Ying'er flew very lightly in the forest, but it was a bit difficult for Tang Zixuan and Xiaotian to follow. The path they took was not a flat road. The forest path was muddy and bumpy, with huge rocks standing there. It was already rugged and difficult to walk, not to mention
The two of them were exhausted, and they were carrying one person and one fox.
"How about we take a rest first." Ying'er stopped thoughtfully.
Xiaotian gasped and fell to the ground.
"Oops!" A high-pitched voice came from under his butt, which scared Xiaotian to the point where he jumped up again.
I saw a colorful little mushroom raised its head and glared at Xiaotian, "Get out of the way!"
"I'm sorry!" Xiaotian took a step back obediently.
"Humph!" Little Mushroom bumped into Xiaotian angrily, and then jumped away, leaving only a retreating figure.
Xiaotian turned around with a confused look on his face, while Ying'er said with a smile: "Be careful next time."
"Oh." Xiaotian nodded carelessly, and then he carefully looked at his feet to make sure there was no living thing before he sat down.
Then, Xiaotian pointed to the trees around him, "Are these trees alive too?"
"Some are spirits, and some are just ordinary trees." Ying'er said and sat on Xiaotian's lap.
"It's really magical here!" Xiaotian sighed. Then he pointed to the small houses on the top of the big tree and asked: "Did you build those? Do you all live in the trees?"
Ying'er followed Xiaotian's finger and looked over, then smiled: "Well, some spirit tribes like to live in trees, like my house is built on a tree, but there are also many spirit tribes who like to build houses on the ground. Chief
My home is on the ground. I will take you to the old patriarch’s house later, and you will stay with him temporarily for the next few days.”
"Then I'm sorry to bother you. We will leave when my friend wakes up." Tang Zixuan said rather embarrassed. He originally thought that this trip would be considered a visit to relatives, but he didn't expect that it would end up being so embarrassing.
"It doesn't matter. Honghong's friends are my friends. The old patriarch is very nice and he will definitely welcome you. We haven't had any guests here for a long time." Ying'er said happily.
"Do you have a good relationship with Honghong? Isn't Honghong a demon?" Tang Zixuan was a little curious about this, and finally asked.
Ying'er smiled and said: "Although Honghong is a demon, she has been raised by the saint since she was a child. We grew up together, so we are also very good friends."
Listening to what Ying'er meant, she didn't seem to have much hostility towards the saint, so Tang Zixuan asked tentatively: "What about... the saint?"
Ying'er frowned when she heard this, "She left." After saying this, Ying'er suddenly remembered something and asked quickly: "Honghong left with the saint at the beginning, have you seen the saint?
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Tang Zixuan was afraid that Xiaotian would spill the beans, so he immediately replied: "No."
Ying'er lowered her head in despair and sighed, "Hey, the saint has been gone for more than ten years, and I don't know when she will come back. I miss her so much."
Ying'er's attitude made Tang Zixuan puzzled. Is it difficult for her to know anything about what happened back then?
"Don't you know why she left?" Tang Zixuan asked.
"Of course I know, didn't I just leave with a man?" Ying'er seemed to know why Tang Zixuan asked this question. She sighed and said, "I know, everyone in the village is scolding her, saying that she shouldn't
Abandoning us, as a saint from the Spirit Race, we shouldn’t do such things. But I don’t think so. The saint has always been very good to us. She has done a lot for us, and she also has the right to choose what she likes.
Life, I don’t think she is at fault.”
Tang Zixuan didn't expect Ying'er to say this. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a shallow smile, and said: "It's rare for you to think like this..."
Ying'er suddenly looked at Tang Zixuan and said suspiciously: "The man who took the Saint away was also named Tang, and your surname is Tang... Could you guys..."
"Really? What a coincidence..." Tang Zixuan smiled awkwardly. He didn't know how to explain it for a moment. Could he have been guessed?
Ying'er's eyes rolled, and she looked at Tang Zixuan again, as if she wanted to see through him.
"What's wrong?" Tang Zixuan asked forcefully.
Ying'er immediately shook her head, "It's nothing, I just think it's quite a coincidence."
Tang Zixuan originally wanted to say something more, but he didn't dare to continue asking. He would be wrong if he missed it, and Honghong and Xiaohua would have no place to recuperate.
He simply changed the topic and asked again: "Isn't there a maze outside? Honghong said there wasn't one before. Aren't you afraid that the saint wants to come back but can't?"
"How is it possible? Who is our Saint? How can a mere maze of formations stop her!" Ying'er squeezed her pink fist and was very dissatisfied with Tang Zixuan's question, and then she explained: "That maze of formations is to stop her!"
I don’t know why, but demons have always come to harass us in recent years, so the clan leader set up the maze outside the village."
"In the end, we were blocked from the outside." Xiaotian pursed his lips, and his tone was quite unhappy. After all, Honghong almost died and Xiaohua was unconscious. He was somewhat expressing his anger.
"I didn't ask you to come." Ying'er rolled her eyes at Xiaotian and showed no sign of weakness.
"Honghong invited us here, but he was trapped inside and almost lost his life." Xiaotian used Honghong as a shield.
Ying'er suddenly lost her temper and asked, "Did Honghong get injured like this in the maze?"
"Yes, the injury I just suffered is still warm." Xiaotian nodded.
Ying'er pursed her lips and muttered: "You useless fox, you can't even get out of the maze. You have followed the saint for so many years."
Xiaotian accepted it as soon as it was good and didn't say anything else. After all, he was still on his territory.
"Enough rest, let's set off." Ying'er said and flew into the air, urging the two of them to get up.
Tang Zixuan carried Gu Wenyu on his back again, Xiaotian also hugged Honghong, and they continued on their way.
After walking for a long time, we finally arrived at the village. This village hidden in the mountains is no different from an ordinary village. There are thatched houses, wooden houses, and stone houses, all scattered in an orderly manner.
The only difference is that the residents living here are like tree people, some are like monsters, some have completely elemental bodies, and some are no different from humans.
When Ying'er led Tang Zixuan and others into the village, they immediately attracted everyone's attention, not because they were human beings, but because there had been no outsiders here for many years.
Ying'er only made a brief introduction and took Tang Zixuan and the others straight to the old patriarch's home.
The old patriarch's home is a house built of wood, which looks quite big. There is a small courtyard in front of the house, where many flowers and plants are planted, but these flowers and plants are just ordinary plants and do not produce spiritual wisdom.