On a clear day, it is far from rainy or foggy days. The clearer the sky, the more you should be careful and not be seen by those passing by in the sky.

They went here for the demon world. Even if the demon world was willing to accept it, they were afraid that there would be troubles. Who would not let go?

With the direction and route, it is not difficult for them to hide their eyes and ears. Moreover, in recent times, Sanqingxu seems to have let go of Qingyoumeng, and has never sent anyone to continue chasing them. It is easier to travel.

But Lin Suqing was worried. He was worried that his news would be leaked soon. He should have died in the melee many years ago, at the hands of His Highness the Second Prince of Danxue Mountain.

I hope she has no party involved, just as she has never heard of that melee.

The mask is a good thing. Through the mask, Qing Youmeng couldn't see his expression. She just found that he was much silent than before. She felt that he was thinking about something, but she didn't ask. There was no need to ask everything, there was no need to know everything. Just like she was thinking about things, she didn't say anything to Lin Suqing.

They quickly mingled into the mortal world and wanted to go to the demon world. The mortal world was the only way to go, and walking in the crowd could also better hide their traces.

The road to the world is easy to walk, everyone is busy and exhausted, and no one has the extra energy to pay attention to the passersby who pass by while walking.

Whether it is good-looking or weird, there are really no idle people to come to see you. As long as you are open-minded, don’t care too much about yourself.

As the days passed, Qingyoumeng’s sorrow had already healed, and she had never mentioned the previous grudges.

"Hey" Suddenly, an uncle called out door to door as he beat the gong, "The tide is coming soon! The tide is coming soon!" After saying that, the uncle walked in the opposite direction, without stopping.

After he reminded him, Lin Suqing and Qing Youmeng realized that only the two of them were still walking forward, and the others were heading in the opposite direction.

In front is a big river, and the river water arches the small village, and surrounds the lonely mountain outside the village. The villagers in the village often go to the mountain to hunt and chop wood, and the mountain raises the villagers in the town.

But they all went to the mountains during the day and returned to the village at night. But today, after the uncle greeted him, everyone rushed to clean up their household expenses.

It was also at this time that Lin Suqing and the others discovered that the villagers here all lived in tall houses, and the shortest one had at least three floors. Seeing that they were busy inside and outside, they used to be valuable things on the third floor, but now they are rushing to move the things on the first and second floors to the third floor.

Every household is like a well-trained army, with skillful movements without any ambiguity.

Those who were originally going out to hunt also came back with sickles and crossbows, and walked towards them one after another. There were still a few who were only halfway through firewood, so they were not greedy and came back with the team to become companions.

They were all saying that the tide was about to rise, so they rushed back to help with the things, or rushed back to pick up their families.

The uncle who was beating the gong was still informing him from door to door. Gradually, a few young and strong men followed him around the streets and alleys. When they met someone who was not very strong, they would help him move heavy objects.

Lin Suqing and Qing Youmeng seemed to be outside the matter, standing straight on the street, in sharp contrast with the busy and restless villagers, but they were already alone and had no home to move.

Seeing that they went from being in a hurry to taking a break and wiping a few handfuls of men, they began to line up spontaneously, but as if they were extremely disciplined.

They line up in order of their home address, in two rows. Each family will carry a long and strong bamboo, and carry a few bundles of ropes on their backs.

The first one to face was the lonely mountain over there.

At this time, the uncle who was ringing the gong came back and stood at the front of the queue. Facing the villagers, the young and strong young men followed him. Then the gong sounded, and the young men in the queue came out one after another, forming another column next to him.

The uncle who beats the gong should be the village chief.

"There was no order during this period, but everyone knew what they should do." Lin Suqing was very curious. They should be dealing with the rising tide often, right?

Then, the village chief uncle beat the gong and led the two teams to the riverside with the villagers, while the young men were still gathering the teams on the spot. After counting the number of people, they each drank a jar of courageous wine, broke the plates, and sang trumpets, as if they were facing a fierce battle.

Lin Suqing and Qing Youmeng were both very curious, but they were on the way, so they got into the two groups of people.

The queue stopped at the dock, and there was no ferry on the river surface, not even a bridge. The two of them couldn't help but wonder, there was nothing, how did the villagers go up the mountain on weekdays?

Just as they were puzzled, they realized that from the moment the team stopped and moved forward, everyone was busy tangling the bamboos together with ropes, one after another, and wrapped them very firmly.

Lin Suqing and Qing Youmeng have no bamboo, but there is also room for them to work together.

The two queues were stringed up by two groups of bamboos. The strong adults stood on both sides, with a horizontal partition in the middle, thin, elderly, young, and weak... they were all in the horizontal partition in the middle, and the ones on both sides were hugged horizontally. When hugging horizontally, both arms were placed on the bamboo, making it easier to take off their hands. In addition, there were people to take care of both sides, so the ones in the middle were safer.

A well-known parent reminded their children: "But be sure to hold the bamboo tightly! No matter what happens, don't let go of your hand?"

"Why can't you let go of your hand?"

"You let go of your hand, and the flood will drive you away. If you are washed away, your father will not be able to find you! You will not be able to find your father either!"

The child was about to cry immediately, but bit his cheek and held it in his arms, shouting: "I must hold it tightly! I will never let go if I die!"

The younger children were tied with empty gourds and tied them to short bamboos in the middle with ropes to prevent them from being flooded or washed away.

"You're going in the middle?"

Lin Suqing just made a suggestion and was rolled by Qing Youmeng. Yes, she is not a weak woman, she is even stronger than those strong men.

But I didn't expect that she also liked to join in the fun, but it was not surprising that she must have never seen any fun. She used to be cold just because she didn't meet the fun, but today she was having fun.

Lin Suqing secretly captured the expression that could not be concealed on Qing Youmeng's face, which was so beautiful. She was secretly observing, observing what the villagers would do next, and observing how these mortals who do not have magic skills will face the flood disaster.

This is like a practitioner is about to overcome the tribulation, and these mortals are about to experience the tribulation.

The two of them are the least disciplined. The big guys and even the little kids are standing in the team in a proper manner, and only the two of them look around and look around.

The river is ahead, and the tide is indeed rising, and the river water is rolling like a restless yellow dragon...

"Cross the river!"

Three gongs beat the sound of waves. After the first gong, the villagers followed suit and moved.

However, there is not a ferry or even a bridge on the river. Can they swim over?

Anyway, they are not afraid of it. They can fly, but Lin Suqing has the trick to avoid water.

As we walked along the queue, the river water filled the calf, but the feet were still down to earth. Lin Suqing dripped into the water to test, and it happened that Qingyoumeng had just finished testing.

"Is this a bridge below..." In order to make Lin Suqing behind her hear it, she leaned back slightly and said in a low voice.

The bridge was flooded by the river, and the water became bigger and bigger as it went, and it had already flooded Lin Suqing's waist. The little babies tied with gourds even floated up.

The impact of the water waves became more and more fierce. Everyone held the bamboo pole tightly to maintain balance and used the power of a group of people to fight the flood, but no one was washed away.

The village chief's gong stopped, replaced his voice, and he sang trumpets while walking. Lin Suqing and the others couldn't understand what he was singing, but everyone followed him, singing as if they were leveraging their strength to the top of their lungs.

The bridge had long been flooded, and it was the village chief who was exploring the way himself. He was walking in the front, and there was a bamboo distance between him and the villagers who followed him. If he walked wrong, he would be the only one who was washed away.

"This mortal...is not bad." Qing Youmeng praised in a low voice, and it was rare to hear praise from her.

"Oh? How is it a good method?"

The horn sounded loudly and was extremely loud. Lin Suqing had a very difficult time hearing Qing Youmeng speak, but Qing Youmeng would definitely not listen to him as hard as he did. So he bent down and lowered his head, leaned against Qing Youmeng's face, and asked in front of her ear: "How is that good?"

It was shocked Qing Youmeng to tremble, hahaha, it was interesting, and a bit cute.

Qingyoumeng ignored him.

Well... just ignore it, I'm used to it anyway.

Lin Suqing suddenly felt refreshed and simply sang horns with everyone. He had no idea what he was singing, but he just followed suit.

She was so happy that she sang, but she even hit Qingyoumeng and encouraged her to sing together. She refused, and her mouth was tighter, as if she had sewed it with needles and threads.

"You sing, how can you know if it's fun or not if it's fun or not!" Lin Suqing encouraged himself while singing, and was happy to sing. Jiang Tao fed a mouthful of water, spit it out and continues, without affecting his mood at all.

Maybe Lin Suqing was instigating her tightly, maybe the atmosphere was too contagious, Qing Youmeng actually moved her mouth, and soon she followed her quietly.

Her face, which was even colder than Frost, was flushed red, and the river water wet her whole body. It was so embarrassing, but... what happened so happy?

Lin Suqing was happy and sang Qingyoumeng carefully, but he never noticed that Qingyoumeng suddenly felt a feeling...
Chapter completed!