The old woman choked and hesitated for a long time, then thanked her and slowly climbed onto Qi Jiu's back covered in dust.

"Mother-in-law, how should we go?" Feeling that the person on his back was surprisingly light, Qi Jiu felt pity in his heart.

"My home is not far away. Just climb over the hill in front and you'll be there." The old lady pointed to the front and said, "Thank you very much, young master."

Qi Jiu: "..."

Small... hilltop?

He looked at the mountains rushing into the sky, silently held the old woman tighter on his back, and led the young men transformed from leaves into the mountains steadily step by step.

"Little Master, where is your home? What's your name?" the old woman asked gently.

"My mother-in-law calls me Qi Jiu. I use the sky as my quilt, the earth as my mat, and the sea as my home." Qi Jiu smiled slightly.

The old woman nodded, slowly put away her mournful face, and put on a smiling look: "Master Qi, this year is your Geng? But you have a family? With such a handsome face, your wife must be a stunning beauty, right?"

Qi Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth and replied patiently: "This year I have more than twenty-seven, but not enough than twenty-eight, and I have never had a wife."

"Such a good young master, with a kind heart, is it because he has never cared about others, or because she has never cared about him?"

"I want to see all these mountains and rivers while I can still go. As for the love between children..." Qi Jiu fell into an obvious silence. After a moment of silence, he raised an arc that was unreadable, "Then Just like the stars in the sky, we can only look up and feel that they are within reach. In fact, they are far away.”

A trace of worry flashed in the old woman's eyes, she pursed her lips and said no more words.

After crossing the mountain, Qi Jiu suddenly discovered that the old woman he was carrying on his back was a lot heavier for some reason. And it seemed that with every step he took, the old woman was getting heavier. If he hadn't secretly summoned up his spiritual power, he would probably have lost his weight right now. The soul that was crushed by the old woman has long gone to the west.

Qi Jiu's whole body was soaked with sweat.

He originally wanted to give up, but when he thought of the old woman's loneliness and her pitiful eyes, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and walk towards the faintly visible thatched hut on the mountain.

He carefully placed the old woman in the yard in front of the thatched house, and then bowed to her: "Mother-in-law, we are home. These little people will help you with the work. You can rest now."

The old woman smiled slightly, with a kind look on her face: "Young Master, as the saying goes, help others to the end. Since the young Master has sent me home, why don't you help me chop some firewood, make a hot soup, and then go to the forest?" Would you like to pick up some mushrooms and bring them back?"

Qi Jiu: "..." Don't you have those little people?

I probably still don’t trust it.

He sighed helplessly, turned around and went to the wooden pier, about to pick up the ax to chop firewood. At that time, he suddenly discovered that the ax actually weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and it would be impossible to lift it without great strength.

Thinking of this, Qi Jiu secretly exerted his spiritual power, raised the old ax to chop firewood, and used a load to carry some water to heat the soup. After the hot soup was half boiled, he picked up the old bamboo basket and went there. The forest when I arrived.

Looking at Qi Jiu's back, the old woman raised the corners of her lips meaningfully: "Haha, it turned out that the two elixirs were mixed together, which caused the root to break. It seems that my guess was right. Why can't you recognize her? She can't recognize you, that's all." If you listen carefully, you will definitely find that the old woman's voice has become as pure and ethereal as a girl's, but a little colder.

When Qi Jiu came back, there was no sign of the old woman. Not only was the old woman missing, but the thatched house was also missing.

The only ones left behind were those Ye Ren'ers and a lotus that was as lustrous as nine-color glass. The lotus was held by Ye Ren, exuding a soft halo, and was carefully handed to Qi Jiu.

Qi Jiu put down the bamboo basket and stared blankly at the many lotus flowers that seemed to be carved out of them.

"Nine-color scattered luster and colored glaze, a lotus is hard to find. This is... the nine-color ice lotus?"

The soft sound suddenly interrupted Qi Jiu's daze. He suddenly remembered that Luo Ge once told him that if he traveled a hundred miles west, there would be an opportunity.

He came with a hesitant attitude, but he didn't expect that he would actually come across the unique medicinal material that he longed for most.

The moment Qi Jiu took the lotus, Ye Ren turned into a ray of light, returned to his original form, and returned to the dust.

There was a touch of excitement on Qi Jiu's face. He carefully put the lotus into the spirit world, and then bowed three times in all directions. His voice was respectful but not humble or arrogant: "Yunfan, thank you, senior, for giving me the medicine. I will never forget your kindness."

"Then he looked at where the old lady should be, bowed his head again, and then turned around and left.

Not far away, two figures on the trees appeared after Qi Jiu left.

Let me tell you that the appearance of the two of them is like a dragon or a phoenix among people. The woman leaning on the tree on the left is a woman. The woman has a charming appearance, and the outline of her eyebrows is even more beautiful. She is wearing a t-shirt

Wearing a long white dress with wide sleeves and a white jade hairpin on her head, from a distance, she looks like a beautiful woman who doesn't like the fireworks of the world.

Next to the one on the right, this is a young man. His facial features seem to be outlined stroke by stroke by the evergreen sky. No matter where you look, you can't see any flaws. He seems to prefer purple, but seeing him

Wearing a purple brocade robe with long sleeves, a purple gold jade crown on her head, and a purple wine gourd in her hand.

At this moment, he was standing next to the woman, drinking and squinting his purple-black phoenix eyes happily. At first glance, he looked like a lazy fox.

"In this life, God seems to be no longer a piece of ice." Cen He, the woman, rubbed her chin, with a hint of surprise in her cold eyes.

"Xiao Xiao probably forgot. He has not recovered his memory yet. Moreover, he was fed two herbs." The man took a sip of wine, smacked his lips and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Cen He glanced upward lightly, and then looked away: "Smelly fox, this is what your father, queen, and mother taught you. Can you be arrogant in front of your elders?"

"My father only told me that when he met a girl he liked, he would abduct her home even if he lost face, just like my father abducted his mother back home. What's more, Xiao Xiao is the one I like?" The man grinned.

Cen He: "..."

There were faint veins on her forehead. She took a deep breath and opened her lips coldly: "I'll give you three breaths, get out!"

Gu Chen, that man, felt the chill that slowly spread over Cen He's body, shook his body, and immediately put away the wine gourd and bowed to beg for mercy: "Xiao Xiao, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have spoken so arrogantly."

If this ancestor gets angry, all the nine realms will tremble. He is just a joke, who will take it seriously?

Who would take it seriously?
Chapter completed!