Although Aoki did not dare to keep them due to the orders of the ancestor, he wanted to help Chen Changan in his heart.

Nothing else, it is because he has a constant relationship with those people from thousands of years ago.

His obsession and regrets in his youth not only violated the will of the Great Sage of Qingqiu, but forced Qingle to leave with Chen Chang'an. Qingqiu Mountain was affected by some cause and effect, and also showed them a clear path.

After leaving Qingqiu Mountain, we went north, and there was Taihua Sect, and a guest official in the sect had a good relationship with Aoki when he was young.

He gave Chen Changan a jade plaque as a token and arranged for him to go to Taihua Sect.

Taihua Sect is a second-rate sect and is not very powerful, but it is still more than enough to protect his disciples from the vassal forces of Taixu Palace like Ziyunxuan.

After running around for so long, Chen Changan felt that he and the comfortable life of immortal cultivation seemed to be somewhat inseparable from the sect.

When he started practicing, he was thrown on the Zizhu Peak, which was not shitty, and then he lived a life of wandering and was chased and killed.

"Oh, this ghost weather."

Lu Ping held a pupat leaf and walked on the muddy ridge, complaining while walking.

After leaving Qingqiu Mountain, the weather was very strange. It was sunny in the morning, and it was raining heavily in the blink of an eye.

Almost for a moment, there were raindrops as big as beans everywhere, which made people unable to open their eyes.

Qingle curled up on Chen Changan's shoulders, her white fox fur was wet, and her small eyes were rolling around.

Only in this kind of weather can she not turn into a human form.

Chen Changan really couldn't understand why the Qingmu clan leader asked this little demon fox to follow him.

You know, if you leave Qingqiu Mountain's protection, you may be caught by Ziyunxuan's people at any time.

Chen Changan comforted, "Xiaobai, our monks are not afraid of hardship or fatigue. They insist on walking around the sects in the mountains and fields. Young monks must dare to leave the comfortable sect, go to the mountains and rivers. Cultivating immortals is not about treating guests to dinner, making articles, paintings and embroidery, and cannot be so elegant. As long as we are determined, all lynx and wild beasts are paper tigers."

Qingle rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Chang'an, you can speak so well. I'm so tired."

Chen Chang'an was very happy, touched the little fox's head, pointed at Lu Ping and said, "We must do a good job of ideological work for this backward element so that he will not drag us down."

Lu Ping gritted his teeth, but he really didn't have the strength to argue with Chen Changan. After rushing for so long, although he had a light body seal, he was not as full of spiritual energy as Chen Changan.

After walking for more than an hour, Lu Ping's feet suddenly became hard, and the muddy and difficult soil turned into neatly laid bluestone.

He looked happy and turned around and said, "It seems that we have arrived in the village. Hurry up and take a break and find someone to stay for a night."

Chen Changan also accelerated his pace. Finally, after dark, the outline of a house appeared under the dark night.

The village winds along a ridge, and all the houses are built on the backlight of the ridge.

Two small paths paved with bluestone cross the village entrance, dividing the village into two upper and lower places. Houses made of bamboo and unpeeled trees are tall and spacious. Most houses are equipped with tall eaves. The rain curtain flows down the eaves, making a sound of fear of bluestone slabs.

Before the joy just now had completely dissipated, a gloomy chill climbed into Chen Changan's heart.

The village was immersed in the thick darkness, and there was no trace of lights. There was silence around it, only their breathing and water echoing in their ears, and the houses made of bamboo and wood seemed to be empty.

Qingle looked left and right and muttered, "There is no breath of living people in this village."

Lu Ping didn't care about it. After being tired for a day, he was almost collapsed.

Now, carrying my luggage, I walked to a bamboo building carelessly and slapped the door: "Is there anyone? Someone is there. We are passers-by and want to ask for a bowl of water!"

"Someone!"

Chen Changan suddenly shouted loudly.

"I'm so scared, why are you excited?" Lu Ping jumped three feet high, was startled and cursed dissatisfied.

"I mean, someone is around us, slowly approaching..."

The little fox Qingle was furious and gently moved his claws on Chen Changan's back.

Lu Ping quickly looked around. In the darkness, he could vaguely see bamboo houses, but there was no trace of him.

Chen Changan kicked open the door of the main building and pulled Lu Ping to hide in.

His spiritual power dissipated, his eyebrows were frowned tightly, and the surroundings were dense. I don’t know what it was, and he was slowly approaching him.

And there is no in this bamboo building.

These things suddenly stopped, as if they were unwilling to get close to the bamboo building.

Although Chen Changan didn't know why, it was still a good thing. Lu Ping kept asking: "Changan, what is it? Is it a human? Is it a fairy? Is it a ghost?"

"Shut up!" Chen Changan and Qing Le cursed at the same time, big and small.

Lu Ping didn't dare to ask anymore, and grabbed Chen Changan's sleeve tightly, but when he arrived in the bamboo building, it was an ordinary decoration.

Chen Chang'an was not thinking about what was the one that slowly approached and suddenly dispersed.

There was a small well in the yard and a big tree of unknown species. I walked into the hall facing the door.

Strangely, the door of the hall was open, and the door was large, enough for three or four big men to enter side by side. There was a large jar full of clear water and a pile of chopped firewood in the room.

Chen Changan took out a spontaneous talisman from his arms. He should not lose his old skills as a sorcerer. These side-minded ways are the most suitable for survival in the wild.

He moved some firewood, pinched a talisman, and lit it.

Lu Ping took out a gourd from his waist, pulled out the plug to fetch water, and said with a trembling voice: "None of us should sleep tonight. As soon as tomorrow dawn, I will hurry up and leave this ghost place."

"ah!"

Lu Ping, who was chattering, suddenly showed a horror expression on his face and squatted on the ground.

Looking along his back, Chen Changan suddenly felt his scalp numb.

A strange figure, half hanging from the beam, his body was extremely soft and slender, and his hanging body was just opposite the water tank.

It has a human head, a pale face, without a trace of blood, but its expression is smiling.

Two small snakes on their earlobes, one red and the other blue, kept twisting their bodies and spitting out black snake letters.

Qingle's hair stood up one by one, and his tails also stood up. He was about to step forward and was held in his arms by Chen Changan.

"This is not a living thing..."
Chapter completed!