Early in the morning of the fifteenth day, several people met at the gate of the city.

Murong Xi is still as grand as ever;

Yan Chunfeng is still so hanging;

Murong Lian's figure is obviously much tougher than when he first met him;

Lin Ziping is also full of spring breeze, and he is no longer as withdrawn as before.

After some experience, everyone seems to have grown and changed, but they all remain the same as before.

The five of them hurried to the foot of Cangdai Mountain, and before they could go up the mountain, they saw a group of people walking in the distance.

It is rare for so many people to come to Cangdai Mountain, unless it is because there are activities on the mountain, but this is not a year, what are these people doing in Cangdai Mountain?

The five people waited at the foot of the mountain for a while, and when the group approached, they found that they were all ordinary people in cloth shirts and straw sandals.

Could it be that he came to Cangdai Mountain to learn art? It doesn't look like it!

Yan Chunfeng couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and stepped forward to ask, "You also came to Cangdai Mountain to learn art?" ”

The one who walked in front was a middle-aged man, and when he heard someone say this, he quickly shook his head:

"Childe is wrong, we are just ordinary people, there is neither fairy fate nor wisdom root, what teacher to learn what art! We are here to ask Bai Shangxian for help. ”

As soon as the word "help" came out, Yan Chunfeng and their expressions became grim.

"Save what?" Yan Chunfeng asked.

"It's not a secret, it's the child who has lost his soul, and he chatters in his mouth all day long, I heard him say what Cangdai Mountain, thinking that Cangdai Mountain is also a fairy mountain, and the gods on the mountain may be able to treat the child's soulless disease, so I came."

The middle-aged man said as he pointed behind him.

In the middle of the line, there was a little boy who looked to be eight or nine years old.

It didn't look like there was anything abnormal in the face, but the eyes didn't look bright, not like a child's eyes, but like the eyes of a dying person.

The little boy was surrounded by uncles and aunts who cared about him, and it seemed that the whole family was also heartbroken for the only boy.

Yan Chunfeng glanced at the little boy, retracted his gaze, and asked, "When did this child's soul loss disease begin?" ”

"It was last month."

The middle-aged man saw that Yan Chunfeng seemed to understand this convenience very well, so he bluntly confessed:

"The child's name is Datou, he likes to be naughty since he was a child, last month, he went to the mountains alone to play, and the sun went down and did not come back.

Although the big head was playful, he had never come back so late, and we were in a hurry, so we went to the mountains to look for him, and who knew that he fell asleep on a big rock.

Originally, I thought he was just tired of playing and forgot to go home, who knew that when he woke up the next day, he didn't remember anything, just babbling about Cangdai Mountain, Bai Shangxian, Mending Heaven Stone and the like.

I don't understand either, I think I can only bring him to Cangdai Mountain, maybe the gods on the mountain should know what he's talking about, right? ”

The immortals on the mountain don't know for the time being, only the head of the Xuanmen family knows about the Tiantian Stone in this world, and there will be no more than five when he pinches his fingers.

plus a few of them, there are only less than ten people, how can a child from an ordinary people's family know about the Heaven Replenishing Stone?

Murong Xi also stepped forward: "Dare to ask which mountain Datou is going to play?" Where is it located? ”

The middle-aged man replied: "My family has been from the north for generations, and the big head is only one of the peaks in the North Sea. ”