After entering the ancestral hall, the old woman said to the old and the young:

"Wuji, Fox Xiao, you go out first, I have something to ask this Terran youth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The two nodded one after another, and when Hu Xiao turned around, he stared at Xiao Li a few more times, and then bowed to the old woman and walked out of the ancestral hall.

After the old and young walked out of the ancestral hall, the old woman waved her hand, played a prohibition, enveloped the three of them, and said lightly to Luan Tian:

"Can you show me your Chaos Clock?"

Luan Tian didn't speak, the third eye opened, and the Chaos Clock flashed with yellow light, slowly flying out, levitating in front of the eyes of the three of them.

The moment the old woman saw the Chaos Bell, her expression suddenly became solemn and respectful, and she quickly put away her crutches, straightened her clothes, and bowed to Luan Tian:

"Descendants of the nine-tailed fairy fox, it's hard to leave, meet the Demon Emperor."

Luan Tian saw the old woman saluting herself, and hurriedly bowed back to the old woman, and said respectfully:

"The seniors are gifted, Luan Tian doesn't dare to accept it, the juniors take the liberty to come here, and I ask the seniors to forgive me."

Xiao Li saw the old woman saluting Luan Tian, an embarrassed red glow flew on her face, pulled the corner of the old woman's clothes and twisted her body, and whispered:

"Grandma..."

The old woman glared back at her, but did not speak. With a wave of his hand, the crutches returned to his hand and said to Luan Tian Zhengse:

"The Demon Emperor is the ancestor of all demons, and it is reasonable to salute when he sees the Demon Emperor's holy relics. However, you are a junior, and it is reasonable for the old man to say a few words to you as a senior. ”

"Yes!"

Luan Tian nodded respectfully.

"Although you are the Demon Emperor, your cultivation is too low and too low, and even the power of the Chaos Bell can only exert less than one ten, you want to use this kind of cultivation to let Xiao Li follow you for the rest of your life?"

As soon as the old woman's words came out, Xiao Li's face suddenly turned crimson and ran out quickly.

Luan Tian was stunned on the spot for a moment, he looked at Xiao Li's back blankly, and then turned his head to look at the old woman who was looking at him, and was speechless for a while:

"Juniors, juniors don't mean that."

"I know, I understand, I understand, alas, young man..."

The old woman didn't wait for Luan Tian to finish speaking, interrupted his words, shook her head, and continued with the look of a person who had come over:

"Xiao Li is the proud daughter of our Spirit Fox Clan, you have become Taoist couples with each other, and you are a good match, but your cultivation is too low...

The old woman shook her head as she spoke.

Luan Tian was even more stunned when he heard this, thinking, do you really understand or fake to understand?! What did Xiao Li say to this old woman!

"Juniors... Juniors really don't have any..."

"I understand..."

The old woman didn't wait for Luan Tian to finish speaking, and interrupted him again.

"In this way, you can stay in the tribe to cultivate, and when your cultivation is almost improved, it's not too late to leave."

"Senpai, I..."

"I understand, I understand, I understand, it's decided!"

The old woman interrupted Luan Tian's words again, and without waiting for him to say the second half of the sentence, she shook her head, flashed out of the ancestral hall, and disappeared in an instant.

Only Luan Tian was left, like a wooden chicken, stunned in the ancestral hall...

The old woman left for a while, and Luan came back to her senses. He shook his head helplessly and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Xiao Li had been standing at the door of the ancestral hall, and when he saw Luan Tian coming out, a sweet smile appeared on his face, and he asked in a coquettish voice:

"Grandma is not difficult for you, is she?"

"Not really, but she may have misunderstood..."

Luan Tian said with an embarrassed face.

"It's okay for you, let's go, I'll take you to see the room prepared for you."

Xiao Li didn't answer Luan Tian's words, pulled Luan Tian up, and walked towards a wooden house next to the ancestral hall.

The layout of the wooden house can be described as shabby, with only a wooden bed, a small wooden table, and a small nine-tailed fox statue on the table.

Luan Tian, the shape of this statue, has been seen in the ancestral hall, and in the ancestral hall of the Spirit Fox Clan, there is also such a statue of a nine-tailed fox. Of course, the one in the ancestral hall is much larger and more delicate than the one on the table, and there is nothing else in the house.

But according to the judgment of the layout of the entire tribe, Luan Tian guessed that this should be caused by the living habits of the Linghu tribe. Even if it looks shabby, it should be a noble person in the clan to live in.

The monk had no belongings, and Luan Tian was even more so, with almost no belongings. After entering the wooden house, he sat directly cross-legged on the wooden bed, closed his eyes and cultivated, and no longer spoke.

After being silent for a while, Xiao Li saw that Luan Tian was still silent, and said in a low voice:

"Grandma has lived here for a long time and doesn't know how to deal with people, so she speaks bluntly and quickly, master, you don't have to take it seriously."

"Hmm."

Luan Tian didn't open his eyes, and let out a slight sigh.

Seeing this, Xiaoli didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of the wooden house. On his face, a tear slipped quietly.

After Xiaoli walked out of the wooden house, Luan Tian opened his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated, including helplessness, confusion, guilt, and... After a long time, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate cross-legged.

Luan Tian sighed, this emotion, he is not incomprehensible.

It's just that there has always been a person living in his heart, a purple figure, this figure fills his heart, and there is no room for anything else.

In the following days, Luan Tian lived in the Linghu tribe.

During this period of time, Luan Tian did not relax his cultivation at all, except that Xiao Li came to pester him every day and go out with her.

He accompanied Xiaoli and traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the Linghu tribe, Xiaoli was always full of happy smiles, that smile was charming, charming, and lovely.

Under Xiao Li's introduction, Luan Tian gradually understood that there were two elders in the Linghu Tribe, namely the Sacred Lady and the white-haired old man he saw at the beginning.

The old man's name is Leng Wuji, he is the second elder of the Spirit Fox Clan, and his only son is the middle-aged man named Fox Xiao.

Fox Xiao is a few years older than Xiaoli, and she grew up with her childhood sweetheart, and she takes good care of Xiaoli everywhere.

Gradually, he had some admiration for Xiaoli, but Xiaoli always treated him as a big brother. Luan Tian can see this.

Happy days are actually very simple, and simple days often seem boring. Luan Tian doesn't feel bored, Xiaoli doesn't feel bored, but Xiaomi has been holding back in the Qiankun ring for a long time, and it will run out to breathe.

As he gradually became familiar with some of the little foxes of the Spirit Fox Clan, they would play together every once in a while.

Xiaomi's dragon bloodline is already more noble than the spirit fox, plus he has seen the outside world, in front of this group of little foxes, he can be called well-informed. So, gradually, he was followed by a group of little spirit fox brothers.

In a flash, more than a month has passed.

Looking back on the years since, this may have been one of the few quiet and happy days in Luan Tian's life.

At this time, the sun is warm, the breeze is warm, the stream is clear, the Linghu tribe is peaceful, and the faces of all the clansmen are filled with happiness and serenity, Luan Tian gradually blends into them and becomes one of them, like family.

One mountain and one river are always about love.

Who said that happy times are always short-lived. Perhaps, it is already destined in the dark, and everything that should come will come sooner or later.