After walking along the valley path for about half an hour, Yang Qian suddenly heard a faint sound of running water. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ding Dong flows, in this silent valley, like a beautiful music.

Yang Qian couldn't help but speed up his pace, and around a small hill, a clear stream appeared in front of him.

On the other side of the creek, about five hundred meters away, there were some low-rise houses, so lonely and harmonious in the midst of this beautiful valley.

The moment he saw the hut, Yang Qian was a little overjoyed.

"It's finally here, then Master Chen, you should live here, right?"

Yang Qian's face was overjoyed and he said to himself.

At that moment, Yang Qian did not hesitate any longer, flew up and jumped up, crossed the creek and shot in front of the hut like an arrow.

The hut was a small courtyard before, fenced off, in which a thousand strange herbs and flowers were planted, only a small part of Yang Qian could name them, but more, let alone call out their names, they had never even seen them.

"This is Master Chen's hobby of growing medicinal herbs?"

Yang Qian whispered for a while, then stood in the courtyard for a long time, and then pushed open the fence and entered the courtyard.

"Is anyone there?" Quietly, Yang walked slowly to the door of the hut.

But no one answered.

The door of the hut was hidden and not tightly closed. Looking through the crack in the door, you can see the situation inside the house.

The furnishings in the house are simple, except for the necessary tables, chairs, tea sets, but there is nothing else.

The owner of the hut didn't seem to be in the house, which made Yang Qian slightly disappointed.

There was no one in the house, and Yang Qian couldn't take the liberty of entering, so he had to go out of the courtyard and wait outside.

"I don't know when this master will come back?" Yang Qian glanced up at the sky, it was just sunset, and the remnant sun was like blood, which actually had a different flavor.

Although the hut was discovered, Yang Qian couldn't be sure if the owner of the hut was Master Chen.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, the owner of the house still did not appear.

The stomach screamed, which made Yang Qian smile bitterly. When I walked to the creek not far away, I saw plump fish swimming in the clear water. Yang Qian's wit moved, and the blue water dragon abyss came out of the sheath, and shot out with a whoosh, and the sword body accurately passed through the body of a fish the size of a palm.

With a dip in his palm, he flew back into his hand with a sword and a fish.

"Well, it's time for a good meal." Glancing at the big fish on the sword, Yang Qian smiled.

I found some firewood nearby, and a bright flame rose and crackled, and the fish was carefully grilled.

I filled my stomach, and by this time it was completely dark.

A full moon has just risen from the bottom of the mountain, and the soft light is sprinkled like water.

Yang Qian got up and stretched, and looked at the hut, only to see that the door of the hut was still hidden, and there was no light at all, and it was obvious that the master had not returned.

The insects chirped, and Yang Qian waited until late at night, and the hut was still silent. Yang Qian finally ran out of patience, muttered a few words softly, jumped up, and sat down next to the hut to close his eyes and cultivate.

Yang Qian stayed near the hut for two days, but did not see the owner of the house return.

In the past two days, Yang Qian has walked almost the entire valley, and he has not seen half a figure, nor has he found any huts.

Yang Qian couldn't help but feel a little deflated, stood in front of the hut, and said to himself, "The owner of the house doesn't live here, right?" ”

You can see the neatly repaired flowers and plants in front of the house, and it doesn't look like no one has lived in it for a long time. In the past two days, Yang Qian has entered the hut once, and the tables and chairs inside are not stained with dust, and it is obvious that someone often cleans them.

"It's already here anyway, so it's okay to wait two more days."

Yang Qian shook his head helplessly, but he made the decision to continue waiting.

And so, another two days passed.

At dusk of this day, Yang Qian, who was cultivating, suddenly felt the ground shake violently, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble......

All he could hear was a rhythmic roar, and it became clearer and clearer, as if it was approaching him.

Every time there was a roar, the ground would tremble violently, as if a thousand pounds of huge objects had been smashed on the ground.

Yang Qian's heart tightened, and his expression immediately became serious. Leap to the front of the courtyard and look in the direction where the roar came.

Soon, Yang Qian saw a scene that he would never forget.

In the western sky, the sunset is as big as a car cover.

The afterglow of the setting sun stained the western sky red, spectacular and desolate.

In the distance, below the horizon, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a tall figure gradually appeared in sight.

That's a giant!

A giant like a mountain!

The giant was more than ten feet tall and had a wide and mighty body. The bronzed skin shimmered wildly in the afterglow of the setting sun. The muscles on his body were well-defined, like solid rocks.

Every step of the giant's tall body made the ground tremble violently, and the power was amazing.

Yang Qian looked at the giant's pupils constricting violently, and said in his heart, "Is this the legendary giant clan?" ”

Yang Qian's heart was beating and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The Giant Clan, the legend is that it existed in ancient times, is a descendant of Pangu, has the power of the gods, and it is not a problem to destroy the heavens and the earth!

Yang Qian thought that the legend was just a legend, but what he saw with his own eyes today was indeed extremely shocking!

Yang Qianzheng was surprised, there was a loud bang, the ground trembled, and the giant was already standing in front of Yang Qian.

The giant that was more than ten zhang tall was too tall, standing in front of Yang Qian, like a thick and wide barrier, completely blocking Yang Qian's sight.

Yang Qian had to look up so that he could see the giant's head.

In front of the giant, Yang Qian looked so small, like an inconspicuous ant. It was as if a giant could trample him under his feet just by lifting his feet.

The giant looked down at Yang Qian, so that Yang Qian didn't dare to come out. The giant's might made Yang Qian feel breathless, and Yang Qian had an illusion, as if the giant in front of him was the ancient god Pangu.

Infinite majesty!

Awesome!

"Human ......" After a while, the sound of the giant's humming sound sounded in his ears, like thunder, and there was a deafening feeling, "Where did you come from?" ”

From the giant's voice, Yang Qian didn't hear the hostility, and his hanging heart let go of it a lot.

From the moment he saw the giant, Yang Qian knew that he was by no means the opponent of the giant, and if the giant was hostile to him, he would definitely die!

"I came from the Eight Bucket Forest to the Cloud Mountain, and when I first arrived in the valley, I visited a senior." Yang Qian did not hide it and answered truthfully.

The giant groaned for a long time, lowered his head, which was bigger than Yang Qian's body, glanced at Yang Qian, and said, "Your name is Yang Qian?" ”

Hearing this, Yang Qian's heartbeat seemed to stop.

The whole person stayed in place, staring at the giant in surprise, and his expression changed and changed. Countless speculations flashed through my mind, and there were many doubts.

"Could it be that he is the Master of Dust?" Yang Qian looked the giant up and down suspiciously, and a turbulent wave swelled in his heart!