The dusk is lovely, the cool breeze blows, and the fragrance of peach blossoms makes people almost intoxicated.
As soon as he mentioned the village chief, he really started to walk. His walking steps seemed much heavier than before.
Su Fan smiled at the old man and asked, "Senior, do you have anything to do this time?"
The village chief looked solemn, glanced at Han Xiaoyue, and motioned for her to leave.
Han Xiaoyue was very obedient. She glanced at Su Fan and walked back the way the village chief came.
After Han Xiaoyue disappeared, the village chief said, "What on earth are you doing here?"
Su Fan smiled helplessly and said: "Junior has already explained that I came here unintentionally because I was being hunted."
The village chief lowered his head, thinking about something heavy, which made him look very uneasy.
"The holy spring is about to dry up." The village chief seemed to think for a long time before making up his mind to say this.
Su Fan's heart moved. Although he had never seen the holy spring, judging from the words between the village chief and Han Xiaoyue, the holy spring was almost the lifeblood of everyone in Taohua Creek. If it dried up at this moment, it would mean that the whole village
Human life ends.
Su Fan was surprised: "When did it happen?"
The village chief seemed to be greatly shocked and said in a very low voice: "Just a few days ago."
Su Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, I just got here."
The village chief said: "Then when do you think you arrived?"
Su Fan suddenly remembered that he was in a coma before. Naturally, he didn't know when he appeared here. Maybe he had been in a coma here for several years.
The village chief continued: "Someone came here a few days ago."
Su Fan said: "I know."
The village chief's pupils shrank, and he wanted to say something, but he seemed to remember something again, and just said: "That's when you were saved by me."
Su Fan said: "Isn't she the Peach Blossom Saint?"
The village chief trembled and said, "I really shouldn't have let Xiaoyue look at you. He told you everything."
The first half of a sentence is obviously angry, but the second half becomes relaxed. How helpless is this.
The village chief continued: "The Peach Blossom Saint just told me to save you, but I actually met you, and it seems that those people were also killed by you."
Su Fan said casually: "Who are those people?"
The village chief suddenly became angry and said: "Those are a group of robbers who came to rob our holy spring."
Su Fan was stunned. These words were surprisingly similar to Han Xiaoyue's. Could it be that if he asked a villager like this, he would get the same answer.
Su Fan continued to ask: "What is the holy spring?"
The village chief's expression suddenly changed, and he said with great piety: "The holy spring is the lifeblood of the entire village of Taohua Creek."
Su Fan had no choice but to stop asking, because no matter how he asked, the answers he got were so useless.
The village chief sighed and said: "Now that the holy spring has dried up, can you go with me to see the last glory?"
Su Fan did not answer the village chief's invitation and asked, "Who is the Peach Blossom Saint?"
The village chief pondered for a long time, seeming to be searching for long-lost memories, or thinking about stories told by his ancestors.
"The Peach Blossom Saint, she is the guardian of Peach Blossom Creek."
Such a sentence is enough to show the sanctity of this saint in the hearts of the villagers.
The village chief suddenly said again: "It's just that the saint hasn't spoken for a thousand years, but a few days ago... she actually passed down words about you."
Su Fan asked curiously: "What about me?"
The village chief looked troubled, obviously he couldn't say this.
Su Fan smiled and said, "Let's go to the Holy Spring to have a look." Although he said it lightly and just had a look, he was extremely sad and angry in his heart. The drying up of the Holy Spring was not only the pain of the villagers of Taohuaxi, but also Su Fan's.
pain.
That means that he will never have the chance to recover his cultivation, because all his meridians will be destroyed, and he will be worse than his previous mediocre qualifications.
It was absolutely impossible for him to give up and stop practicing after working hard for hundreds of years.
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The night is deep.
The two of them walked through a peach forest and came to a peach forest. The peach blossoms had fallen all over the ground and the trees were almost bare.
Su Fan could feel the village chief's trembling body, showing waves of uneasiness and tension.
After walking a few dozen steps, we saw a small pavilion, and the moonlight just shone in the water of the pavilion.
Through the moonlight, it can be seen that Tan Guo is indeed much smaller. He was so much taller before.
Tan Shui does not have the fragrance of peach blossom wine, let alone the aura.
Su Fan suddenly asked: "What is the use of this spring water."
The village chief said: "People here have been drinking the water from the holy spring for generations, and they never get sick and live longer."
Su Fan secretly thought that drinking the spring water that takes away spiritual energy will naturally have such effects, but it is not enough for monks to fight for it. The reason why those people are judged to be monks is because mortals basically have no chance to come here.
However, Su Fan couldn't determine what effect it had.
Su Fan continued to ask: "Is there any connection between the holy spring and the peach tree?"
The village chief pondered for a moment and said: "When there is a holy spring, there are peach trees."
Su Fan seemed to be thinking as he put his hand into the holy spring, and a biting chill flowed into his heart.
The village chief shouted: "No, be careful."
While talking, he quickly pulled Su Fan aside and asked in panic: "Are you okay?"
Su Fan looked pale and thought to himself, if his physique had not changed slightly due to years of practice, the coldness entering his body would definitely hurt his bones.
Su Fan waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter."
The village chief looked at Su Fan in shock, as if he was looking at the loyalty of a senior who was countless generations above him.
The village chief whispered: "You..."
Su Fan said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I have practiced in the sect for several years, so I can still withstand the cold."
This was said very cleverly. It did not indicate whether he was in the cultivation sect or the Jianghu sect, so he did not deceive his benefactor and concealed his identity.
The village chief had some understanding and said: "So that's it. No wonder this spring water, which is fatal if you touch it, can't hurt you."
Su Fan smiled calmly and continued: "How is peach blossom wine brewed?"
The village chief smiled and said: "Just use the water from the holy spring, add peach blossoms and leave it for a few days, and it will be fine."
Su Fan sighed secretly, no wonder the stream smelled like your wine.
Su Fan then asked: "If something like this happens, does the saint have any instructions?"
The village chief was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "The only instruction the saint has given in the past thousand years is to you."
Su Fan glanced at the village chief, showed a strange smile, turned around and jumped into the holy spring.
The village chief asked in surprise: "What are you doing?...You."
After a while, only a ripple was left in the holy spring, and the human figure was gone.
The village chief looked astonished and sighed: "The saint said that only you can save Taohuaxi, so this is all I can do."
"They're coming to kill... They're coming to kill. Village chief, run away."
A harsh sound came, and the village chief's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran towards the outside of the peach forest.