I don't know how long later, the little mallet suddenly woke up, and she fell asleep crying tired.

The pain in the eyes was terrible, the throat was dry and astringent, the small mallet rubbed the eyes and looked around, it was almost dark, the sunset was shining warmly in the courtyard, and the forest was quiet, only the sound of the wind. At this time, if Master didn't gamble or drink, it would be time to come back.

She jumped up, ran out of the door, and shouted, "Master!"

No one answered her, and the small courtyard was surprisingly empty at this time, without the pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and without the moody white-haired old man.

It was getting dark, and there was silence all around, and the little mallets felt a strange loneliness, and they surrounded her like a tide—was she alone from now on? If she waited, would Master come back?

After all, she was still a child, and her eyes were stinging again, and she still wanted to cry.

The little mallet pinched himself hard, wiping away useless tears. She didn't cry, she didn't cry anymore, just like the master said, she was alone, she had to treat herself as a man, and men would not cry easily.

After calming down, she read Master's letter back and forth, and the more she read it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and his tone in the letter was very vague, only saying that she had something to leave, but if it was an ordinary matter, Master would never leave money for her to buy clothes, and even left such a letter like a farewell.

Therefore, he must have suffered a great disaster, and even his life was at stake, and he knew that it was unlikely that he would live, so he did everything he could.

No, she can't be in a daze here, she has to go to Master......! She doesn't know anything, she hasn't been able to learn Fangshu, even if she finds a master, what can she do?

The little mallet suddenly hated herself, why wasn't she like that senior brother, who was a genius who could learn it as soon as she learned it? Thinking of the senior brother, her heart suddenly moved-Senior brother! Wuyue Ting! Since he is so capable, then she should go to him! Find the senior brother, and then go to save the master together!

But what is Wuyueting? She has followed her master for all these years, and she has seen a lot, but she has never heard the three words Wuyueting, is it a secret sect?

It didn't help to think about it here, so the small mallet added water to heat the braised radish and ate it to its heart's content. After the meal, she took a serious bath, took off the Luo skirt that the master bought, carefully folded it and put it in the green cloth baggage, she put back on the original patched clothes that were washed and could not see the color, tied all her hair up and coiled it up, and turned back into a tomboy.

Although she didn't know where Wuyueting was, she would slowly ask for directions, look for it slowly, find the senior brother first, and then discuss the master's affairs with him.

The mountains and forests at night are quiet and eerie, and from time to time some strange sounds are heard from a distance, the dense branches and leaves cover the moonlight, and the surroundings are pitch black.

She didn't know how many times she had walked with the master on the way down the mountain, if the foot was fast, she could get to the town at dawn, she used to go down the mountain with the master, and when it was dark, she always had to find a place to light a fire and rest overnight, the master was never allowed to go at night, but now he is not there, she is small and bold, and she walks alone on the mountain road at night and walks very happily.

After half an hour, the eyes suddenly opened up, here is a cliff with no grass, hundreds of zhang deep, its shape resembles a tiger's mouth, so the master called it the tiger's mouth cliff. The edge of the cliff was full of jagged rocks, and the little mallet searched for a moment in the pile of strange stones, and soon found a hemp rope the thickness of an arm.

Because the terrain of this mountain is extremely treacherous, there is no ordinary way up the mountain, their master and apprentice used to go up and down the mountain from the Hukou Cliff here, a few days ago the hemp rope has just been replaced with a new one, from top to bottom tied with many small copper bells, the small mallet lifted the hemp rope hard, shook it fiercely, and the sound of clanging came from the depths of the cliff.

Very good, there should be nothing wrong with the rope.

The small mallet wiped her sweat, she walked for most of the night, she was really tired, looked up at the sky, there was a crescent moon on the horizon, and it was estimated that it was ugly before and after, and she should be able to rush to the town at dawn. She ate some dry food, found a leeward boulder to sit down, originally just wanted to rest for a while, who knew that it was easy to get sleepy when she was full, she never stayed up all night, the cool night breeze blew in gusts, and her eyelids couldn't help but droop downward.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly felt a stream of hot air spraying on my face, which was hot and seemed to smell of blood.

The little mallet was suddenly awakened, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the eyes of two miserable green beasts the size of copper bells in front of her, and she couldn't help but gasp and freeze all over.

Beast? no...... It's huge...... Not a beast.

It is several feet high, covered with snow-white long hair, four feet and claws stand on the ground, the claw hook is like a sharp blade the thickness of a human leg, and the nine long tails behind it change and sway, which is extremely spectacular. It was looking down at her, its eyes green and its ears erect high—a fox?

Its miserable green eyes stared at her silently, and for a moment, the little mallet watched as its massive head approached her—to eat her?!! She stiffly tried to shrink back, but her back was already clinging to the stone, and there was no way back. It lowered its head and sniffed at her, its spiritual eyes fixed on her again.

The little mallet felt as if it groaned softly, and then she realized that its snow-white fur was covered with blood, and there seemed to be a great wound in its front leg, and a large ball of blood was rolling downward. Is it being hunted down?

She opened her mouth to say something, and suddenly there was a sharp wind whistling on the other side of the cliff, as if thousands of bamboo whistles were blowing at the same time, and the fox demon's eyes flashed with an anxious look, and it groaned again, looking at the little mallet pleadingly.

"I ......" she only spit out one word, the sharp and huge sound like a bamboo whistle was close in the blink of an eye, everything was in the lightning and flint, several black shadows rushed to the top of the cliff like lightning, followed by a flash of sword light, someone shouted: "Stop!"

The sharp sword light stopped two inches in front of the forehead of the small mallet, and the piercing sound like a bamboo whistle came from the bright sword, her breathing stopped, her nose itched, and a few locks of hair were cut by the sword wind and fell silently.

"It's people?!" someone yelled.

"It's a little boy!ordinary people?!"

"Ridiculous! How could there be mortals in Qingqiu so late at night!"

A hand reached out to her, and lifted it effortlessly, and in the dim moonlight, the little mallet saw that the person who was carrying her was a middle-aged woman, who was wearing a dark white robe, and her face was very beautiful, but her eyes were very sharp, and she was looking at herself in disbelief.

Behind the middle-aged woman, two long swords stood hanging in the air, and the sword body radiated like a cold star, which was the murder weapon that almost cut off her head.

“...... Whose child are you? How can you be in the mountains late at night?" the middle-aged woman asked in a lowered voice.

The little mallet didn't speak, she quietly looked at the people standing in front of her, a woman and three men, all of them were long-robed and big-sleeved fairy wind bones, surrounded by divine weapons and sharp weapons, and the white-bearded old man behind him even stepped on a big gourd, a few feet from the ground, standing very steadily.

Who are they? Can they fly? Are they immortals? She and her master live on the mountain, and they have never seen outsiders, and the only way up and down the mountain is from the Hukou Cliff, which is a natural danger, except for their master and apprentice, no one can go up and down from there, but they can fly, they fly up?

She looked at the big pool of blood on the ground, it should have been left by the fox demon just now, but where did it go?

"Is this kid scared stupid? Why don't you speak?" the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her, "You see the monster, can you tell us where he ran away?"

The little mallet was a little hesitant, should she say it? She remembered the pleading meaning in the fox demon's eyes, did the demon also have a heart? It was begging her? Look at the people in front of her, they were chasing and killing the fox demon?

"Let me ask. ”

A young man in white slowly stepped forward, bent down to stare into her eyes, she only felt that this person's eyes were as cold as ice, and she couldn't help but tremble. He said in a low voice, "Little brother, have you just seen a huge white fox demon?"

His voice was colder than his eyes, like a hidden spring on the nineteenth floor of the ground, he couldn't help but tremble at first glance, and he couldn't help but have a ** in his heart that wanted to obey him and say everything. The little mallet was startled, looked at him vigilantly, and quietly took a step back, still refusing to speak.

"Mr. Zhenyun, he is just a mortal boy, why do you need to use the 'Tianyin Yanling**' to deal with it?" The middle-aged woman frowned, her expression quite dissatisfied.

Zhen Yunzi smiled faintly: "Long Jingyuanjun is serious, I just thought that several of us have been chasing the ferocious fox demon for several months, and seeing that Qingqiu is about to surrender, a strange child suddenly appeared halfway, and now that the fox demon has lost its whereabouts, I have to be cautious." ”

Long Jing Yuanjun was speechless for a while, turned around and sighed: "Mr. Zhou, Dongyang Zhenren, the fox demon is extremely cunning, he must have fled far away, how can it be?"

The two behind him also sighed again and again, and Zhen Yunzi said lightly: "Ask this kid first." ”

He squatted down, looked at the little mallet fixedly, and said softly, "Why are you here?"

Here it is again, the feeling of wanting to obey him that is not under her control is getting stronger and stronger, the little mallet purses her lips, she wants to escape...... But they can fly, and they must have great skills, even if the master is here, he will not be able to escape.

"Such a young child, he must be scared silly, Mr. Zhenyun, and let him slow down. ”

Long Jing Yuanjun remembered that her flying sword had almost cut off the child's head, no wonder the child was speechless now, she felt a little guilty, squatted in front of the little mallet, softened her voice, and said softly: "Little brother, don't be afraid." Have you seen a youkai?"

The little stick mallet stared at her, and suddenly "wow" howled and cried, Long Jing Yuanjun was startled by her, and she couldn't help but hold her arm and start crying loudly, one by one, "there are monsters", Long Jing Yuanjun saw that his sleeves were glued with snot and tears, and he couldn't help frowning, but the other party was a child, and she couldn't help but endure it silently until she finished crying.

The little mallet was going to cry for half an hour, she had no good feelings for these people, the woman almost killed her with a move, they didn't apologize, and asked condescendingly, and the others just watched, she would rather help the fox demon, at least it had begged itself with pleading eyes.

Who knew that after a few howls, the cold-eyed Zhenyunzi came over and gently touched her head, his palm was as cold as ice, she felt as if a cold breath came in from the top of her head, and Leng Ding heard his voice like a fountain again: "Don't cry anymore." ”

The cold air gradually descended, as if to wrap her whole body, and the little mallet couldn't help but shiver, and the sound of dry howling stopped immediately.

"Mr. Zhenyun. The old man who had been standing on the gourd suddenly spoke, his voice gentle, "He's just a mortal child, please don't be angry." ”

Before the words fell, one hand gently pulled the small mallet over, and the biting chill disappeared suddenly.