An old woman with goosebumps walked out with a cane and looked at Zhang Baijian with a wary expression.

"In the next Zhang Baijian passing by here, I want to find a place to rest, I wonder if it can be convenient?" Zhang Baijian bowed slightly and asked softly.

Seeing that Zhang Baijian was humble and polite, the vigilance on the old woman's face was slightly lighter, and she turned sideways to make way out.

"Since it's a traveler, it's okay to rest, but I don't know where the guests are coming from?"

"I practiced in the mountains some time ago, and I only came down the mountain in the past few days, traveling in all directions!" Zhang Baijian said.

I heard that it seemed to be a witch cultivator, and a few smiles appeared on the old woman's face, and it could be seen that this old woman was not an ordinary ignorant woman and child, and she still knew and understood witch cultivators a little.

"In that case, where is the wizard going?" the old woman continued to ask, as she walked into the house with Zhang Baijian.

Zhang Baijian said: "Since it is a travel, it is naturally like duckweed in the water, and it follows the trend!"

The old woman nodded, pointed to the stool in the room for Zhang Baijian to sit down, and went into the room by herself, obviously to prepare something to entertain Zhang Baijian.

Zhang Baijian looked at the room.

The house is very clean and neat, although there are not many furnishings in the house, the whole pattern seems to be very tasteful, regular and harmonious.

It seems that this old woman is not from an ordinary background, at least she is well-educated. Although he didn't know why it was in this small village in the mountain stream, Zhang Baijian didn't want to think too much about it. There may be many reasons for this, but in any case, it should have nothing to do with you.

After a while, the old woman came out with a large dustpan, which contained a bowl of hot porridge and five large white steamed buns.

Zhang Baijian was taken aback, and hurriedly got up and excused himself: "Old man! How can this be done! In the next bowl of gruel is enough, you should keep these noodles for yourself and your family to make rations!" Zhang Baijian is not a really fledgling hairy young man.

It is common for people to be poor, not to mention that in this remote mountain village, a bowl of white rice gruel and five white steamed buns should be something that they are reluctant to eat during the New Year's holidays. How can I accept it calmly?

"Wizards, don't worry! Being alone, I can't eat so much, and it just so happens that the wizard is here, just to help the old man share some of it!" Persuade.

Zhang Baijian saw the sincerity of what the old woman said, so he no longer had to excuse himself.

A mouthful of gruel and a mouthful of steamed buns, I ate it in a loud voice. I didn't have anything fresh and hot in my stomach for a few days, and I really didn't feel it. When I really ate it, I felt that it was compared to those dry, cold and hard breads. The gruel and white steamed buns are really first-class delicious.

After eating and drinking, the old woman had already cleaned up a room for Zhang Baijian.

"The wizard should rest here today! Don't blame you for the lack of hospitality!" said the old woman, who laid down the two thin quilts on the wooden bed.

Zhang Baijian couldn't help but ask curiously: "I listen to the old man's words and deeds, I am afraid that there is another origin, can you say it and listen to it?"

The old woman's cloudy eyes shook unconsciously twice, returning to the original ancient well of the Dao. He said calmly: "It's all old things, don't mention it! The wizard has come a long way, and he will be a little tired when he thinks about it, and the hour is a little early." But you might as well rest first. The old body has retired!"

As he spoke, he left with a crutch and closed the door of Zhang Baidao's room by the way.

Shaking his head and smiling, Zhang Baijian always felt that he was a little funny. Could it be that I've been a little idle lately, when did I become so gossipy?

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, Zhang Baijian's thoughts escaped into the ethereal.

The true yuan in his body flowed, silently reciting the morality of "Zixiao Thunder Dao" and "Tianxun Wind Dao". Visualizing the artistic conception of these two witches, he silently reviewed the method of moving the wings of wind and thunder. This is a true life-saving technique, and you can't relax your cultivation. This is true even with the Raid Assist.

After resting for a while, Zhang Baijian regained his spirits. I had already changed into clean clothes and left the room.

It's just a moment's work. The day passed, and the sun, which had risen from one side of the mountain at first, had set on the other side of the mountain. In the distance, only the burning clouds could be seen, and the illuminated mountains glowed, as if a mountain fire was spreading. Everything in the mountains and forests seemed to be shrouded in a red veil. Dazzling and hazy.

People who had gone out for a day of work began to come back in droves. The crowd burst into laughter from time to time, and occasionally loud mountain songs sounded, and although the tune lacked variation, there was a natural and simple touch.

The boy I met in the morning was also among them, playing the little flute he had just gotten, and co-authoring it. Although it is always out of tune, it makes people laugh. And beside him, there were also a few dirty children, looking at the little purple bamboo flute in the child's hand with envy, and their bright eyes were full of longing.

"Mother, mother, that's the brother I told you!" the little boy took a woman's hand and pointed at Zhang Baijian and said.

The woman carried a long hoe on her back, looked at Zhang Baijian for a while, and grinned: "The child is not sensible, don't be strange!"

Zhang Baijian walked over, touched the child's head, and said with a smile: "The child is very smart, and he will definitely have a future in the future!"

"Yes!" the woman's eyes lit up, as if because of Zhang Baidao's words, the hard work of the day was gone.

"Can you stay?" asked the woman.

Zhang Baijian nodded and said, "Stay!" said and pointed to the old woman's low building.

The woman's face was undisguised with fear.

"Why would a guest go to Grandma Mo's house?" the woman asked with a moment's hesitation.

Zhang Baijian replied a little inexplicably: "When I came, it seemed that only the old man was in the village. ”

The woman said: "The guest should come to my house! Just sleep with the mountain baby, anyway, the mountain baby child also likes you!"

Zhang Baijian shook his head and said, "Don't bother! That Grandma Mo's family is very good!"

Although he didn't know why this woman said this, Zhang Baijian still felt that it was better to stay in the old woman's house out of politeness.

The sun soon set completely. The rare noise of the village soon dimmed.

The previous bustle dissipated in a blink of an eye, and the lights of each house were lit, and under this faint light, warm and simple dreams were brewing one after another.

The frogs began to chirp loudly at night, and a heavy rain gave them too much room to play, and the night with them always seemed less monotonous. Maybe listening to these neat frog chirpings, you will have a good dream.

The croaking of the frog awakens the wild wolves in the mountains. The terrible howl of the wolf came from afar, through one mountain stream after another. The hounds of the village began to echo each other as soon as the wolf howled, as if to warn the outlaws that this was their territory.

Lights, frogs, wolves, dogs, the nights are extraordinarily peaceful. (To be continued.) )