Hearing the sound, Xiaojiu was stunned, thinking that this man was dressed as a farmer, why did he speak like this? He was suspicious, so he turned around and looked over. Seeing that the man had turned around, standing less than ten feet away from him, the pickaxe was still on his shoulder, looking at him with a smile on his face. After a closer look, he found that although the man was dressed as a farmer, he felt a faint smell of sweat from his body, but his eyes were bright and restrained and bright. Even so, he didn't think about it anywhere else, and he only thought in his heart that this man was really healthy and strong.

The man also looked at Xiaojiu up and down, then bowed his hand and said, "This little brother, you seem to be very familiar with Cangqingshan."

When Xiaojiu saw his etiquette, he was even more surprised and said, "What, are you not familiar with it?" It was just because Xiaojiu always thought that he was a farmer in the suburbs, so he asked this question.

But when the man heard this, he shook his head and smiled, "Brother, this is strange. I'm not a local person at first glance." As he said that, he lifted his short shirt with his hand and signaled Xiaojiu to see it carefully.

Xiaojiu looked up and down again and said suspiciously: "Why, according to your wishes, are you still dressed in another place?" As he said that, he didn't feel funny. The farmer in the suburbs of Shimen Town that Xiangri met was probably five out of ten people dressed like this.

Seeing Xiaojiu looking at him with such a look, the man smiled and said, "No wonder, you middle-earth people don't recognize my clothes." As he said that, he raised the straw sandals on his feet and said, "This is the best cowhide boots." After that, he smiled and lifted his short shirt and said, "This is a waist jacket made of animal skin." When he spoke, he still looked proud.

After hearing this, Xiaojiu looked at the man and was puzzled for a long time. He thought that he had met a lunatic, so he wanted to turn around and leave and ignore it. He casually said, "I am ignorant and have little knowledge, and I really don't know your outfit."

The farmer glanced at Xiaojiu, pointed to the northwest direction, and said, "How can you recognize our people from the desert of the Western Regions by my little brother so young?"

Hearing the four words "Western Region Desert", Xiaojiu, who was originally planning to turn around and leave, stopped again, looked at the man, and said, "Western Region Desert? Isn't it that Hu language is spoken?"

Xiaojiu originally intended to tell the man in a vague way that you are a lunatic, but you just don’t know. You said you were a Hu from the Western Regions Desert, and you said you were wearing Hu clothes. Even if I don’t care about these things with you, you are talking about Central Plains Chinese, so what is the explanation?

Seeing that Xiaojiu didn't believe it, the man smiled and said, "I am a businessman from the desert. He has been talking here because of many trips to Middle-earth."

When Xiaojiu heard this, he became interested, curled his lips and said, "Why don't you say that you have lived in the Central Plains for a long time and have forgotten Hu Yu?"

Unexpectedly, the man then said a few words of humor.

Xiaojiu said disdainfully, "I'm making a few nonsense, you can't understand." After that, he ignored it and turned around and was about to leave.

The man's face darkened, he took a sudden step forward, but his whole body leaned back and floated up, but he was still carrying the pick on his shoulder. Taking advantage of Xiao Jiu's moment of being stunned, he opened his mouth in the air and spit out a stream of yellow smoke. The rolling yellow smoke like ink was filled with a fishy smell, and there were even more dense things like raindrops inside, bursting out.

When Xiao Jiu encountered such an unexpected sneak attack, he had to grit his teeth and soar into the sky. His right shoulder moved and instantly turned into sword feathers. With a loud sound of breaking through the air like a crane, he rushed forward and intercepted the yellow smoke.

The man was obviously shocked and praised, "Good Taoism!" After saying that, he took off the pickaxe on his shoulder, recited a spell that he couldn't understand, and quickly rotated his hands, dancing the pickaxe in front of him as if it were like a water wheel. Every time he danced, a large area of ​​dense things like raindrops came to fight against Jianyu.

Xiao Jiubian fought with the weird man, and he found it funny. This man was not only crazy, but also magic, but also ridiculous. He thought to me to hold you for a while and then question it carefully.

At this moment, another Fei Zheng saw a flying sword carrying thousands of Buddha lights descending from the sky and wrapping the farmer tightly. Xiao Jiu felt suspicious, but after a closer look, he recognized it as a Buddhist robe.

The strange man was wrapped in a cassock and could no longer cast his magic. He struggled for a while before stopping, as if his body had weakened, and he fell to the ground with the cassock.

Xiaojiu fell from the air, looked up and heard a Buddha's name coming from the air: "Amitabha". Then a man slowly fell from the air, and he carefully saw that it was Kongming, the monk from Kongjue Temple.

Kong Ming smiled, looked at Xiaojiu, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, the little monk saw someone fighting here from afar, but he didn't expect it was a young hero."

Xiaojiu glanced at the weird man covered by the cassock and replied, "I was careless for a moment and almost harmed this demon."

Kongming nodded, turned around and waved his hand, took back Baina's cassock. Then he saw that the strange man turned into a pile of thin yellow sand, but he was still in a human form, lying on the ground like a sand sculpture.

Xiaojiu looked at it and said in a moment: "This, this, what I just saw is obviously a farmer."

Kongming glanced at the pile of yellow sand and shook his head and said, "The little monk has traveled here from Kongjue Temple. He has encountered this weird thing several times. At first, he was still confused. Later, he gradually realized that these strange people seemed to come from the desert of the Western Regions."

When Xiaojiu heard this, he stared at the pile of yellow sand for a while and said suspiciously: "The Desert in the Western Regions?"

Kong Ming nodded slightly and said, "In the eyes of the little monk, these people should belong to the same demon sect in the Western Regions, but for some reason they came here."

Xiaojiu was shocked when she heard this and said, "In this way, isn't Cangqing Mountain very dangerous?"

Kong Ming looked at Xiaojiu, shook his head calmly, and said slowly: "From the little monk's observation, these people are very strange. They do not hurt others, but like to fight and test the practitioners."

Xiaojiu once again turned his gaze to the pile of yellow sand and said, "Test?"

Kong Ming nodded and said, "No, and whether it is the righteous sword immortal or the demonic person, they will test it whenever they meet them."

Xiaojiu thought for a while and said, "Then why are they like this?"

Kongming took a few steps towards the pile of yellow sand, stood beside him, and said, "Originally, the little monk thought they were testing the strength of the various sects in the Central Plains. But later he thought that if this was the case, they could hit Kongjue Temple and Guiyun Temple, why bother looking for opponents on the way? After thinking about it, he vaguely felt that these people were looking for someone."

Xiaojiu also took a few steps towards the yellow sand, looked down, and said lightly: "It is really strange to use this method to find people."

Kong Ming nodded and said, "Maybe, they don't know what the person they are looking for looks like? Maybe the person they are looking for will change. The little monk couldn't figure it out for a while, so he wanted to go to Feng Shaoxia to discuss it."

After hearing Xiaojiu's words, Chu Qing suddenly remembered her own experience and also narrated it.

After hearing this, Xiaojiu pondered: "In this way, there are really some forces in the Western Region Demon Cult secretly penetrated into the Central Plains."

Chu Qing thought for a while and said, "Can it be the same as those spirits in Guiyun Temple?"

Xiaojiu shook his head and said, "The sand in my shoes is because when I was picking wild fruits today, I passed by there and went to look at it again. I didn't expect that the sand was still there, which is completely different from the spirit of Guiyun Temple." After saying that, he looked at Chu Qing and said, "Maybe, Brother Feng can make a judgment on these things."

Although Xiaojiu did not speak thoroughly, Chu Qing could understand it. Her intention was to go back to Yusun Peak and look for Feng Shuzhu. She lowered her head and stopped talking.

In fact, how did Chu Qing know that Feng Shuzhu had already gone to Kongjue Temple to worship this master. As for Xiao Jiu, he really wanted to go back to Yusun Peak, but he just wanted to wait for Feng Shuzhu. However, he was always nervous when facing Chu Qing alone, so he forgot about this matter for a while.

The two of them were silent at the same time, and the "crackling" sound of dry firewood bursting from time to time in the fire, crisp and loud. The red flames made their cheeks red, like people who were drunk.

After a while, Xiaojiu, who had been staring at the flames, suddenly said, "Brother Feng has gone to Kongjue Temple, and there is no one on Yusun Peak now." I don't know why he suddenly remembered this matter again.

Chu Qing was stunned when she heard this. She knew that Xiaojiu wanted to go back to Yusun Peak. Although she didn't say anything, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Xiaojiu saw it and knew that even though Feng Shuzhu was not on Yusun Peak, Chu Qing still didn't want to go back, so she lowered her head and remained silent, and no longer had time to speak.

Only the sound of a little fat bear eating wild fruits was heard "cracking" on the side.

After a while, Chu Qing suddenly turned her head and said, "Xiao Jiu, where would you usually stay when you left Yusun Peak?" She remembered that before Xiao Jiu turned into a human form, she often had to patrol Cangqing Mountain, so she often stayed outside overnight, so she asked this question.

Xiaojiu raised his gaze and recalled a little: "I often live in several caves, and I have to see where I go, but I usually fly near the inkstone and it is difficult to find a place to live."

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. A sentence reminded Chu Qing that Mo Yan Peak was not elsewhere, but the underground palace of his ancestors, so he couldn't help but look down at the soft fingers on his wrist. Yes, at this time, I didn't want to go back to Yusun Peak, which was a great place to go. I couldn't help but think of the beautiful underground palace again. Then I looked up and looked at Xiaojiu with bright eyes and said, "Xiaojiu, do you have anything else to do?"

Xiaojiu didn't understand Chu Qing's intentions and mistakenly thought Chu Qing wanted to help him, so she immediately shook her head.

When Chu Qing saw this, she was happy and said, "Then, let's go to Mo Yan Peak." Seeing Xiaojiu's face at a loss, Chu Qing smiled again, "What, are you still afraid of not having a place to live? Let's go, you will know when you arrive."

Xiaojiu looked at the wild fruits on the ground. Before he could eat them, Chu Qing stood up and said, "Let's go, there are many wild fruits near Moyan Peak. You killed a big green snake at that time. Do you still remember?"

Xiaojiu suddenly realized and nodded when she heard this.
Chapter completed!