoyi's hand, he stared intently for a long time, and then suddenly his eyes turned red.

Le Xiaoyi was taken aback, a little caught off guard.

The old man raised his head and asked without answering, "Can you show me this sword?"

Le Xiaoyi looked puzzled, but these people are ordinary people who don't know martial arts, Le Xiaoyi weighed in his heart that there might be something hidden in this matter, so he handed the Sixuan sword to this person.

The old man was focused, caressing the scabbard of the Sixuan sword with his old palm, and then gently pulled the scabbard an inch away.

Even with a distance of several feet, the sharpness of the blade can still be felt.

"This is the soldier from beyond the sky." The old man muttered to himself, tears welling up in his eyes, "I never imagined that I would be able to wait for this day in my lifetime."

Le Xiaoyi was stunned and remained silent, but his heart became more and more confused.

After a long time, the old man's mood stabilized and calmed down a little. He lowered his head and said something to the child. The child looked confused, but he still responded obediently, turned around and ran away.

After the child ran away, the old man returned the Sixuan sword to Le Xiaoyi with both hands, took another step back, and bowed to Le Xiaoyi: "I am the village head of this village, please follow me, Your Excellency, I want to Please go to a place, no matter what you want to know, I will tell you everything."

Le Xiaoyi is not used to people at such an age using honorific names for themselves.

But she didn't say a word, and followed the old man into the village as she said. People along the way looked at them curiously. Some of them were a little older with the same excitement as the village chief, but no one came forward to ask Le Xiaoyi's whereabouts. identity.

The more she walked into the village, the more strange Le Xiaoyi became. Looking at these people of other races, she felt a hazy and strange feeling in her heart. She was drawn by some kind of force somewhere, as if she would come here one day Same.

This strangeness is a bit similar to when I saw Zhou Yunshan at the Nanyang Bodyguard Bureau.

Le Xiaoyi frowned, guessing the reason for this feeling, and at the same time carefully observing the surroundings, with a bit of defensiveness.

She came to look for Ji Yuxuan, and if she could get some useful information from the village chief later, she would leave here immediately.

It didn't take long for the total to go, Le Xiaoyi actually heard a sound of ping-pong-pong in the distance, she was very sensitive to this sound, carefully identified it, then turned to ask the old man who was leading the way: "What is this smelting? "

"It's a weapon." The old man replied, "Our tribe is good at smelting. We can forge the most sophisticated swords in the entire grassland. We are royal craftsmen."

Royal craftsman, so it is.

The place for smelting weapons is behind the slope, Le Xiaoyi didn't see it when he came, but now he crossed a small grassy slope, and saw a rocky field with many sheds built, many people were busy.

The two craftsmen who forged the sword were two, and there were a few middle-aged apprentices who were helping, and the rest of the shed were handymen.

The two old men who forged weapons were very proficient in their movements, and there was no problem with the process, but due to the fact that there was not enough aura in this world, and the physical strength of ordinary people also had an upper limit, even if the metal was forged thousands of times, the impurities inside could not be removed, so They have no way to make the weapons they forge reach a more sophisticated level.

Le Xiaoyi stood on the slope and watched, and suddenly heard the old man beside him ask: "What do you think of these two masters?"

Ok?

Le Xiaoyi was puzzled, how about what?

She turned her head to look at the village head, who seemed to be looking forward to something.

The vague sense of fate reappeared just now, making Le Xiaoyi a little flustered for no reason.

"It's too late." Le Xiaoyi answered truthfully.

The casting level of these two old men is only equivalent to that of ordinary craftsmen of the Sword God Sect. The imperial swords they mentioned are actually only second-grade swords. Forging a second-grade sword from iron can indeed be called an outstanding craftsmanship.

The village chief's eyes lit up suddenly, but before he could speak, a discordant voice suddenly came from beside him: "What a big tone!"

This sudden sound not only shocked the village chief, but also made Le Xiaoyi turn around unexpectedly.

A man passed by with a wooden box in his arms, apparently about to go to the casting shed, when he overheard the conversation between Le Xiaoyi and the village head.

Le Xiaoyi was surprised that this person was able to communicate with her, but he didn't notice what the other person said.

"Sabo! Don't be disrespectful to distinguished guests!" The village head suddenly became angry and stopped the man's provocative words.

The man named Sabo snorted coldly, argued with the village chief in a language that Le Xiaoyi couldn't understand, and suddenly said: "Who doesn't know the customs of my clan? A celestial phenomenon just appeared a while ago How many liars have come here? Maybe this is another liar who stole a few words of divine language, pretending to be a ghost."

Le Xiaoyi was full of doubts when he heard that, the village chief couldn't stop Sabo, and was furious: "What are you supposed to do!"

Sabo didn't say any more, turned around and left with the wooden box in his arms, and raised his eyebrows contemptuously at Le Xiaoyi before leaving, with a look of disdain on his face.

"That kid has a bad temper, but he's not a bad person. Don't be so fussy with him." After Sabo left, the village head looked sad, fearing that Le Xiaoyi would get angry.

Le Xiaoyi didn't mind Sabo's attitude, she was just curious, the village chief's strange behavior and the information revealed by Sabo's words just now made her feel very puzzled.

"So, senior, can you tell me what's going on here?" Le Xiaoyi asked, "What celestial phenomenon? What is the language of God?"

Looking at the smelting shed down the slope, the village chief sighed, "Before I answer your question, I have one last thing to confirm with you."

Le Xiaoyi frowned slightly, nodded and said: "Senior, please tell me."

"Excuse me, is your surname Le?" The village head looked directly at Le Xiaoyi, his eyes shining brightly.

Le Xiaoyi's face suddenly changed.

Seeing Le Xiaoyi's expression, the village head naturally guessed the answer. He had a relieved smile on his face. Confirmed, still excited beyond words.

Le Xiaoyi took a deep breath, calmed down again, his eyes were a little more vigilant, and he pursed his lips and replied, "Yes, my surname is indeed Le."

"Please take a step to speak."

The village head took Le Xiaoyi away from the gentle slope, and came to a separate cloth shed. The layout inside looked like a living room, which should be the village head's house.

Le Xiaoyi waited for the old man to tell her the answer, but he didn't expect the village chief to kneel down towards her with a plop after sending him away.

"Senior?!" Le Xiaoyi turned pale with shock, and quickly reached out to help.

The other party gently pushed her hand away, kowtowed to the ground, and called out, "Master Shen Si!"

Le Xiaoyi's hands froze in the air, not knowing how to react.

"What did senior call me just now?" Le Xiaoyi frowned and confirmed to the old man.

"Master Shensi." The village chief said affirmatively, then took out a white jade talisman from his bosom, and handed it to Le Xiaoyi, "Please have a look, sir."

The jade talisman looked very old, but it was obviously belonging to a monk, Le Xiaoyi's heart was pounding, and a strange premonition arose spontaneously.

Could it be... someone from her ancestors came here?Or... Le Junhao had been here before?

After all, in terms of Le Junhao's cultivation, it is not too much to be called a god by these mortals.

Le Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment before taking the jade talisman from the village head, and pressed it close to his forehead to check the information left on the jade talisman.

——My heirs, if they come to this world, they should shelter a few, and those who respect my teachings can pass on my mantle.

After reading this passage, Le Xiaoyi was stunned for a long time.

The one who calls himself "I" should not be Le Junhao, but there is no doubt that it is a powerful person from the ancestors of the Le family.

But even after reading the jade slips, Le Xiaoyi still didn't understand what he was going to do.

The jade slip was turned into powder in her hands. It was a very old thing and could only be checked once.

The look in the eyes of the village head became brighter, and Le Xiaoyi asked him helplessly: "Has anyone from the ancestors of the Le family ever been here? Who is he? What is his name?"

"The name of the ancestor of the god is Le Jianlan." The village chief looked excited, trying to restrain his emotions, "But this incident has been going on for hundreds of years, I thought I would never have the chance to meet Le's people, but I didn't expect , let me meet you!"

God ancestor?Le Jianlan?

Le Xiaoyi bit this strange title in his heart, and silently said Le Jianlan's name again, without any impression.

She turned her head to think about it, and asked, "Can you tell me the connection between Le Jianlan and this place?"

The village chief really knew everything: "All I know is from the ancient books passed down by our clan. When the ancestor Le Shenzu was injured and passed by Qianruo, he was rescued by people of our clan. After that, he taught our clan the art of making swords." , predicting that our family will suffer a catastrophe in a thousand years, and leaving a jade talisman to pass on, the Tao is that the descendants of the Le family will come to this world in a thousand years, and it will solve the danger of our family."

Le Xiaoyi was confused, one head and two big.

Who is this Le Jianlan?It was predicted that she would come here thousands of years ago?It is more exaggerated than Le Junhao's prediction of what will happen in more than [-] years.

Is it really something human can do?

Le Xiaoyi fell into deep thought, but the village chief was terrified by her silence, and kowtowed: "Please protect our clan!"

"If you want me to protect you, shouldn't you tell me what happened first?" Le Xiaoyi felt a sudden burden on his shoulders, a little inexplicable and helpless.