Although Aoki did not dare to leave them due to the orders of the ancestors, he wanted to help Chen Changan very much.

If nothing else, just because he has a constant relationship with those people thousands of years ago.

The obsession of this life, and the regret of his youth, made him not only go against the will of the Qingqiu Great Sage, but also forcibly let Qingle leave with Chen Changan, Qingqiu Mountain was stained with some cause and effect, and pointed out a clear path for them.

Out of Qingqiu Mountain all the way to the north, there is the Taihua Sect, and there is a guest in the sect who was friendly with Aoki when he was young.

He gave Chen Changan a jade plaque as a token and arranged for him to go to Taihuazong.

The Taihua Sect is a second-rate sect, and its strength is not outstanding, but it is more than enough to protect its disciples from the vassal forces of the Taixu Palace such as Ziyunxuan.

After running for so long, Chen Changan felt that he was a little insulated from the comfortable life of cultivating immortals in the sect.

As soon as he started cultivating, he was thrown to Zizhu Peak, where birds don't, to fend for himself. Then he lived a life of exile and was hunted down.

"Alas, this weather the hell. ”

Lu Ping held a pampa leaf and walked on the muddy mountain beam, complaining as he went.

Out of Qingqiu Mountain, the weather is also very strange, in the morning the wind is still beautiful, and in a blink of an eye the torrential rain pours.

Almost instantly, there were bean-sized raindrops everywhere, and people couldn't open their eyes.

Qingle curled up on Chen Changan's shoulder, his white fox fur was wet, and his small eyes were rolling around.

It is only in this weather that she will not transform into a human form.

Chen Changan really couldn't understand why Aoki Patriarch wanted this little demon fox to follow him.

You must know that if you leave the shelter of Qingqiu Mountain, you may be caught by Ziyunxuan's people at some point.

Chen Changan comforted: "Xiaobai, my generation of monks, one is not afraid of hardship, the other is not afraid of tiredness, and insists on taking the route of surrounding the sect in the mountains and wilderness. Young monks should dare to leave the comfortable sect and go to the mountains and rivers. Cultivating immortals is not a dinner party, not a fuss, not a painting and embroidery, and it can't be so elegant. As long as we are strong-willed, all bobcat beasts are paper tigers. ”

Qingle rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Chang'an, you are so good at talking, my head is big when I hear it." ”

Chen Changan was happy, touched the little fox's head, pointed to Lu Ping, and said: "We must do a good job of ideological work for this backward element, lest he drag us back." ”

Lu Ping gritted his teeth angrily, but he really didn't have the strength to quarrel with Chen Changan. After driving for such a long time, although he has a light body mark, it is not as good as Chen Changan's aura.

After walking for more than an hour, Lu Ping's feet suddenly hardened, and the muddy and difficult soil turned into neatly laid bluestone.

His face was overjoyed, and he turned around and said, "It seems that we have arrived in the village, so hurry up and rest and find someone to spend the night." ”

Chen Chang'an also quickened his pace, and finally after dark, the outline of a house appeared in the dark night.

The village is spread out along a ridge, and all the houses are built in the backlight of the ridge.

Two bluestone-paved paths intersect at the entrance of the village, dividing the village into upper and lower places. The houses made of bamboo and unpeeled trees are tall and spacious, and most of them are equipped with tall cornices, and the rain curtain flows down the eaves, making the sound of hitting the bluestone slabs.

The joy just now had not completely dissipated, and an eerie chill crept into Chen Changan's heart.

The village was immersed in thick darkness, and there was not a single light in sight. There was silence all around, only the sound of their panting and water echoed in their ears, and the houses made of bamboo and wood seemed to be empty.

Qingle looked left and right, and muttered, "There is no living atmosphere in this village. ”

Lu Ping didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he was tired for a day, and he was about to collapse.

Now with his bags on his back, he walked to a bamboo building and banged on the door: "Is there anyone?

"Someone!"

Chen Changan suddenly shouted loudly.

"I'm scared to death, what are you excited about?" Lu Ping jumped three feet high, startled, and scolded dissatisfiedly.

"I mean, there's people around us, slowly approaching..."

The little fox Qingle, fried his hair, gently moved his paws on Chen Changan's back.

Lu Ping hurriedly looked around, in the dark, he could vaguely see bamboo rooms, but there was no half a figure.

Chen Changan kicked open the door of the main building, dragged Lu Ping and hid in.

His spiritual power spread, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his surroundings were densely packed, and he didn't know what it was, and he was slowly approaching him.

And in this bamboo building, there is none.

These things suddenly stopped, and it seemed that they were reluctant to approach the bamboo building.

Although Chen Changan didn't know why, it was still a good thing after all, but Lu Ping kept asking: "Chang'an, what is it? Is it a human? Is it a goblin? Is it a ghost?"

"Shut up!" Chen Changan and Qingle, two voices, one big and one small, scolded at the same time.

Lu Ping didn't dare to ask any more, and pulled Chen Changan's sleeve tightly, but when he arrived in the bamboo building, it was an ordinary person's furnishings.

Chen Chang'an didn't belong in his thoughts, and he was still thinking about what those things that were slowly approaching and suddenly dispersed.

There was a small well in the courtyard, and a large tree of unknown breed, and I walked into the hall facing the door.

Strangely enough, the door to this hall was open, and the door was large enough for three or four big men to enter side by side. There was a large vat full of water and a pile of chopped firewood.

Chen Changan took out a freshly made spontaneous combustion charm from his arms, the old business of the Jianghu warlock cannot be lost, these side doors are the most suitable for survival in the wild.

He moved some firewood, pinched a charm, and lit it.

Lu Ping took out a gourd from his waist, pulled out the plug to fetch water, and said with a trembling voice: "None of us should sleep tonight, and as soon as it dawns tomorrow, we will hurry up and leave this ghost place." ”

"Ahh

Lu Ping, who was chattering, suddenly had a frightened expression on his face and squatted on the ground.

Looking at his back, Chen Changan suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

A strange figure, half-hung on the girder, his body was extremely soft and slender, hanging down, just opposite the water tank.

It had a human head, and its face was pale and bloodless, but its expression was smiling.

Two small snakes on their earlobes, one red and one cyan, kept twisting their bodies, spitting out black snake letters.

Qingle's hair stood up one by one, and his two tails also stood up suddenly, and he was just about to step forward and be held in Chen Chang'an's arms.

"It's not a living thing..."

Chen Changan couldn't feel any breath, including the two little snakes.