Qi Wuhuo was so impressed that he heard this. He subconsciously moved forward and took a few more steps away from the mountains and rocks. The full moon hangs high in the sky. The moonlight flows down like water. The line of vision in front of him suddenly opened, and the person who recites the poem has already appeared in his eyes.

Under the full moon, above the bluestone, an old man in a purple robe sat cross-legged on it, with white hair and white beards, but in good spirits. There was a gourd hanging around his waist, and a smile on his lips, and he was reaching out to greet him.

As the winter night approaches, an old man meets another in the mountains.

It may be a passerby who has lost his way, but it may also be a demonic transformation. Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips, pulled the place where he carried the basket with his left hand, and pressed his right hand down at his waist. There was a small dagger there, which was sharply polished.

It is impossible for a young man to be bullied by those ruffians in the town just to rely on the knowledge of books.

He took a few steps forward and said, "It's already late, and it's almost winter. The mountains are particularly cold. When it's ugly, I almost freeze to death. Why is my father still staying here?"

The boy's actions naturally could not hide the many [Study Immortals] around him.

The many birds, beasts and monsters hidden around him were almost shocked when they saw this. The old man in front of him had his own identity and magical powers. He came here to set up an extremely mysterious magic spell, which attracted many monsters to preach. Although the monsters did not know their identities, they were all very respectful.

The boy somehow broke in and was so courageous.

A big tiger with white eyes next to it covers its mouth with a big tiger with claws, and its eyes are as wide as a big cat in the world. They are all suppressed. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Is this young child not afraid of anything?!

But the old man didn't feel anything. He just stroked his beard slightly, and suddenly smiled and pointed at his leg, saying:

"My husband's family is in the west of the capital. He came here to visit relatives and friends. When he saw the scenery of the mountain was very good, he went up the mountain to enjoy it. Before he knew it, he missed the time. When he was in a hurry to go down the mountain, he stepped on the wrong foot and threw his leg."

"If you don't see people in front of you and don't see the road behind you, you can only sit here for a moment and make some noise, hoping that there will be a woodcutter who has not gone down the mountain and can attract you, and helpers will be there."

"Otherwise, if the mountain is blocked by heavy snow today, I will die on this mountain and be eaten by wild animals."

This joke made the monsters on the mountain shudder for several times. Qi Wuhuo looked at it. Under the moonlight, the old man's legs and feet were indeed strange. He put down a little vigilance, walked forward, and checked the wound. He did feel flesh and blood. He was undoubtedly a human being.

When he saw that it was an elderly man, he hesitated and left for half of his heart. He immediately knelt down slightly, letting the old man stretch out his injured leg, pressed it for a little, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's okay, it's not hurting the muscles and bones. Apply medicine to the wound to rest, and you can recover in about a month."

He first corrected the bones of the old man, then took out dry food and clean water in bamboo tubes to let the old man take it to satisfy his hunger. The old man smiled and said, "Do you know medical skills?"

Qi Wuhuo helped to trap his injured leg with a cloth strip, and said without looking up:

"Five years ago, I ran with a gentleman for a while and he taught me something."

The old man looked slightly distorted and said, "Is that your teacher?"

"Where is he now?"

Qi Wuhuo's movement paused and replied:

"When I passed by Bingzhou, I accidentally fell into the Demon Kingdom. At that time, there were hundreds of thousands of displaced people. The demons were doing business on the roadside, and people were used as vegetables. If they had to pass the Demon Kingdom checkpoint, they would get a hundred pounds of 'vegetable meat'. He walked into the Demon Market by himself and turned to me out."

"Say: Young people live."

The old man's face became more ashamed, and suddenly he felt his legs tightening, but Qi Wuhuo tied his injured legs with force. Then the boy breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head and smiled: "In this way, the father-in-law's legs would not be seriously injured, but it was getting late, and there might be heavy snow these days."

"When Xuerong was in the mountains, the mountains were extremely cold, and even the blind bear would find a place to get up and fall asleep. If your father-in-law doesn't dislike it, it would be better to stay at my house for a while and wait until the injury is healed before talking about anything else. Or I carry my father-in-law to the town at the foot of the mountain. Although the town is remote, there is also an inn where your father-in-law can live freely."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "I think I'm very close to you with my little brother."

"If you don't think I'll bother you, the old man, I really want to spend a while with you."

So Qi Wuhuo circled the basket with a rope, hung it around his neck, placed it in front of him, squatted down slightly, letting the old man lie on his back, and then got up.

He often goes to the mountains and forests, chops firewood and carries firewood. He is actually in good health. He is not a big deal with an old man on his back, but he is still walking like a flying step.

The night fog in the past was still heavy, and now Qi Wuhuo can be seen.

The old man lowered his eyes slightly, thinking of his nature, so he did not let the fog dissipate, but became deeper, making the mountain road seem steep and his own weight gradually increased.

When Qi Wuhuo walked out ten steps, he was still like an ordinary old man.

Taking twenty steps is like a thirty-year-old man.

After more than a hundred steps, he was almost like a stone statue on his back, just approaching the upper limit of Qi Wuhu's strength. He was extremely tired but could support it. Qi Wuhu's steps gradually slowed down, but he never stopped.

The night finally got deeper.

As winter approaches, the wild beasts in the mountains are so hungry that they have to accumulate enough fat to survive this cold winter. The sky is blue and the trees are silhouetted. The sound of wolf howlings can be heard in my ears, as if they are approaching.

If it is an ordinary person, most of them are already trembling.

Qi Wuhuo's breathing was a little messy, but his steps were still steady. He just moved his right hand down and put the dagger around his waist. In addition, the young man's sweat-soaked clothes and the heat on his neck proved that he was indeed exhausted by great physical strength.

The old man nodded in a slight praise.

Suddenly Qi Wuhuo whispered and said, "Old sir, I just met for the first time, so I held the dagger. After that, I invited you down the mountain, which was a little presumptuous. I hope you don't care. I smelled the smell of monsters, so I was worried."

The old man seemed shocked: "Monster?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Yes."

The old man said: "Can you smell the monster?"

Qi Wuhuo paused and then replied:

"If you see too many monsters, you can smell them a little."

The old man was speechless. When he contacted the previous demon country and the disaster, he could also know that this was definitely not a memory that ordinary people would like to contact.

Suddenly I felt that it was boring to try my mind like this.

Isn’t this boy’s temperament as clear as the bright moon?

He sighed inwardly and simply dissipated the spell.

Qi Wuhuo did not realize that the weight of the old man behind him weakened in an instant.

A mysterious feeling surged into his body to heal the many hidden injuries left by the disaster. Qi Wuhuo only felt that the meridians in his body were relaxed in an instant, and the yang energy was born in the soles of his feet. The lost physical strength had recovered in an instant. When he looked up, the night fog had dissipated and the lights could be seen faintly on the way ahead.

Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said happily:

"Brother-in-law, my town has arrived."

After saying that, the wind blew, and he walked down the mountain with the old man on his back.

The moonlight is bright in the sky, and the young man strides and walks at Yamamoto at night is extremely dangerous. However, in places invisible to the naked eye, there are groups of monsters to protect the demons and ghosts, silently, like a guard of ceremonies, with majestic etiquette. The spirit fox holds candles in front and tigers hold claws behind.

Those wolves and beasts who were fainting from hunger did not dare to come at all, and the wandering ghosts who gathered yin energy in the mountains did not dare to bully themselves.

The mountain gods here traveled out at night, free and easy. They saw a group of monsters walking at night from afar. They were so shocked that they retreated for more than a hundred miles. When they turned around, they were still covered by the fog. They could not see their way out and their way back. They were even more palpitations, afraid that the great saint of the land was going on a patrol, and hurriedly burned incense to tell the gods.

Qi Wuhuo walked down the mountain, and the old man looked back.

The night fog that covered the mountains and rivers suddenly condensed, and the fog became smaller and smaller, and in the end, it was just a piece of purple gauze on the hat.

In addition, the mountains and rivers are clear and the wind is clear and the moon is bright.

That's all.

"Let's go and go back to the little brother's residence."
Chapter completed!