Chapter 1285： Wanliugu

"Guests from afar, welcome you!"

Just as Ye Meng and others followed the soldiers, after entering the valley, an old man greeted a large group of people.

The old man wore a cloth robe, his face was childish, and he looked quite dusty.

Upon seeing this, Ye Meng and others wiped a look of surprise on their faces.

Rumor has it that this ancient wasteland is a Jedi, and even powerful monsters cannot survive, but these people in front of them actually live in the ancient wasteland?

"Valley Lord!"

When the captain and soldiers saw the old man, they all respectfully saluted the old man.

"Thank you!"

The old man nodded, and immediately waved back the captain and the soldiers.

"Everyone, come in!"

The next moment, the old man looked at Ye Meng and others with a pleasant smile again.

Ye Meng heard this, without even thinking about it, he stepped forward Shi Shiran.

The Jiang brothers, Liu Feifei's three daughters, and Shen Hongye quickly followed after seeing them.

There are many buildings in the valley, and every building is ingeniously crafted, or built against a mountain, or suspended in the air, or standing on a cliff, which looks full of fantastic ideas.

When everyone saw this, they were amazed.

Seeing the faces of the people, the old man seemed to know what they were thinking, so he said with a smile.

"These buildings are all designed by the capable men and women of the Valley of Ten Thousand Streams. Each building is full of the wisdom of the ancestors!"

Hearing what the old man said, Ye Meng thought secretly in his heart.

"Ten Thousand Stream Valley? Is this valley called Thousand Stream Valley?"

Ye Meng and everyone had never heard of the name of the Valley of Ten Thousand Streams.

At this moment, the old man opened his mouth again.

"In the past few years, many people from the outside world have broken into my Ten Thousand Flowing Valley one after another, but it has also made my Ten Thousand Flowing Valley people prosper!"

As soon as this remark came out, Ye Meng and others were stunned.

Listening to the meaning of the old man's words, it seems that those martial arts who entered the ancient realm of the wasteland, none of them died, but were left in this valley of ten thousand streams?

While talking, the old man led everyone into a quaint pavilion.

The pavilion is surrounded by water on three sides and is surrounded by exotic flowers and grasses. The breeze blows in and the fragrance of the flowers is refreshing.

"Everyone, please sit down!"

The old man stretched out his hand and gestured to everyone to sit down.

After sitting down, a group of graceful maids, dressed in light veils, filed in.

They all carry plates of fresh fruits and vegetables in their hands.

"These fruits and vegetables are all the special products of my Ten Thousand Stream Valley, but the outside world cannot eat them!"

The old man said with a smile, with a hint of arrogance in his words.

Obviously, he is very proud of his Ten Thousand Stream Valley.

Ye Meng honestly grabbed the fruits and vegetables in the plate, and bit down.

A sweet juice poured into his mouth instantly.

"Yes, delicious!"

The taste of these unknown fruits and vegetables was unexpectedly good, which made Ye Meng very satisfied.

Seeing Ye Meng's food with relish, although everyone was a little greedy, no one moved the fruits and vegetables on the table.

Seeing this, the old man didn't take it seriously, just with a faint smile.

"Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is wild..."

Suddenly, a burst of Lang Lang's reading sounded suddenly, from far to near!

After everyone heard it, they couldn't stop looking at the sound.

But I saw a bamboo raft with a simple shape, slowly drifting along the water.

On the bamboo raft, five or six boys about the same age as Ye Meng sat steadily.

Each of them held a book in their hands.

At the front end of the bamboo raft, there was a middle-aged scholar who looked forty years old with a beautiful beard!