The gods came to the Great Snow Mountain to look for things. He occasionally heard that Atalia was rich in snow dolls, especially in the Northwest Ridge, and the best vintage, so he wanted to try his luck here. He doesn't have a high rank in his own sect, but he issued a heavy reward for the snow doll in the master's mission, which caused him to be very moved.

The immortal cultivators went deep into the northwest interior of Ataria, and finally discovered the settlement area of the Pu clan. His cultivation may not be outstanding, but his mind is also very detailed, and he immediately sensed the strangeness of the mortal tribe being able to live in the snow-capped mountains, so he stopped to investigate, and by the way, he asked the locals to be his guide and help him catch some snow dolls and go back.

Daddy Pu was only nine years old this year, and although he was young, he was smart enough. He knew that in such a tribe where life was unchanged, only the sudden arrival of immortal cultivators was a variable, a variable that could improve his life, and he had already suffered enough of being displaced and sending people under the fence, so before the adults could speak, he volunteered to take the immortal cultivators up the mountain to capture the snow dolls. The adults in the village quit, and the immortal cultivators also thought he was young and frail, and wanted to hire others, but how did he know that Father Pu sneered: "In this Pu tribe, who else can be like me, who is not afraid of heat in summer and cold in winter, and walks on snow-capped mountains like covering the ground?"

The Pu people are also relatively straightforward, and when everyone is asked by him, they can't answer. Only then did the immortal cultivator know that the child in front of him still had some ability.

In fact, he has really seen snow dolls as a rare medicinal material on the snowy mountains. It's just that he is young, his legs are short, and his strength is weak. I can't catch it. But he remembered that he would exchange this thing for money in the future, so he looked at it carefully for a while, and knew quite a bit about its habits. Now take this immortal cultivator up the mountain. It was only half a month's work, and he used his experience to help him catch three snow dolls, one of which was more than 500 years old, and it was hard to find good goods to sell outside.

Immortal cultivators naturally want to reward him heavily. How could ordinary gold and silver be put in his eyes? This night, while drinking on the fire in the mountains, Father Pu drank the fine wine made by the monks. What he usually tastes is nothing more than the wine of a big family. I had to sneak into the small kitchen and take a sip or two when no one was around, where had I ever drunk such a good wine?

No matter how strong his physique is, he is only a nine-year-old child. After two glasses of spirits, my tongue grew bigger, and I almost couldn't even remember my father's and mother's surnames. But one of the things he remembered most clearly afterwards was that he actually borrowed the strength of wine. Tell the immortal cultivator the big secret about the firebird in his heart. And the reason was just that he said that Wuchier Mountain was the sacred mountain of the tribe, but the immortal cultivator sneered at it and said: "What kind of sacred mountain can it be regarded as a snow-capped mountain that doesn't even have a mountain god?"

When he woke up the next morning, the bonfire was extinguished, and if it weren't for his special constitution, he would have frozen to death on the ground. The immortal cultivator was gone, and Daddy Pu found that there were two gold bars beside him, five ingots of silver.

This is a generous gift from the gods. He didn't think much of it, and put away the gold and silver. Even the Pu clan didn't go back, and walked directly to the county town outside the mountain. He has long known the warmth and coldness of the world. Knowing that he went back alone, the ruffians who had been robbed of his business might surround him and arrest him, and search for this hard-won gold and silver.

He didn't know how much he had endured before he walked out, and found that beyond the mountain was another world, where money could be exchanged for a qiē. With his sensitive sixth sense, he started as a small apprentice in the store, and with the gold and silver of immortal cultivators as his backers, he actually slowly made a fortune by selling furs. The Pu clan was originally good at hunting, and he didn't know how many leather goods he had seen over the years, and he really hadn't eaten pork or seen pigs running, so he was handy in this business.

Twenty years later, he finally returned to his hometown with his wife and beautiful clothes, lived in the best house in the Pu tribe, bought and sold the best leather goods, ate the best food and wine, raised the fattest sheep in the pen, and bullied the people who had bullied him back one by one. At this point, who dares to bully him for being a little beggar, born as a small tenant?

At that time, he only felt that there was nothing more enjoyable in his life than this. But the longer he stayed in the Pu tribe, the more uneasy he became. It wasn't until those abnormalities began to appear in the clan that he realized that there shouldn't be that luck in his heart - no matter what the firebird flying in his dream was, the treasure should have been stolen by the immortal cultivators back then, so Shenshan would start to get angry.

In his opinion, the mountain god was not to blame the entire Bo clan, but just him. But Father Pu's life was so hard, his wife died early, and later married Mrs. Wufang and gave birth to four sons and two grandchildren. The boy with bony eyes that Ning Xiaoxian saw when he arrived here was one of his two grandsons.

When all the people who fell were worried about giving birth, he, the culprit who angered the sacred mountain, had a huge family property and enjoyed the joy of family, and God really loved to joke. However, as he grew older, he also lost the courage to go alone, and he no longer dared to admit his past mistakes to anyone. A strong sense of guilt slowly settled in the bottom of his heart, like the result of years of evil.

Until yesterday, Ning Xiaoxian and his entourage came and brought the news that the mountain god master was going to destroy the entire Pu tribe. Daddy Pu was finally knocked down by the breeding demons and fell into a state of shock.

After listening to this past, Ning Xiaoxian couldn't speak for a long time.

She and Changtian worked hard to get to the last step, but they fell into the hands of a mortal child who was extremely humble back then. Is this damn providence, is it that the way of heaven does not allow Changtian to come back?

She forcibly suppressed the feelings in her heart, and said calmly: "The monk who took away the Nanming Lihuo Sword, which sect is it, and what is special about his appearance?"

"The old man doesn't know. For him, a god is a god, and a god is just a god. "Tu Du's words are a bit awkward, but it is a fact, how can mortals get a glimpse of the world of immortal cultivators?" As for the appearance, fifty years have passed, and he can't remember it clearly. Even if it was a soul cultivator, it was impossible for him to look at the things he had forgotten again. ”

That is, this clue has been cut off again?

As he spoke, the vehicle stopped. The long journey finally reached a temporary resting place.

Ning Xiaoxian raised his hand, injected silver needles into the three acupoints on Father Pu's body, and then handed a pill to the people around him: "Feed him to swallow this medicine in an hour, and the hysteria will be solved." Go and rest first, I'm going to be alone for a while. ”

As soon as these three silver needles entered the body, the frightened look in Daddy Pu's eyes immediately dissipated a lot, and his tense body relaxed, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked drowsy.

And they all departed.

After a long while, she stood up with her forehead and shook herself into the god and demon prison. Changtian hadn't spoken for a long time, and she didn't feel at ease, so she had to go in and take a look.

Now it seems that her worries are indeed justified, because the bottom is very dark, and the figure sitting in the center, although still as steady as a rock, inadvertently reveals gloom and gloom. Qiqi didn't know where he had left him.

Changtian kept her eyes closed, and it wasn't until she got close that she whispered, "Girl, I'm so sad in my heart." ”

The light on the wall shone on his immaculate side, casting a shadow that was so fragile that she wanted to cry. The dragon rope on his body wriggled and moved, making a sighing sound, reminding her that the person in front of her was constantly enduring the pain of being pierced through the pipa bone and the divine power being drained. However, she tried everything she could, but she couldn't get him out.

There's really nothing she can do about it.

The only thing she wanted to do was to fall into his arms and cry, but she couldn't. He is the one who needs to be comforted the most.

So she forced herself to restrain herself, stretched out her fingertips, caressed Changtian's face, and tried to make her voice sound calmer and more convincing: "Nanming Lihuo Sword is a divine sword. When such a treasure is born, it must not be willing to be ordinary. We will search for many more ways in the future, and we will definitely find clues again!"

Changtian didn't move, and there was no sound.

"Nan Ming has been coming out for fifty years since the Fire Sword. Didn't you say that this kind of treasure cannot be borne by those who are blessed with deep fortunes, otherwise it will be a mistake and a harm to the master. The person who took away the divine sword back then may not be a great power, unless he has the luck against the sky, otherwise even if he hides this thing, this treasure will fall into the hands of the master. The mediocre people in the world are like the sand of the Ganges, but the one who can be called a master is probably one in a thousand. She smiled and said, "If it were easier to do it in the hands of a master, this choice would suddenly shrink a thousand times." Even if the head of Chaoyun Sect Bai Qing wins, whether it is stealing or robbing, we will find a way to get it. ”

The more she spoke, the more motivated she became: "We will leave tomorrow to return to the hidden stream, and let the Lord of the Crane Gate assign another batch of monsters to work under me." I plan to set up a chamber of commerce based on the Qianzhuang in Luzhou to accumulate strength and at the same time find out the whereabouts of Nanmingli's fire sword......"

"Ning Xiaoxian. Aren't you dead yet?" Changtian suddenly interrupted her rambling, "I'm tired. ”

His voice was low and hoarse, with a decadence and exhaustion that he had never felt before. Her heart suddenly hurt so badly, like the tip of her heart being grabbed hard, and a lot of bitter water came out when she pinched it hard. She heard herself laugh weirdly and said, "No." The agreed work must be completed, and I won't give up until I rescue you!"

Chang Tian sighed and took her hand and put it on his chest: "But I'm tired, and it can't beat anymore." ”

Her nose suddenly soured, her eyes were already hot, but she still had a smile on her face: "Don't let me go, do you still think I'm a little girl who has just come out of Qingshui Village? Your heart doesn't like to exercise, it's good if it can beat in ten hours." At this time, she really preferred him to be as cold as he used to be. (To be continued......)