Under the white snow slope, there is a dazzling glow all around, and the glow blooms, and countless snowflakes float in the air, reflecting each other, which is pleasing to the eye.

Walking through the layers of snow-covered woods, a quaint building appeared in front of him, and looking at the scene in front of him, Dong Tu Nan was also a little shocked.

Who would have thought that in this snow-covered world, there is still such a small village, the village houses are arranged in a patchwork manner, and the moss and snow rocks in the corners of the walls are different from each other, as if it has been built for many years.

The strange sight couldn't help but make Dong Tunan sigh, he suddenly remembered Baihan Village, where he had lived for five years and had developed emotions, but now it had turned into a pile of ruins.

"Alas!" Dong Tu Nan sighed slightly.

"What's the matter, Engong?" Zhou Jia'er, who was sitting on the back of the big dog, sensed that something was wrong with Dong Tu Nan, so he asked.

"No... Nothing, let's go into the village. Dong Tu Nan came back to his senses, first let the big dog change its size, and then jumped off the big dog's back with the former one by one.

The distance was shortened, and the two had already walked to the village.

As soon as I passed by the first house, someone greeted her, Zhou Jiaer responded with a smile, one after another, there were about a dozen of them, and there would be villagers enthusiastically greeting them at almost every distance.

"The villagers of Yunxia Village are really enthusiastic!" Dong Tu Nan looked around and sighed in his heart.

But the next second, he immediately regretted it.

I saw an old woman walking in front of me, with a rickety figure and a Xuanmu cane in her hand, and staggered in front of Zhou Jiaer.

The old woman raised her head, her face was wrinkled like bark, she squeezed out a smile, and said in a hoarse tone: "Xiao Jia'er, the man is back!"

Dongtu Nan stumbled suddenly, dusting off the snow on the hem of his clothes in a panic, but there was a fierce sweat in his heart: Where did this old woman come from, why did she speak so out of tune.

But if this seems to other people, the old woman's words are normal.

Because, this week, Jia'er is well-behaved and sensible, kind and filial, and she is also peugeot, which is deeply loved by the people in the village, and she is simply the pearl of everyone's palm in Yunxia Village. On weekdays, the elders told her matchmakers, and she refused them one by one, but today it was the first time that a man was brought into the village, so this will inevitably cause misunderstanding.

As soon as the old woman's words fell, Zhou Jiaer's face suddenly turned red, and she fell into shyness all the way to the root of her ears.

"Granny Qian, you're kidding again!"

Seeing Zhou Jia'er's embarrassment, the old woman smiled even more, squinted her old eyes, looked at Dong Tunan, and then nodded and said, "Well! Yes, this future life is handsome enough!"

"Mother-in-law, is my grandfather at home?" interrupting the old woman's words, Zhou Jiaer quickly changed the topic.

"Hmm... Yes, yes. The old woman smashed the wooden staff in her hand, muttered in her mouth, and did not know what she was talking about, so she turned sideways and walked slowly.

Dong Tu Nan stared at the old woman's back until he completely disappeared at the entrance of the village.

"Granny Qian usually likes to come to my house, and she has known my grandfather for many years. Zhou Jia'er saw Dong Tunan's vigilant gaze and hurriedly explained.

"Oh......" Dong Tu Nan replied thoughtfully, and then followed her and continued to walk forward.

After a while, they stopped in front of a rather spacious wooden house.

The door of the house was wide open, and an old man with a dignified expression was sitting at the door, and when he saw Zhou Jia'er coming back, his face showed kindness, and he immediately stood up and walked over with a limp on his legs.

"Grandpa!" Zhou Jia'er beside her was like a light bird, happily pounced into the old man's arms.

"Little Jia'er is back!" the old man patted her on the head, his eyes full of doting.

After a long time, he finally found Dong Tu Nan on the side, and looked Dong Tu Nan up and down with a puzzled look.

"Xiao Jia'er, who is this person?" The old man subconsciously stood in front of Zhou Jia'er, and his face became solemn.

Dong Tu Nan reacted at this time, it turned out that he had forgotten to introduce himself, and then he arched his hand and said: "Hello senior, the junior is named Dong Tu Nan, and he is from Baihan Village in Xuefeng County. ”

But even so, the old man still maintained a stubborn expression, and seemed to not believe what Dong Tunan said at all.

Zhou Jia'er, who was standing on the side, finally couldn't stand it anymore, sneered, and hurriedly ran to the middle of the old man and Dongtunan, and glanced at each of them.

"Grandpa, this is Engong. Just now, Jia'er went to the back mountain and accidentally met a group of bandits, or... It was Engong who came to the rescue, otherwise Jia'er would have ...... Now, grandpa, you're still doing this to others, Jia'er... Jia'er won't pay attention to you in the future!Hmph!" Zhou Jia'er turned around and said angrily.

Seeing his granddaughter like this, the old man immediately panicked, hurriedly turned to her, shook his hands, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jia'er, grandpa is wrong, grandpa apologizes to you!"

"You go and apologize to Engong!" Zhou Jia'er said indifferently.

"Little brother, it's the old man, I was rude before, please bear with me!" In desperation, the old man had no choice but to relent.

Dong Tu Nan could see God on the side, such a bloody coquettishness is really head-catching.

"Where did the seniors say. Dong Tu Nan replied politely.

"Please come and sit down. The old man stretched out his hand, made way of the way, and then led Dong Tunan into the house.

From the series of actions just now, Dong Tu Nan could see that the old man in front of him was not simple, he seemed to be still a cultivator, but he was already old and had not cultivated for a long time, and that strange aura was relatively weak.

Inside the house.

The old man and Dong Tu Nan sat on both sides of the square table, and Zhou Jia'er stepped forward to pour two cups of tea, and then snuggled up to the old man's side, looking at them without saying a word.

"Senior, I think you seem to be more than just a villager. Taking a sip of tea, Dong Tu Nan still said the question in his heart.

The old man was stunned, and the teacup in his hand stagnated, obviously not expecting the other party to ask such a question. After a long time, he gradually raised his head and looked at Dong Tu Nan again.

"Jia'er, you go out first, I have something to say to your father-in-law. The tone changed from normal to serious, and the old man put away the smile he had just had.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiaer naturally understood that there was something serious to talk about, and glanced at Dong Tunan, and then slowly walked out with doubts.

In the guest hall, only the old man and Dong Tu Nan sat face to face at this moment.

"Little brother, I won't tell you, old man, I was also a source martial artist back then!" the old man sighed.

Dong Tu Nan was shocked in his heart after hearing this.

I thought that in this poor and remote place, there would be an ordinary body quenching realm cultivator at most, but I didn't expect that the old man in front of him was actually a powerful source martial artist, which was really beyond my expectations.

"Then why did the seniors stoop to this?" Coming back from the tremors, Dong Tu Nan continued to ask.

The old man suddenly smiled bitterly, picked up the teacup and blew, full of helplessness: "Alas! This matter is a long story! It's a pity, the old man's cultivation is now only useless!"

"Scrapped?" Dong Tunan was surprised.

"Many years ago, the old decay was accidentally poisoned, and since then, there has been a problem with his cultivation, not only can he not advance in the slightest, but he is regressing little by little. Now, I'm afraid that there are only some skills left in the body quenching realm. There was a hint of unwillingness in the old man's tone.

The shock in my heart continued. It is conceivable that after he was poisoned, he slowly degenerated from a source martial artist to an ordinary Quenching Realm cultivator, and the process was not only a regression in cultivation, but more cruelly, he also suffered incomparable pain mentally. With this surviving optimism, the old man is enough to be called a strong man.

"How could this be?" What was the situation that caused the old man to become like this, Dong Tu Nan was extremely curious in his heart.

"Alas...... The words are in ......" was about to speak, when the old man's voice was suddenly interrupted.

Bang!

The wooden door at the entrance of the house was pushed open suddenly, and Zhou Jiaer hurriedly ran in from outside the door.

I saw that her face was full of panic, her tone was a little trembling, and she shouted in horror: "Oh no!

The old man's face sank and he was very displeased, but he still suppressed the negative emotions in his heart and asked, "What is the matter?

Zhou Jia'er was so tired that she gasped, her eyes swept over Dong Tunan, and then she said urgently to the old man: "Oh no!

"Hmm, don't worry, make things clear!" the old man seemed to realize that the situation was not good, and hurriedly beckoned to her.

"Just now I was walking around the village, and suddenly I saw a villager running in a panic, saying that the bandits from Yunxiajian were rushing to the village, and... And their leader is still ......" Zhou Jia'er's tone was already chaotic, and her voice sounded very disordered.

"Who is the leader?" the old man asked urgently.

"Yunxia Stream Second Stream Lord, Qian Hu!"

"What!?" the old man stood up suddenly, slapped his palm on the table, and knocked the tea to the ground.