Lin Wu was surprised.

The old man pointed to one side and said with a smile: "There are stairs there that you can go down. Girl, you must walk carefully. If you fall down accidentally, both you and I will die."

Lin Wu felt a little strange at the moment. He followed what he said and saw a stone staircase leading down, which was obviously carved out by humans.

And it's been around for years.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the old man still feels very heavy, but Lin Wu actually feels a lot lighter, as if the previous weight was just an illusion.

She walked down the stairs carefully, turned at the end, and at the end there was a small black and red door.

From her perspective, she could see that behind the door, all the houses were half-embedded in the mountain, and the exposed parts were uneven, adding up to less than 70 square meters. The house at the top was the largest, nearly 20 square meters, and there must be something enshrined inside.

They soon arrived at the door and the old man asked Lin Wu to let him down.

He fumbled in his wide sleeves, pulled out a brass key, and opened the door.

There is a very small courtyard inside, which is clean and tidy.

"This is the yard where I, an old man, live. I wonder if the girl is satisfied with it." The old man said with a smile and walked in.

Lin Wu was about to help him, but when he saw that he was limping but able to move without any problems, he withdrew his hand.

She was so tired that she didn't have time to reply to the old man. She went in and saw a table and chairs against the wall, so she ran over and sat down to rest.

The old man didn't say anything and went into the house on the right.

Lin Wu recovered and stood up, intending to have a good chat with the old man.

Before I got close, the old man opened the door and came out, having changed his clothes.

He was wearing a red and yellow monk's robe, was quite thin and slightly hunched.

He was not wearing a felt hat, and his exposed head was bald with nine marks of monks’ punishment on it.

Lin Wu stopped and looked at him intently.

The old man smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and recited a verse to Lin Wu that she could not understand, then stretched out his hand to motion Lin Wu to continue sitting.

Lin Wu did as he was told.

The old man, still limping, walked slowly to the corner of the wall two meters away, where there was a stove with firewood piled next to it. He slowly lit the kettle.

Lin Wu thought about his words and asked politely, "Master, is your foot okay?"

"I've applied medicine, it's nothing serious, just take some time to recover." The old man said with a smile, "Thank you for sending me back, young lady. You've worked hard."

"It's okay. It's not hard. Just tell me what you want to know." Lin Wu said modestly.

The old man smiled and shook his head, then added some firewood to the stove and said, "A few years ago, a kind guest did come here. He has a similar aura to you, young lady, so he is probably from the same tribe. If you want to know his whereabouts, you can go south or wait a few more years, and you will see him eventually."

Lin Wu was stunned, but quickly realized that the other party seemed to be talking about the city lord.

She looked at him inquiringly, "So you are really an old servant of the former Seventh Ridge Master of the Thirteen Ridges?"

The old man nodded calmly.

Lin Wu uttered a "hmm" and looked into his eyes.

The old man was puzzled: "Good man, why do you look at me like that?"

"Your eyes...are not blind?" Lin Wu asked doubtfully.

The old man was puzzled: "Why do you ask this? Of course not. Although I am an old man with a lot of bones and my legs and feet are not very useful, I am not blind."

Lin Wu thought to himself, Mo Chuan was indeed wrong.

"I just asked casually, please don't mind." She cleared her throat and said, "But I didn't come here to look for my fellow tribesmen, but to go to the Thirteen Ridges."

The old man withdrew his gaze, his tone still gentle.

"Girl, your fate with the Thirteen Ridges has not yet arrived."

"But I must go."

"I wish all your wishes come true, girl."

The old man smiled and said, "I'm sorry I can't tell you, young lady."

Lin Wu frowned and said, "But you said before that you could do whatever I asked for."

"Besides, people in the Thirteen Ridges are forbidden to go to the outside world. If you must leave, you will be punished according to the severity of the punishment, and you can only leave if you are still alive after the punishment. I was also punished in the past, and the Seventh Ridge Master was kind enough to leave a way out for me, so I was able to leave. Even so, I can only live within the scope of the Thirteen Ridges."

"It's a great blessing to be able to leave. How can I reveal the secrets of the Thirteen Ridges? If I violate the rules, I will be punished by heaven. I am also restricted and cannot speak out."

After hearing this, Lin Wu frowned even more tightly.

In this case, she couldn't ask.

But Lin Wu was still reluctant to let go of such an opportunity.

She tried to find the next best option, "Can you tell me about the Eleventh Ridge Lord? For example, what is the price if I want to borrow his life-defining magic weapon? If you can't, just shake your head and tell me, don't force it."

Unexpectedly, the old man looked surprised after hearing this.

"Who are you asking? Eleventh Ridge Master?"

Lin Wu nodded.

The old man said, "Since you know that the Eleventh Ridge Master has his own magical weapon, don't you know that the Eleventh Ridge Master has been sleeping for hundreds of years and has never woken up, nor does he want to wake up. Even the four Ridge Masters who brought him into the Thirteen Ridges were unable to wake him up. He is also the most difficult of the thirteen Ridge Masters to get along with, and the one who is least likely to respond to requests from outsiders."

Lin Wu was stunned: "Why doesn't he want to wake up?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know. I'm not that familiar with the Eleventh Ridge Master."

Lin Wu asked, "Then why do you say that he is the least likely among all the mountain masters to respond to requests from outsiders?"

The old man looked at Lin Wu with a subtle expression, as if he had some reservations, but he finally chose to tell her.

"Because the Eleventh Ridge Master is ruthless and loveless."

"ah?"

"His life-defining magical weapon is a Sansheng Stone made from his heart."

The old man sighed, "The day the magic weapon was completed, he had no heart. Moreover, he cut out his own heart with his own hands."

Lin Wu was surprised. He didn't expect that the magic weapon of the Eleventh Ridge Lord came from this way.

The human heart can actually be made into a magical weapon? ?

The old man said, "Girl, if you really have a wish that must be fulfilled, you might as well ask other mountain masters for help. The Eleventh Mountain Master is ruthless, he will not pity other creatures and will not wake up if they respond to his request."

Lin Wu frowned. Why did the master ask her to find the eleventh ridge master? And she had clearly succeeded thirteen years ago, which led to the subsequent events. Did she succeed by finding another ridge master?

She asked, "May I ask if any other mountain masters have a magic weapon that can produce an independent and complete soul body that is not rejected by the heavenly way?"

"No." The old man looked at her in surprise, as if he didn't expect her to ask for this. "Only the Three Life Stone of the Eleventh Ridge Master can do it."

Lin Wu had a headache.

Only the Eleventh Ridge Master could do it, so how on earth did she ask the Eleventh Ridge Master to agree?

At this time, the water boiled by the old man boiled, and he came over with a bowl and poured the water.

Lin Wu stood up and held out his hand, "Thank you, I'll do it."

The old man was about to say something, but suddenly stopped when he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

"What's that on your hand?"

Lin Wu took a look and saw that the other party was referring to the string.

"Something my master gave me."

The old man looked a little strange: "Your master?"

Lin Wu nodded, and she became more energetic. She couldn't meet the Eleventh Ridge Master, but maybe her master could? Lin Wu said, "My master is called Mo Chuan. He wears a mask and has long white hair. Um... there are often bells and turquoise hanging on his hair. He said they are magic tools. This bracelet of mine was made by him with his own hair. He is also quite tall, and his magic is particularly powerful."

Lin Wu originally wanted to describe Mo Chuan's appearance, but she had never seen him before, so she had to show the old man the magic that Mo Chuan taught her, thinking that the old man should be able to recognize him accurately from the source of the magic.

Who knew the old man's face would turn strange.

"I have only seen this technique on one person."

"But you said that his name was Mochuan, and he wore a mask, and he gave you his hair, and styled it like what you said...?"