In the mountains and forests, there is a valley with a slightly flat terrain.

The cottage that Chen Fei remembered was located here.

This is a Taoist temple, called Qinglian Temple. There was an old Taoist priest who practiced here with a young apprentice.

However, since October, the two Taoist priests, old and young, have lost their heads.

The Hu people invaded south, the army passed everywhere, and the villages and small cities were all suffered.

The Hu people are ferocious and cruel, attacking cities and villages, often indulging the animal nature in their bodies, burning, killing and looting, and doing all kinds of evil.

Everywhere I went, my family was ruined and my lives were ruined.

Qinglian Temple is located in the deep mountains and old forests, which can be regarded as a paradise. When the people in the outside world were ruined, they fled here following the traces left by the Qinglian Temple in the past.

The master and apprentice were also benevolent and kind-hearted people, and they couldn't bear to suffer in the mountains with these refugees whose families were ruined, so they temporarily took them in.

At first, there were only one or two people, which was not a big deal.

Qinglian Guan has been operated by the masters of the past dynasties, and the family background is solid, and the food stored in the view is enough for the master and apprentice to help some refugees live.

But as more and more people fled to the mountains and forests for refuge, and when it grew to more than 100 people, the foundation of Qinglian Guan could no longer support it.

can only cut back on food and clothing, barely maintaining the status quo.

Recently, there have been cases of refugees being taken away by large insects.

The cottage, which was already depressed and depressed because of the lack of food, was filled with an air of despair.

If it weren't for the strong strength of the master and apprentice, and the magic powers, turmoil would have broken out in the stockade long ago.

Qinglian Guanzhong, in a room.

Master and apprentice sat opposite each other at a small table, on which a stove of green smoke rose and filled the somewhat gray room.

"Master, what do you say we should do? Even if we save more, the food in the temple will only last for four or five days!"

Dressed in a plain robe, the young Taoist priest rubbed his fingers tangledly, and asked the old Taoist priest beside him with a little anxiety.

The old Taoist priest was also dressed in a plain Taoist robe, with crane hair and a childish face, full of energy, and quite a bit of fairy wind and bones.

He didn't pay any attention to his apprentice's anxiety, and enjoyed the incense on the table wholeheartedly.

After all the incense burned, the old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, a pair of black and white eyes were bright, not at all like an old man, not a little cloudy and dark.

Standing up leisurely and moving his sedentary body, the old Taoist priest looked at the anxious appearance of his apprentice, and sighed faintly: "At the beginning, but you begged me to let these people stay......! Alas!"

"Master, don't I want to save more people? Who knows, who knows how difficult it is to save people!"

The young Taoist priest said with a gloomy expression.

Originally, he was full of confidence and felt that he could save everyone with his own strength, but after so many days of hard work, the young Taoist priest still felt that he was a little worse.

He couldn't solve the big insect that hunted refugees alone, and the swordsmanship that the young Taoist priest was proud of couldn't exert much strength in front of the big insect at all.

The sword light swayed and landed on the fur of the big insect, but it was slippery, as if it hit the air, and there was no way to hurt it.

He could only watch as the big worm snatched the refugees and retreated from under his nose in a dashing manner.

This made the young Taoist priest who had always thought he was very powerful deeply shocked, and his heart was lost, and there was a faint tendency to pout.

"Hey, it looks like I still want an old man to do it!"

The old Taoist priest looked at his apprentice's appearance, felt almost over, and spoke.

Proper sharpening can make the flowers thrive, and more can be spicy to destroy the flowers.

The old Taoist priest was dressed in a Taoist robe, wearing a jade crown on his head, holding floating dust, and took the young Taoist priest out of the Qinglian Temple.

The newly built camp around the Taoist temple is chaotic and stinky.

One by one, the refugees who fled were lifeless, numb and numb in the shacks, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and they looked very miserable.

Even though he had expected it, the old Taoist priest was still disappointed and glared back at his apprentice viciously.

After working for so many days, he made it like this, and he was so sorry for his reputation as Qinglian Temple.

"Look at my ......"

Before the old Taoist priest could finish speaking, there was a commotion at the gate of the camp, accompanied by the exclamations of many people.

You can faintly hear "big worms", "warriors", "benefactors", ......

"What's going on?" the old Taoist priest turned to ask his apprentice.

The young Taoist priest looked in the direction of the walled gate, with a confused expression, and spread his hands unknowingly.

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

The old Taoist priest took the lead and walked straight to the gate of the village.

Before he arrived at the gate, the old Taoist priest saw the gate that was wide open.

Many people who were close to the gate of the walled village, gathered there, not knowing what they saw, and let out bursts of cheers.

"Old Daoist!"

"Old Daoist!"

The people on the periphery saw the old Taoist chief, greeted him respectfully, and made way for him.

The old Taoist priest walked into the crowd and finally saw the cause of the commotion.

A handsome man with five mighty and strong men, holding a dead fierce insect, was standing at the gate of the village.

The young men talked eloquently to the people in the stockade about how they had met the mighty worm.

In exaggerated words, the majesty of the tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, the breathtaking breath of the swoop, and how they fought the evil tiger bravely, and how they stabbed the beast to death with their spears.

All in all, Chen Fei used all the words he had learned from Yu Mubai, and tried his best to portray himself and the five peasants as heroic and fearless tiger-fighting heroes who eliminated harm for the people.

The old Taoist priest silently listened to Chen Fei's exaggerated boasting, and his sophisticated heart easily filtered out the moisture in his words and discerned the true situation in them.

He looked at the tiger held by the five big men, the tiger's head was still there, and the flesh and blood of the body had been stripped away, leaving only a fur that had been stabbed by a spear.

Judging from the breath contained in the rest of the tiger, it died yesterday, and it is still very fresh.

"Master, this is the tiger that snatched a man yesterday, I remember him!" the young Taoist priest said in a low voice, standing beside the old Taoist priest.

There was a little shock in his words, and there was a little inexplicable meaning in his eyes when he looked at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei saw an old and a young Taoist priest walking out of the crowd, the old fairy wind crane bones, the young heroic spirit, and the temperament was very different from the others, his eyes lit up, and he guessed in his heart that they were probably the principals here.

Immediately stopped boasting with the others, stepped forward slowly, saluted the two, and then spoke.

"In Xia Chen Fei, passing by your land, I took the liberty to disturb you! I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"