Youshui Village is located in a remote corner of Beisheng. There is a river in the village called Youshui, and the village is named after it.
All the villagers here depend on the quiet water, which is clear and unpolluted.
They don't have to go through all the trouble to dig wells, carry water, or have headaches about water sources.
So until one day more than ten years ago.
A certain Taoist robe immortal came here and predicted the coming of the evil day. He preached that the only way to resolve this disaster was to sacrifice a girl.
After using some more spells, the villagers were convinced of these things.
Qi Xi followed Yu Qian back to the village to rest.
Listen quietly and finish these simple summaries.
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
After a short stroll and rest, she felt much better, and her eyes returned to a noble and proud bright golden color.
"strangeness."
"Most of the demonic cultivators have fled and hid in the sand sea of the Western Desert. How can anyone reach the Northern Saint?"
Qi Xi fell into deep thought, which was something even the temple empress found strange.
The Western Desert Sand Sea is a vast and vast forbidden land where there are no rules and there are ferocious beasts or highly toxic gases everywhere.
Those hiding here are all desperadoes.
As for the demonic cultivators who have fallen into evil ways, they will definitely be killed by the people of the temple unless they flee to the sand sea of the Western Desert to survive.
Even in the Northern Holy Wasteland, there are still people from the temple stationed there.
For Qi Xi, this was difficult to understand and unreasonable.
If that's the case, that's it. But when she learned that there was even a ruins of a demon cultivator's tomb underground, she felt even more absurd.
"Here we are."
Right now.
Yu Qian suddenly stopped and said.
Qi Xi was slightly startled and looked straight ahead.
"Um?"
"We're here... Oh, is that your home?"
At the end of the dirt road, there is a two-story red brick house.
From the perspective of Zhongzhou and Dongyue, it may be shabby. But if it were in the Northern Holy Wasteland, it would be pretty good.
"ah?"
Yu Qian shook her head, pointed to another place, and said, "No, that's where grandma used to live..."
"My home is over there."
What she was pointing at was the neighboring thatched cottage.
“…”
Qi Xi was speechless for a moment, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed.
The thatched house was trembling, as if a strong wind could blow it down easily.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
Historically, the thatched house would be blown down every time there was a strong wind; if it rained heavily, the house would definitely leak.
The two of them continued walking forward and soon arrived at the door.
The sky has cleared up now. Although it rained heavily just now, luckily the house did not collapse.
"Sister Immortal, please rest in the yard for a while."
Yu Qian moved a chair over and said, "I'm going to make a cup of tea."
I'm used to hearing overt and covert sarcasm, fear, or weird words like "a thousand-year-old old woman."
Hearing the word "sister" at this moment, Qi Xi couldn't help but feel numb all over.
Too sensible.
Qi Xi lay lazily on the chair, his face looking content, his slightly raised chest rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing.
Under the leisurely white clouds, she felt so sleepy that she was about to fall asleep.
"Huh..."
He closed his eyes and yawned leisurely.
Half asleep and half awake, she noticed the movement coming from the distant graveyard, and she didn't need to think too much to know that it was all caused by Ye An.
For Ye An, she felt very relieved for some reason.
Not long after, Yu Qian brought tea.
"Immortal, the tea is ready."
She poured the tea, and the aroma of tea overflowed.
Although these teas are cheap, they are also the best in the village.
Most people of Qi Xi's level or age love drinking tea, but she is an exception.
Not only does he dislike drinking tea, he even has a terrible tendency to add sugar to his tea. If it were not for the sake of face in front of Yu Qian, she would definitely put a spoonful of sugar down.
Qi Xi picked up the tea cup, took a sip and said, "It's not bad."
"Hey..."
Yu Qian smiled in relief. She knew that her pot of tea would definitely not be able to satisfy Qi Xi's taste.
But after hearing Qi Xi's words, I felt really happy.
What young Yu Qian didn't know was that no matter how good the tea was, Qi Xi would not like it—unless sugar was added.
"By the way, Sister Immortal..."
Yu Qian stood aside, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "Can I ask a question?"
Qi Xi nodded casually and said, "What's the problem?"
"you you-"
Yu Qian said timidly: "Why are you afraid of ghosts?"
Hear this.
Qi Xi's fair and pretty face suddenly darkened, and her face was covered with black lines.
"Ah...! I was talking in my sleep just now."
Yu Qian realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly shut up and explained perfunctorily.
She was indeed so curious that she spoke out her innermost questions without giving it much thought.
It is said that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, not to mention that the other party is also an immortal.
Yu Qian, who had just escaped death and was still in shock, suddenly panicked.
In a panic, she quickly thought of a way to explain, and explained with an awkward smile: "How can an immortal be afraid of ghosts?"
"I understand, sister, you must have done it on purpose, deliberately giving that little brother a chance."
It would be better not to say this.
But when he said it, Qi Xi's face turned even darker.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly and her red lips parted slightly, but she was speechless and could only smile dumbly.
"I can't say I'm not afraid at all."
Qi Xi said it in a difficult to pronounce way. After thinking for a while, he added: "The most important thing is that I had a dream before."
"Dream?" Yu Qian was slightly confused.
Qi Xi explained casually: "I probably dreamed that I became one of those monsters, similar to... well, killing people and eating people everywhere - in short, it is indeed very scary."
Yu Qian was confused after hearing this, and the confusion in her eyes became even greater.
She thought for a long time, and then said something from her soul: "In that case, sister, aren't you still afraid of ghosts?"
“…”
Qi Xi was not very eloquent.
Having inherited the body of a demigod, she relies on her fists to do most of the talking.
At this moment, I was really stunned and speechless again.
"I can't say I'm not afraid at all."
Qixi repeated it again.
Yu Qian was stunned for a moment, then nodded as if she had some understanding, "Oh, I understand."
Qi Xi didn't know if she really understood.
But at least, you can say less.
"That's right."
Yu Qian said: "Let me tell you, there are no immortals who are really afraid of ghosts, right? No way."