"Thank you, thank you big brother for saving your life!" The two frightened women swallowed their saliva and kowtowed to Chen Yifan.

What emperor? What Wong Tai Sin? Their minds are blank now, but they also know that the ordinary teenager in front of them is someone they can't afford to mess with.

People are not to be disguised, and they only now know the true meaning of this sentence!

No matter how glamorous they are on weekdays and how drunk they are in life, in front of the wolf demon, they are just a mouthful of food.

And the ordinary boy in front of him, who was once looked down upon by them and disdained in his heart, is a real master!

"It's still too late to descend the mountain." Chen Yifan glanced at the two of them and said.

Where did the two girls dare to walk around in this mountain, when they heard Chen Yifan's words, they shook their heads desperately, their foreheads turned red, and they took a handful of yellow muddy water and flowed down the beautiful and delicate face.

"Please big brother take us with you!" The two of them were completely out of sight at this time.

"Don't call me big brother, I'm not as old as you! Call me Chen Yifan, if you want to come, just follow. Chen Yifan just glanced at the two of them lightly and said.

Before, he was ridiculed by several people, and he was a little unhappy in his heart, so he didn't persuade them again.

Unexpectedly, they really ran into monsters, Wen Xiaole lost his life, and these two women were frightened.

Seeing the two kowtowing regardless of their image, the anger in his heart was somewhat gone.

"Emperor!" At this time, Huang Yan disposed of the corpse of the green wolf, and also returned to Chen Yifan's side, bowed slightly, added lips, and grabbed the paper umbrella that was suspended above Chen Yifan's head with his demonic power.

Chen Yifan turned around: "Let's go!" ”

Zhang Mo and Ling Yuexi got up from the ground at this time, glanced at Huang Yan next to Chen Yifan in horror, and joined the team.

A team of several humans, walking in the mountains of demons, is also a spectacle.

"Sister Mo, you say, this kid can't be a monster, right?"

"We're not going to just get out of the wolf's den and go into the tiger's mouth, right?"

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense! You see, there's a Taoist in front of you! In my opinion, he must be a master, the kind of immortal cultivator in the novel! Don't look at him as just a teenager, maybe a few hundred years old! ”

"Sister Mo, your brain hole is too big!"

The two women relented and muttered behind them.

"It's here! The old beggar's house was in front of me, and I went knock on the door. When he arrived at the place, Huang Yan glanced back at Chen Yifan and asked.

Chen Yifan looked at this valley, a simple thatched hut was located alone in the valley, surrounded by a wild land, such a thatched hut also played a role in sheltering from the wind and rain, right?

Even, whether it can play such a role is two words.

"Hmm!" Hearing Huang Yan's words, Chen Yifan came back to his senses, nodded slightly, and answered softly.

Huang Yan stepped forward and knocked on the door, and as soon as his hand was raised, he heard a dry cough: "What kind of wind is blowing today, so many people are running to this place of my old beggar?" ”

I saw an old beggar dressed plainly, dressed in a lily robe, but the clothes did not look dirty, and walked from the side of the hut with a bamboo fishing rod and a fishing basket.

"Huh?" Immediately, the old beggar glanced at Huang Yan, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "This is Lord Shen Yuan's great-great-grandson, right?" I thought it was a little demon who didn't open his eyes, sitting in the house. ”

Unexpectedly, the old beggar was not as impersonal as Shen Yuan said, and after recognizing Huang Yan, he was quite enthusiastic.

"I'm bringing a distinguished guest." Huang Yan nodded slightly at the old beggar and said to him.

Although the old beggar is not pretending to be a monster, he is quite respectful.

"Guest?" A trace of surprise flashed in the old beggar's eyes, and he followed Huang Yan's gaze to Chen Yifan.

In the rain, the butter paper umbrella flying in the air covered the upper half of Chen Yifan's face, the lower half of his face was slightly thin, his thin lips were pursed, and the skin of the children in the mountains was not as fair as that of the children in the city, and it was a pale copper color from the sun.

After only one glance, the old beggar looked stunned, and he actually squatted down directly, put his hand on the pergola to block the rain, and looked up to see the upper half of Chen Yifan's face blocked under the umbrella.

This old beggar's style of action is quite unexpected.

When Chen Yifan saw his move, the corners of his mouth twitched, how could he feel that there was something wrong with this guy's head.

Immediately, he grabbed the umbrella and lifted it, revealing his whole face.

The old beggar was so frightened that he sat on the ground, looked at Chen Yifan's eyes widened, and raised his hand to cover his chest.

"Could it be that the end of the road is approaching?" Surprisingly, the old beggar claimed to be poor.

can see Chen Yifan's origin just by looking at each other, which shows that his cultivation is not shallow.

Qiu Yuan beside Chen Yifan was also surprised, looking at the old beggar with a little amazement, although he was not proficient in the art of face-to-face, but he also dabbled slightly, but he couldn't see anything.

The old beggar is not in the list of the Southwest Daohui, so Akimoto doesn't know him, and at this time he can't help but sigh for a while, there are many strange people among the people, and there are also a lot of masters hidden in the mountains and fields!

"Don't get excited, I'm here for your help." When Chen Yifan heard his words, he was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly said.

When the old beggar heard this, he relieved himself, hurriedly put down the fishing rod and fishing basket in his hand, knelt down and said, "I don't know what you want me to help you with?" ”

"I heard that you worship the poor god? I want to borrow your idol! Chen Yifan said directly.

"I see, it's a trivial matter, please in the house!" The old beggar got up from the ground, like a child excited by the arrival of a guest in the house, ran to push the door of the hut open, and bowed down to invite.

Zhang Mo and Ling Yuexi stuck out their tongues, they didn't know you masters very well, it was completely different from what they imagined!

Chen Yifan walked over, and the oil-paper umbrella on his head was put away by itself, turning into a yellow hair and falling into Huang Yan's hand.

The hut was very small, only Chen Yifan and the old beggar went in, and everyone else was waiting outside.

"Grandpa, how come there are still people who worship the poor god?" Qiu Yuxian looked at Huang Yan's easy demon slaying just now, and knew that he was not low, but he was so respectful to Chen Yifan, he didn't dare to be unconvinced, but asked Qiu Yuan strangely.

Worship the poor god, isn't that the more you worship, the poorer you become?

"This senior is a master, I'm ashamed!" Akimoto sighed.

Those who worship the poor gods voluntarily suffer poverty for the people of the world, and what they seek is not glory and wealth, but the fruits of merit and Taoism.

Of course, there is more than one way to pass through such a thing as Daoguo, and there are few people in the world who choose this one.

In the thatched hut, Chen Yifan looked at the stone statue of the poor god enshrined on a table of eight immortals, and spared his head a little embarrassed: "Do you have any incense, can you give me a stick?" ”

This time he went up the mountain, he didn't expect it to be so smooth, and he found it directly, so he didn't bring incense.