The sunset landscape is quiet, and the sound of pine and green bamboo.

The cool breeze made the whole low mountain a little cold.

The sad Ling Xiang sat alone in front of the old man's grave for a whole day, and it was not until the sun completely set that he gradually accepted the fact that the old man had died.

"Hello."

On the path leading to the foot of the mountain, a little boy with a tiger's head appeared in the foot.

"Daddy asked me to tell you to come down to dinner." The little boy said breathlessly, apparently running all the way up from the bottom of the mountain.

He was the child of the woodcutter's family, only half a year older than Ling Xiang, and his name was Liu Erhu.

"I'm not hungry, eat yourselves." Ling Xiang shook his head and responded softly.

She really didn't have much appetite.

"That'...... All right. Liu Erhu scratched his head honestly, a little boy who was seven or eight years old, it was difficult to expect him to persuade people.

……

That night, in the dead of night, Ling Xiang went down the mountain alone, went to the small river and carried the big stone that the old man was sitting on when he was fishing to the low mountain, and then used his divine power and pointed like a knife to cut it into a stone tablet.

When it was time to engrave the inscription, Ling Xiang realized that he knew too little about the old man.

I don't know his life, I don't know his age.

I don't know my ancestral home or birthday.

In the end, Ling Xiang could only carve a line on the stone tablet with the words "Tomb of the Late Master Ram Yongming".

It's so shabby that it's poignant.

The stele was erected, and after dawn, Ling Xiang went to the small village at the foot of the mountain to borrow some incense and yellow paper from the villagers, and worshiped seriously.

She kowtowed six times toward the grave.

The extra three are the apprenticeship that was made up.

After that, Ling Xiang put away his belongings, left all the things that the old man had used in front of him in the thatched house, and only took away the yellowed ancient scroll that recorded the Taiyin Ancient Scripture and the few cabbages in the vegetable field.

She didn't want to stay on this low hill any longer.

The bronze ring left to her by her brother Ling Su was enough to make her feel the sadness of seeing things and thinking about people, and she didn't want to be distracted and miss another person.

Ling Xiang came to the bottom of the mountain and gave the cabbage to the villagers who borrowed her incense and yellow paper.

She has nothing to do, so she can only use it to thank the other party for their help.

The family refused a few times, saying that the old man had also helped them, a few sticks of incense, a few rolls of yellow paper, even if Ling Xiang didn't come to borrow it, they would go to worship.

"Fifth Uncle Zhong, it's your business that you are willing to go to worship, and it is different from the incense I borrowed." Ling Xiang couldn't help but say, and directly put a few cabbage plants at the door of the family's courtyard, and then turned to leave.

"This kid ......"

Fifth Uncle Zhong chased after him, but saw Ling Xiang walking fast without looking back, so he had no choice but to accept it.

"Girl, don't be too sad, the old fairy can be regarded as a joy and mourning." When the woodcutter saw the scene just now, he stood at the door of his house and greeted Ling Xiang.

He is Liu Erhu's father, named Liu Lianyi.

"Uncle Liu, I'm fine." The corners of Ling Xiang's mouth barely pulled out a smile.

"Otherwise, you might as well move in, there are many people in the village, and it is more lively, and you can help as soon as you have anything." Liu Lianyi persuaded.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu, but I want to go outside first and come back in a few days."

Ling Xiang wanted to go to the Five-Colored Altar to have a look, but it was impossible to explain this to the people in the village.

"It's okay to go out for a walk." When Liu Lianyi heard this, he didn't persuade her anymore, but just habitually told her to be more careful on the road.

Yesterday, Ling Xiang jumped up the low mountain, and everyone already knew how extraordinary she was, so they didn't think there was anything wrong with a seven-year-old child going out alone.

"By the way, Uncle Liu, please tell everyone in the village, don't tell me about my master and me." Ling Xiang said.

The old man is low-key and secluded here, maybe there is something unspeakable, maybe it is indisputable, in short, most of them don't want people from the outside world to know about his existence.

"Okay." Liu Lianyi nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, almost all the people in the village have received the favor of the old immortals, I will remind everyone that they will not talk nonsense." ”

"Thank you!"

As Ling Xiang walked away step by step, Liu Lianyi stood in place and suddenly sighed.

A seven-year-old girl, her tone is neither humble nor arrogant, and her words and deeds are modest.

If it weren't for the fact that he was overly sad yesterday and inadvertently showed the side that belonged to the cultivator in front of them, I'm afraid people wouldn't have guessed that Ling Xiang would have been able to fly away from the sky at a young age.

At the age when he should be the most flamboyant and the most hidden, he is so low-key and introverted, and there is no pride at all.

On the other hand, his two sons are still naughty all day long, only caring about going down to the river to fish and digging birds' nests in the trees.

It's dwarfed.

"It's no wonder that the old fairy chose her as the heir to the mantle." The seven-foot man was stunned.

He understood early on that the ram Yongming was not a mortal, and he knocked on the side many times, hoping that the old immortal would accept his two sons as apprentices.

When the old man brought Ling Xiang back from outside, he still hated his two sons a little bit for not being steel, and he was close to the water, but he let outsiders pick the moon first.

Now it seems that there is really no comparison.

……

Creekside.

Lingxiang walked alone along the coast.

She came to the place where she met the ram Yongming again.

The dirty girl covered in black mud squatted by the river to wash her face and wash her hands, and the picture of being wronged and wiping her tears and being ridiculed by the old man was still in a trance.

After a moment of silent pause, Ling Xiang turned around and walked along the reeds.

She planned to walk back in the reverse route after leaving the small world of the ancient temple in the past, because Ling Xiang was still thinking about the very special 'green leaf purple flower' orchid that she had encountered on the road.

It should be a spirit grass.

If she can pick it back, it will definitely help her cultivation.

She didn't choose to fly because she was very short when she first wandered.

Not being tall enough means that you can see very little in sight.

At that time, Ling Xiang walked in those places, only by walking on the ground again could he compare the scene with the picture in his memory, so as to find the place where the spirit grass was.

Just as Ling Xiang walked around to the other side of the reed field, it seemed that the old scene had reappeared, and a few half-grown children accidentally bumped into her.

If you look closely, aren't they the same kids who had a conflict with her last year?

The tall boy standing in the middle, still holding a field chicken in his hand, was the one who stopped Ling Xiang and prevented her from entering the village.

"Huh? It's the little one who asks for food! ”

The other party obviously recognized Ling Xiang as well.

"Okay, you dare to come back and beat her!" When the enemy saw Ling Xiang, they remembered the embarrassing memory of being stoned by Ling Xiang that day, and then chased after him and didn't catch up.

It's a pity, they obviously couldn't imagine how huge the changes in Ling Xiang would be after a year.

She is no longer the little girl who could only run away!