The next day, the first day of the high forest, the shadow of the mountains and lakes.

The shepherd boy in Daoxiang Village woke up safely and naturally, and Ah Huang was ruminating leisurely.

He stared at the rock and soil above his head with wide eyes for a while, remembered something, and when he hurriedly looked around, he found that there were only two of them, himself and Ah Huang, in a huge cave.

"Sister Fairy is gone?" didn't find that white shadow, and a burst of loss welled up in Ping'an's heart.

However, he soon became happy again, because he saw a small package wrapped in a plain white silk scarf around Ah Huang's neck. He recognized that it was the one that the fairy sister used to lead him to walk, and last night's experience was not a dream.

Ping An opened the baggage with a little excitement, and in addition to some fruits, there were ten ingots of silver that dazzled him.

In addition, there are some words left on the silk scarf.

Ping'an's family background is not very good, but in addition to herding cattle, he often learns secretly next to the private school in the village, and the words on the silk scarf are not difficult, he can understand the meaning.

Thus he knew that the fairy sister had left before dawn, and the contents of the package were given to herself, and told herself not to stay around here, and to go home quickly, so as not to worry the family.

Ping An understood the meaning, happy and a little gloomy.

After eating the fruit, the silver was still wrapped in a silk scarf and hung on Ah Huang's neck, and then he rode on Ah Huang's back, shook the fishing rod in his hand, and learned the appearance of a general on the stage, and let Ah Huang go to the other side of the mountain majestically.

Thanks to Ah Huang's good foot strength, he walked leisurely for most of the day, and when the smoke was rising in the afternoon, he finally walked into the entrance of Daoxiang Village.

The villagers of Daoxiang Village couldn't help but wipe their eyes vigorously when they saw Ping'an and the old ox slowly entering the village under the sunset.

Yesterday I went to herd cattle safely, and I didn't come back at night, and his neighbors, uncles and sisters-in-law who were close to each other all went out to look for them, and found the moon in the middle of the sky, and walked most of the mountains, but I didn't find half a figure.

In the end, it was too late to give up.

However, when the sky was just dawning, his mother-in-law Liang did not give up, and went up the mountain again, but he still didn't find it.

Just when everyone thought that Ping An had suffered and no one was gone, they didn't expect Ping An and Lao Niu to come back again.

Seeing that he came back safely, Liang rushed out of the sky, hugged him and cried, after all, he was too scared to lose his normalcy.

It was the oldest lady in the village who said that it would be good for people to come back, and if there was anything to talk about later, Liang wiped away his tears and came back to life.

Ping An returned safely with Lao Niu, although it was a false alarm, but his mother Liang still led him before nightfall, brought a basket of eggs, and personally went to the door one by one to thank the neighbors and relatives and friends who helped find him last night.

As for the large sum of silver that Ping An brought back, Liang was frightened, and he didn't dare to move, and used a pottery urn overnight to bury it deep under the bed.

If there is such a thing as a night encounter with a goddess in another family, they will probably think that it is their ancestral tomb that is smoking, and the iron will turn into gold when the time comes. But the Liang family is not a mischer with black eyes who can't see the silver in vain, but thinks about whether his son has encountered something strange.

Although there is no doubt that it is real silver, who would give a hundred taels of silver to a urchin who herds cattle for no reason, which makes Liang have to be cautious.

What's more, wealth can't be exposed, the Liang family is suddenly poor and rich, and I don't know how many people who can't see the wealth of other people's families will be red, so that they may bury the root cause of this.

For a peasant family with a small number of people, he got a hundred taels of silver at once, and he did become rich. Daoxiang Village owns a manor, and the Chen family, which has the most land, is afraid that they will not be able to make up a hundred taels of silver for a while.

After things settled down, Liang asked his son to tell him everything that happened last night.

For the "fairy sister" in his son's mouth, Liang doesn't know how to judge, is it a human being, or what?

But her son's was indeed saved by her, which is true. She thought about it all night, and in the end she could only blame the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and her son had noble people to help her. Although I knew that things were a little weird, I didn't dare to think about the gods and ghosts.

Since he didn't know who the other party was, Liang could only think about praying for the other party when he went to burn incense and worship God in the future, so as to express his gratitude that could not be reciprocated in person.

At the same time, Liang told his son not to tell him about the help he received from his fairy sister, drove away the hungry wolf, and rescued Ah Huang. If outsiders asked, they would deduce that they got lost in the mountains, and they got lucky to get out after a night.

Liang Ping'an's father saw that he had memorized it early, but he was young and intelligent, and after his mother broke it and crumpled it and told it to himself, he immediately buried what he saw and heard last night in his heart.

It wasn't until more than half a year later that a Taoist priest came to the village, and he noticed some clues from the plain white silk scarf that Liang Ping'an kept.

The words are divided into two ends.

Nie Xiaoqian saw that the child who called peace was simple-hearted, and saw that his family was poor, and he had to brave the cold to graze in late autumn, so he decided to help him. So before sunrise, leave a word towel and a hundred taels of silver, as a poverty grant.

With the purchasing power of silver in this year, one hundred taels is saved, which is enough for a farmer's family for ten years. Ten years, I am almost a healthy adult and can support myself.

As a ghost, you can also help others, Nie Xiaoqian was relieved to have a clear thought, and the ghost body fluttered like a fairy.

Of course, this is all an illusion, where can it be so simple to soar. So she calmed down and continued to write her novels.

When you are a human being, you can't give up halfway, and when you are a ghost, you can't give up halfway.

It's just that what surprised her was that her casual move quickly came to the door to repay her kindness.

Nie Xiaoqian is not a night owl who comes out of the night, but there is no doubt that ghosts are more nocturnal than night owls, as the poem says, the night gives her black eyes, but she never uses them to find light.

At the beginning of the moon, Nie Xiaoqian, as before, sat in the water early and thought about the novel. When I was wandering outside the world, I suddenly heard a very familiar chirping sound, and when I turned around, I saw the white fox.

The white fox's fur was as white as snow, and his roots were shining with light, and he was in a good state of mind, and it seemed that the injuries he had suffered before seemed to have healed.

Although she had only met her once, just like an old acquaintance, Nie Xiaoqian happily bowed her hand and saluted the white fox, which is called coming without being rude.

Compared with the woman's Wanfu, she prefers to be pretentious.

The white fox was already polite, it stood up, arched its claws, and looked strict and serious.

"Brother Linghu, I don't know what to do with me?" Nie Xiaoqian held back a surging smile and asked.

As for why she called the white fox "Brother Linghu", it was just a joke she thought of on a whim in a certain novel.

Chirping, the white fox first called twice, then jumped up, danced with its hands, as if to express the joy in its heart, and then stretched out its paws and pointed to a corner behind it.

Nie Xiaoqian looked over and didn't know when there was an egg-sized, red fruit.

This fruit is so fresh and delicate, looking at the coveted fruit, she can't help but take a bite, Nie Xiaoqian can't help but think: "Is this the legendary Zhu Guo, or is it a kind of strange fruit that has a very magical medicinal effect in the fantasy martial arts cultivation world?" ”

However, no matter how strange this fruit was, she was a ghost and couldn't eat these things, so in the face of Brother Linghu's kindness, she could only smile and show that she understood.

Seeing that Nie Xiaoqian had rejected the strange fruit she had specially sent, the white fox's small eyes showed a look of disappointment.

Then for the next few days, every night, the white fox would bring some things, or different varieties of exotic fruits, or other things that could be eaten, but where did Nie Xiaoqian need these things.

Seeing that Nie Xiaoqian didn't like the things she brought, the white fox seemed to be very annoyed, and said goodbye a little sullenly.

After a few more days, the white fox did not appear again, and Nie Xiaoqian thought it had left. After all, this is the Soul Gang and Lanruo Temple, the territory of the thousand-year-old witch, the white fox may have cultivated some demon methods and understood human nature, but in any case, it will not be the opponent of the old witch.

The white fox frequently appears in this vicinity, it is possible to attract the attention of the old witch, Nie Xiaoqian also considered this problem, and once told the white fox not to come again, but the white fox is stubborn and unmoved.

No, the white fox didn't come for three or four days, but on the evening of the fifth day, it reappeared.

This time, it didn't bring anything.

"You're going to let me go with you?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at it for a long time before she realized that Brother Linghu wanted him to go with him, "Then Brother Lao Linghu will lead the way." ”

So Nie Xiaoqian followed behind the white fox and walked towards the Black Wind Forest.

Not long after walking, she found herself in the cave where she had helped the shepherd boy Ping'an and his Ah Huang find last night.

Who knew that Nie Xiaoqian just stopped, and the white fox called again, listening to the voice as if urging her to hurry up and follow it in.

"What's in there?"

Nie Xiaoqian was a little more curious, she had carefully checked that night, and there was an empty cave inside, and there was nothing.

"Is there a difference in a few nights?"

Confused, she floated in.

In the dark cave, the white fox's eyes, which swayed like ghost fire, became even brighter.

Chirping, Nie Xiaoqian listened to the sound and looked over, only to see the white fox standing in the corner, one front paw stretched out and pointing to the ground, where a notebook was lying there.

"Fall off the cliff and encounter treasures, enter the cave to get cheats, this is the rhythm of adventure."

In an instant, countless novels flashed through Nie Xiaoqian's mind, and the description of the protagonist's adventures was similar to the present.

She couldn't help but sigh, muttered the words "too vulgar and too vulgar" in her mouth, walked over, and picked up the notebook.

It's a yellowed book.,It's still a little rotten.,The cover reads "Taiyin Refining Method" and these ancient big characters.

"A thousand methods, infinite avenues, I only ask one sentence, can you live forever?"

Nie Xiaoqian was not Jiao Fei, so she didn't ask Changsheng, she only asked: "Brother Linghu, is this for me?" ”

The white fox chirped twice, and the little head clicked twice.

Nie Xiaoqian coughed twice to clear her throat, a little embarrassed, but after all, she was curious, so she tightened her face and said: "Okay, Old Master Kong said that it is a matter of course to get paid for doing good deeds, since Brother Ling is generous, then Nie Xiaoqian is disrespectful." ”