Linghou Village is just a small village with only two to three hundred people. Because it is too close to the north shore of Longdaozhou and has no special resources, it has always been in a very poor state.

Nowadays, these houses were built voluntarily for the villagers by the disciples who came here for hunting. Most of the building materials were taken from nearby, including trees in the forest and some huge rocks.

There are countless things like this in a whole hunting line. Although later on, the Xianyin Sect rewarded these disciples and increased some support for these places.

But this kind of monk on the mountain builds houses for ordinary people down the mountain, and does not feel anything wrong at all. It can be said that it is the only one among the eight regions of Longdao Continent.

Li Qinglang now settled in a house with three bedrooms and one yard in the west of the village.

The house is made of round stones as the main body, inlaid with various mixed materials, and some rough wood as beams and columns.

It's not great, but it can protect you from the wind and cold.

The yard is very large, half of it is used to raise animals, and a quarter of the area is used to pile firewood.

Li Qinglang could only stand in the remaining small space. In front of him was a small log sitting on a wooden stake chopping firewood.

Originally, he wanted to help, but of course he wasn't using magic. In that case, the firewood would be enough to chop for a quarter of an hour? Wouldn't that be too boring?!

But Xiaomu refused. According to what he said: You are my savior, how can I let you do things for me?

There are three rooms, the one on the left is the storage room, where the little wooden grandfather used to live. The right is the kitchen, and the middle is the main house.

At this moment, from the main house, someone opened the heavy wooden door and walked out.

Li Qinglang looked back and said hello to the person with a smile. She was Xiaomu's mother, her name was simply A-Lian.

A-Lian's clothes are no different from those of the residents of the North. The only difference is her beautiful long hair and delicate appearance.

He looks like a person raised by the warm and soft water of the south!

But I heard from Alian that Xiaomu’s father was once a famous and handsome young man in the area, but he died young.

"Xiao Mumu, how can you let your benefactor stand here with you? Please accompany your benefactor into the house to rest."

A-Lian held a round plate made of strips in her hand, with several pieces of barbecued meat placed inside.

"Brother, please go in and sit down. It's cold outside."

Li Qinglang nodded and thanked him, and then followed Xiaomu into the house. As for the name of the little brother, he originally wanted to correct it.

But now his appearance is indeed the same as that of a young man, and he is also a mountain immortal. If he told them, they would not believe him.

"Xiao Mumu, can you recognize everything?"

In the main house, a long kang is next to the stove, so that you can keep warm without having to burn extra firewood.

The rest of the things are very simple. It is said that the wooden tables, wooden cabinets and other items were all made by the little wooden grandpa himself. As for the wood, his father went to the mountains to select it and carried it back one by one.

His mother was also carried home from the village on the other side by her father. The two of them and a dog walked for two or three nights.

Now that my father is gone, the old dog is lying sleepily on the mat by the door.

It seems to be waiting for its owner to come back. It regrets why it was injured that time and why it didn't go out with its owner...

When Xiaomu entered the house, he put on his slippers and got on the kang, hid his legs under the heavy quilt, and slowly wrote his homework on the square table.

Li Qinglang took a look and saw that they were all very simple questions. It must be that in a place like this, no one would teach.

"I can roughly identify it."

Xiaomu copied it one stroke at a time, with a serious look on his face, "Our old gentleman has been teaching for several generations. I heard that my grandpa was taught by him!"

It seemed that it was not good to copy while talking, so Xiao Mu put down the homemade slender charcoal pencil.

"But I heard that the old gentleman can't teach anymore. Maybe I won't be able to see him in the spring."

Li Qinglang touched his head, feeling a little pity and a little regret. He felt pity for a child in such a predicament as Xiaomu, and regretted why he had set up so much suffering.

"It'll be fine."

Li Qinglang smiled and said, "Well, how about I take you back to Xianyin Sect?"

Xiao Mumu's eyes lit up and he almost jumped up: "Really?"

But he immediately rejected this great opportunity and said, "Let's forget it."

Li Qinglang knew what Xiaomu was thinking, it was just that he was worried that his mother would be lonely.

But there is really no way, he can't take away all the people who are suffering like this.

He sighed inwardly, and then said according to the book: "Then I will ask the big brother of the hunting team to send you more food and books."

Xiaomu looked happy, but his head was held down by Li Qinglang, "But you have to promise me one thing."

"What's up?"

"After reading the book, you need to lend it to others who want to read it. You can't hide it yourself. Can you do it?"

The little piece of wood nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, stretched out three fingers of his right hand and placed them across his eyes.

This is their way of swearing, because they believe that the eyes of neon Luohou cats are sacred and can detect lies in people's hearts.

"Okay, I believe you."

Li Qinglang smiled and patted his hand, "Just do your homework."

"Xiaoyou, come on, it's time to feed!"

The pink cub is very cute, and its whole body is as clean as pink crystal.

Its eyes haven't opened yet, and it won't be until several weeks later.

Taking it out of his mind, Li Qinglang took out another bowl of fresh milk, which was just warm when his palm passed it.

Use a dropper used to adjust elixirs to draw some milk, and slowly move it to the cub's mouth.

"Come on, come on, little You, let's drink some milk."

Xiaoyou is the name he gave to this neon Luohou cat cub. From now on, it will be with him and become a caring companion to relieve boredom.

As for the milk, it also comes from Xiaomu’s family.

Some unhappy people are not suitable for going far away to graze in the basin, such as the old, sick, and pregnant... Once these pass, it will be very troublesome if they die, and it will be a waste if they are lost. If they are not lost, it will be difficult to come back.

It will increase a lot.

It just so happens that Xiaomu's family has such a pregnant Bu Le, who just gave birth to five or six little Bu Le last night.

And this basin of milk was expressed by Alian with help.

Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, so Li Qinglang already had three bottles in his storage bag, all of which were sealed with spiritual power.

"Come and eat. There is nothing to eat, so we can only eat my benefactor's barbecue."

Alian came in with the food and spoke sheepishly.

Since childhood, Mumu's father has been gone, and their family has never had a few good meals. When his grandfather was alive, things were fine and he would go to the nearby areas to get some game. Now, alas, every family has its own problems...

On the table, there was a large pot of barbecue that had been cut into pieces. Alian reheated it and put some seasonings in it.

One plate should be some kind of wild vegetable, and the other is a pot of sesame seed cakes stuffed with barbecued meat.

"It's not very delicious. Teachers, please forgive me."

Alian pulled up a strand of hair hanging down by her ear and said apologetically.

"Eat quickly. I'm sorry to bother you."

Li Qinglang gave Xiaomu a sesame seed cake, otherwise he would not dare to eat it first.

"What did the little brother say?"

"Hey, sister Alian, what are you eating today? It's so delicious?"

Several greetings came from outside the door, and a smile appeared on Alian's face after hearing it. It was different from the somewhat reserved smile towards Li Qinglang, but a more sincere smile.

Li Qinglang had actually sensed those breaths before they landed, so he followed Alian and pushed out the door to greet his long-lost friends.

"Captain Ren, long time no see."

Li Qinglang smiled and looked at Ren Mingfei, who was holding various things in one hand.

The latter looked past Alian, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He handed all the things to Alian and put aside what he couldn't take.

"Junior Brother Li, why are you here?"

Ren Mingfei was still wearing a battle armor, but the halberd was put away.

"See Your Royal Highness the Fourth Prince!"

When the disciples who followed saw the visitor, they all bowed their hands and paid homage to him.

Alian looked back at her child's savior in shock. She didn't expect him to know someone from the hunting team?

"Brother Mingfei, have you known each other for a long time?"

Ren Mingfei nodded, looked at Li Qinglang, and slapped the latter on the shoulder, "In total, it has been more than two years since we last met."

Alian held various prey in her hands, and then said with a somewhat excited smile: "You all sit inside, come on, sit inside quickly. I will get you some dishes."

She greeted several members of the hunting team to go into the house, and she carried the game into the kitchen.

"Uncle Mingfei!"
To be continued...