After pondering for a long time, Yuan Fan left the field with the big yellow dog and the little white tiger, and quietly came to a low hill in front of the right side of the village.

This is a peach blossom mountain, peach trees all over the mountain, grow particularly stout, although in autumn, those peach blossoms are still extremely bright, white, shiny, like a sea of flowers, the air is sprinkled with a burst of peach blossom fragrance.

"It's really a good place here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, if only Ling'er was by my side."

Stepping into the peach blossom forest, Yuan Fan sighed, and couldn't help but think of Chen Ling, that beautiful woman was deeply imprinted in his heart and became an unforgettable memory.

As soon as he came to this village, Yuan Fan noticed this Peach Blossom Mountain and felt that the scenery here is beautiful, very quiet and close to nature.

He planned to stay here for a long time and devote himself to cultivation.

At the foot of the mountain, the village where Wang Xiaoer lives is in full view, the geographical location is very unique, the village is surrounded by five mountains, the grass and trees are flourishing, there is a clear stream in front of the village, many fat fish swim in the water, it is natural, like a pure land outside the world.

The entire small mountain village is made of towering ancient trees, but there are dozens of households, all of which add up to about 100 people, none of whom have set foot in the cultivation.

At this time, Wang Xiaoer gasped and found the mountain, with an irrepressible smile, he was about to kneel down when he saw Yuan Fan, saying that Yuan Fan saved his father, and the grace of saving his life was greater than heaven, and he must be grateful.

Yuan Fan's eyes were quick, and he stepped out to help him up, and said: "It's just a gesture, you don't have to be like this, I'm not a god, if you kneel down and thank me, you can't stand it, and you may lose your life." ”

"Guest officer, I don't know how to thank you for saying that." Wang Xiaoer touched his head and said with a smile.

Wang Xiaoer's age is not very old, twenty-five or sixteen, although his face is haggard, but it is much better than what Yuan Fan saw before, two big dark circles under his eyes, and the smile that seems to be forever troubled has appeared on his face again.

Yuan Fan looked at him for a while, and teased: "You are different from the past now, your clothes are all patches, you have to be grateful to me, and there are no spirit stones, or find a few people to help me build a wooden house." ”

Wang Xiaoer was slightly stunned when he heard this, looked around the peach forest, and asked with some uncertainty: "Guest officer, do you mean to say that you want to live here?" ”

Yuan Fan nodded and said with a smile: "The scenery here is good, picturesque, it is a good place, I plan to live for a while, just to play the rivers and mountains." ”

When Wang Xiaoer heard Yuan Fan's reply, he laughed, was very happy, and turned around and left after chatting for a while.

Practicing the "Origin Sutra", Yuan Fan reached the Inner Dan Realm, and his divine power was different from ordinary people, so it was naturally easy to build a wooden house.

It's just that he doesn't want others to owe him anything, saving Wang Xiaoer's father is a gesture, not enough to worry about, and he can't make huge profits from it.

After a while, Wang Xiaoer came to the top of the mountain with seven or eight people, and was extremely excited when he heard that there was a cultivator who wanted to live in Peach Blossom Mountain and asked them to help build a wooden house.

These people have never been far away since they were children, and have been living in small mountain villages, although they have heard that there are immortals outside the mountains who can fly into the clouds, which can smash the mountains and cut off the rivers, but that kind of thing, most people hesitate when they hear it for the first time, and naturally do not believe it, and think it is unlikely.

However, after learning that Wang Xiaoer's father was rescued by the immortals, they all believed in those legends, believed in them, and quickly spread the news throughout the mountain village.

Before sunset, Yuan Fan's wooden house was finally built, covering an area of ten zhang, cleaned by seven or eight people, standing in the depths of the peach forest.

The seven or eight people greeted Yuan Fan, and under the leadership of Wang Xiaoer, they returned to the small mountain village again, with simple smiles on each other's faces.

Before leaving, Wang Xiaoer told Yuan Fan to let him go to his home for dinner in the evening, prepared good wine, and said that his father wanted to thank him in person for saving his life.

Yuan Fan nodded, did not refuse, and said to Wang Xiaoer that he would definitely come in the evening, and there were still many things to ask.

After Wang Xiaoer and the others left, Yuan Fan turned his head and looked at the big yellow dog and the little white tiger lying in the peach forest, and his face suddenly darkened.

This tasteless big earth dog is most fond of treasures, and it proposes to come to this small mountain village, and must be uneasy and kind, knowing that there are treasures hidden in the mountains.

Yuan Fan walked over, kicked the big yellow dog, and said, "Dead dog, sleep with your uncle, get up for me and tell the truth, is there any treasure hidden in this village?" ”

The big yellow dog slept soundly, and was kicked by Leng Buding, and woke up a little annoyed, baring his teeth and saying loudly: "Boy, this king warns you, don't kick this king indiscriminately, or bite off your thigh!" ”

After speaking, the big yellow dog smiled evilly, kicked the little white tiger on the side, hurriedly closed his eyes again, and pretended to be asleep.

The big yellow dog's kick was very powerful, and it directly kicked the little white tiger ten meters away.

"Woo."

The little white tiger woke up with a whining, like a little white cat, looked at Yuan Fan, thinking that Yuan Fan kicked it, a little aggrieved, waving his white paws with teary eyes, as if protesting.

"Dead dog, your uncle!"

Seeing this scene, Yuan Fan scolded, his face was ugly, and he felt that this big yellow dog was too tasteless, so he didn't pay attention to it anymore, and walked down the mountain with the little white tiger with his teeth and claws.

"Boy, what are you going to do, you don't want treasures?" With a smug smile on his face, the big yellow dog shouted defiantly in the peach forest behind him.

"No, just stay away from me." Yuan Fan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to pay attention to it.

The big yellow dog was very satisfied with Yuan Fan's reaction, laughed, and quickly followed, saying, "Boy, this king can tell you that the treasures in this mountain village are definitely beyond your imagination. ”

Yuan Fan glanced at it and said suspiciously: "What kind of baby, if you don't take it yourself, you look like you have nothing to do, you definitely don't have a good heart." ”

The big yellow dog grinned and pretended to be mysterious: "Do you know what the name of this small mountain village is? ”

"I don't know, I don't want to know, if you want to say it, just say it, don't say pull it down."

Yuan Fan shook his head indifferently, and walked away quickly with the little white tiger in his arms.

The big yellow dog stood in place, and did not follow, but looked at the five mountains behind the mountain village, muttering, and frowning deeply.

At night, Yuan Fan came to Wang Xiaoer's house, and the family of four was very warm for his arrival.

On the wooden table, Wang Xiaoer took out his own good wine, and also caught fat fish, which was grilled very fragrant, golden and golden, and he was very appetizing when he looked at it.

Through conversation, Yuan Fan learned that the eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman was Wang Xiaoer's younger sister, named Wang Yuan, who was born beautiful, although she could not be compared with a woman who cultivated, but she was also a beautiful woman.

She looked at the chubby and especially cute little white tiger, her eyes lit up, she liked it very much, and after obtaining Yuan Fan's consent, she took it and hugged it in her arms, constantly stroking, like a cat.

Yuan Fan was speechless, this girl has a really big heart, and her feelings are to pet the tiger as a cat.

"When I was young, the old man, I also went to the Immortal City, I remember that I still took the cloud boat of a big sect to go, I didn't expect that after a few years, I could still meet people who cultivate immortals, and they are still so young, it is really fate."

Wang Xiaoer's father was a kind teacher, and the people in the village called him "Uncle Wang", who usually went to the river to teach the children in the village to read and write, and was deeply liked by the children.

Listening to him, when he was a teenager, he went to Qixian City, where he apprenticed and learned art, and also thought about stepping into practice, but unfortunately he was not selected by the immortal cultivation forces, just because his qualifications were too poor to practice, and finally returned to the small mountain village and became a teacher here.

Yuan Fan arrived at a glass of wine, remembered the mysterious appearance of the big yellow dog on the top of the mountain, and asked tentatively: "Uncle Wang, I don't know what the name of this small mountain village is?" ”

Wang Xiaoer's father had a wrinkled face, and he didn't have time to respond after drinking, and the old woman sitting next to him said with a smile: "The name of our small mountain village is a long time ago, I don't know if it was the name given by the village chief of that generation, it is called Sanqingdao Village. ”

That old woman is Wang Xiaoer's mother, and she looks at least sixty or seventy years old, and she has reached the age of antiquity.

When Yuan Fan heard the name "Sanqing", he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and naturally, he thought of the legendary Taoist immortals, the three Tianzun of Sanqing.