The leaves are falling and I look at my hometown, but I am separated by a piece of paper.

Yuan Yu Gongyangdong was inevitably homesick after wandering for a long time. After so many years of traveling all over the world, he had spent his original passion for his family. He gradually began to wonder when to return to his hometown. As he grew older, he became more and more worried about dying in a foreign land.

As the saying goes, fallen leaves return to their roots. Afraid of being separated by yin and yang, we can only climb up to the Wangxiang Tower and look at our hometown.

Only the one-eyed and deaf Huangcao is still heartless.

Mountain spirits dig holes as their nests, and their only purpose is to eat and live well. To the animals, it makes no difference where they die. After their lives are over, countless scavenging creatures are happy to help dispose of the corpses.

Quiet Shuangdu Town.

The lakeside is lined with green trees, and the mottled teahouses gather the aroma of tea.

There was an old wooden table for making tea with well water, six or seven tired guests, and a flock of white geese walked past the door with their heads held high.

Yuan Yu frowned and was restless. Gongyang was leisurely sipping coarse tea. Huangcao turned a blind eye to the tea and had no interest in it. It preferred oil and water to a bowl of leaf soup. It followed the big white goose with greedy eyes.

The coarse tea was bitter, and Yuan Yu sighed. He saw a few yellowed bamboo leaves turning and falling from the window, and his eyes became more confused.

The carpenter Gongyang grabbed the mung bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth. He ate too quickly and choked.

"Ahem...water..."

The feeling of inhaling the powder into your lungs is terrible.

When Huangcao saw this, he quickly poured water.

The two little paws moved quickly, handing over a glass of water as quickly as possible.

Gong Yangguo held the bowl and raised his head to drink, his face suddenly turned red.

"puff……"

Huang Cao stretched out his paws to touch the empty teapot, then slowly lowered his head and prepared to run away. His furry face gradually became embarrassed, forgetting that there was hot water in the kettle.

After taking a sip of hot water, Gongyang Gong grabbed the teapot and quickly knocked the weasel upside down on the head.

"Squeak! I can't see you! Save the wolf..."

Huang Cao had the teapot stuck in his head, swinging around and falling from the chair.

With a bang, it hit the table leg and shook the tea tray. Huang Cao seemed to hear countless sparrows surrounding his head, shook it twice and hit the wall again.

Gong Yangguo grabbed the remaining half cup of cold tea from Yuan Yu and drank two sips before he felt better.

"Brother Yuan, it's easy to get old if you always have your head full of worries. The three of us are all unknowns, so why bother."

Hearing this, Yuan Yu slowly shook his head.

"It's different from before, this time... something seems to be wrong."

When I wanted to drink tea, I found that the tea cup had been taken away, so I had to take Huang Cao's tea cup.

Huang Cao pulled out the teapot from his head, revealing his furry head from across the table.

"What's the matter? Is there anything we three brothers can't solve?"

"Oh, I don't understand. I just feel like something is going to happen. As you know, my ancestors have some calculation skills passed down from their ancestors, but this time it's like they are covered by fog. This is not right."

Yuan Xu looked solemnly and shook his head. The feeling of being covered was particularly uncomfortable, and he felt like he was being manipulated.

There was another moment of silence.

Huang Cao grabbed the edge of the table and turned it up, holding the teapot in silence.

As an accomplice, I still recognize Yuan Banxian's abilities.

He can pinch, count, and understand formations. He can be said to be the soul of the gang, but he has no other abilities.

In the past several deductions, problems have been found that are enough to prove excellence, but now I am restless. This situation has never happened before, but is there any other good way now? Not everyone can help with this mysterious and mysterious thing of exploring the future.

The weasel scratched his head.

"Could it be... that he is a practitioner?"

Gong Yangguo nodded after hearing this, and Yuan Yu was also thoughtful.

It's very likely that it has something to do with gods, demons and monsters, but I don't think it's that simple.

Yellow grass spreads and claws spread.

"Then what should we do next? Should we let go and have a fight with our opponents, or should we surrender?"

"Brother Huang, why are you such a weak wolf?"

The carpenter, the ram, was so angry that he refused to fight.

"Huh? Brother Gongyang, didn't you hear clearly? I said a fight. We have never offended the great gods and immortals. At most, we are just a few minor monks. Some of them do it. Surrender is just talk, but I still appreciate you. Tell the truth and admit that I am a wolf."

"I don't remember the three of us offending the gods. As for the monks, what kind of heavenly sect is that?"

For a moment, the two of them thought of those idiots who pretended to be noble.

Huang Cao looked into the distance and fell into memories.

"I can't forget that inmate who humbled himself. I don't know if he is still alive."

"What do you care about that idiot? Brother Yuan, please come up with an idea. You are the smartest among the three of us."

"let me see……"

There was another moment of silence.

After a long time, just when Gong Yangdong was about to speak, Huang Cao suddenly raised his head...

He raised his hand to signal for silence, his nose twitched and he smelled the wind carefully, and his tail hair exploded!

"There are practitioners! Lots of them! The wind is blowing!"

Yuan Yu and Gong Yangxi looked at each other, got up and ran away!

Throwing down a few copper coins to pay the bill, he quickly climbed over the window and followed the weasel. The yellow grass was running and jumping on all fours. With one eye, he saw a group of fast horses galloping in the distance. He looked left and right, leading the two of them to draw an arc while running towards the market town. .

Gongyang looked back and saw a somewhat unforgettable figure.

"Those pretentious turtle-grandsons are real! Why are they still lingering? Is that a big deal?"

The monk who held the two men in prison outside the mountain gate was so unique and proud that it was unforgettable.

"Did Brother Huang dig up their ancestral graves?"

"I thought about it too! It's a pity that I just ate the chicken!"

He ran quickly on all fours, his fat body running very elegantly, swaying left and right, avoiding the grass, and heading straight for a town of a thousand people.

The three guys turned, and the fast horses behind them also turned.

The distance is getting closer and closer...

The strange thing is that the three victims did not rush into the crowd to escape, but stopped outside the town.

Even if you enter the town, you can't hide from the monks, which will only cause harm to the townspeople.

Yuan Xu opened his pocket and took out something and threw it at Huangcao.

"Old Huang!"

His arm strength was so weak that he still missed the path. Huang Cao ran with all his limbs on the pavement bricks for a few steps and jumped up high. He jumped towards a boulder next to the archway outside the town. His limbs bounced off the stone and jumped upwards. Open your mouth and hold a stone the size of an egg in your mouth.

After landing, he ran with his fat and slender body, grabbed the pillars of the stone archway and climbed flexibly, climbed to the highest point and placed the stone on the top of the archway.

On the other side, Gong Yangdong rushed towards the thousand-year-old tree outside the town.

Opening the thin bamboo tube and sprinkling the water on the ancient tree, Yuan Yu took out his compass and made a quick calculation!

People passing by didn't know why.

Huang Cao jumped down neatly, took the red cloth handed by Yuan Yu and ran towards the crooked stone sculpture.

During this period, he also glanced at those fast horses with his one eye, secretly despising him for not being well-trained enough to handle a sword, yet having to ride a horse when he was out. Thinking of their virtue, he felt relieved.

Gong Yangdong pulled out a rusty sword from the side of his trunk, walked quickly to the ancient well, and inserted the sword at the edge of the well.

Then press lightly on the back box.

Kaka...

Grab the mechanism and pull hard, and pull out a mechanism crossbow.

I saw the sound of the machine's crossbow getting longer.

He took out a crossbow arrow engraved with runes and pressed it into the groove. The gears rotated and the bow string was tightened. You could vaguely see the airflow converging towards the metal arrowhead of the crossbow.

The yellow grass covered the mottled stone sculptures, and he turned around and ran back to the two brothers.

Yuan Yu wearing a scholar's robe holding a compass, the grinning one-eyed deaf weasel, and Gong Yangzi holding a mechanical crossbow.

The three brothers stood side by side with a tacit understanding, and they seemed to have the aura of masters in the world.

The horse came to the outside of the town, its hooves raised high!

The horse neighs.

The strange thing is that the horses seem to be afraid of something and dare not move forward.
Chapter completed!