Red Feather really couldn't bear the loneliness, but it didn't leave Ling Xuan, these days, it had made many friends in the mountains, although most of them didn't know what it meant by what it said and did, but it could bring them benefits, and for that alone, this friend was worth making.

When Ling Xuan saw it, it was squatting on the treetops with a flock of birds of all colors, squeaking and chirping. It is like a marshal commanding thousands of troops, standing in front of a flock of birds, majestic, and the dozens of birds of all colors are also like a well-trained army, sincerely accepting the teachings of their own 'marshal'.

Ling Xuan was confused, and immediately lost his smile, he folded his hands, looked at Red Feather with interest, and remained silent.

Red Feather squeaked and reprimanded the dozens of birds for a while—they obviously didn't know what it was talking about, and they were drooping their eyelids and looking drowsy—and finally found Ling Xuan, and it immediately held its head high, pacing back and forth on the small branch, making a triumphant appearance.

Ling Xuan paused slightly, then smiled dumbly again, and said with a smile: "Red Feather, you are so proud of conquering a few ordinary birds?"

Red Feather blinked his little bird's eyes and thought about it, but he obviously couldn't understand what he was talking about, and shook his head and stopped thinking about it. With a slight wave of its wings, a vague breath slowly floated out.

This breath is like the flow of air, which is so subtle that it cannot be seen by the naked eye. Although Shicai failed to attack Jindan Dao, Ling Xuan's cultivation also spanned thousands of miles, reaching the peak state of the late stage of the out-of-body stage, and his perception and eyesight were much stronger than before, so he could perceive many things that he could not perceive before.

The subtle breath of the red feather's wings was by no means simple, but after seeing it leave the red feather's body, it slowly peeled off, and after a while, dozens of strands of silk-like gas smaller than silk were formed, which were submerged into the bodies of dozens of mortal birds of various colors.

As soon as the light entered their bodies, their eyes, which were already drowsy, widened suddenly, and they were full of energy and energy.

Red Feather stood proudly on the branch of the tree, squeaking for a while, Ling Xuan naturally couldn't understand what it was saying, but from its demeanor and the dozens of birds' gradually darkened expressions, it seemed to be saying goodbye to them. After it finished calling, it ignored the birds, flapped its wings and flew to Ling Xuan's shoulder and squatted, squeaking and jumping, looking very cheerful.

The dozens of birds looked at it with infinite nostalgia, and finally flew away, and in a few moments, they were submerged in the depths of the dense leaves. When they flapped their wings, they moved the air around them, faintly with a faint demonic aura, Ling Xuan reacted suddenly, those dozens of birds, terrifying birds.

He patted the red feather and said, "Stinky birds, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you dare to dance with demons? ”

With that, he suddenly realized that he was not the biggest monster? He smiled bitterly, and immediately sacrificed the Sun-Snatching Sword, rushed up the lush branches, and turned into a fiery red streamer.

The mountains stretched at his feet, shrouded in a faint mist, deep and ethereal, he flew high in the sky, and there was also a sense of dazed loss, not knowing where he was. He couldn't help but blame Red Feather and said, "Stinky Bird, where did you take me?"

He looked at the southwest direction, flew with all his strength, and after about three hours, he finally saw a faint village in the distance, it was already evening, but he saw the smoke curling over the village, and the red glow occupied half of the sky, like that gorgeous red shadow dancing lightly in the wind, beautiful, but it was thousands of miles away from the mountains, out of reach.

He sighed faintly, the sword trick was lightly drawn, and the Sun-Snatching Sword trembled slightly, speeding up and flying forward.

Approaching the village, he found a no-man's land and landed, and followed the mainland towards the village. After a while, he came to the gate of the village, but saw a small simple building erected at the entrance of the village, and a simple plaque hung in the center of the archway, on which were written three large characters with strong traces of time: Potou Village.

The village is not big, surrounded by mountains, a T-shaped main road runs through the whole village, you can see the end at a glance, there are two rows of quaint wooden houses on both sides of the main road, antique and fragrant, and the folk customs are strong.

On the side of the road on the left side of the entrance to the village, there is an old man, about sixty years old, with a dark complexion, he holds an arm-sized bamboo tube in his hand, puts it to his mouth and inhales, the bamboo tube makes a gurgling sound, he takes every breath, he pokes out a puff of white smoke, and then takes a deep breath comfortably.

Ling Xuan had never seen such a thing, so he couldn't help but feel the novelty, and watched quietly for a moment before he walked up and saluted: "I came from a long way down, I am not familiar with the place, dare to ask the old man, I don't know if there is a place for food and accommodation in this village?"

As soon as he approached, the old man looked up at him, and after hearing this, he said, "Could it be that you are also the immortal leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Ling Xuan paused slightly, and then said with a smile: "Don't hide it from my uncle, I am not a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but I still have a bit of a relationship with the Heavenly Sword Sect. ”

The old man smiled, stood up, and the smile on his face was much more enthusiastic, and said: "It turns out that he is also a person from the immortal sect, and the old man has no eyes, and he hopes that the immortal will not be as knowledgeable as the old man if he is offended." ”

Ling Xuan said: "The old man is polite, I don't know where this village can be used for food and lodging?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and saw a woman walking on the winding village road in front of him, the woman was petite, handsome, wearing a long sky blue dress, quiet and generous; she had long black and bright hair, hanging down on her shoulders and fluttering in the wind, delicate and lovely; her deep and bright eyes were like two pure black gems, not stained with the slightest red dust flaw, charming and charming.

Ling Xuan couldn't help but be stunned, such a quiet woman was like a bright water lily, she would never be a villager facing the loess with her back to the sky, so who was the woman who was born so quietly and delicately?

Just as he was secretly guessing, the woman in blue turned into a relatively tall wooden house on the side of the road and disappeared, Ling Xuan couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, the woman's quiet temperament, pleasing to the eye at a glance, just like a person who admires flowers is rising, and suddenly there are no flowers in his sight, there is always a feeling of unfinished.

The sixty-year-old man beside him looked at him, smiled slightly, and said to the wooden house Nunu that the woman turned into, and said: "There is no inn in Potou Village, but recently, the immortal chiefs of the Heavenly Sword Sect want to hold a grand meeting on the cliff behind the village, so the village decided to temporarily open an inn for the immortal chiefs to settle down. ”

Ling Xuan clasped his fist at him and said, "Thank you, old man." He looked at the bamboo tube in the old man's hand, he couldn't bear his curiosity, and asked: "I don't know what is in the old man's hand, I can't put it down when I see the old man, I am really curious, and I hope that the old man will teach me." ”

The old man raised the bamboo tube in his hand and said with a smile: "This is a unique bamboo tube smoke in this village, I can't see it in other places, do you want to come to the tube?"

Ling Xuan shook his head, politely refused, and asked the old man about the Heavenly Sword Sect's grand meeting here, and then left.

He went straight to the wooden house, looked up, saw that there was a plaque in the wooden house, stated the name, smiled slightly, and walked in.

The interior of the house is not large, it is a common two-story small building structure, there are several guest rooms upstairs, and the downstairs is a small main hall, in which only a quaint wooden table is placed, which is placed alone in the center. The main hall is not big, and it looks a little narrow after placing a wooden table, and at this time, there are three people sitting around the wooden table, which makes the space even more crowded.

The woman in blue sat on the side of the wooden table, and to her left and right, sat a young man dressed in Taoist robes.

Ling Xuan looked around and saw that there was nowhere to stay except for the wooden table. The wooden table was very large, and it still looked very empty after sitting down the three of them. He hesitated for a moment, then sat opposite the three of them uninvited, smiled politely at the woman in blue, and habitually shouted, "Little Er, come to the pot of tea." ”

The woman in blue had a slightly red face, lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at it, Chu Chu was lovely, but the two young men beside her were slightly stunned, and then a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, and she was about to attack, the woman in blue was imperceptible and gently pulled them, and said softly to Ling Xuan: "This is Shaoxia, there is no shop here, if Shaoxia doesn't mind, let's drink a pot of tea with the three of us." ”