After putting the paper boat, the paper old man walked to the boat first and said, "Little brother, get on the boat." ”

Seeing that the paper old man was fine, Qingyang walked to the paper boat with courage, and then the paper old man picked up the paper oar on the bow of the boat and rowed towards the other side of the river. Although the whole boat is made of paper, it is no different from a real boat, Qingyang can even see the swimming fish at the bottom of the boat through the thin and brittle paper, but the river water has no effect on the paper boat at all.

The small river more than three zhang wide was rowed to the opposite bank in a blink of an eye, Qingyang got off the boat first, and after the paper old man got off the boat, he scooped the paper boat out of the water, folded it a few times and put it into his arms, and then said: "This boat can still be used in the future, but it can't be wasted." ”

After crossing the river, the old man took Qingyang and walked forward for another seven or eight miles, and then came to the outside of a village, which was similar to the secular village that Qingyang had ever seen, with about a hundred or so households, and the houses were basically built of bricks, stones, and civil engineering.

The village of hundreds of people is not small, but at this time it is already dark, and the villagers are probably sleeping, so it seems cold and deserted, and there is no sound at all.

After entering the village, the paper old man returned to his home, and Qingyang continued along the street, and soon came to the middle of the village, where he saw the inn that the Taoist priest said.

It is said to be an inn, but in fact it is a dilapidated courtyard with a radius of more than ten zhang, there is a façade in front of it that also houses some food, and there are several simple guest rooms in the courtyard behind. The location of these seven villages is remote, there are not many people in the whole village, and few outsiders come all year round, so the whole village is just such an inn and a place to eat, which looks dilapidated and shabby.

At this time, in the dead of night, I don't know if there was no one in the inn, or if they were all resting, Qingyang called two people outside, but no one answered, so he dared to push the door in.

The door was not locked, Qingyang opened it with a light push, and the sound of the squeaky door opening was extremely harsh in the silent night, Qingyang didn't care so much, and stepped directly into the courtyard. Just as he was about to walk forward, a white figure suddenly flashed next to him, and said, "The guest officer is here?" ”

Qingyang was taken aback by coldness, a big living person was haunted, and he didn't know where he was hiding just now, and he didn't even find it. However, after a closer look, I found that this should be just a puppet, and there was no life breath on it, so it was no wonder that it was not discovered in advance.

The puppet seems to be made of white wood, and the workmanship is very rough, and it looks a little pale in the night, which is very scary to look at. This puppet is not the same as the battle puppet used by the monk, it has no strength in itself, and can only do some auxiliary work, but in this kind of rural place, it is not bad to be able to make such a puppet, and what is even more surprising is that it can still speak.

Qingyang glanced at the puppet up and down, and then said: "I'm a friend of Daoist Mao, he hasn't come back yet, let me live here first, is your master here?" ”

The puppet didn't seem to be able to answer such a complicated question, and after Qingyang finished speaking, he paused slightly, and then said, "Wait a minute, guest officer, I'll go and invite the master to come." ”

After the puppet finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the door of a room on the edge of the backyard, knocked lightly outside, and after a long time, a woman came out with a lantern, and when she saw Qingyang, the woman smiled and said: "Don't blame the guest officer, I didn't expect that there would be guests coming to the door so late, so I rested early, my five or six rooms here are all empty, and the guest officer can choose one to live in." ”

"Then thank you, big sister." Qingyang arched his hand.

Then the woman said: "Since you are a friend of Daoist Mao, you are also my friend, little brother is not polite, others call me sister-in-law Sun, you can also call it that." The little brother has worked hard all the way, so he shouldn't have eaten, right? I'll get you some food now? ”

Then, without waiting for Qingyang to speak, the sister-in-law Sun handed the lantern into the hands of the puppet next to her, and then took out a piece of red cloth from her arms and put it on her left hand, and after a while, she suddenly opened the red one, and there was an extra bowl of steaming noodles in her hand, which was obviously just made.

Qingyang was dumbfounded, he didn't even see how Sister-in-law Sun's bowl of noodles was taken out, he had specially observed just now, there was no such thing as a talisman on Sister-in-law Sun, but he didn't expect that there were so many strangers in this small Touqi Village.

From entering the Fallen Ghost Abyss to the present, Qingyang has met several people, from the original Mao Taoist priest who drove away the corpse, to the stupid big man who cut himself into several pieces and can reassemble them, to the paper old man who made a paper boat that can be used to cross the river, and this sister-in-law Sun who can control the puppet and instantly conjure up a bowl of noodles, one is more strange than the other, and one is more eccentric than the other.

Qingyang has cultivated immortals for many years, and he still has some knowledge, although the methods of these people are rare, but if you think about it carefully, some things can still be figured out. For example, after a person dies, he uses special means to temporarily seal the part of the soul that has not come and the part of the soul that has collapsed in the corpse, and then uses secret techniques to drive them to follow the Taoist Mao back. For example, the paper boat used in the paper boat of the old man should have been made in advance with secret techniques, and the rest of it was just a cover-up.

Qingyang has never seen these secret techniques, but compared to the real immortal cultivators, they are just some secret techniques that are not in the stream, to put it bluntly, these people are also some low-level ghost path monks, who know some low-level ghost path secret techniques, and show off before Qingyang, an outsider.

The suction power in the Fallen Ghost Abyss is very large, and the strength of the monks will be greatly limited, and under normal circumstances, even half of the strength cannot be exerted, because of this, that Shi Fu Zhenjun knew that Qingyang had fallen into the Fallen Ghost Abyss, and he did not dare to come down to chase and kill in person, but was ready to let others help find it.

High-level monks are like this, not to mention low-level monks, Pulse Opening Realm cultivators like Daoist Mao are almost like ordinary people in the world, belonging to the bottom of the Fallen Ghost Abyss, and those with lower status than them are probably the descendants of immortal cultivators who have no spiritual roots.

These low-level cultivators, it is impossible for them to reach the Qi refining period or the foundation building stage in their cultivation for a lifetime, and the strength they have cultivated is not of much use, so they simply don't waste time in this regard, and use their wisdom and talents in other aspects, so that there will be so many methods of great abnormal people.

Thinking of this, Qingyang was immediately relieved, although his strength has not recovered, there is no means to kill and injure the enemy, but his defensive ability is very strong, the spirit snake armor of the best defense spirit weapon level, just relying on its own defensive power can make the qi refining cultivators helpless, this head of the seven villages is estimated to be a group of open pulse realm monks, and no one should be able to threaten him.