The forbidden zones on the land of Daxia are the most common in the Western Regions. It can be said that this vast area has dangers and opportunities.

In a place like this, any aspiring practitioner must come, not only to find opportunities, but also to hone himself.

"Who?" A yellow-clad lama on duty on the periphery found Xiao Yan and rushed out vigilantly.

Xiao Yan had long discovered him. He had to patrol the site in such a place, probably to guard against wild animals.

He looked innocent and said, "I am an adventurer in the wild and lost. Can you take a break from you?"

Seeing that he was dressed neatly and carrying a decent bag, he did not look like a traveler in martial arts, but more like those hikers with a hot mind. So he looked a little slow and said, "Our place is small, so you can only rest for a while. You must abide by the rules. You are only allowed to move in the outer hall and not run around."

The most important thing is that he did not feel the true energy fluctuations in Xiao Yan's body. The only strange thing is that how could such an ordinary person run to such a deep mountain and old forest?

"No problem." Xiao Yan showed a grateful expression.

Bringing an ordinary person who is not threatening to the temple is not a big deal for the yellow lama. I have met many similar people over the years. Especially when he was a young lama, a woman had come here. Not to mention, this guy's eyebrows are somewhat similar to that woman.

The Lama Temple is indeed not big. The outer hall enshrines gods that Xiao Yan doesn't know. He asked for some water and sat down near the door.

The yellow-clad lama ignored him too much and did things on his own. He occasionally glanced at him to see if he was following the rules.

Xiao Yan did not look around, but when he entered the door, he could see the situation inside clearly. It maintained a simple and rough traditional style and looked very backward, but there were also some modern things, such as aluminum kettles and a metal flashlight on the altar.

It’s hard to say why. It’s his first time here, but he feels inexplicably familiar, as if he has been here before.

But even after searching for memories, I couldn't think of when it came. Did you think so much at a very young age? Xiao Yan thought so, but he quickly denied it.

As far as he knows, his mother never left Tiandu after marriage, and after giving birth to him, she rarely went out, so it was impossible for her to bring him here.

Perhaps it was because the memory fragments in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness had affected him. That person might have been here before.

Xiao Yan was extremely wary of those memory fragments and was reluctant to let them go because he was afraid that they would affect his mind without realizing it.

"What's your name?" The yellow-clad lama ran over and handed him a piece of dry and hard naan bread.

"Thank you, my name is Xia Yan." Xiao Yan cleverly used his mother's surname, mainly to avoid unnecessary trouble. God knows whether the people here will know about things thousands of miles away. If you know, it will suddenly become troublesome. Besides, the name Xia Yan is okay, and it is not embarrassing to take his mother's surname.

"Where are you going next?" the yellow-clad lama asked casually.

"By the way, do you know how to get to Luoye Valley? I heard that the scenery there is very special. I want to take a few photos. If you sell it at a good price, I will donate money to you to improve your life!" Xiao Yan was a little excited.

"Fallen Leaf Valley?" The yellow-clad lama frowned. It was obvious that he had never heard of this place, or that at his level, he could not reach these hidden places.

Xiao Yan could see at a glance that he was just a great success in the Yuan realm and an extremely ordinary cultivator, but this guy is calm and has a sense of outstripping, so he should not be underestimated.

At present, he has not been able to detect his mental power fluctuations, but it is hard to say that such things are completely different. The martial arts realm and the mental power realm are easy to see, but the mental power realm is difficult to judge. As long as the other party is not exposed, it is almost impossible to accurately capture it.

Don’t underestimate anyone, especially those who can take root here, they must have some special opportunities.

Xiao Yan is very confident, but never underestimates the enemy. Unless it is the breed that puts his face in front of him and looks for a beating, like Yu Tianyi, he will treat it with the most contemptuous attitude.

"I heard from a senior that he accidentally discovered it. Unfortunately, the camera broke down and he couldn't take a photo. Later, he searched several times but couldn't find it. He regarded it as a lifelong regret. If you have clues about the fallen leaves valley, please tell me, I promise you will thank you very much!" Xiao Yan said sincerely.

"Why do you need to take a photo?" The yellow-clad lama frowned in confusion, "The place of gods does not want to be disturbed."

"Beautiful things should be shared. God is the most kind and polite. God will definitely not hide his own interests, and he will definitely be willing to share the most beautiful things with the world." Xiao Yan retorted in his words.

The yellow-clad lama opened his mouth and found that this kid was quite capable of speaking, and seemed to be quite reasonable.

As for what God really thinks, only God has the right to speak, or the psychic Master Shangde has the right to speak, and the yellow-clothed lama dare not speculate on God's will.

"But the gods cannot be blasphemed. I advise you not to break around here, as it is easy to violate taboos." The yellow-clad lama advised seriously.

"Well, don't worry, I have learned the customs and habits here seriously before coming and I can't do stupid things." Xiao Yan smiled.

Seeing his harmless appearance, the yellow-clothed lama shook his head amusedly and didn't say anything more. He didn't even dare to go to the wilderness. This ordinary man is really ignorant and fearless. It was a blessing that he could live until now.

But everyone has their own destiny, and it is his own business that he is willing to die, and others cannot control it.

Every year, people disappear or die here, and there is not much more than one more person. Maybe this is his fate.

Just when the yellow-clad lama felt emotion at Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan froze and saw something incredible.

It was a small sachet hanging next to the warp tube, with a typical Daxia characteristic and was definitely not a thing from the Western Regions.

This is not the strangest thing. The strangest thing is that Xiao Yan smelled a familiar breath from the sachet, which made his heart beat faster and bursts of blood surged up his head.

There was a breath connected to the bloodline on the sachet. Although it was very weak, Xiao Yan could be sure that it was not an illusion that this sachet must have something to do with his mother.

"Master, this sachet is pretty good." Xiao Yan calmly brought the topic over.

"Oh, this was left by a female donor many years ago. At that time, I was a young lama who had just become a monk." The yellow-clad lama showed a look of recollection on his face.

He said it was underestimated, but it sounded like a thunder in Xiao Yan's ears. Has his mother been here?

By time calculation, it was before he was born. Perhaps she had not yet married into the Xiao family at that time, but what did she do as a young girl here?
Chapter completed!