In a haze, Bian Qing felt that he had a long dream.

In the dream, Bian Qing returned to Geshu City, saw the kind Granny Bian again, and returned to the dilapidated but warm dwelling.

In the dream, the mother-in-law was holding a bowl of hot porridge and feeding it to her mouth one bite at a time.

"Hmm-" Bian Qing snorted softly, trying to open his eyes, but suddenly felt a salty taste in his mouth, almost causing him to vomit.

"What?!" Bian Qing was shocked and suddenly woke up from her dream.

But I saw a big hand, grabbing the blue-backed wolf that had just died, squeezing out the blood from its body, and pouring it directly into his mouth.

"Yes, yes, my good grandson is awake, my good grandson is hungry, and grandpa will give you meat—" The voice was hoarse and old, but it was an old man with gray hair and unkempt hair.

Bian Qingteng sat up suddenly, but the wound on his body was touched, and he almost fainted in pain.

Enduring the pain on his body, Bian Qing looked around, but found that he was back in the ancestral hall.

The entire dim ancestral hall is now very bright, and in the ancestral hall he is lying on a wide confession, except for a few wooden pillars, there is only himself in the ancestral hall, and the strange old man in front of him who is a little incoherent, and a blue-backed wolf who has been dead for a long time.

"Good grandson, eat meat—" The old man handed over the bloody blue-backed wolf again.

Bian Qing suddenly remembered the hot porridge he drank in his sleep, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of disgust in his heart, and almost vomited.

It turned out that those hot porridges were just wolf blood that the old man squeezed into his mouth.

Bian Qing was about to get angry, but found that the old man's eyes were misty, and he seemed to be really confused, and he couldn't bear it.

He also knew that if it hadn't been for the old man who carried him into the ancestral hall and fed him fresh wolf blood, he was afraid that he would have frozen to death outside the door by now.

Although the old man was confused, he was obviously his savior.

"This old man, did you save me? Do you know what place this is?!" Bian Qing asked the old man in a harmonious voice.

"The bad dog wants to bite my good grandson, and the old man wants to beat him!

The old man's words made Bian Qing's heart move, before, he used the last trace of vitality to use a palm technique, according to common sense, that palm can hurt a martial artist at best, and it is impossible to hurt others.

With such an unbearable palm, how could it be possible to kill a second-grade Yuan Beast with one palm? Could it be that the crisp sound in the air was done by the old man.

It seems really possible that it was this foolish senior who called himself the old man Feng who killed the evil wolf and saved himself at the moment of crisis?

With a stomach full of questions, Bian Qing asked for a long time, and the old man Feng either smirked or talked nonsense. But he always surrounded him and refused to leave.

"Grandpa! wolf meat can't be eaten raw, it can only be eaten after it has been roasted!" Although the wound has not yet completely healed, it may be the relationship between the wolf blood of those Yuan beasts, Bian Qing suddenly felt much better.

With the spirit, my stomach suddenly became a little hungry.

Seeing that he couldn't get a reason from the old man's mouth, Bian Qing simply turned over and went to the ground, preparing to light a bonfire and treat the evil wolf who seriously injured him as today's dinner.

There were two flints in Bian Qing's arms, but since the ancestral hall was so bright, why bother lighting the fire.

Bian Qing looked for the direction of the light source and went around to the back of the confession, but found a bead the size of an egg, embedded in a wooden pillar, emitting a dazzling white light, the light of a bead can make the dim ancestral hall so bright.

Knowing the truth, Bian Qing was secretly speechless. He had also read the legend of the Night Pearl in the book, and the one in front of him was so large and so crystal clear that it was obviously several times stronger than the one described in the book.

As a result, Bian Qing understood more and more that this confused old man's identity was by no means idle, and it seemed that the death of this blue-backed wolf in his hands was definitely a sure thing.

Listening to the meaning of the old man, he should regard himself as his grandson, so he can take care of him in every way, and he can't be attached to himself.

Bian Qing looked at his sloppy image, and then at the old man in tattered clothes, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

Judging from the outfit, this old and young are really like a family, what is it if they are not grandchildren?

Knowing that the old man was his life-saving benefactor, Bian Qing felt a lot more relieved.

He said something bad and asked Old Man Feng to let him go out, and found the Geshu Sword that was shot down by the blue-backed wolf in the snow.

Return to the ancestral hall, gather the broken door panel, and carefully ignite it with flint.

Subsequently, Bian Qing used the Geshu sword to cut the confession into a bracket, and the rest was split into wooden strips as firewood.

Bian Qing has been dependent on Granny Bian since he was a child, and he can chop wood and cook at the age of six or seven.

Now there is fire and firewood, and in less than an hour, the one-man size blue-backed wolf was skinned by him, cut off two wolf legs, and roasted it brown and fragrant.

Next to the grill, the old man Feng was already salivating, from the first wisp of fragrance came out, he sat upright, and the posture was quite like the head of a big family.

It's a pity that the old man's eyes are like a child, and he is begging for Bian Qing all over his face, looking like he is afraid that Bian Qing will not give him wolf leg food.

Bian Qing was secretly amused, and when the wolf's legs were completely cooked, he handed them straight to the old man.

"When eating, don't say much!" the old man muttered in a low voice with a serious expression, snatched the wolf leg handed over by Bian Qing, and tore it with a big mouth, completely losing the appearance of sitting upright just now.

Bian Qing was seriously injured and did not recover, and was poured a large amount of wolf blood by the old man, and it was difficult to swallow it after eating a few bites of wolf meat.

The rest of the wolf's legs, Old Man Feng didn't ask, he snatched them away, and gnawed them clean again.

Looking at the two white Sensen's leg bones, Bian Qing felt a chill in his heart, he really didn't know what the old man was from, and when he started eating, the degree of madness was even better than that of the Yuan Beast.

The old man held the two clean wolf leg bones and looked at Bian Qing in a daze, the meaning was obvious, he still wanted to eat.

Bian Qing shook his head solemnly, and said softly: "Grandpa Feng, you are old, you can't eat too much at one time, let's keep the wolf meat and eat it tomorrow!"

Old Man Feng showed a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he obeyed Bian Qingyan's words and was not too entangled.

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Have your stomach full and snuggle up by the campfire. Bian Qing suddenly felt dizzy, and a strong sleepiness struck. Before I knew it, I fell asleep again.

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In the early morning, there was a roar in the valley. When he opened his eyes, Bian Qing only felt that his body was numb and sore, and he was extremely comfortable.

"How is that possible?!" Bian Qing was dumbfounded, his arms and thighs were still aching yesterday. Why do you wake up from a sleep and are healed before you know it?

Bian Qing raised her legs and wanted to move her hands and feet to see if she was dreaming. I didn't want to "whoosh" and almost broke the roof.

What happened overnight, and why didn't I feel anything?

Bian Qing looked around, and the radiant luminous orb was long gone, leaving only a smooth pit the size of an egg on the wooden pillar, proving that the orb once existed.

When he looked down, the bonfire had been reduced to ashes, and the wolf skin and wolf meat were still hanging on the opposite wall. The confused old man before, curled up at Bian Qing's feet, was still asleep.

Everything around her is really incredible, which makes Bian Qing feel like a dream.

What really happened? Could it be that some high-ranking person appeared and gave himself some kind of panacea? Otherwise, why didn't such a huge wound leave even a trace on his body?

Only the sleeves and trouser legs are two large broken holes, reminding Bian Qing of the location of the trauma he had suffered yesterday.

Bian Qing didn't know if these miraculous things were related to the old man Feng, and he couldn't bear to disturb the old man's sleep, so he walked out of the door gently, the snow was clear, the morning glow was brilliant, and he was covered in silver everywhere, this scene was really refreshing.

Bian Qing walked around, collected some fresh wild fruits and wild vegetables, cut down a lot of dead branches as firewood, lit the bonfire, cut off two wolf legs, and began to prepare breakfast.

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant! The head of the house has a reward! The head of the house has a reward!" the old man muttered to himself when he smelled the smell of food in his sleep.

Bian Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking in his heart, it seems that his guess is right, this old man should have an extraordinary background, probably because of the accident of his dear grandson, which made the old man insane, and he was in this barren mountain and wilderness, and he didn't know how he spent all these years.

"Mouse, mouse—"

Bian Qing was thinking about it, when he suddenly let out a terrible scream, and the old man was already lying behind Bian Qing's back like a flash, his hands tightly hugged Bian Qing's neck, and his whole body couldn't help shaking.

Looking up, Bian Qing was secretly amused, an ordinary lemming sneaked in from outside the door, and suddenly fled after seeing the living, a strong man who could kill the second-grade Yuan Beast with a snap of his fingers, but he was scared like this.