This little boy's surname is stone, and everyone else calls him as a stone.
When the stone brought Mo Que to the place, Mo Que knew that the fairy sister in his mouth was not a living creature, but a painting.
This painting is worshiped in a new temple in the village. There are also supplies such as chicken, duck fruits in front of the painting. It seems that it is indeed respected by people in the village.
"Brother, do you see, is the fairy sister very beautiful?" The stone was simple, and the eyes were full of worship.
Mo Que touched his head and looked at the painting. I didn't feel anything at the beginning, but I looked at it a few more times, but I felt that the people's eyebrows seemed to be familiar.
"Stone, who draws this painting?" He felt a bit similar to his woman in the painting.
"It was painted by Mr. Teaching in the village. Only he could draw in the village." The stone was curious, but he answered truthfully.
"Then you said that this fairy sister came to the village, when is it?" Mo Que asked again.
"Well ... don't remember!" Shito would not be a day when he was young, he held his fingers seriously, but found that it didn't seem to be enough.
Mo Que, so let the stone take him to find the teacher.
It was a middle -aged scribe with a elegant smile on his face. When the stone saw him, he was very happy.
"It's rare to come to the village, please sit up." The middle -aged scribes gave the stone a sugar, let the stone play on the side, and then sat down to entertain Mo Que.
"Mr. Xie." Mo Que was about to sit down. The middle -aged scribes suddenly patted, palm out of the wind, and shocked Mo Qian's chest.
With a bang, Mo Que didn't avoid it.
"You really are not a secular person." Middle -aged scribes recovered their hands and smiled bitterly.
From the palm of the side, Mo Que felt that there was a slight vitality in his body. It seemed to have a certain amount of repair, but it was very low.
"Why try me?" Mo Que was not angry, and asked calmly.
"Although you only see that you have a breath, but every time you step by, the dust is not raised, and I know you are unusual." The middle -aged scribes said truthfully.
Although Mo Que has blocked the power of martial arts and does not attract the power of heaven and earth, it has reached his realm today. Some things are cost -effective, and each action is faintly integrated into the world, so this phenomenon will be there.
This middle -aged scribes, who had left the village when I was young, learned some practice methods.
But the way of cultivation was too difficult. He desperately cultivated, only to cultivate the first realization of the Yuan Dynasty, and he was discouraged, and returned to the village.
There are mortals in this village. Only then did he see that Mo Qian had cultivation, but he was deliberately hidden, so he shot a shot.
"I'm not malicious." Mo Que knew that he was just worried about the safety of the village. He said: "Here, I just want to ask what is going on in the village's worship?"
Middle -aged scribes also realize that with the strength of Mo, if there is maliciousness, you can easily slaughter the village, so you don't hide it.
That happened a few months ago. The village faced a huge disaster at the time.
At that time, the village even rained in the next month, and the flood accumulated upstream. Once the outbreak, it was necessary to swallow the old and the old school in the entire village.
Although the middle -aged scribes have been cultivated, they are too weak to stop at all.
Seeing that the old and primary schools in a village are buried under the torrent. At this time, a woman descended from the sky, and with its strong strength, she blocked the littering floods, so that the flood was diverted.
The people in the village have never seen the outside world, and the woman respects the heavenly fairy, but only the middle -aged scribes know that the woman is a powerful practice.
However, he did not say that it was broken, and the village was indeed survived under the shelter of that woman.
After that, the people in the village were grateful to the woman's grace, so they asked this scribe to paint a picture, put them in the temple, and worship it from time to time.
"That woman, but looks like this?" Mo Qian led a trace of power to enter the body, outlined the appearance of a woman with vitality, and lifelike.
"It is indeed her." Middle -aged Smarts shocked: "Do you know her?"
Mo Qian's vitality of his fingertips, silent for a while, neither acknowledged nor denying it, but just turned his head to look at the distant air.
When Taichu opened, she no longer knew and didn't know where to go.
Calculating according to time, a few months ago, it was when Taichu opened, it turned out that she had left the chaos at that time and came here.
"When I treat me, he is proud of the state, and I am a white head with you!" He murmured this sentence in his heart, and the taste in his heart was unknown.
In the chaotic zone, people in various domains, who wanted to defeat her, marry the daughter of the Emperor of the Immortal Domain, and humiliate the Xianyu Baizhou.
people.
This is because he is ashamed in his heart.
At that time, the young and frivolous, could not be a life, and said that kind of words to her.
However, she didn't seem to want to be affected by his feelings, and did not want to borrow him to block people in various domains. Before he resigned, he never responded with the jade rune.
"Yun Yanlan, why do you hide from me?" Mo Que's heart had an indescribable taste. I didn't understand why the emperor, why did it suddenly.
He sat quietly for a long time, and then asked, "Can you know, where did she go?"
Middle -aged scribes shook their head: "After she rescued the village, she did not leave, but left directly."
With the strength of Yun Yanlan, go high and go high. In their eyes, how can he know?
"Oh!" Somehow, Mo Que's heart was a little uncomfortable. It seemed that Yun Yanlan didn't say goodbye, and he was missing, and there was some kind of relationship with him.
"Fear, leave." He didn't want to continue staying, stood up, and left.
"You!" The middle -aged scribes were hesitant, and then seemed to have the courage, suddenly said, and said, "Can you take the stone away?"
"Stone?" Mo Que looked at the stone playing alone, and said, "Why take him away?"
Middle -aged Smarts: "The stone is short long, and his strength is high. If you are willing to take the stone away, he may have a line of vitality!"
He seemed to know that this kind of powerful person was proud, so when he raised this request, it was obviously insufficient.
"Shortly for life?" Mo Que looked at the stone, but couldn't see any abnormalities.
"Oh!" The words have been said, the middle -aged scribes are no longer hesitant, and decided to say the original committee, saying: "Although the stone looks normal on weekdays, as long as it is noon every day, it will fall asleep and wake up.
The longer you come, I feel that if it goes on, one day, he may never wake up again! "
"This will be like this every day?" Mo Que suddenly moved, and said, "You call him over and let me see."