The afterglow of the setting sun shone on a vast sea of forests, on the verdant green cedar trees, a white satin finch was fluttering its wings.

The gentle glow of the setting sun fell on the broad back of the farrow, and also shrouded the young man's pale and bloodless face. The young man was free, at this time he was dressed in tattered clothes, his eyes were closed, and there was no trace of life on his face. Under the reflection of the afterglow, there is endless sadness and sadness.

From time to time, the white satin finch raised its head and screamed a few times, and then it hurried forward, as if there was a destination waiting for it in front of it, and its chirping, like a signal, spread out in all directions. The white satin finch flew for an unknown amount of time, and finally stopped somewhere. It was the middle part of the forest, and in the sky above a surprisingly loose place, white satin finches were constantly circling. At this time, a few smoke were rising above the ground, until the place where the white satin finch was, and then it disappeared without a trace.

After a moment of abrupt circling, the sharp eyes of the finch looked into an open area, and then swooped down, flapping its wings towards the village hidden in this mysterious forest. Finally he fell down in front of the calm and peaceful village, and kept rubbing the bird's head into his chest, as if he was resting. After a long while, he raised his head violently, closed his beak, and let out a thunderous roar. The sound spread quickly, enveloping the sky over this mysterious village, and the sounds of birds and animals were stirring up in the surrounding cedar forest.

The inhabitants of the village poured out, men, women and children, all gathered outside the sturdy fence to see where the astonishing sound came from. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was a docile white satin finch, and then looked at the flying beast in front of them. The broad wings of the white satin finch covered the free body, so that everyone did not notice that there was a dying boy on the back of the finch at this time.

The white satin finch has an extraordinary spirituality, and when everyone didn't find it, they were so anxious that they had to flap their wings to signal. The crowd finally noticed the strange behavior of the white satin sparrow. A middle-aged man, under the signal of a rather dignified old man, pulled his body suddenly, and the whole person rose up, swept his tiger eyes, and easily saw the young man lying quietly on the back of a bird.

Immediately, the whole person fell on the back of the finch, and after standing firmly, he glanced at Xiaoyao, the two sword eyebrows frowned deeply, and his calm face showed a look of surprise. Seeing the miserable appearance of the young man who was dying, the middle-aged man did not dare to delay, and then took a step forward, his strong and powerful hands reached out, and he hugged Xiaoyao in front of his chest, turned around and stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, and landed steadily in front of everyone.

"Patriarch, I'm afraid this kid is not lightly injured, I checked it, his life is bleak, I'm afraid he won't last long." Although the middle-aged man's face was calm, his tone couldn't help but have a bit of pity in it.

The old man stretched out two bone-like fingers, brushed the slender beard under his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and kept looking at his cheeks, and after a while, he said, "Bring it in first, and then talk about it." ”

When the middle-aged man heard the old man's words, Gujing Wubo's face trembled, his heart was relieved, and he immediately returned to normal. Holding Xiaoyao straight through the crowd, he hurried towards the center of the village.

"Everyone should be vigilant these days, and if there is any movement, we must be cautious." After the sharp command, the old man's rickety body leaned forward, slowly walked to the white satin finch, raised his withered palm, and rubbed the finch's body softly. And the white satin finch also showed a docile appearance full of spirituality, and let the old man touch it.

"Let's all disperse!" The old man's lips moved slightly, and he said to himself.

Hearing the old man's command, the onlookers scattered one after another, but they still couldn't help but whisper. The young man of unknown origin really made everyone in the village tighten the string in their hearts. After all, the peaceful and quiet days are not easy to come by, and everyone does not dare to take it lightly.

After the villagers and children dispersed, the old man turned around, walked towards the village with his hands behind his back. The white satin finch watched the old man until the old man's camel-like back disappeared, and then he flapped his wings away.

At this time, the village began to return to its original peaceful appearance.

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In a spacious and tidy hall, a long wooden square table was placed, and Xiaoyao was laid flat on the table. The middle-aged man was examining his body to see if there were any other injuries. There were several men gathered around, all of them as tall as guns, and their eyes were like torches looking at Xiaoyao.

At this time, the old man walked in with his hands behind his back, and everyone turned their eyes and bowed respectfully. The old man flicked his hand, his cloudy old eyes froze, and he asked in a deep voice, "How are people?" ”

The middle-aged man retracted his gaze and replied, "The body is fine, but the fate is bleak, I'm afraid the patriarch will have to take action himself." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his eyes couldn't stop looking at the old man. At this time, Xiaoyao's life was completely in the hands of the old man. As long as the old man has any objections, then everyone can only throw Xiaoyao out of the village and let him fend for himself.

"Help! It's not easy at such a young age. The old man groaned and said slowly.

Hearing this, everyone present was relieved, after all, if the old man did not agree, then everyone had no choice but to watch a young life disappear.

With the help of everyone, Xiaoyao was carried into the inner room, squared on a stone bed. In the dimly lit room, four immortal lamps were lit at the four corners. After everyone was settled, the old man looked calm and breezy and slowly walked into the house.

Everyone understood and hurriedly withdrew. Only Xiaoyao and the patriarch old man were left in the house.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly opened his body horizontally, and the whole person stood in place like a stone pillar. Such a swift movement is like a hungry tiger pounceing on food, without the slightest appearance of an old dragon clock.

I saw the old man slowly raise his withered palms, and the spiritual power of his palms surged, showing that he had reached the realm of sending and receiving spiritual power freely. The spiritual power gushing out became more and more powerful, and only at a certain moment did the old man slam his palm, and with a clear drink, the bright spiritual power was slowly sent out. One after another spiritual power was like a streamer, entangled in Xiaoyao. The latter is also like a larva being held in the pupa layer, constantly absorbing the nourishing spirit from the outside.

A trace of refined and delicate spiritual power poured into his body from all over the pores of the free air, constantly nourishing the blood veins and spiritual paths. It was like a sifting, and finally it fell into the Spirit Mansion, and such a situation of nectar falling from the sky immediately made the Spirit Mansion rejuvenated. And this Dao was angry, and it also rushed up, spreading all over Xiaoyao's body, making it wake up again.