Three days later, Yan Ming took Xiao Wudao and Fengyu and Ping down the mountain.

"What, the head of the family didn't let us bring things down the mountain for Xiao Wudao, causing me to clean up for so many days in vain," Feng Yu said angrily with a small face

"Senior brother in charge, I said that the ancestor has explained that I don't want Xiao Wudao to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, as long as he can spend his life happily," Yan Ming stroked Feng Yu's head and said

Feng Yu and Heping have nothing to say.

Baiyushan is located in the deep mountains in the north of Zhongzhou, and this is the junction of the Huayu Dynasty and the Chihu Dynasty, because Baiyushan can't escape the world, these two dynasties are the most powerful sects within this thousand miles.

Deep in the mountains, thirty miles west, I saw a small village. The village was not too big, the houses looked like they had just been repaired, and the villagers were busy, when a little boy saw the four of them coming while playing, and shouted "Mother, sister fairy is here".

。 The villagers stopped what they were doing when they heard the children's shouts, and they came to the entrance of the village to bow to Fengyu and the four of them, because when the darkness was in turmoil, it was the three of them who saved the whole village, and they were the lifesavers for the whole village.

Yan Ming hurriedly helped up the village chief and said, "We are immortal cultivators, just to save innocent people from fire and water, this is our duty."

After the village chief and grandfather were helped up by Yan Ming, he hurriedly beckoned the villagers to take out chickens, ducks, sheep, pigs and old wine to entertain a few distinguished guests.

The villagers took out their chickens and ducks one after another, which is their most precious thing.

Yan Ming hurriedly excused himself, but the villagers still accepted the banquet.

Yan Ming didn't go into the deep mountains, but after a while, he came out of the deep mountains again, carrying a wild boar dozens of times more than he had beaten on his shoulder.

Under Feng Yu's persuasion, the villagers accepted the wild boar, and then the villagers took out the wine they brewed from home, and asked Feng Yu Yan Ming and the four of them not to dislike it.

As the night sky fell, the villagers finally grilled the giant boar and drank their home-brewed wine. I thanked Yan Ming and the four people one by one.

After thanking the villagers, Yan Ming asked the villagers for a commission: "The three of us came to the road, and saw a child, who was thrown in the mountains, and there was only a broken sword beside the child, and I was told on a piece of cloth that the child's name was Wudao, because the child's father was chased and killed by the enemy, and he was left in the mountains, and I was afraid that a wild beast would take him away, so I took him on the road together, and the father and mother of the child were not alive, so I wanted to find a family for him, so that he could grow up safely."

After speaking, Yan Ming asked to find a family in the village and take in Xiao Wudao. The village chief hurriedly agreed, without any excuses. It means that the villagers in the village will raise their children together, and as long as they have a bite to eat, Xiao Wudao will not starve to death.

Yan Ming and the three of them hurriedly thanked him, because the ancestor had confessed that he could not explain, and Xiao Wudao's true life experience could only lie to the villagers.

Although Xiao Wudao is already the appearance of five, he is like a one- or two-year-old child, because he looks too cute, the big children in the village quickly mingle with Wudao. The adults also pampered him.

After the wine and food were full, did the villagers fall asleep, Xiao Wudao also fell asleep early, Feng Yu touched Wudao's little face and said, "It's really reluctant to get along for a month."

"As long as I reach the secret realm of turning into a dragon as soon as possible, I can travel down the mountain and find a small way."

After all, the path of cultivation is so hard and long, and the month when there is little Wudao is also the happiest time in their lives.

Yan Ming said, "It's time to go, and when you can compete for the throne of the most powerful son and saint in Zhongzhou, you will still want to see it."

The three of them were about to leave, and Xiao Wudao shouted in his sleep, "Little sister, little brother, uncle, don't go" in his sleep.

Hearing this, the three of them were even more reluctant, because Xiao Wudao was five years old, but he still couldn't speak, and he actually said it at this juncture of separation.

Feng Yu had tears in the corners of her eyes, stuffed a handkerchief for Xiao Wudao, and turned to leave.

After 3 years, Xiao Wudao is the same as a normal eight-year-old child. But more energetic than children of the same age.

Every day, he either digs birds' nests, or goes down to the river to fish, mingling with children who are three or four years older than him.

The appearance is more exquisite, and if you have long hair, it looks like someone's little fairy.