"Why didn't you tell me when you entered the mountain today?" asked Xiudao, looking at Ling'er.

"Although you have recovered, after all, you have been injured, and it is so hard to enter the mountain, it will not be good if the old injury recurs, so I didn't tell you. Ling'er hurriedly explained. "Are you angry?"

"No, how can my qi be so small!"

"Hee-hee~" Ling'er smiled happily, "By the way, how did you come to the mountain, and how did you find me?"

The cultivator told him about the strange wood cuts found in Uncle Zhang's shop, "As for how I found you! I followed your traces all the way up the mountain, and saw the light of your fire, and I heard your screams just as I was about to camp. ”

"How do you know it's me screaming?" Ling'er tilted her head to look at the cultivator.

Xiu Dao pointed to his heart, looked at Ling'er and said seriously, "I remember your voice here. ”

"Ah~" Ling'er didn't expect the monk to answer like this, and her pretty face turned red again.

"I remember everything about you here. The cultivator continued earnestly, and his body couldn't help but lean towards Ling'er.

Looking at the cultivation path that was getting closer and closer, Ling'er's face became redder and redder, she wanted to hide, but she didn't want to hide, she found that her brain was starting to run out, and she stuttered when she spoke. "You, you, you, me, me, me, we..."

The faces of the two were getting closer and closer, so close that they could already feel each other's breathing, and it was the first time that Ling'er had been so close to a boy since she was a child, her brain had short-circuited, and it was blank inside. She had no idea what was going to happen next, what she was supposed to do, she didn't even dare to look at the monk's face, let alone his eyes. Ling'er simply closed her eyes and waited nervously.

The moonlight was reflected on the stream, and the monk looked at the beauty in front of him drunk, and the nervous and shy look touched his heart deeply, and he wanted to kiss him like this. But when he felt the tremor coming from his hand, and saw Ling'er's frowning embroidered eyebrows, the cultivator hesitated and sobered up. Instead of leaning forward, he regained his distance, stretched out his slender index finger, and pressed it in pity between Ling'er's eyebrows. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Shudo said apologetically.

The voice of the cultivator was very soft, but the bell heard it very really. She felt the tenderness between her eyebrows, and slowly opened her eyes, and she saw that the monk was smiling at her, and she laughed too.

Under the white moonlight, in the silent mountains and forests, beside the gurgling stream, a man and a woman sat next to each other for a whole night.

The next day, the 11 of them went down the mountain, and when they returned to the village, the villagers were all surprised and excited when they saw the corpse of the demonic beast. Only the village chief was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Since that night, the relationship between Xiudao and Ling'er has become even closer, and Xiudao has gradually integrated into the life of the village, and the villagers have accepted him, especially when they see him and Ling'er appearing together, and will make jokes about the two of them from time to time. At first, Suzu'er was a little embarrassed, but over time she got used to it.

Xiu Dao stayed in the village for half a year, and although his cultivation did not make great progress in this half year, the relationship between him and Ling'er improved by leaps and bounds. They went in and out together every day, worked and ate together, and in the words of the villagers, "they just slept together." They have endless conversations every day, and Ling'er has all kinds of questions about the world outside the mountain and him, as long as Ling'er asks, the cultivator will patiently answer them for her one by one.

In the evening of that day, when the sun had set, as usual, Xiu Dao and Ling'er finished harvesting and walked together on the way back to the cabin, when they were chatting happily, when the village chief, Ling'er's father, appeared in the middle of the road and blocked their way.

Ling'er was embarrassed to call, "Father~"

Out of his relationship with Ling'er, Xiu Dao shouted, "Uncle." ”

"Yes," the village chief nodded in response.

Seeing that her father should respond, Ling'er ran over with a happy smile, "Father, why are you here?"

Unlike Ling'er, Xiu Dao saw anxiety in the village chief's expression, which made him very confused.

"Come and call you home, tell me, how long has it been since you came home for dinner!" the village chief took Ling'er's hand, and his tone was slightly dissatisfied, "It's been more than half a month, and you haven't married yet, and you've forgotten about me." ”

"Father~" was exposed by his father in front of him, and Ling'er's face turned red instantly.

"Uncle, don't blame Ling'er for this. "The monk was playing a round on the side.

"Let's go, go home," the village chief glanced at the cultivator, and then pulled the bell and walked forward.

Ling'er couldn't get out of being pulled by her father, so she could only give the cultivator a look, but she was unlucky to be discovered. The village chief glared at Ling'er fiercely, and said without looking back, "You can come too." ”

"Okay," Monk hurriedly followed.

The three of them walked in the village like this, and the return rate was not ordinarily high, and the villagers they saw looked at them with a strange look, and they saw that Xiu Dao and Ling'er were uncomfortable. Fortunately, the village chief's house, that is, Ling'er's house, was not far from the cabin, and it didn't take long to arrive. As soon as he entered the house, the village chief said to Ling'er, "I have something to discuss with the monks, you go get some wine and food." ”

It was not easy to refuse her father's request, but she looked at the cultivation with a sad face.

"Go ahead, don't worry. ”

"Yes, Father. Ling'er left.

There were only two people left in the house, the village chief and the monk, and the two looked at each other at a distance.

"I called you here today to tell you about you and Ling'er. The village chief was the first to break the silence.

"Uncle, I'm serious about Ling'er, I will..."

The village chief stretched out his hand to interrupt his next words, "I can see that you are serious about Ling'er, if you are not serious, do you think I will let it go?"

"No, it won't. The monk replied in his heart.

The village chief paused for a moment and continued. "The reason why I can see that you are sincere to Ling'er is that there are some things that you should know as soon as possible. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Before you do that, you need to answer a few more questions from me. ”

"Okay, just ask. "Even honorifics are used at this point.

"Well, you found it by Ling'er by the mountain stream, and you were seriously injured at that time, do you remember how you got hurt?" the village chief asked, looking at the monk.

"I found some problems in one of my family's ancient books and wanted to ask for proof, and then I fell down while climbing the mountain. The monk replied truthfully.

"Your surname is Xiu, what do you have to do with the legendary Xiu family in the outside world?" the village chief then asked.

"If you're talking about the cultivator who said 'as long as you can afford it, there's no news you can't buy'. Xiu Dao looked back at the village chief, "That's my house." ”

"Sure enough, it's the cultivator!" the village chief nodded.

Xiu Dao actually saw a hint of relief in the village chief's expression, "Why is this? Could it be that the village chief has some relationship with my family?

The village chief didn't let the cultivator think about it for long, "Actually, I knew it from seeing the green snake pattern on your back when I saw it when I saved you. ”

"How did you know that this pattern came from our house?" asked the monk in surprise. The green snake pattern is a symbol of the inheritance of the cultivators, only the male members of the direct line will carry this pattern on their backs when they are born, and the green snake pattern will follow him for a lifetime until death, which is a family secret, and no one in the family knows about it. Now the head of a small village far away in the Sneg Mountains actually knew about this, how could he not surprise the cultivators.

"It's about what I'm going to say to you. ”

"Ling'er?" the village chief's answer made Xiu Dao even more puzzled, "Is this still related to Ling'er?"

"Yes. The village chief nodded earnestly.