Three strokes in the day. A bantam horse, a big man, and a teenager, slowly walked out of the mountain pass.

"Actually, we could all run last night."

Ji Wutong looked at the thousands of ravines in the distance, and he hadn't even arrived at the first stop, Wanlang City, and the experience was so dangerous.

"It's so boring to run, it's boring enough to live this day."

Xue Pingshan, who was walking aside, did not choose to take the sky today.

It's also good to take a walk, look at the new branches of the trees around you shivering in the wind, and see the dew on the grass at your feet.

You have to slow down, or you'll miss out on a lot of interesting things.

Xue Pingshan changed his route, took Ji Wutong and walked in the direction of the main road, and advanced to Qingshui Town.

About two hours later, Xue Pingshan squatted on the side of the main road and shook his head.

"There's something wrong with this monument too."

Xue Pingshan glanced at the end of the road in the distance, and there was nothing abnormal. The boundary monument was damaged, and the war was born. This is not a good omen.

"What? Scared? Want to go home? ”

Xue Pingshan smiled, he was looking at the front road, and the little brother Ji Wutong looked at the back road.

Ji Wutong shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid." I'm going to get out of the roll call and go back! ”

Every wanderer who leaves home is like a paper kite in the sky, and the concern of his father and mother is that thread.

When the wanderers are homesick, they can only look back, they want to fly high and far. so that I won't let my father's hard work be in vain.

"Daddy doesn't care if you can make a name for yourself, they just want you to be safe."

Xue Pingshan had never felt the love of his father, this was what he imagined.

"But I care."

Ji Wutong said and picked up Dabai, he had to go to Wanlang City as soon as possible, there was a post station letter hall, he wanted to write to his father, the boundary monument outside was turbulent, and it was not appropriate to go out.

This place is still forty miles away from Qingshui Town, Qingshui Town is larger than Renhe Town, where there are many immortals, Xue Pingshan plans to follow the main road to the sky.

"Can you go?" Ji Wutong patted Dabai.

Da Bai nodded, took out a piece of dough made by his mother from Ji Wutong's satchel, and walked leisurely to the grass next to him.

Xue Pingshan grabbed Ji Wutong's shoulder, stepped quickly in two steps, and rose against the wind.

Along the way, the snow became lighter and lighter, and the grass and trees began to decorate the mountains that had been dormant for more than a few months.

About ten miles away from Qingshui Town, Xue Pingshan collected the immortal power and fell to the ground.

"How?"

Ji Wutong asked, and Xue Pingshan looked at the mountain depression in the distance with a solemn expression.

"It should be the mountain spiders from Erlong Mountain not far away!" Xue Pingshan squinted, and the mountain chopping knife behind him trembled faintly.

Ji Wutong looked at the mountain depression, but he couldn't feel anything, he was amazed by Xue Pingshan's perception and experience in the wild.

I think I should learn more from Xue Pingshan, and there will be many days to walk in the wild in the future.

"Let's take a detour, this mountain spider is in trouble, it's more difficult to deal with than that scourge!"

Xue Pingshan said, dragging Ji Wutong, who was still in place, into the mountains on the side.

The mountain spider is a social demon beast of Sidan, the size of a goat, and a group of three to five.

These mountain spiders have a clear division of labor in battle, and their most fatal thing is the spider silk that spews out of their mouths, which will die when they touch it, and there is no antidote.

Therefore, most of its spider silk is used as poison by people, and Xue Pingshan is not interested in those things.

What kind of good goods can someone who needs poison be?

"There is a Baina village in the east, where Penglai Jinhua Niangniang has been worshiped for generations, and we will go there to rest tonight."

Xue Pingshan said no more nonsense. Looking at the direction of the east, there was no abnormality, and he grabbed Ji Wutong and flew into the sky.

The legend of the Golden Flower Niangniang, Ji Wutong has heard of it.

Legend has it that Jinhua Niangniang was born in Baina Village, thousands of years ago Jinhua Niangniang worshiped into the Confucian and Taoist fairy gates, and the demon beasts killed by a flying sword were terrified.

But Jinhua Niangniang treats the villagers kindly and responds to requests. After flying to Penglai, the Jinhua Niangniang Temple in Baina Village can be described as the peak of incense, and there are often outsiders who come to visit.

About half a stick of incense, Ji Wutong saw Baina Village in the air, which is a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers, and smoke drifts by the river.

In the very center of the village. There is a row of red-walled courtyards, and in the middle of the courtyard there is a gold-roofed tile house. That should be the Golden Flower Niangniang Temple.

Strange and strange, Xue Pingshan received his divine power and landed not far from the entrance of the village, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, this Baina Village is the most lively.

Nearly 100 households in the village will carry the statue of Jinhua Niangniang to the entrance of the village, and hold a grand temple fair at the entrance of the village, which can attract many outsiders to come.

But today, the entrance to the village is empty, and every family seems to be closed.

"Who!"

Just when Xue Pingshan walked to the entrance of the village with Ji Wutong, two immortals with swords suddenly jumped out in front of them.

"In Xue Ping Mountain, Lower Wanlang City, today's Baina Village Temple Fair is here to worship."

Xue Pingshan smiled and bowed.

"There is no temple fair in Baina Village today, and the whole village is thankful! Please come back, both of you. ”

The immortal in the green shirt was very impatient, and looked Xue Pingshan and Ji Wutong up and down, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"Immortals, this Baina Village has a temple fair every year, how is it this year.."

"Hurry up, hurry up! Do you still want to break into our village? ”

The blue-shirted immortal was about to draw his sword as he spoke, and Ji Wutong hurriedly pulled Xue Pingshan back.

The two could not enter the village, so they had to sit under the tree outside the village to meditate and rest.

"Thank you on the second day of the Lunar New Year, something big should have happened in the village." Xue Pingshan said to himself, after walking outside for so many years, he has never been so embarrassed as he is today.

Ji Wutong rubbed his bow and arrows, especially the silver arrow, he had to take good care of it.

"Brother Xue, something is wrong."

Ji Wutong said, the silver arrow in his hand did not move and trembled, and the direction that the arrow pointed to happened to be the Golden Flower Niangniang Temple.

Xue Pingshan didn't speak, but closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

The two of them looked at the Golden Flower Niangniang Temple together.

"Hurry up!"

Before the two of them could be sure, an immortal in front and three fairy children in the back, escorting a pair of orphans and widows to the entrance of the village.

The mother and son were thinly dressed, and the woman carried a cloth bag on her shoulder, and several single clothes were scattered all over the ground. The child was only about three years old and cried incessantly.

The mother and son staggered under the push and finally fell at the entrance of the village. Apparently kicked out of the village.

Ji Wutong let out a long breath, and looked at the mother who was kneeling on the ground and was still trying to laugh and tease her child, telling him not to cry.

Ji Wutong's heart was sour, and he began to admonish himself when he turned his mind, just like the lotus seed was humiliated that night.

It's not about hanging high, it's not about hanging up!

After meditating in his heart, Ji Wutong closed his eyes and let the silver arrow in his hand tremble.

"Isn't that bullying?"

Xue Pingshan shouted angrily, got up from the ground to the mother and son, and carefully helped them up.

After asking two or three sentences, I learned that on the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the golden flower lady asked for a dream and surrendered, saying that the incense in the village was not dedicated enough,

Early the next morning, about 50 cattle, sheep, donkeys, and horses died in the village. The village chief was puzzled, over the years, the Golden Flower Niangniang Temple was the most prosperous temple in Shili Eight Villages.

Last night, the village chief dreamed again that Jinhua Niangniang had a dream, saying that if he could still see people in the village who were not dedicated to worship today, he would condemn the whole village.

The village chief woke up from his dream, thought about it, and finally thought that the pair of orphans and widows in the village could not even afford incense on weekdays, so he made up his mind today to kill them out of the village.

Ji Wutong, who was still sitting under the tree, shook his head secretly, this road is too difficult, the wild is a fierce beast that wants human life, and the village is a believer who punishes people's hearts.