The night when the clouds leave the mountains, the eyes are full of fog.

As the sun sets, the clouds fight back and regain the upper hand, and the surrounding mountains are obscured by a thick fog that converges in the sky and finally becomes a canopy. Looking up at the starry sky, the most dazzling starlight could not be seen at all, leaving only a chaotic emptiness.

Mujiazhai was covered with a thick veil, and the surrounding bamboo houses and wooden houses were full of shadows, and from time to time there were a few noises or whispers, and then fell silent, like insects stealing wheat grain, hiding in the grass in shame, and quietly and proudly chirping a few times.

In the square in the center, bonfires are jumping, some boys and girls are jumping, and even the ubiquitous fog seems to be jumping, injecting some vitality into the clouds in the night. In the air, the spicy and sour bitterness of the bitter vine is mixed with a rich aroma, and every time you take a breath, you seem to taste the joys and sorrows of life, which makes people feel a few traces of surprise or sorrow.

Walking slowly, Thirteen Lang suddenly looked up and sighed.

The fact that the starry sky is covered by clouds does not mean that the starry sky disappears, and when you stand on the ground, the clouds and mist appear incomparably thick and solid, like an unbreakable maze. But if you fly in the sky, or travel nine days away, all you see is a layer of light cotton yarn, how can there be any mystery at all.

The vast starry sky is so ethereal, how mysterious, and how desirable and helpless. Human beings' yearning for the starry sky will not be distinguished by high or low, nor will it be distinguished by whether or not they can cultivate the Tao, or even die out due to the changes of time. The difference is that the cultivator can see it as a desirable and attainable goal, while for ordinary people, the starry sky is merely a fantasy, a distant place of hope or despair.

Thinking about the starry sky in his heart, thinking about the words of Tinker Bell before, Thirteen Lang frowned lightly, a little anxious.

Tinker Bell kept silent about her injuries, didn't say what goals she should work towards, and didn't see her try to cultivate and heal. She didn't even mention any direction, but she wanted to think about those illusory and ethereal things, which made Shisanlang feel heavy and even a little ominous.

Strictly speaking, Shimaro knows almost nothing about Tinker Bell, neither how her injuries are healed, nor her identity, or even the true purpose of her entry into the Demon Realm. The only thing he knew was that Ding Dong was so badly injured that he didn't want to intervene himself.

He had thought about it countless times in his heart, and there were only two reasons he could find. One is that Tinker Bell is sure of herself, so she doesn't want to bother with it, and the other is that she feels that Thirteen Lang's strength is too weak to provide the slightest help, so naturally there is no need to mention it.

There is also a possibility of zuihou, and Thirteen Lang has been avoiding and unwilling to think about it. However, the previous conversation made him think about it, and then he was worried.

Tinker Bell, may be dead!

If that's the case......

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Walking on the ground made of sand, soil and rocks, the ground is slightly sticky between the ground and the soles of the feet, and the clothes are a little heavy, as if dragging the creatures into the ground in a moisturizing and silent way, becoming a part of them. Jusan Lang didn't deliberately stay dry, and a layer of water gradually condensed on his hair, which shone under the light of the fire that jumped from time to time, as if it was dyed with a layer of hoarfrost.

There was a coolness on the skin, or a chill, that was the feeling of moisture trying to penetrate into the body. This level of dampness and cold could not hurt Shisanro's body, but it made him feel extremely cold, and almost subconsciously, he wanted to get close to the fire, to the place that exuded heat and vitality.

"Immortal Chang'an is good!"

Several teenage children frolicked away from the fire, and suddenly found Thirteen Lang walking in slowly, and quickly stopped and saluted him. His eyes flickered, looking him up and down, faintly excited. ...,

In less than half a day, the people in the village already knew that this young man who seemed to be polite and polite was strong, and he could kill an adult caracal with a single palm; more importantly, he was also a monk, and his realm was almost as good as Mu Yuanlang. For the mountain people, such a character has belonged to the category of immortals, not to mention that the fairy aunt still respects him as a brother, so he is extremely respectful to Thirteen Lang and does not dare to offend in the slightest.

These children were not as cautious as adults, and they could not see the mood of Thirteen Lang, but judging from his appearance, he was not much older than himself, so although his posture was sufficient, his demeanor revealed more curiosity than awe. There are two bold people, and there is a desire to try in their eyes, showing the simple but brave nature of the mountain people.

Thirteen Lang was awakened by the shouts of several people, looked up at the children, smiled gently, and motioned for them to continue playing, not to care about themselves.

Children often have a sensitivity that adults do not have, and several children feel the kindness of Thirteen Lang, and they become more and more emboldened, and instead of dispersing, they draw closer.

"Immortal Chief, you...... Do you take in apprentices?" asked a boy who was a little older and looked like a leader.

His skin was dark, his body was very strong, he was only dressed in single clothes like Thirteen Lang, and he was sweating a lot because he kept running, and his whole person looked steamy. People in the mountains are not afraid of the cold, but they are afraid that the cold will invade the bones, and they usually add shirts at night. The child was dressed in such a way that his parents seemed very confident that they were not afraid that he would fall ill.

Listening to the boy's words, Shisanlang was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "My cultivation is inferior, and I can't accept apprentices." ”

Disappointment flashed in the children's eyes, and the boy said stubbornly: "But the little wolf brother said that you are very powerful, better than him!"

Thirteen Lang was slightly flustered again, secretly thinking that these children dared to call Mu Yuanlang's nickname, and he could say such things in front of the children, which was not in vain Uncle Mu's teachings.

After thinking about it, he said, "You believe him?"

The boy said affirmatively, "Of course, Brother Little Wolf is good, he never lies." ”

Thirteen Lang smiled, his impression of Mu Yuanlang changed a lot again, and said, "Weishenme won't let him teach you...... You guys?"

The question sparked a whining discussion, and the children forgot the etiquette they needed to maintain in front of the fairy chief, and they began to shout.

"Brother Little Wolf is a monk, we don't have a Dao foundation, we can't learn. ”

"Yes, yes, I can only refine my body, like Uncle Mu. ”

"Dream, you can catch up with Brother Mu Tie. ”

"Nonsense, I must be like Uncle Mu!"

"You're just talking nonsense, there is only one Uncle Mu, you don't know what you can do!"

"You ......"

Thirteen Lang's head was big for a while, and he hurriedly waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, and said: "Body refining can be learned from Uncle Mu, uh, he may be a little busy, Mu Tie, aren't they too?" I see that there are many people in the village who know how to refine the body, weishenme wants to find me?"

"Because ......" The other children were silent, and the boy at the head was hesitant, wanting to say but not daring.

Jusan Lang smiled encouragingly at him, but didn't speak.

"Because you're eight-fingered!One finger is so powerful, much stronger than Brother Tie!" the boy's words rushed out of his mouth, and then he looked at Thirteen Lang with panicked eyes, for fear that he would be annoyed by it.

Shisanlang was not ashamed, but he was shocked into a cold sweat, thinking that the original mutilated limbs had also become a symbol of strength, which was really a gain.

Suddenly, Thirteen Lang couldn't help but laugh at himself, secretly thinking that he was in the Demon Domain, and there was a problem that needed to be solved by his side, so why waste time playing with these children. As he was thinking about how to send the children away, he heard a timid voice sound. ...,

"Immortal Chief, I have a Dao Ji, can I be your apprentice?"

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Looking up, there was a little girl of seven or eight years old standing behind everyone, wearing a thin jacket in purple, looking at Shisanlang with expectant eyes. At this time, seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on herself, the little girl was a little timid, lowered her head and rubbed the corners of her clothes, no longer squeaking.

"Xiaoyi, you want to apprentice again!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Little Wolf has already said that you can't cultivate the Tao. ”

"That's it, not only the little wolf brother said this, but even the grandfather said so. ”

The children around shouted one after another, and the shyness on the girl's face became even stronger, but she stubbornly stood in place, and even raised her head. Her eyes were clouded with a layer of moisture, but she still refused to give up, just looked at Thirteen Lang, waiting for his answer, or another blow.

Thirteen Lang's heart moved slightly, and a figure suddenly flashed in his mind, and in a trance, he actually overlapped with the girl in front of him.

Although the night is cold, it is not enough to wear a padded jacket. Besides, the child himself is very active, and he will not feel cold when he laughs and plays, this girl is dressed like this, obviously has a weak physique, and even has a disease. Jusan Lang looked at this weak little girl, and did not rush to answer her words, but let go of his divine thoughts and carefully examined her body.

Then, he shook his head slightly.

It wasn't the first time that the girl had been examined by Doki, and she was obviously aware of Jusan Lang's actions, and when she saw him shake his head, her hopeful eyes quickly dimmed, and her little hands pinched tighter at the corners of her clothes.

Thirteen Lang's eyesight is far from human, he saw that the girl's little hands were pinched white, and the soft skin was cut by a fingernail, and his heart twitched inexplicably.

He asked, "Weishenme wants to cultivate the Tao?"

Without hesitation, the girl replied, "See Grandma." ”

After a slight pause, she continued: "Treat Ah Gong's injuries." ”

The boy who took the lead suddenly said, "Your grandma can't be cured." ”

There was nothing malicious, just a hint of childish ridicule. The oldest of these children is only ten years old, and they still can't understand clearly and thoroughly what it means to cure the disease, and their tone is inevitably a little vain.

The girl was furious, but she couldn't think of how to fight back, so she could only look at each other with angry eyes, and her little hands were clenched tighter. At that moment, her shyness and weakness disappeared without a trace, revealing a sharp feeling.

The boy looked into the girl's eyes, his gaze flinched slightly, and he said, "It's not what I said, Ah Gong said so." ”

After that, the boy was so anxious to get out of the girl's sight that he forgot about the apprenticeship to the immortal chief, and roared away with the other children. Bursts of laughter and laughter echoed in the night.

The girl didn't go with them, and looked at the figure of her companion in the distance in a daze, and seemed to see nothing, a little dazed.

"What's your name?"

"Oh...... Huh?"

The girl turned her head and realized that Jushiro was asking herself, and lowered her head a little shyly and said softly.

"My name is Ziyi. ”

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