Half a month later, Bian Yao finally successfully got out of the range of the Qianlian volcanic group, although the road was very difficult to walk, but there was no danger along the way. At this moment, he turned his back to the last extinct volcano he had crossed, quietly looking into the distance, and his heart was excited. What you see in front of you is no longer high and low mountains and empty valleys, but endless plains.

It was dusk, the sun was setting, and the afterglow was shining. The color of the sky is blue, white, yellow and reddish from east to west, while the ground is an endless white.

After nightfall, Bian Yao spent the night at the foot of the mountain, and continued to the west the next morning. The snow-covered plains are no longer undulating, and the snow thickness has been slightly reduced, making it much easier to walk than before. About every hour, he would run for half an hour, so that he could walk a lot more every day.

The weather remained fine for the next few days, with no snowstorms or cloudy skies. The area covered by the heavy snow was much wider than Bian Yao expected, and it was not until the morning of the sixth day that he left the snow and stepped on the dry land that he had not seen for a long time, and the irritability that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly became refreshed. He sat down on the ground with joy on his face, changed his soaked shoes and socks, rested for half a pillar of incense, and finally ate a few spirit fruits, adjusted his state to the best, and rushed all the way to the west.

Two days later, in the middle of the night, a cold wind howled from the north, and the temperature plummeted.

When he woke up in the morning, Bian Yao found that the sky was overcast, thick dark clouds filled the sky, and the cold wind was blowing, showing signs of snow.

If there is no sun, it is equivalent to losing direction, but Bian Yao did not stop because of this, but decided to continue to rush with the memory of yesterday, he did not want to stay in a deserted place and wait for the sky to clear, so he didn't know how long he would have to wait. Although he could enter a state of sleep and pass the time in the way of cultivation, he didn't have the heart to dream and practice now.

"Maybe it's going to snow, maybe it's not. Bian Yao thought about it and began to speed up, letting the cold wind shout in his ears, and the distant figure turned into a gray spot on the boundless barren grassland.

Towards evening, the wind unexpectedly stopped, but the sky was still overcast. Suddenly, an unfrozen river, more than ten zhang wide, zigzagged from the right oblique to the left front. Bian Yao was overjoyed, according to his past experience, wherever there is a river, there are usually some ordinary people living along the shore or nearby. The vast majority of these people do not have the talents of cultivators, nor do they want to live with cultivators, but they are very good by nature, yearning for and willing to live a peaceful and simple life.

Bian Yao walked along the river and found that although most of the plants and trees in winter had long since withered, some fresh green could still be seen on the land near the river, and creatures that were not afraid of the cold would exist anywhere.

After walking like this for about half an hour, suddenly! Bian Yao faintly heard a panicked shout, hurriedly turned his head to look, and found a black dot not too far in front of him, guessing that the sound should have come from there. Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed his toes violently, and his figure suddenly burst out, running in the direction of the black dot at great speed.

Kilometers away, a boy about 10 years old was waving a wooden stick in his hand, hissing and screaming in his mouth, and there was a cry in his voice. Less than three feet away from him, a strong snow wolf was biting the neck of a fat sheep, no matter how much it struggled and screamed.

After a while, the fat sheep stopped struggling, and at this time, a large cyan boulder flew low in the air, and hit the snow wolf's body. The boy's hiss came to naught, and he was stunned, and there was a look of anticipation in his dark eyes.

However, at the same time as the snow wolf let out a low whin, the stone inexplicably disappeared out of thin air, and the snow wolf did not fall to the ground and die as the child expected, but still stared at the gloomy eyes, and the fierce gaze came through them.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and Bian Yao stopped beside the boy, and said with a smile on his face: "What a big fat sheep!"

Seeing the sudden arrival of Bian Yao, the snow wolf seemed to sense the danger, hurriedly let go of the sheep in his mouth, let out a series of low whimpering sounds at him, began to slowly fall backwards, and suddenly turned and ran away.

"You...... Are you a dream cultivator?" the boy turned his head to look at him blankly, the expression on his little face was excited, and his dark eyes lit up.

"Looks like there's meat to eat tonight!" Bian Yao let the snow wolf escape and didn't chase after him. He looked sideways at the little boy, grinned, and asked, "Do you live around here?"

The boy nodded obediently and pointed to the lower reaches of the river, "Our village is over there, and we will be there in a moment." ”

"Take me to your village and give you this to eat. Bian Yao said and took out a handful of red fragrant fruit and handed it to the boy with a smile.

I've eaten it twice, and it's a little sweet. The little boy shouted and threw away the sticks in his hand, and happily stretched out his hands to take the green fruits, and poured them all into his pockets, and then bent down to pick up the sticks, and said, "Wait for you, I'll drive the sheep together." ”

Bian Yao smiled back, then walked straight to the dead fat sheep, picked it up with one hand and carried it on his shoulder. In a few moments, the boy gathered the five sheep scattered nearby, and the two of them went together in the direction of the lower reaches of the river.

In the faint twilight, a few wisps of smoke rose from the stove, and a small village in front of it came into view. As he approached the village, Bian Yao noticed that the river suddenly turned into an extremely exaggerated arc, protecting the houses in the village in a semi-encircled manner, and if he did not wade into the village, he could only enter the village from the northwest direction.

I heard the dog barking from afar. Bian Yao and the little boy drove a few sheep, and after a half-circle before they came to the entrance of the village, they saw a row of wooden fences in front of them, and these wooden stakes were more than one person high. There was a large wooden door at the entrance, which was now open inward, and at the door stood two yellow dogs, who, after a few immature scoldings from the little boy, stopped shouting and shook their heads and tails instead.

The village is small in size, but it is planted with many trees, but in the current season, most of the leaves are withered. The houses are roughly arranged in a circle, with only about 20 households. The houses were made of wood, twigs and mud, and were all low, flat mud houses. In addition, there are several small shacks built next to each house, and the village is full of chickens, ducks and geese.

In the village, under a bare nameless tree, a middle-aged man with a dark face was swinging an axe to chop wood, and when he saw the boy, he smiled and said: "Tuwa'er, you are not small, and you drive the sheep out to graze!" When his eyes moved to Bian Yao, who was carrying the dead sheep on his shoulder, he was obviously stunned, "This ...... What's going on?"

"Uncle Mu, I met the snow wolf, it was this dream cultivator who scared it away, and he also gave me the spirit fruit to eat. The boy said excitedly, waving the stick in his hand lightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face suddenly showed a respectful look, and nodded at Bian Yao with a simple smile, and then continued to swing the axe and chop wood.

Along the way, he met several people one after another, men, women and children greeted the little boy one after another, and when the boy learned that the young man who had entered the village with him carrying a sheep on his shoulder was a dream cultivator, these villagers all smiled and showed respectful expressions on their faces.

After a while, the boy and Bian Yao stopped in front of a mud house, and the sheep no longer needed to be driven, and walked slowly towards the sheep shed. On a wooden bench at the door of the house sat a girl of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a shabby and clean cotton jacket, bowing her head and concentrating on sewing a torn gray cotton coat.

"Sister~~ I'm back, and one of the sheep was bitten to death by a snow wolf. The boy shouted at the girl, and there was a faint taste of sadness in his voice.

"I told you not to let the sheep out, but disobedient," the girl stopped the needle and thread in her hand, raised her head and saw Bian Yao, and couldn't help but ask in a stunned voice, "Is this ......?"

"Sister, he's a dream cultivator! he can conjure a big stone, it's that big!" the boy said, spreading his arms in a hug motion.

Bian Yao's face turned slightly red, and he was called "Lord Dream Cultivator" by someone, this thing had never been encountered before, and only this kind of ordinary small village far away from the hustle and bustle would regard a low-level dream cultivator like him as a rare person. He gently put the dead sheep on his shoulder on the ground, and said curtly: "I rushed to the Imperial City from the Qianlian Volcano Group, and for some reason, I am not sure whether the direction I am going in is right, so I want to find someone to ask. ”

"It's a far, far away place, I don't know, but my grandfather should know it, but he doesn't have very good legs, so please come in." The girl smiled softly, got up and lifted the curtain, and walked into the house first.

Bian Yao smiled and followed, and the little boy jumped up and down behind him. There was a mutton oil lamp lit in the house, and a brazier was placed on the floor, and the wood in it was crackling and burning, and by the light of the oil lamp and the pot fire, it was seen that an old man with a white beard was lying on the floor in the corner.

"Grandpa, this Dream Cultivator has come to ask for directions, and wants to know the direction to the Imperial City. The girl stood in front of the bunk and whispered.

"Imperial City?oh...... I can still remember going to the direction of the Imperial City, I went there once more than 30 years ago, and it took more than eight months to go back and forth, and I almost lost my life on the way. The old man opened his mouth and muttered as if he was in a memory, and after a while, he looked at Bian Yao and said, "It's getting late now, this Lord Mengxiu still stays in the village for a night, and then leaves tomorrow." ”

Hearing the old man's words, Bian Yao didn't feel strange in his heart, ordinary people were different from cultivators, most of them relied on walking, unlike cultivators who could run for a long time. He gladly agreed to stay here, and in the heart of the boy, it was better to spend the night in a populated place than to sleep alone in the wilderness.

When he came to the house, Bian Yao skinned the dead sheep with his hands, disemboweled, and chopped it into pieces, leaving one of them to burn a pot of mutton soup, and the others were pickled by the girl.

When it got dark that night, other residents of the village also came to the house and brought some food to Bian Yao, but he was embarrassed to refuse, so he took out a lot of green fragrant fruit and gave it to the simple and hospitable villagers to show his gratitude.

Perhaps because there is nothing special about their appearance, although the two sisters and brothers have reverence for Bian Yao, they have no intention of staying away, but keep begging him to tell some strange things outside. After all, Bian Yao is also a simple and innocent child, he does not have the slightest contempt for ordinary people, but feels that they are very kind.

It was night, and the old man lay quietly on the bed, as if he was asleep. Bian Yao chatted with the girl and the boy around the brazier, and he happily told them some of his experiences, and the siblings were sometimes dumbfounded and sometimes giggled.

The cold night, the warm village, and the sound of laughter kept coming. In the middle of the night, the night wind from the north suddenly rises again, and it blows more and more violently, bringing a cold chill and snowflakes all over the sky.