Master Qiu Wu prepared stock for Xu Yi in a hurry. In a short while, he gave him a Sumeru ring and diligently asked Xu Yi to test it.

Xu Yi was immersed in his mind and was very satisfied. He threw out a white star spirit and floated away.

In the boundless starry sky, the strong wind is like a knife, Xu Yi flew into a rainbow, and rushed forward in the starry sky channel.

This thunder was the thirteenth day. On that evening, Xu Yi finally landed on Chu Jiangxing.

The sunset swallows the river water, and the smoke from cooking fires swept across the mountain mist. The place where he settled seemed to be a small water town, with a large city of more than a hundred miles away from the town.

Just now, he saw clearly when he landed from a high altitude.

It was the first time he had come to Chu Jiangxing. He was unfamiliar with the place. At that time, did he have any contact information about Xue Zihan?

He really had no choice but to find someone for a while.

Fortunately, he has a constitution and knows that no matter which territory it is, the cultivation world is always pyramid mode. If you turn it up little by little, you can always be associated with Fairy Bingyun.

It’s been a while since he came. This 13-day journey to the starry sky really made him feel bad.

The wine and peach blossom duck that Master Qiu Wu had prepared were consumed three days ago.

In short, he had not had toothed for several days and had not closed his eyes for more than ten days.

I finally encountered this small water town. The rice and vegetable fragrance wrapped in floating smoke from cooking smoke tripped his legs so hard that he could not walk.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he quickly walked towards the small water town.

The vast river water cannot see the edge, and the blue waves are filled with a vast sea of ​​magnificent appearance.

He stepped onto the bluestone bridge leading to the town, and the old farmer in the genitals standing quietly by the bridge suddenly bowed to the ground and shouted at him, "Super the Immortal to help me."

Xu Yi was surprised and stared at the old farmer. The lightning from his eyes almost made the old farmer's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys look through. He was surprised to find that this old farmer was an ordinary mortal and had no possibility of pretending.

"Why is this the father-in-law?"

Xu Yi helped the old farmer up and was extremely surprised.

The old farmer wiped his aging cheeks like orange peel and said something about cause and effect in a trembling voice.

It turns out that this river that looks like a vast ocean, called the Sishui River, is a huge water vein that runs across the north and south borders.

Wuliu Town in front and Fengyuan City a hundred miles away are all surrounded by this Sishui River.

More than a hundred years ago, the Sishui River suddenly surging waves, turning a hundred miles into a country. The floods lasted for two years, and the people's livelihood was in decline and the people were suffering. Some passers-by said that this was the wrath of the river god, and it was necessary to offer sacrifices to children and boys.

The locals are already suffering. Even if they do not believe in the words of the alchemists, they can only try it out.

Unexpectedly, after this trial, the flood subsided.

The local wealthy families warmly welcomed the alchemist, but the alchemist refused to accept it and said bluntly that the presentation of boys and girls may only be safe for one month. If you want long-term peace, you must sacrifice a pair of boys and girls every month and a half.

At first, the major families were unwilling to cause trouble to the countryside and paid a lot of money to buy boys and girls from other places.

But over time, the purchase is unsustainable.

One is that there are many virgin girls on the market and few boys on the market. The other is that the wind of sacrifice has spread thousands of miles and spreads across more than ten cities. It is difficult to buy it in the market.

As a last resort, I can only look for it from the local area. Any family with a boy or a girl needs to draw lots to determine who will sacrifice the children.

This tragedy has lasted for hundreds of years and today.

This time, it will be the old farmer's turn.

The old farmer admitted his surname to Wang, and was a local gentry, a tenant from Zhu's family. His only son died early and his daughter-in-law remarried, leaving behind a pair of grandchildren and grandchildren, who depended on each other for life.

He won the male draw this time, so he wanted to give up his young grandson.

The young grandson Ruoxian and the Wang family's incense were cut off since then, which was a catastrophe.

"How did you know that I would pass by here and come here to welcome me?"

Xu Yi asked with a smile, this was his most concerned issue.

He doesn't like this feeling of being accurately predicted and unable to grasp fate, so he naturally has to ask the bottom line.

Old Man Wang bowed again, "Forgive me, the great immortal. The old man promised that man, and never reveal the name of the man. The old man is willing to sacrifice to the immortal with this old life, just to ask the immortal to save my miserable grandson."

Xu Yi helped the old man up, "Since you don't want to say it, I won't ask. Please go back first, and I'll come to your house later."

While speaking, he waved his hand and took the old man's residual soul and sent it to Huang Mei, and it was a result in an instant.

It turned out that it was fifty years ago, when Old Man Wang was chopping wood in the mountains, he encountered an old fox who was dying. The fox was sour and his fur was broken, and he couldn't get anything to buy when he got it on the market.

Seeing that the old fox had great spirituality in his blood, Old Man Wang felt compassion and took the old fox home, wrapped his wounds, fed it with clear water and porridge. The old fox was in Old Man Wang's house for several months, and gradually became angry.

On that day and night, Old Man Wang had a strange dream. In the dream, a man in white bowed to him and thanked him, saying that he would never forget his life-saving grace and would be rewarded in the future. If Old Man Wang encountered difficulties that he could not overcome in the future, he could go to Wuniu Mountain to find him. As long as he said three words to Baozhu, he would come.

Old Man Wang woke up from his dream and the white fox was gone. There was really a black bead next to his pillow.

In today's world, the legend of meeting immortals is not uncommon. Old Man Wang also guessed that the white fox he saved must be extraordinary.

But he was a country housekeeper and was used to being accustomed to his duty. He didn't want to and dared to get involved in the world of the fox demon. He suppressed this matter and took this matter seriously and lived his life in the housekeeper.

After a long time, he was about to forget about this matter.

It was not until this draw that he had poor luck and won the male draw. He wanted to send his young grandson to the Sishui River to offer sacrifices. He asked for everything but failed to find a result that he remembered this dusty past.

Three days ago, he climbed up Wuniu Mountain, and as the words left by the white fox, he shouted three times to the bead, "Hu Zhonghui's kindness," and indeed saw the man in white in the alliance.

Fifty years have passed, and the young man of the past has turned into an old man Wang, and the white-clothed man in the alliance is still the same as in a dream.

"It's interesting."

Xu Yi said to himself, shaking his body and disappearing, leaving only Old Man Wang shouting loudly.

However, when he leaped over twice, Xu Yi settled down at the top of Wuniu Mountain. His divine thoughts dispersed and enveloped the entire Wuniu Mountain. After a moment, his attention was betting on a piece of Cang Rock at his feet, lifting the Cang Rock, and a Ruyi Bead was now in the mud pit.

When the ban was urged to be opened, light and shadow appeared. In the picture, a handsome man in white bowed to Xu Yi and said, "Xiao Ke Hu Zhonghui, who was deeply kind to Xiaoyou Wang, can only lose his life. He tried his best to calculate for him, but only had a faint glimmer of life. He was by the bluestone bridge. If there was something disturbing the immortal, please forgive me. Xiao Ke knew that the immortal must have the virtue of life, and he would also doubt Hu. Hu did not dare to be the heavenly power of the immortal, so he could only escape. He hoped that the immortal could understand him when he was presumptuous."
Chapter completed!