The teacher is a fish

On the second day, Jiang Shuyin clapped his hands and walked out of Xiao Yu's room: "Oh, now I can only go to Lingshou Mountain. Baby Yu cleaned up everything. He really loves hygiene." Good boy."

Shen Qingshu set up a window in the hut to allow the sunlight from the outside to come in: "You haven't fasted before, go and have breakfast first."

After being reminded by him, Jiang Shuyin touched his empty stomach, turned around and said: "Then please trouble Qianyang Zun to wait here, I will buy two buns and come back." After finishing speaking, he ran away like flying.

In order not to make him wait too long, Jiang Shuyin chose a remote and difficult shortcut.

The reason why this road is difficult is that weeds are overgrown along the way, unknown thorn bushes grow, and there are bright cliffs underneath, which makes people feel intimidated.But the road is still narrow, as long as you don't pay attention, you will fall headlong.

However, this may be regarded as a dead end for ordinary people, and no one would choose to go here, but it is nothing for cultivators.

The weather in May was considered the hottest in the whole summer. Jiang Shuyin was already sweating profusely after walking a short distance. He couldn't help but scurry under the tree, pulled off a branch with lush green leaves, and continued walking on his head.

This time, before he could go far, he stopped moving.It wasn't that he was tired, but the scene in front of him, even he who had killed countless people before, couldn't help being stunned.

Under the golden sunshine, the graves of small seats are tightly packed together. At first glance, there are more than a thousand graves all over the mountains and plains.

Unexpectedly, this place is actually a cemetery.But why are there so many graves?With all kinds of questions, Jiang Shuyin jumped over to the graves closest to him, wanting to see who was buried here.

However, when he passed by, he found that all these graves had steles but no characters.

There is no way of knowing who is buried inside.

Jiang Shuyin was very puzzled by this: How can someone not write the other's name when they bury their relatives?Otherwise, how can you tell which is your own tomb when you sweep the tomb and burn the paper?It's impossible for these people to have a good memory, but even if they are good, they can't be like this, right?

Also, why did they bury people here? This section of road is so difficult to walk, it really doesn't look like someone will come to visit the grave.

He checked all the tombs around and found that no matter which one, it was the same.The age of these tombstones is not very old, only five or six years old, so there is no such thing as the words engraved on them, which are blurred due to the years.

In addition, after all the inspections, Jiang Shuyin also found a serious problem: these graves seemed to be buried in the same year or even the same month!

This astonishing discovery made him frown, and he walked back without even planning to buy breakfast.

Because he was eager to go back faster than when he came, but he saw Xiao Yu's small house after a while.

"Qianyang Zun, come with me..." Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingshu made a silent gesture, held a letter with a serious face, and motioned him to read it.

As soon as Jiang Shuyin took it, he saw four delicate and beautiful handwriting: Xiao Yu kisses it.

This handwriting is extremely strange, and it is definitely not written by any of the seven evils.Discovering this problem, Jiang Shuyin hastily opened it up, and saw the following in the letter:

Baiyu Mountain has a total of 120 and three wordless graves, all of which are people from the villages around Qicheng.He was killed by Feng Lingzong, and I led the Qin family to bury him.Now there are still some old people and young children left in the village, I hope you keep it a secret, saying that they migrated and escaped, please remember.

At the end of the letter, it ends with a name: Qin Ji.

Shen Qingshu said: "I found this letter in Xiao Yu's drawer, and when Mr. Qin Ji wrote this letter, the Qin family must have not been murdered by Feng Lingzong."

Jiang Shuyin folded the letter silently, and took a deep breath: "I didn't expect this to be a beautiful lie, but the truth is so chilling." No wonder it was buried in a remote and difficult place.

Shen Qingshu continued: "It can be seen from this that Mr. Qin Ji is a good person."

Jiang Shuyin also said: "You can also know that Feng Lingzong is really a bunch of animals, and death is not a pity."

As soon as the words were finished, a young child leaped over happily and hugged Jiang Shuyin's thigh.When Jiang Shuyin looked down, it turned out to be the boy Fang Shuo who sat on his shoulder.

She couldn't help but put away the letter in her hand, bent down to tease him: "Where's your grandpa?"

The child pointed to the outside of the house: "Grandpa walks slowly, but I walk fast."

Sure enough, an elderly voice came from outside: "Xiao Shuo, who are you talking to? Is Mr. Xiao back?"

Jiang Shuyin hugged Fang Shuo with a smile, and walked out together with Shen Qingshu. Seeing the old man was startled, he tied his hands and feet for a while and said, "Xiao Shuo is rude, how can you let the immortal master hold you? Come down quickly!"

Fang Shuo didn't see his parents when he was born, so no one had ever hugged him like this before, so he couldn't help but covet the feeling of being pampered, and refused to get down, a pair of small hands were tightly hung around Jiang Shuyin's neck.

Jiang Shuyin had a pretty good life when he was young, he was almost pampered by Shen Qingshu, and because of the kind of treatment he used to have, he subconsciously felt that children should be pampered.

So he chimed in and said: "It doesn't matter, he likes to be hugged, so I'll just hug him, it doesn't weigh much anyway." Shen Qingshu on the side looked at him silently, without saying a word.

But since it was he who spoke, the old man couldn't say anything more, so he had to let Fang Shuo hang on him firmly: "I don't know what the two immortal masters are here for?"

Jiang Shuyin freed a hand: "It's okay, I just passed by here to see Xiao Yu, hey, do you know where he went and when he will come back?"

The old man shook his head with his cane. Jiang Shuyin said again: "Actually, you don't have to call each other immortal masters. It's embarrassing to be so respectful. After all, we people practice and practice, and we are still mere mortals in the end."

The old man had never heard such words before, so he couldn't help opening his eyes wide: "The two immortal masters are both from the world of cultivating immortals, so they are not considered immortals."

Jiang Shuyin suddenly laughed when he heard this, and corrected him: "It is the realm of cultivation, not the realm of cultivating immortals. We are all mortals. Although we have some spiritual power and can cast some spells, we are not immortals after all, and we cannot be regarded as cultivating immortals."

The old man nodded half-understanding, and saw that there were only the two of them, he wondered, "Where did the other immortal masters go?"

Hearing that he was talking one by one, Jiang Shuyin thought that maybe they were used to calling him, and if he insisted on telling them to change their mouth, it would be difficult for them to force others.

So he stopped worrying about this and started talking nonsense again: "Oh, those few, go home and take the children."

The old man looked surprised: "Huh?"

Shen Qingshu: "..."

Jiang Shuyin flashed his white teeth, and smiled like some kind of animal with a sharp mouth and a big tail: "You have to believe me, they really went home to take care of their children!"

At the same time, Chen Jianfang and the others sat on their mounts and sneezed.

Ji Yuanqing rubbed his nose and murmured to Fan Hesheng: "Why do I feel that Peak Master Shen seems to dislike us?"