The Southern Spirit Continent is different from the Northern Spirit in that it is all inhabited by monks of the same race, rather than a mixed ethnic village like Chestnut Village. So naturally, the territory of the wolf clan is the wolf village.

"Then will you go to the sheep village to catch the lambs?" Hua Shanyun sat on Lang Moyan's shoulder and hummed, Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat...... Don't look at me as just a sheep......

"Why do you have to go to Sheep Village?" Although it felt strange, Lang Moyan still explained well, "There is an agreement between the villages, and if we hunt, we will go to the non-ethnic territory, and we can hunt a lot of food that is not from the ethnic group." And they are all monks, so naturally they will not only know how to drink blood like the beasts of the mortal world. ”

"That's right, we're like this in Beiling." Hua Shanyun nodded, and saw a figure running over from afar.

"Black soil!" It was the voice of the male duck, which reminded Hua Shanyun of the little duck raised by Uncle Cui's family, just listening to the sound was true.

It can be felt that Lang Moyan obviously took a deep breath, but it was useless, and he still couldn't help but give the male duck a kick.

"You kid dare to kick me, no big or small......" The male duck was not angry, he ran over with a hippie smile, and looked at Hua Shanyun again, "Yo, little mouse, you are recovering well." ”

Hua Shanyun also took a deep breath, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "I'm a chipmunk, not a mouse." ”

"Hey, they're all rats anyway, the same." The male duck's voice was still hippie and smiling, "I am Lang Baiyan, Heitu's cousin, you can call me big brother like him." If you don't call you a little mouse, then what do you call it? ”

"Brother Bai, my name is Hua Shanyun, and people who are familiar with me call me Ah Yun."

"Okay, Ah Yun, my house is at the foot of the mountain in front of me, are you going down the mountain in this direction? Why don't you just go to my house......"

"Aren't you going up the mountain in this direction?" Lang Moyan intercepted his words.

"Hey, I originally came up to look for you to go fishing together, didn't I just meet it, let's go ...... walk" Lang Baiyan was in a hurry.

The mountains of the Nanling Continent are towering, the rivers are meandering, and the Wolf Village occupies an entire Langya Mountain with the Langya River at the foot of the mountain. The village chief lives on the top of the mountain, Lang Moyan's house is halfway up the mountain, and Lang Baiyan's house is not far from the river at the foot of the mountain.

"Why do you love fishing so much, isn't it good to have this time to cultivate?" Lang Moyan was helplessly dragged away, and Hua Shanyun swayed on his shoulder.

"No matter how boring cultivation is, you should come to fishing more so that your state of mind can be perfect." Lang Baiyan has his own set of theories, "Come on, come on, give you a fishing rod, this is my new made, a good ivory rod." ”

Lang Moyan borrowed a fishing rod and turned it upside down, and it was really a fine ivory, warm as jade, light as a feather, and tough as a vine. It's just that such a good material is used to refine attack magic weapons, and it is used to make fishing rods, and his cousin made it.

"Small consumption...... Ah, Ah Yun, I don't have a small fishing rod here that you can use, you're too small. Lang Baiyan scratched his head, "Why don't you just watch us fish?" Don't run around. ”

"Ah Yun, you sit here first, blow the wind and look at the scenery, it just so happens that your injury is just right, you need to rest more." Lang Moyan put her on a rock between himself and Lang Baiyan, and took out some spiritual fruit snacks for her, and then sat back on his fishing chair with an ivory rod, "I'll accompany him to fish two rods, and then I'll take you to play elsewhere." ”

Hua Shanyun nodded obediently, picked up a spirit fruit and gnawed on it, looking at the mountains that stretched into the distance, listening to the murmuring of the river, feeling the warm and humid south wind, so comfortable that the pores were about to open.

It's not bad to be friends with a fishing guy, good mountains, good water, good mood, and you can eat grilled fish at night.