After Fairy Yin Ji learned of the fire demon's plan, she hurriedly chased after her, where was there still the shadow of the fire demon, the fire demon flapped her wings a few times at will, and left Xiangshan a long time ago. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Emperor Tingfeng also changed into a different appearance at this time, the same as the white young man he went to Xiangshan before.

It's just that the appearance of Emperor Tingfeng at this time cannot be described as difficult, but more appropriate and tragic.

The mud all over his body was covered with blood, and although the emperor knew that the blood was not his own, it still looked quite miserable.

The corners of the emperor's mouth slanted, and he stretched out his hand to the flame demon, and said, "Did you get it?"

"Huh!" Yan Demon threw over a box and said, "You can confirm it yourself, if not, I will personally go to Xiangshan once." ”

Emperor Tingfeng took a closer look through the night pupil, the expression on his face relaxed slightly, and chuckled: "No need, let's find a place to rest and rest!"

"Has your realm fallen again!" "The flame demon stopped on Emperor Tingfeng's shoulder, looking at Emperor Tingfeng with a lively look.

"Whatever!" Emperor Tingfeng had a disapproving attitude, anyway, it would take more time to cultivate and come back.

"That nun is quite powerful. The Yan Demon glanced at Emperor Tingfeng and praised Yin Ji by the way, which can be regarded as forgiving Emperor Tingfeng's carelessness.

"Hey, it's rare to see you compliment others!" the emperor was a little curious, and after taking the box, he walked forward.

The Flame Demon shook his head and said, "I can't see through her identity, at least it's better than you." ”

"Aren't you just as incomprehensible as you can see my identity!"

Although Emperor Tingfeng was curious about Yin Ji's identity, he didn't think much about it, after all, the world is so big, there are no wonders, and it doesn't seem to be a very unusual thing to be able to control all spirits.

Emperor Tingfeng walked and walked, and walked to a small mountain village waiting for me to enter, Emperor Tingfeng thought not to disturb the mortal disciples, and when he turned around to leave, he was called by an old man.

"Little master, why are you still here for so many days!"

Emperor Tingfeng looked back and saw that it was an old farmer who had asked others for directions before, Emperor Tingfeng smiled softly, turned around and turned back.

"Uncle, it turns out that you live here!" This small mountain village and the foot of Xiangshan are more than a mile away, and it is hard to think about it when you go so far to farm the fields.

"yes!"

The old peasant's mouth was very open, and he couldn't even find the seams in his eyes when he smiled, so he caught up, patted Emperor Tingfeng's shoulder, and said, "Let's go, go to the old man's house to change into a set of clean clothes." ”

The emperor listened to the wind and glanced at the dirty clothes on his body, and he couldn't refuse the old man's hospitality, so he had to follow the old man back.

Along the way, the farmer in the small village saw that the old man had come back with a handsome young man, and they surrounded him with curiosity.

When they saw that the emperor was covered in blood, they didn't dare to approach carelessly, and they only knew what was going on when they saw the emperor listening to the wind and going to the farmhouse in Xiangshan.

After a while, the old man led the emperor to a small house, and shouted with a smile: "Come on, little boy, come in quickly!"

The emperor listened to the wind and replied, and followed the old man in, the house was not very big, but it was quite clean, and there were many heavy colored flowers planted in the yard.

The emperor couldn't help but look at it twice, I am afraid that he likes this kind of house very much, clean, comfortable, tidy, plus the flowers in the yard, the air is full of the smell of flowers.

The old man pushed open the door of the inner house, turned around and saw that the emperor was still stunned to look at the flowers, and hurriedly walked back.

The old man smiled and explained to Emperor Tingfeng: "These flowers are all planted by Mo'er, and they can be sold for some money to subsidize the family." ”

"Hehe!" the emperor laughed inexplicably and said, "Uncle is so blessed!"

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed out loud and said, "Mo'er has always been more well-behaved, but she has suffered from her, and she has no mother at such a young age." ”

The emperor didn't speak when he heard the wind, he didn't know how to comfort others, for fear that he would say more and make the old man unhappy.

The old man prepared a set of clean clothes for Emperor Tingfeng, and Emperor Tingfeng smiled and excused himself, saying that he had a clean change of clothes in his package.

It's not that Emperor Tingfeng dislikes the old man's clothes or anything, it's mainly that he is an immortal cultivator, and when he wears mortal clothes, the spiritual power on his body must not be hidden.

These mortal disciples couldn't detect anything, in case the emperor was unlucky and was bumped into by some immortal cultivator, wouldn't he cause trouble for the old man.

What's more, this place is not far from Xiangshan, in case Fairy Yin Ji chases and kills him, and sees that there is a familiar spiritual power here, he will definitely destroy the entire small village in person at that time.

The old man didn't say anything, and personally put bath water for the emperor, and then turned around and went to cook.

When the old man came back from cooking and called Di Tingfeng, he found that Di Tingfeng had already fallen asleep in the room where the guests slept.

The old man shook his head, smiled and took out a set of clean quilts, and personally covered Di Tingfeng's body.

Although Emperor Tingfeng said that he had fallen asleep, his brain was still awake, and he naturally found the quilt that the old man had covered him.

The emperor listened to the wind and continued to pretend to be asleep, and the old man stood in the room for a while before turning around and going out, and closed the door.

On the third day, the old man's daughter came back, the girl named Mo'er, and she was holding a flower blue in her hand, and the blue was empty, and it seemed that all the flowers were sold out.

"Daddy, I'm back!" the girl shouted at the inner house, but when she received no response, she turned and went to the yard to pick some beautiful flowers.

When the flower blue was full, Miss Mo'er stood up and stretched, and turned into the inner house, poured a glass of water to drink, and Miss Mo'er began to look for his father in various rooms.

Neither the main room nor her own room were found, and her father was not seen coming out, so Miss Mo'er glanced at the room and wondered why the door was closed.

Miss Mo'er originally thought that her father had drunk too much, so she ran into the guest room to rest, and she didn't think much about whether there would be guests at home, so she pushed open the door and went in.

When she saw a white boy sleeping on the bed, Miss Mo'er rushed out and shouted, "Ah!"

Just when the old man had already come back from the field, he saw his daughter rushing out of the house as if he was a ghost, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask for an understanding.

"Daddy, why is there a stranger sleeping in the guest room!" Miss Mo'er was so frightened that she almost cried.

"It's okay, it's okay!" the old man stopped Miss Mo'er, patted his daughter on the back, and said, "That person is a guest of our family, and he has been sleeping in the guest room for a few days." ”

"I've slept for days!" Miss Mo'er's face became even more shocked, and she asked cautiously, "Daddy, that person must be dead!"