"Ahem."

Jing Qingli took a step back and opened the distance between herself and Mingxi. Ming Xi looked at someone who pretended to be nothing, shook his head, and raised his hand to wave away the white mist that enveloped the two of them.

Almost instantly, Jing Qingli put on a look of relief, looking at Ye Yuanyuan's eyes with approval.

And Ye Yuanyuan saw Jing Qingli's rudder lips at a glance, and when he looked at Mingxi again, he instantly understood something. He had a wooden face, looking at Jing Qingli and looking "relieved", and suddenly felt a little sore.

Ye Yuanyuan stiffly looked away: "Uh......"

Jing Qingli: "......"

The people in the village had already had the courage to run out of the house and cheer when Ye Yuanyuan walked out of the blood bollworm swarm. The others almost screamed in excitement when they saw the blood mist that had dispersed with the wind.

I don't know who took the lead, this group of simple villagers knelt down in a large area, even if it was a three-year-old child, they also folded their hands and followed the elders to bow down in a similar way.

The blood mist in the sky dissipated with the wind, and the haze that shrouded the hearts of the villagers was also erased. The villagers who had lost their loved ones because of the blood bollworm burst into tears, and their eyes full of gratitude followed closely the three immortals who came with them.

Ye Yuanyuan was a little at a loss, and his eyes for help turned to Jing Qingli, and Jing Qingli looked at him with a smile and encouraged him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid." ”

He was very skeptical that Aunt Jing was taking revenge on his unnatural behavior just now, but he still set his eyes on Mingxi with a glimmer of hope.

Mingxi looked at him, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and slowly said in Ye Yuanyuan's expectant gaze: "Don't panic." ”

Ye Yuanyuan's condemning gaze fell on the two elders, and then listening to the grateful words from the villagers in his ears, he took a deep breath and tried to face these people.

Ye Xiaoxiao, who had never encountered this situation, released some spiritual power, and the cultivation of the Jindan period gave him a little confidence.

Even villagers who were unable to cultivate could feel that the aura around them had become different from before, as if the whole person had been immersed in warm water.

The village chief, who had been stagnant for decades in the early stage of the Qi cultivation period, knew that this was the spiritual power released by the immortals, and this kind of mellow cultivation made his mind turbulent, and the bottleneck that had been there seemed to have finally found an opportunity to break through.

"Thank you, immortals!" The village chief took the lead in chanting, and the rest of the villagers shouted one after another, the voice surrounded Ye Yuanyuan like a tidal wave, and Ye Yuanyuan, who had always been a little lacking in confidence, straightened his chest in this cry full of gratitude and reverence, and there was also a trace of majesty belonging to the monks of the Jindan period between his demeanor.

"No need to be polite, please get up!" Ye Yuanyuan took his hand away, his expression was faint, but he revealed an inviolable seriousness.

The villagers were so respectful of his words that they did not dare to delay in the slightest, and almost all of them stood up in a breath.

Without seeking the opinions of the two elders around him, Ye Yuanyuan's thinking was very clear at this time, and he said lightly: "There is no need for the immortal tablet, I will wait for Yunyou to encounter this evil thing, and it is inevitable to help, you don't have to worry about it." ”

Hearing this, the villagers looked at each other, and even the village chief looked embarrassed: "This ......"

"If you are sincerely grateful, you will do more good deeds in the future, and it will not be in vain for us to help today."

Ye Yuanyuan spoke seriously, Jing Qingli's eyebrows and eyes behind him were crooked, although the curvature of the corners of his mouth had not changed, he was obviously smiling.

At first, Jing Qingli still felt that Ye Yuanyuan's tone was a little familiar, but when he said the second sentence, he already understood, isn't this the tone he used to tell Ye Yuanyuan about fooling people when he was a god stick!

At this time, seeing Ye Yuanyuan's serious face, and the villagers in front of him who were convinced, he said in his heart: It turns out that Yuanyuan has a lot more potential than me......

Before leaving, the people of this village insisted on giving a charred branch to the three people, and at first they did not mean to accept it, but the village chief with a serious expression took the lead and knelt down, holding up the carved wooden box containing the branches in both hands, and said to Ye Yuan, who had been in charge of the three people from the beginning:

"The ancestors of my Fengwei Village have had a testament, if you encounter a big difficulty in helping someone, you must offer the treasure, otherwise the luck will be scattered and Fengwei Village will die."

"Although the treasure of my village is not precious, I ask the benefactor to accept it, and the seven hundred and thirty-two people of Fengwei Village kneel down here to thank you!"

As soon as the village chief's words fell, the villagers behind him had begun to kowtow.

"Ask the benefactor to take it!"

"Ask the benefactor to take it!"

"Ask the benefactor to take it!"

One sentence at a time, it seems that if Ye Yuan is far from accepting them, they will always be like this.

The wind rustled through the old silver begonia tree. A leaf fell in front of his eyes, Ye Yuanyuan stretched out his hand to catch it, and then looked at the sincerity of the ground, and suddenly had some understanding in his heart.

He glanced at Jing Qingli and Mingxi, then turned his head, approached the village chief step by step, and solemnly took the old carved wooden box from his hand.

The charred branches were lying in the wooden box, the surface was slightly shiny without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, and Ye Yuan couldn't see any difference from ordinary branches, but no matter how valuable this thank you was, it was priceless in his eyes.

The three politely refused the villagers' request to send each other, but they didn't know that after they left, the villagers spontaneously set up an immortal tablet for the three of them, named: Nameless Venerable.

After that, a small temple was built separately, and three immortal tablets stood side by side, behind which were placed clay statues made by the villagers for the three people. The villagers worshipped it every day, and even if they were displaced in the future, this experience was compiled into countless versions and passed down forever among the descendants of the villagers.

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Present.

On the way to Los Angeles, Ye Yuanyuan was thoughtful, he was a little more calm than before he entered the village. At this time, he recalled his experience in the past ten years, as if every time he encountered something, others were helping him to settle it, and he had been hiding under his wings......

Looking at Ye Yuanyuan's thoughtful appearance, Jing Qingli slapped him on the head, and said with some amusement: "I didn't let you come forward to deal with it, not to teach you to worry about something!" ”

Ye Yuanyuan covered his head and looked at Jing Qingli with puzzled eyes, as if asking why she wanted to hit him.

"That's it." Jing Qingli looked at him like a fool, and didn't plan to entangle this topic with him, anyway, there would be no less opportunities like this in the future, so she changed the topic and said: "The things in that wooden box are easy to collect, and it will be good for you to put them out when you cultivate." ”

"But it's not half spiritual." Ye Yuanyuan whispered.

"The flame that burned that piece of wood is stronger than Si Yu's natal flame, you say, that wood is still not ordinary?"

Jing Qingli raised her eyebrows after finishing speaking, and asked again, "You can't feel the residual fire inside?" ”

Ye Yuanyuan shook his head, a little embarrassed.

"I just thought it was a normal piece of wood......"