The carriage traveled all the way, and after traveling for half a day, it met the first group of people who had left the Yulu tribe.

A group of white-clothed men who chased after the carriage when they saw it coming, led by a middle-aged man with a broken arm.

It's just that what made Xiao Tianqing and the others look at each other is that the group of people didn't know what to think, and after running more than half the distance, they turned around and went back by themselves.

Walk faster than you come.

Several people were dazed for a while, and after a moment of silence, they couldn't help laughing.

In the distance, among the white-clothed men, the middle-aged man with a broken arm breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the carriage was not chasing, and his face became gloomy.

He had never doubted his loyalty to the Snow Maiden to the sect, but a few days ago, when he covered the wound on his broken arm and explained the situation to the Holy Lord, the Holy Lord only frowned and let himself retreat, and he didn't give an answer until now.

Who is that young man who is obviously more noble than the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, is he not qualified to know as the top combat power of the sect?

The carriage traveled for another two days and drove out of the North Cangyuan without waves.

Out of the North Cangyuan, beyond is a farmland village.

During the autumn harvest and the cold winter, the horse bandits of Kitakurahara will always come out to plunder, so there is no county seat near Kitakurahara.

A group of people found a random village to settle in.

The village is called Jiyang Village, with a population of more than 100 people, and the folk customs are simple.

"Goo-goo-goo!" It is estimated that he has never seen this magnificent scene outside, looking at the golden farmland at sunset, or the bald white bird standing on Xiao Feng's shoulder, bouncing and screaming excitedly.

"Be quiet. Xiao Feng touched his ears, raised his hand to poke the white bird, and muttered.

"Goo!" said Shiratori again, and immediately became obedient and honest, but his little eyes were still wandering.

"Childe, what kind of bird are you? Why haven't you seen any long hair in seven or eight days?" An Mulin raised her hand and wanted to poke the white bird, but it suddenly flashed away, pouted and asked.

After staying away from the Yulu tribe, Xiao Tianqing no longer called Xiao Feng's name, but changed back to Gongzi, because of his panic, and explained to An Mulin that Xiao Feng and him were not brothers, and it was for convenience in the tribe to shout like that.

An Mulin didn't understand it too much, but she didn't feel that she was deceived by this, she just felt that Xiao Tianqing called Xiao Feng Gongzi, if she called Xiao Feng's name directly, it seemed that she was not the same generation as her brother Xiao, so she also followed Xiao Tianqing to call Xiao Feng Gongzi.

Xiao Feng has always been casual about how others call him, and he will respond to what An Mulin shouts, anyway, it's right to call him.

"Snow sculptures. Xiao Feng blinked and replied uncertainly, "It may be something sick." ”

"Snow sculptures?" An Mulin also blinked, and turned her head to look at the young man on the side, "There is such a small snow sculpture, Brother Xiao?"

"I don't know. Xiao Tianqing shook his head and said casually, "Childe has always liked these strange things, you just need to get used to it." ”

Xiao Feng turned his head and glanced at Xiao Tianqing, raised his hand and flicked the white bird's beak, "Tianqing remember to hang upside down on the roof tonight." ”

"Goo-chirp. The white bird was bounced a few times, but he was not annoyed at all, and his little head rubbed on Xiao Feng's hand.

"Huh?" Xiao Tianqing was stunned, reacted again, and exclaimed, "Isn't it, still coming?"

In the past two days, Xiao Feng has rectified him more than once. Let him chase the carriage at every turn, hang the carriage upside down, or hold the horse's belly for more than a thousand miles, anyway, how to toss people and how to play.

If it weren't for his sincerity, and Xiao Feng had been outside with him in the rain, Xiao Tian wouldn't have begged Xiao Feng for mercy early in the morning.

Xiao Feng couldn't look at the white bird with a little crying and laughing, and said casually: "You let me waste six more days, and now it's only two days, what's the hurry?"

"Six" Xiao Tianqing's eyes widened suddenly, and he was pitiful, "Childe, you're not serious, are you?"

"Guess. Xiao Feng smiled at him, ignored him anymore, turned his head and said to Zhang Ran, "Senior, where are you going to go when you leave Beicangyuan?"

The old man who had recovered his original appearance was leisurely picking his feet, and when he heard this, he glanced at Xiao Feng, "Little doll, use you to care?"

Xiao Feng pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly.

The old man said, "Grandpa will go if he wants to, but if he doesn't want to go, you can't drive grandpa away." ”

"Whatever you want. Xiao Feng shook his head amusefully and said casually.

The night was dark, and the barking of dogs rose and fell in the quiet village.

"Whoosh, bang!" In the courtyard of the simple earthen room, a dark shadow suddenly entered a house, bringing a large series of wind noises.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man's concerned inquiry soon sounded in the courtyard.

"It's okay, the window pole was blown down by the wind, Uncle Yu doesn't have to worry about me. Immediately after, the young man's calm and childish voice came from the house.

"Yes. The middle-aged man's voice sounded again.

Silence fell in the courtyard.

In the house, Xiao Feng calmly glanced at the long sword lying across his neck, and continued to look at himself, "You can take the sword away." ”

"You don't know how to call people?" The man in black with the sword frowned, the first time he saw such a calm person, he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Hmm. Xiao Feng replied lightly and said casually, "The money is not with me, and the knight will go next door if he wants to take it." ”

The black-clothed man with the sword frowned, hesitated and finally returned the sword to its sheath, "I don't need money, I'm just hiding with you for one night." ”

"Oh?" Xiao Feng glanced at the man in black strangely, didn't say a word, and continued to flip through the book.

The man in black stopped talking, and sat quietly.

As he approached, Xiao Feng stretched his waist, finally put down the book in his hand, and smiled slightly at the man in black, "I'm going to sleep, you can do it yourself." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked in the direction of the bed.

The man in black looked at Xiao Feng in amazement, it was really hard to imagine how this little guy could be so calm.

Seeing Xiao Feng lying on the bed, covering the quilt, he fell asleep. Really didn't pay attention to himself at all, the man in black only thought it was incredible.

Nothing was said all night.

In the early morning of the second day, when Xiao Feng woke up, the man from yesterday had already left.

Xiao Feng smiled slightly, and then left the room.

Outside the house, the sky was dark, and the courtyard was quiet, only the sound of sharpening knives was clear next to the well.

There sat an old man with a white beard and a solemn face.

He has always been serious and cherished what he has in his hands.

Xiao Feng walked to the old man's side, squatted down, and quietly watched the old man sharpen his knife.

"What's the matter?

"Hmm. Xiao Feng nodded calmly, "I left when I first entered Yin." ”

"Heh, you baby, why don't you have any edges and corners? People have knives on your neck, how can you act that nothing happened?" the old man looked up at Xiao Feng and sneered.

"Seniors know about it?" Xiao Feng smiled calmly and shook his head, "He's just forced to do so, besides, he can't hurt me, what do I care about?"

"You" the old man was stunned and shook his head, "You doll, you are boring, even more boring than Old Ghost Wu." ”

(End of chapter)