After saying that, Qingyun subconsciously touched his chest, found nothing, and put down his hand again.

"What happened next? What happened next? Did you find a white fox in the cave?"

"Nanzhi is so smart. I did find a dying little white fox in the cave. Although it was still alive, it could no longer move or eat. But it was fortunate among misfortunes that I happened to be carrying

The potion prepared by my father, he said that this potion can not only help me cure my illness, but also fill my stomach, so I fed a little bit of it to the little white fox."

Hearing such a surprising thing, Yan Nanzhi's curiosity was naturally aroused. His heart felt itchy and he quickly asked:

"What kind of magical potion is this? Did you bring it with you? Brother Xiaoyun, give me some to try too!"

"I didn't bring it with me. Don't look for it. You have to try the medicine. You are such a greedy little cat. I guess the parents of the little white fox may have gone out to forage and encountered natural enemies. Or, there may be some other situation that happened before they took it away.

He was left alone in a cave, so he almost starved to death."

"Then what happened next?"

"Later, when I gave it some potion, it gradually woke up, but as soon as it opened its eyes, it struggled desperately in my arms. It probably wanted to run away, haha. Maybe it was frightened because it had never seen anyone before, so

I put it down, and then it wandered deep into the cave."

Listening to Qingyun's story, Yan Nanzhi did some magic and took out a few candied fruits from the purse at his waist, first handed them to Qingyun, and then threw another one into his mouth.

Qingyun couldn't resist Yan Nanzhi's enthusiasm, took a bite of the sweet candied fruit, and continued:

"When I saw it walking around on its own, I planned to leave. But then I thought that this little fox might have just been born, and it didn't know how to find food on its own. It would definitely starve to death, so I planned to take it back. Let's take it first.

When you grow up, you can wait until you can find food by yourself."

"What happened next? Did it resist with all its strength and didn't want to follow you?"

Yan Nanzhi said innocently.

"Do I look like a bad guy? You may not have thought that when I turned around, I found that it was following me, haha! So I told it what I just thought, and then I didn't care whether it listened or not.

Yes, I tried gently to pick it up again, but to my surprise, it really didn’t resist! It was the hot summer at that time, and I saw that the lotus in the wild pond in the mountains was blooming very beautifully, so I picked it up.

My name is Alian."

"It's so magical. It feels like those fantasy anecdotes told by storytellers in the town. By the way, how did you get home after leaving the cave? Wasn't it a heavy fog?"

Yan Nanzhi continued to ask curiously, but when he said this, Qingyun changed from his normal state and became a little stammered.

"This...this..."

"What's wrong? Tell me, haha. I understand. Uncle Yi must have been running all over the mountain in the middle of the night to find you, right? I knew you would be scolded a lot when you go back, haha!"

Yan Nanzhi smiled so hard that her branches trembled wildly, but her own imagination came to the rescue for Qingyun, making him smile noncommittally and stop talking.

In fact, Qingyun's story has not yet been finished. He did not tell the story of his father coming from the sky after leaving the cave, nor did he tell the story of how his father waved his hand and the thick fog retreated.

He knew that his father was by no means an ordinary person, or that his father was not a person at all, but what people had said since ancient times:

Fairy.

But he himself is so ordinary, so ordinary that he is even insignificant, so ordinary that he is as swaying in the wind as dust.

Because of his frailty, he has made his parents work hard since he was a child. Perhaps his father often goes out to find herbs that can cure his illness. And the illness that he is often tortured by cold poison may never be cured. He may be a drag on his father.

Throughout my life, even these little friends, there are still two mountain grandfathers.

Thinking of this, the pride that Qingyun had just felt disappeared.

"Why are you so stunned, Brother Xiaoyun!"

Yan Nanzhi slapped Qingyun hard, almost knocking her off the pile of wood.

"Oh, where did you get such strength? It hurts me to death. Why does it seem like your strength has increased a lot every time I see you?"

Qingyun rubbed his shoulders and complained.

"Ah, isn't it? I feel like I didn't put in much effort. Oh, you're too thin. Brother Xiaoyun, you should really eat more. You're quite tall, but you haven't gained much weight. I'll ask grandpa to give it to you another day.

Drink some other soup instead of drinking Uncle Yi's medicine all the time. I feel like your body hasn't changed much, hehe."

Yan Nanzhi smiled innocently, and then continued to face Qingyun in a sneaky way:

"Don't tell Tiezhu and the others! In fact, grandpa has also let me drink medicinal soup for a long time, saying it can improve my physical condition! He also taught me something else, which he said is a way to nourish qi! But

I guess it may be the inner strength and mental method practiced by those heroes, but I don’t understand it either. I’ll teach you another time when I learn it, brother Xiaoyun!”

"Yes, yes, my good sister, how dare I? I said it and I didn't get beaten to death by you, Yan Nuxia!"

Qingyun also made a joke about Yan Nanzhi, and the two started quarreling on the pile of wood. Poor Qingyun had been weak and sick since he was a child, and was no match for Yan Nanzhi. He was caught by her in a few strokes.

I can't move my wrist.

Time always slipped away inadvertently, and it was lunch time in a blink of an eye. Yan Nanzhi was a child at heart, rubbed his hungry belly, and asked slyly to Qingyun:

"Brother Xiaoyun, after saying so much just now, are you hungry? Hey, grandpa has guests over today, and he seems to have asked the third aunt next door to prepare a table of food and wine! I guess there are already ready-made ones at home, let's go and enjoy them.

Let’s have a meal~”

Qingyun was a little reluctant when he heard this and shook his head directly. After all, this was not very polite.

"Oh, you are joking, of course I know. I mean, we can go to the third aunt's house and eat before the food is served, hehe~"

Yan Nanzhi grinned at Qingyun, showing her cute little tiger teeth.

"This doesn't seem good. Guests are guests after all. Wouldn't it be a loss of hospitality? And..."

But before Qingyun could finish speaking, Yan Nanzhi directly took Qingyun's hand and ran back to his home like a hare in the mountains, muttering as he walked:

"Oh, brother Xiaoyun, you are not old yet, why are you as pedantic as my grandfather? Come on, hurry up, hurry up, you will not be able to eat anything if you are late!"

However, before the two of them approached the old man's house, they heard a loud bang. The two wooden doors of the house exploded and flew several feet away. At the same time, there was a noise in the house.

The depressing atmosphere can be felt from afar, and the air seems to be stagnant, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. It seems that someone is doing something inside.

But before Yan Nanzhi, a wild girl, could rush in and get mad, Qingyun grabbed her and covered her mouth with his other hand to prevent her from screaming. This showed that he was different from his usual

Alertness and decisiveness that are different from gentleness.

Qingyun understood that the person who could knock the wooden door away must be a person who knew martial arts. If his two children were to go up there, they would be rounded and squashed. It would be better to check the situation first and then find a way to notify the villagers.

help.

"Let's be careful and be patient."

Qingyun said in a deep voice. Seeing him talking like this, Yan Nanzhi also understood the key point, so he patiently began to listen to what the people inside were saying. So the two of them quietly hid outside the house not far away.

Behind the haystack, I secretly looked into the house.

I saw that there was only a square table in the room at this time, and all the small low tables used for the young people in the village to study and read were gone. Sitting next to the square table were two old men from the mountains and two young Taoist priests. The tables were empty.

There were no dishes, only a few cups and a pot of tea.

"Old man Liangshan, don't give you face. You are shameless. If you are wise, tell the real whereabouts of those two people who left in the end. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking you back today and shaving your vagina!"

The wooden door just now was a welcome gift, huh!"

The speaker was a young Taoist priest, about 20 years old, several years older than Qingyun and the others. He was not tall but extremely well-proportioned, and his brows were also very handsome.

However, the young man's unique anger seemed to be a little too strong, making his starry eyes look a bit aggressive.

As soon as these words came out, Yan Nanzhi was extremely angry. Fortunately, Qingyun stopped him, otherwise he would have rushed into the house early.

"Junior brother, please don't speak nonsense. The seniors from the two mountains have offended many people just now. My little junior brother speaks out in a hurry. Please forgive me, senior!"

The person speaking at this time was an older Taoist priest who was about thirty years old. He looked honest and honest. Although the Taoist robe was old, it was fresh and neat. His bun was simple but still Taoist style. He was holding a cup of tea.

I sincerely apologize.

Before the little Taoist priest next to him could fire, the man continued:

"Senior Liangshan, the place where the two last appeared more than ten years ago was Gufeng Town, and there is no Lingshan Mountain within a thousand miles of Gufeng Town except Yiren Mountain and Banren Mountain. You also know,

One of them is a peerless master in the Gui Ling Realm, and the other is just a hair short of reaching the Perfect Wind Realm. Unless they go to the forbidden place in the hinterland of the Hundred Thousand Mountains,

Otherwise there is no other place to go.”

The old man from Liangshan held a tea cup in one hand, his eyes slightly lowered, and he remained silent, as if the words of the elderly Taoist priest had fallen on deaf ears.

The Taoist priest was not angry and continued to talk to himself:

"Besides, the teleportation array closest to this place is also in Qianzhong City under the jurisdiction of Qingxutian. I believe that if these two people are not hiding in Yiren Mountain or Banren Mountain around here, they are hiding in some villages.

Here, as for the possibility of escape, it’s not that big.”

The older Taoist priest stared at the two old men meaningfully, and after a long while, he continued:

"Senior, you are also a long-famous Su Lao. Wouldn't it be a disgrace to your cultivation to live in this small mortal village? Isn't it that we, the cultivators, want to find a place to live that is full of spiritual energy and explore the mist?
Chapter completed!