The young men and women embracing each other are full of affection.

This hug lasted for a long time, so long that Xiao Li, who was in Liu Hu's arms, blushed because of shyness, like a red apple.

Xiao Li lowered his head and broke free from Liu Hu's embrace, then reached out and took the animal skin coat in Liu Hu's hand, picked up the needle and thread on the stone table, and hurriedly ran into the house to place the objects with small steps.

In the courtyard, Liu Hu watched Xiao Li's back hidden in the shadows, and then suddenly cast his eyes to the south of the village, and his face appeared with three points of evil.

The stability of Liu's village does not depend on the blessing of the ancients, but on the decisiveness of the people who practice martial arts in the village from generation to generation.

If the stranger really has any intentions, then my Liu Hu's jack bow will never show the slightest mercy.

South of the village, when Liu Hu and other members of the hunting team ended their hunting and returned to the village with the prey of the lower three realms and even the middle three realms, Fang Chen, who was still in the wooden building, had already put down the abyss in his hand.

The young swordsman looked back and explored, although the soul sea soul consciousness of the Nine Realms Martial Cultivators was not enough to do those invisible things that killed people hundreds of miles away, but it was easy to detect and detect this small village with only a hundred households.

Fang Chen roughly explored the bonfire dinner in the village, the hunting and sacrifice that has been passed down from generation to generation in Liujia Village is not to offer those mythical heroes and holy spirits, this simple small village has always only sacrificed to the ancestors.

On the side of the bonfire, the large long table made of door panels was already full of wine and meat.

Fang Chen withdrew his soul sense and glanced at Xu Buwu, and the master and apprentice walked out of the wooden house laughing and walked towards the center of the village.

"Two, can you still rest today?"

In the center of Liujia Village, among the wooden houses that are clustered in a ring, there is a wide flat land that is used for memorials all year round.

On the loess mud floor, wooden stakes and stone pillars are used as benches and chairs.

Liu An, who returned here early to supervise the ceremony, his old body looked more and more old and kind under the light of the fire, and when he heard the sudden sound of conversation on his side, Liu An turned his head and happened to notice the arrival of Fang Chen's master and apprentice, so he squinted and asked with a smile.

"My master and apprentice have traveled through the mountains and rivers for many years, and it is common to sleep in the open air, and it is already an excellent thing to have such a stable resting place in Liujia Village, how can there be a person who is not used to it. ”

Liu An's words fell, the old peak master Xu Buwu stroked the beard on his chin, sighed lightly, and smiled with embarrassment, Fang Chen on his side nodded at the right time, and stood beside the old peak master obediently.

"That being the case, Brother Xu and Xiaotu will have to eat more today, and there will be a special sacrifice in the village tomorrow morning, and it will be inconvenient for outsiders to watch at that time, so it will be troublesome for the two of them to set off as soon as possible. ”

Hearing this, Liu An's old and wrinkled face, which was as old as tree bark, suddenly appeared a little gentle.

The old man first patted Fang Chen's shoulder, feeling a little sorry for such a young man who had gone through the wind and frost so early, and then shook his head again, looked at the old peak master on the side, and said apologetically.

"The ancestor worship ceremony in the village is a big event, the old gentleman doesn't have to be like this, I and other people who have traveled the rivers and lakes have always been walking around, and they are not used to staying in one place for a long time, tomorrow morning our master and apprentice will leave, but this seems that our master and apprentice are a little unsympathetic, how can there be a reason to run away immediately after eating someone else's, the old gentleman should not blame. ”

Seeing the apology in Liu An's eyes, the old peak master pondered for a moment, as if he understood something, and then shook his head and smiled.

Liujia Village did not accept any gold and silver entertainment, which already made the lord of the first peak of Qingshan Humble Peak a little embarrassed, let alone such humble persuasion.

With the experience of the old peak master, he naturally heard the uneasiness in Liu An's words, I am afraid that something will happen in the Liu family village, and the old man who has not yet seen through the realm of the old peak master probably wants to send the pair of masters and apprentices out of the village before those unknown things happen, in case they are implicated.

But with Xu Buwu's cultivation that is almost the best in the world, how could he be willing to leave so recklessly?

In the cultivation, the more advanced the cultivation, the more difficult it is to be favored, but in order to take Fang Chen to really walk through the red dust, the old peak master pretended to be a traveling and scattered cultivator, but he inadvertently accepted the kindness of the Liu family's village.

Good intentions are kindnesses, then you need to return the favors.

The old peak master didn't say much after Liu An shook his head with a smile, but Fang Chen, who was beside him, clearly felt that the vast soul sense in the master's body quickly seeped towards the south of the village after Liu An left.

The coercion of that soul consciousness was so strong that it almost made it difficult for Fang Chen, who had already set foot in the Nine Realms, to make the slightest move.

It wasn't until the three-breath time had passed that the fear in Fang Chen's soul sea disappeared.

The old peak master turned his head, turned his head a little playfully and glanced at Fang Chen, who was a little pale and still had not moved, and then sat lazily on the wooden stake behind him, allowing Fang Chen to close his eyes and ponder in front of the fire.

The Sea of Souls is a natural destiny for cultivators.

From the first realm to the ninth realm, and even on the top of the mountain, based on the cultivation of Wu Yuan and the Great Dao, the powerful amplification of the soul sea is extremely rare, and only after reaching the top of the mountain will the life and destruction realm really begin to grow the spiritual sense.

Before that, the cultivator's soul sea was extremely fragile.

In the process of polishing the body of the sword element, Fang Chen had actually consolidated the soul sea a few points, so the old peak master's spiritual sense poured out, and under the resonance of the soul sea that was also the body of the sword element, although Fang Chen's resistance was extremely uncomfortable, it had a good condensation effect on his spiritual sense.

This is also the reason why, with the cultivation realm above Xu Buwu's Supreme, mobilizing the soul sea can still be detected by Fang Chen.

If it weren't for the sake of giving his disciples some benefits, with Fang Chen's Nine Realms cultivation, how could he feel the changes in the old peak master's spiritual sense.

The young swordsman on the side of the bonfire, under the space covered by the old peak master Sword Yuan, everything around him slowly fell silent.

The feeling of depression in his mind disappeared, but Fang Chen closed his eyes as if he had a feeling, the resonance of Xu Buwu when he mobilized the soul sea, coupled with the little spiritual sense that he deliberately escaped, accompanied by Fang Chen's exhalation, all of them drilled into Fang Chen's divine court.

After a few breaths of time, Fang Chen, who was scorching in front of him, opened his eyes, and a little brightness flashed in the eyes of the young swordsman, looking clear, like a starry sky without the slightest impurity, only clear.

Fang Chen exhaled heavily, the scorching heat of the bonfire in front of him seemed to have no temperature after the coolness in his mind hit his whole body, but it only looked peaceful.

The young swordsman stepped out, turned around, and bowed respectfully to the old peak master.

The teaching between the master and apprentice of the Humble Peak has always been like this, the old peak master is in the name of Buwu, and he really does not skimp on any experience in cultivation to the background, since the Qingshan lineage, always preaching, Buwu world sword cultivation.

Seeing this, Xu Buwu nodded slightly, and his eyebrows were also full of smiles.

All the disciples on the humble peak, the old peak master did not have any hidden secrets when he was instructing, but everyone had different understandings, different talents, and the things they realized in the end were not the same.

In terms of the qualifications for cultivating martial arts or even swords, even if Fang Chen had already cultivated the body of the sword yuan of the day after tomorrow and resonated with the way of the sword, the first eight disciples accepted by Xu Buwu in the Humble Peak were not too slow on the road of sword cultivation than when they were in the same realm as the little uncle of Qingshan.

But the qualifications are similar, but the diligence when cultivating martial arts is very different, although the first eight disciples of Xu Buwu are talented, and even together with the rest of the disciples of Humble Peak, they have broken into the name of Humble Peak.

But when these disciples first cultivated, because it was too easy to break through the realm and the path of cultivation was too simple, their cultivation was far less diligent.

It's not that Xing Cheng and others are not diligent enough.

In fact, in terms of sword practice alone, the first eight senior brothers and sisters in Fang Chen's vein were much faster than the Tianjiao of the other peaks in Qingshan, Xing Cheng was able to give Fang Chen the means of using swords and splitting wood every day, and he himself must have come over like this at the beginning.

But these diligences, when Fang Chen spent almost all of his time in a day in cultivation, were a little stretched.

During the month-long cultivation that the old peak master had accompanied Fang Chen in the Moon Mountain Range, every time he saw the young swordsman tirelessly fighting with the demon beasts, he would always think of some past events in his heart, and he would always have some faint regrets.

If those disciples were a little stricter back then, their realm was a little higher, and they could be on a par with the previous generation, would it not be that a battle in the Stygian Sea, it would not be in the same vein as the clumsy peak, most of the younger generation would have died, and the remaining people such as Xing Cheng and others would have left Dao wounds, and the future of martial arts would have ended.

Is it that the name of the humble peak number will not live in the memories of the rivers and lakes like now?

The old peak master smiled bitterly, turned his head and took a glass of rice wine on the long table, raised his head and swallowed it in a big gulp.

The rice wine brewed by the farmer is very sweet and mellow, but after the wine enters his mouth, between the lips and teeth of the old peak master, there is suddenly no taste.

Fang Chen, who got up and stood beside Xu Buwu, naturally noticed the change in Shizun's mood.

Fang Chen bit his lip with his eyebrows, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only be silent, turned his head and brought Xu Buwu another bowl of rice wine.

It is said that wine can relieve people's worries, but after Fang Chen took over the sword cultivation gourd from Xing Yan's hands, he also drank a lot of wine, but he was a little worried, as if he couldn't solve it.

The Fang family's sorrow is like this, and Chen Jiansheng's sorrow is like this.

The old peak master's worries about those disciples are probably the same.

After stepping on the avenue, it is not that there are no seven emotions and six desires, but I have seen too much and experienced too much, and after experiencing too much, I gradually got used to it.

The old peak master hadn't been so worried for a long time, so after thinking about it for a while, Xu Buwu came back to his senses, patted the shoulder of the closed disciple on his side, and turned his head to look at the other side of the bonfire with a light smile.

Fang Chen sighed lightly, calmed down, and then looked up as well.

The ancestor worship ceremony in Liujia Village has always been a major event in which the whole village, regardless of men, women, children, and children, must all participate.

Therefore, after the cultivators of the hunting team returned to the village, in a very short time, under the shouts of the villagers, they gathered everyone in the village.

And the last of the villagers to come here were the two couples who came here hand in hand.

Liu Hu, as well as Ah Li.

There are some abnormal Ah Li.