The dense and dark forest suddenly lit up with a bean light.

The candle flame swayed in the mountain wind.

In the light and shadow, there are forest branches dancing with their teeth and claws, dancing at will.

Except for the slight rustling sound of Lin Xiaoyuan walking on the wet land, there was a dead silence in the four fields.

Lin Xiaoyuan concentrated and walked slowly with a short body.

The silence of the mountains and forests has made the already boring search even longer.

As time passed, Lin Xiaoyuan's thinking began to diverge, and his memories were wandering again.

Shopkeeper Lin said before that this round of immortal disciples is about to begin, and there should be other rounds.

Shopkeeper Lin knows so many things, and he also knows where there is a high probability that strange things will appear, and there are many performances beyond mortals before, so has Shopkeeper Lin also cultivated immortals? Why did Shopkeeper Lin flee back covered in blood? What happened to Shopkeeper Lin in his round of trials?

Aren't immortals omnipotent?

How can it be like mortals, who can also be injured, born, old, sick and die?

After all, what kind of existence is considered an immortal?

Lin Xiaoyuan associates the past from the present, and then fantasizes about the future.

Time was in Lin Xiaoyuan's distraction, slowly walking towards the deeper night.

In fact, Lin Xiaoyuan is very smart, and his grades were quite good when he was studying in the town.

If it weren't for the fact that there was such a way as cultivating immortals, he would really be likely to study the scriptures hard and take the top prize in the future career.

After all, in his previous relatively narrow worldview, there is nothing more proud than the title of the gold list.

Although Lin Xiaoyuan is now a little inferior and cowardly, his poor life has always made him extremely sensitive, and it is this keen emotional perception that makes Lin Xiaoyuan play the role of a sensible and good child among adults and children.

Except, of course, the mayor's son, Lin Dazhuang.

Lin Daqiang's name is Lin Donglei, and the mayor of the town named him for a great reason.

Lin Xiaoyuan scoffed at this.

He also thinks carefully, and sometimes he is bullied miserably, and he can't help but want to take out bad water: Brother Honeysuckle said that the thunder was because the heavenly gods coughed, and this Lin Dazhuang was at most a few spittle stars.

Although his grandmother taught him that it was not good to say bad things behind his back, it shouldn't be too bad to say bad things about bad people behind his back, right?

When he was a child, Lin Dazhuang loved to make fun of and insult his parents who died early, Lin Dazhuang took the lead in shouting wild children, he led people to smash the Tianmen faction, and even he almost made trouble at his grandmother's funeral.

When he becomes a great immortal, he must ......

Seeing that the more he thought about it, the farther and farther he went, Lin Xiaoyuan immediately pulled back his thoughts, and he patted his head with his hand, wanting to get rid of the distracting thoughts.

Lin Xiaoyuan came back to his senses and began to think about how to collide with the immortals.

The highest point of this mountain is 100 zhang high, and the sitting area is not large.

Lin Xiaoyuan quickened his pace, while cautiously observing his surroundings, occasionally looking up at the hazy crescent moon in the sky.

Through the treetops, Lin Xiaoyuan was relatively speechless with the silver arc above his head.

The long wind is gentle in the near distance, and the floating clouds in the distance stretch.

Lin Xiaoyuan temporarily let go of his fear of darkness, and he once again recalled Uncle Lin's two suggestions: special and luminous.

If you can, can you get the bright moon above your head down?

Lin Xiaoyuan's eyebrows furrowed, and he raised his hand again and scratched the back of his head.

He still knows the story of the monkey fishing for the moon.

But right now, he doesn't have any water, let alone a bamboo basket.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, his frown furrowed.

Lin Xiaoyuan didn't dare to go to the top of the mountain, after all, it was dangerous to walk on the mountain road at night, so he continued to walk around the foot of the mountain.

The lantern he was carrying swayed, and Lin Xiaoyuan's footsteps also became brisk.

At this time, he lost the initial fear, and had already circled the foot of the mountain.

It was not far from the way back to the town, and Lin Xiaoyuan's steps were even bigger.

It's just that he was a little unwilling, and he didn't find a place with light.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyuan recalled the reddish-brown mud house at the foot of the mountain, and his grandmother had said that the house was a little strange before her death.

On weekdays, Lin Xiaoyuan and Lin Rongdong played hide and seek over there, but at night, he really didn't come here.

The silver crescent moon overhead is obscured by stratus clouds, and from below, it seems that someone on the moon is holding a bottle in his hand, as if watering flowers.

In the blink of an eye, the stratus clouds opened, and the silver moon shone again.

Lin Xiaoyuan rubbed his eyes, and his heart sank.

If you don't even have this bit of courage, what kind of immortal are you cultivating?

With steady movements in his hands to protect the lights, Lin Xiaoyuan took a step and walked towards the strange house.

Through the dim light, Lin Xiao was far away and saw a faint green light under the old tree growing next to the strange house.

Before Lin Xiaoyuan could rejoice, he found a black shadow suddenly appearing in front of the old tree.

The greenery dissipated instantly, and only darkness remained in the field of vision.

Obviously, it is also black, but this black shadow makes the surrounding mountains and forests darkened, this is a black and bright black figure.

The darkness turned out to be bright!

Lin Xiaoyuan trembled and raised the lantern in his hand, and found that the light in the lantern in his hand converged towards the black shadow in the distance, and the bright moonlight in the sky continued to pour into the black shadow.

Not far away, the mud house was even more red, and the bright red silk seemed to be burning with blood.

There's a big thing on the patrol!

Lin Xiaoyuan was shocked, and he was directly stunned in place and didn't dare to move.

After a long time in the town, he finally saw what the old people called dirty.

Although his legs trembled in fear, Lin Xiaoyuan was still sensible.

He knows very well that there are many inexplicable existences in the world, just like the dirty things in the mouths of the old people, the great gods they depict.

If he doesn't run away, he may really die.

Lin Xiaoyuan took a deep breath, endured the pain and gently extinguished the candle flame, and then slowly retreated, and after making sure that he didn't hear any movement behind him, he immediately turned his head and ran towards the town.

I heard the old man say that there are three fires in the body.

Walking in the wilderness at night, as long as you don't look back, the ghosts and gods are hard to stay.

The boy strode across the mountains and forests in the direction of the town, a few points faster than the daytime walk.

Run into town and be safe!

That's the only thing the teenager thinks at the moment.

The dying struggles along the way made him ignore the scenery around him.

Stratus clouds have risen again, and the person who had been watering the bottle has disappeared, and a lantern hangs alone, flashing three times before disappearing with the stratus cloud.

The bright moon was full, and the outline of the silver plate was actually a layer of red light.

Lin Xiaoyuan didn't even see it, and the black shadow dissipated the moment he turned around.

But even if Lin Xiaoyuan looks back and sees the disappearance of the black shadow, he will not stop, the unknown is the most terrifying.

He was so anxious that he self-righteously ignored the admonition of Shopkeeper Lin.

Everything is self-inflicted.

Fortunately, there is no danger.

When Lin Xiaoyuan was lying on the bed with palpitations, his chest rose and fell violently.

The blood was bursting out, and the muscles were still trembling.

It's good to be alive.

Lin Xiaoyuan shrunk in the quilt, leaving only his head.

He stared blankly at the roof of the house that had been blown by the wind a few days ago, and his tears burst like a flood of water, and he cried without hesitation.

The big red jacket was wet with tears, and the big red peony flowers embroidered with gold patterns bloomed more brightly.

The dead wood in Lin Xiaoyuan's heart has sprouts, but there is no longer the numbness and loneliness that it once had.

The stars and the moon are scarce, and the night is sleepy.

The frightened teenager finally stopped grieving and fell into a chaotic dream.