The villagers in the village were quite simple and hospitable, and warmly entertained Xuanwei and his party.

The aunt by the river brought a basket of eggs, Uncle Hashio brought a pheasant, and the children of several families in the east brought bowls of hot home-cooked food from home......

The table full of dishes moved Fang Qing, Yuan Yu and other group members.

To be honest, the dishes on this table are not exquisite, and some of them are even reluctant to be served by the pampered group members in the big city, but they understand that this is probably the best hospitality the villagers can offer!

A few children hid behind their parents, their eyes staring directly at the dishes on the table, their fingers in their mouths, and they looked greedy.

The child's parents lowered their bodies and said a few words to the child, and then greeted Xuanwei and the others more and more enthusiastically, and they couldn't help but show a little relieved smile on their faces when they saw everyone feasting.

Perhaps, only this kind of paradise-like small village will retain such a simple folk custom, right?

After eating and drinking, the group was arranged to stay and rest in the villagers' homes.

"This Dao Master, you and your two disciples will live in the old man's house tonight, it just so happens that there is still a vacant room in the house. The old village chief on crutches said to Xuanwei.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, then it's troublesome for the old man!" Xuan Wei didn't refuse, and led the two disciples to bow down to the old village chief.

The old village chief smiled charitantly and led the master and apprentice of Xuanwei towards his home.

The village chief's house is located on the west side of the village, and the surrounding houses are relatively sparse, and many of the old houses are dilapidated, and they do not look like they are inhabited.

"At the beginning, this area was very lively, and everyone liked to play two games of chess under this tree at night and chat in the shade. It's a pity that those old guys are no longer there, and only the old man is left!" When passing by a big locust tree, the old village chief pointed to the stone bench and stone table under the tree with emotion.

The stools and tables are simply polished from the stones that can be seen everywhere, practical but not beautiful, and the stool surfaces and tabletops are quite smooth, thinking that it has been quite a long time, and only then has they become smooth as a mirror under the erosion of wind and rain.

"Grandpa, do you live alone?" asked Mingye innocently.

The old village looked at Ming Ye dotingly, and said slowly: "The old man lives with his little grandson, he is about the same age as you, you should be able to be good friends!"

To be reasonable, tomorrow night is beyond his age, and after worshipping under the Xuanwei Sect, he is almost already a person from two different worlds with his peers, and it is a little reluctant to want to play together.

Ordinary children are interested in toys, cartoons and games, but tomorrow night, they will be able to talk about cultivating the Tao, practicing the Fa, and reading the scriptures.

"Well, I like to make friends the most!" said Ming Ye obediently.

This is not a hypocrisy, nor is it hypocrisy, but a manifestation of maturity in the world.

In a sense, as long as you are willing to magnify your naïve side a little bit tomorrow night, you can still make friends with your peers!

"Hypocrisy!" Qinglian pouted her head in disdain, muttering in a low voice.

It's just that there seems to be a hint of sourness in the words.

Alas, this is also something that can't be helped, just looking at the appearance, Qinglian and Mingye are both pleasing to people, but Qinglian's character, except for some people with special hobbies, I am afraid that they will prefer the well-behaved and sensible Mingye.

"Uncle, have all the young people in the village gone out to work?" asked Xuanwei.

When Fang was eating, Xuan Wei found that there were very few young people in the village, most of them were old people and children.

"Yes, young people yearn for the world of flowers outside!" said the old man with some loss.

If you think about it carefully, it's actually quite ridiculous, the young people in the village yearn for the world outside, but the young people outside also want to have such a simple and indisputable paradise.

I just don't know, more and more young people go to the outside world, and there are fewer and fewer old people in the village, will one day, this village be completely deserted?

The old man was talking to himself, and it wasn't until he walked to an earthen embryo house that he turned to Xuan Wei and the others and said, "The old man's home is here!"

The village chief's house must have been repaired in recent years, and it looks much more spacious and neat, especially after seeing those dilapidated houses that are about to collapse along the way, they look tall and tall.

No, next to the village chief's house, there is a low and narrow house.

The mud and thatch walls were cracked, the wooden doors were pitted, and the roof of the house had collapsed into a large hole.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was crumbling, and perhaps with a slight thrust on the wall twice, the room would collapse completely.

"Wow, that's a lot of flowers!" said Tomorrow Night.

The courtyard in front of the dilapidated house was covered with colorful flowers, which were mixed with the weeds, and they were still very eye-catching.

"Hehe, in the past, there were a lot of flowers there, and every year when the flowers bloomed, a large number of children would go to the courtyard to play. The old village chief looked at the courtyard next door, as if reminiscing about the bygone years.

"Grandpa, what about the owner of that house, it would be a pity if the grass grew in such a beautiful courtyard!" said Ming Ye with regret.

The village chief let out a long sigh and replied, "The owner of the house is an old friend of mine, who has been in the ground for more than ten years!"

Seeing that the village chief's expression was a little gloomy tomorrow night, he hurriedly spoke: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I don't know ......"

"You little doll, you are really sensible! In life, everyone has the day when they are buried in the earth, and the old decay has lived for seventy or eighty years, can't you still see this?" The old village chief touched Mingye's head and said with a smile.

"Grandpa, you will definitely live a long life!" said Ming Ye sweetly.

The old village chief smiled even more happily, looking at the doting eyes of Ming Ye, it was even closer than looking at his own grandson!

Streaming down~~~

As he spoke, there was a sound in his ears.

Everyone followed the sound, and a yellow shadow shuttled through the weeds in the courtyard next door, and then it made a sound.

"Hey, it's the fox!" exclaimed Mingye.

Isn't that yellow shadow the same fox I saw outside the village before, lying in front of the dirt bag!

The fox walked through the weeds, went around to the side of the house, kicked his legs on the ground, and leaped into the house through a small window.

"Oh, it's the little fox coming home!" the old village chief didn't seem surprised.

"Grandpa, do you know this fox?" said Ming Ye curiously.

"It's a long story, come, I'll tell you slowly when I get old and old when I enter the house. The old village chief nodded, walked to his door and took a look twice.

A short time later, someone inside the house opened the deadbolt.

"Grandpa, you're back!" opened the door to a little boy with pigtails and a crayon in his hand.