The autumn wind blows by, and the leaves make a "rustling" sound, which is very pleasant and quiet. Occasionally, a few yellow leaves break free from the shackles of the tree and dance with the autumn wind, like beautiful yellow butterflies.
At this time, a man and a woman walked through the forest, looking quite romantic.
Jiang Xiaofan and Bing Xin left the small teahouse. Bing Xin still said nothing, and Jiang Xiaofan also remained quiet, just following her. Although he didn't know what Bing Xin was going to do, he couldn't leave her alone and leave her. At least they could get to know her and be friends.
There is still half a month before the core competition of Huangtianmen. Jiang Xiaofan is not worried about the time problem. At his current speed, it only takes half a day to get to Huangtianmen from here.
"Bing Xin, where are you going?"
I don’t know how long it took, but Jiang Xiaofan finally couldn’t bear it anymore.
Bing Xin is very beautiful. She is so beautiful that it is definitely the dream of many men to be able to be with such a woman. But Jiang Xiaofan felt a little weird. He always felt a little awkward when he was alone with Bing Xin like this.
"Xiaoyu Village." Bing Xin's words were simple and clear.
Jiang Xiaofan was stunned and said, "You didn't go for that thing too, did you?"
"yes."
"Forehead… "
Jiang Xiaofan was immediately speechless, a little embarrassed, and really wanted to slap himself.
When he met Bing Xin in a small teahouse before, he made a well-founded guess and concluded that Bing Xin could not come from the rare treasure. But now, Bing Xin actually told him personally that she was the one who left, which made Jiang Xiaofan extremely depressed. He suddenly thought of a very serious question, was he really an idiot
He hates this idea!
The scorching sun hung on the sky. Three hours later, the two stopped on a thick branch. In front of them was a remote village with dozens of families, many of whom had already gathered.
"Back again..."
Jiang Xiaofan felt a little emotional.
Jiang Xiaofan was very familiar with the village in front of him. It was the first place he settled after coming to this world. No, it should be said that he was thrown out of the void and landed in this small village without his own control. .
Ziwei may really be a source of life, with a long heritage that cannot be traced back to its era. The trees in this world are surprisingly thick. Compared to the aqua star on the other side of the starry sky, an ordinary tree here is much thicker than the so-called prehistoric ancient trees there, and its roots are incomparable.
Jiang Xiaofan sat down leaning against the tree pole and glanced at the small village in front of him. There was a bit of excitement there, and many villagers had expressions of nervousness and awe on their faces. Therefore, at this moment, there are many cultivators in this village. In the eyes of these ordinary villagers, these cultivators are undoubtedly superior. They are in awe and are very careful.
"Is there a man named Leng who came here back then? Are his descendants still there?"
A cultivator came forward and asked the villagers in this place.
"Well, I don't know. We don't have anyone named Leng here."
Many villagers were called out and seemed very nervous. They spoke very respectfully. Many people did not dare to express their anger for fear of offending these people. The consequences were not something they could bear.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, two faint lights of fire rushed towards the sky, leaving two long tails in the void. Not long after, two divine rainbows fell down and rolled up a trail of smoke and dust on the ground. They were two very young men.
Jiang Xiaofan tilted his head, looking at the two people landing from the sky, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
These two people are both inner disciples of Ziyang Sect, and one of them is Wang Ao. It must be said that his talent is indeed good, and he is already at the first level of Juechen. The other person was Murong Ling. Jiang Xiaofan shook his head when he saw it. He unexpectedly met this person again in the same place. It was really a different kind of fate.
"Oh, this kid Wang Ao is back, and the immortal in our village is back!"
"The Wang family has really accumulated great virtues from their ancestors, and they actually gave birth to an immortal."
"I've always said that this kid Wang Ao is extraordinary, and sure enough, the Wang family's ancestral tomb is smoking!"
Wang Ao grew up here, and his arrival naturally attracted the attention of the villagers. Each of these people gathered around, and the tense atmosphere suddenly weakened a lot. The immortal cultivator from their own village had returned.
As for Murong Ling, they respected him even more, because it was Murong Ling and another young woman who introduced Wang Ao into the ranks of immortal cultivators. It can be said that Wang Ao is what he is today, almost entirely because of Murong Ling.
Some of the surrounding cultivators also turned their gazes, and some made slight exclamations. Of course they were not surprised because of Wang Ao, but because of Murong Ling standing next to him, and even more because of the Ziyang Sect behind him.
Murong Ling came here this time, naturally because of that thing. He came out to redeem himself and perform meritorious service. It happened that Wang Aoshen grew up in this village, so Murong Ling took him with him. For this trip, Wang Ao would be more or less helpful, and at the same time, he would be allowed to come back to visit relatives.