The autumn leaves turn yellow and fall on the surface of the lake, with a bit of indescribable gloom.

Yu Qing stood on the hillside with his waist crossed, looking out at the small village shrouded in smoke.

"Is this Nebula Village?"

Yu Qingqian and Jian Bailing hit it off half a month ago, packed up their things and ran to the Star Luo Empire together, leaving only a perfunctory farewell letter for Yueguan and leaving, so angry that he ate three meals in a row to dissipate his anger.

Nebula Village is located in the western border area of the Star Luo Empire, at the foot of the mountain, and is shrouded in fog all year round, with little contact with the outside world.

But that doesn't mean the village is a place to stay.

On the contrary, from the people who have been to this village, it can be known that Xingyun Village has a thorough understanding of the outside world, and as long as there are guests there, they will be warmly welcomed.

This is also what makes Yu Qingqian puzzled.

"Sister Lime, since those people say that the people here are hospitable, why do they have this task?"

Yu Qingqian withdrew his gaze from afar and looked at Jian Bailime beside him.

When Jian Bailing left, she bought a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in Heaven Dou City and brought them with them, the kind without lenses and pure frames.

According to her, wearing it on her face can hide many of the emotions that are exposed, making it easier for her to disguise.

Yu Qingqian agreed.

Sister Bai Lime's face is matched with gold-rimmed glasses, like the image of a noble and ascetic royal sister, and she can see Yu Qing's saliva shallowly.

Far from it.

Jane Lime pushed her glasses, "I don't know. However, if the people of this village are really hospitable, then this task will be more difficult than expected."

"yes."

It is said that reaching out does not hit smiling people. If they're hospitable, it's even harder.

"It's okay, when the time comes, when we wear masks, no one will love us."

Jian Bailing smiled softly, shook her head helplessly, and took Yu Qingqian's hand and walked straight towards Xingyun Village.

The two of them disguised themselves as sisters and brothers who had just entered the soul master realm, carrying two big bags openly, and drove straight into Xingyun Village.

There is a half-human-high stone tablet outside Xingyun Village, on which is engraved the words Xingyun Village.

The stele was lonely, with weeds growing next to it, but it wasn't tall, as if it had been cleaned. There were also two bowls of tribute-like things in front of the stele, half of the apples were left, the pits were exposed, and a few ants were happily carrying the grain on them.

Strange, what are you doing with tribute in front of the village monument?

After walking in the misty white fog for less than half a pillar of incense, the vision became clear.

Yu Qingqian pulled the short strap on Jane's white lime backpack, looking like an honest and timid younger brother, a little funny.

The village is cut off from the outside world by a ring of white mist, and the inside of the village is not surrounded by fog, but is exceptionally clear, and even the sunlight still exudes a burst of warmth.

In front of a small grass hut on the side, a little boy in a cotton cloth was pulling a lively puppy to prevent it from rushing over to give each of them a mouthful.

The rest of the village is also bustling with people. People seem to get along quite harmoniously with each other, and there is a sense of paradise.

Seeing outsiders entering the village, the people in the village were not surprised, but a little novelty flashed in their eyes, and a few people were eager to come forward and talk.

"Hello, my brother and I have a lot of Nebula Village suitable for travel, so we thought about coming here for a vacation. Is there a hotel or any other place where I can stay?"

Jane Lime talked nonsense without blinking her eyes, and quietly observed her surroundings.

At this time, several people came over and stood in front of the two of them.

They seemed to be debating who would represent them, and eventually a fortune-teller in a gray robe who looked like a wandering fortune teller was pushed out.

"Ahem." He clenched his hands into fists and coughed lightly at his mouth, looking up to the sky at forty-five degrees, pretending to be unfathomable: "We in Xingyun Village are always welcome guests from all over the world." He changed his position again, as if that would make him look a little more handsome.

Yu Qingqian's evaluation is,

Not as handsome as her.

Before the fortune teller could say the next word, he was driven aside, and a young man with a cinnabar mole in the corner of his eye stood up.

"Hello, of course there's a place to live. A few days ago, most of the young people in the village went out of the village to practice, and many empty houses happened to be vacant. If you don't mind, I'll have someone take you there."

Jian Bailing and Yu Qingqian glanced at each other and said in unison, "No problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man raised his hand slightly, and a creaking sound sounded behind him, playing back and forth like a symphony.

The men turned slightly to make way for them, and then they saw a line of puppeteers crunching towards each other, and they dropped slag as they ran.

The two subconsciously took a step back, blocking in front of them with both hands to make a defensive gesture.

The corners of Yu Qingqian's mouth twitched, not knowing whether to laugh or laugh.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a puppet trick in our village. Because our martial spirits are special, we usually manipulate puppeteers to solve many problems in daily life, which is very convenient."

The man introduced, turned his head and saw that the puppet at the front of the line had his head off, and was tapping and running over, trying to put his head on.

"Uh-" The man smiled awkwardly, "Accident, the puppeteer is in disrepair, it's out of the way, and it still works, don't mind."

Yu Qing smiled back: "It's okay, it looks amazing, we won't mind."

Jian Bailing and Yu Qingqian followed a row of puppeteers, leaving a group of people gathered around, excitedly discussing the identity and strength of outsiders.

The wooden houses are rowed, and there is a stone pier every few rooms, and I don't know what they are used for.

On one of the stone piers, there was a bald head with a bare upper body sitting cross-legged, looking like he was cultivating.

After walking half a mile with the puppet puppeteer, I saw a row of roofless grass houses, lonely and crumbling in the wilderness.

"This... You can live with people, right?" Yu Qingqian's tone was full of uncertainty.

As soon as he stood still in front of the thatched hut, he saw a little baby with two pigtails running after a short-haired and capable girl, and shouting something back to him.

The girl jumped over the puppet by the puppet's shoulder with one hand as she passed by, raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Give it back to you? What I see is mine. I want it, I get it, little ghost, you can't grab it, it's purely unstrong."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Yu Qingqian absentmindedly, and the two ran away.

The kid exploded in anger, stamped his feet, gritted his teeth, and ran back crying, with a big snot bubble.

Yu Qingqian watched the seemingly ordinary episode, and his eyes crossed a little contemplation.

Interesting.

Feeling the sense of peeping from the dark, Yu Qing's shallow eyes rolled, he raised his fingers contrivedly, his expression suddenly changed to a shy look, and he took Jian Bailime's hand and began to act.

"Sister Xiaobai, this village is so poor, the grass hut doesn't even have a roof, let's go back~"

At this time, Yu Qingqian was like a wave horn essence, holding Jian Baili's hand like a plaster with no skin and no face.

Jian Bailing laughed in her heart, but she still began to cooperate with Yu Qingqian's acting with understanding.