The camp where the rest was cleaned up and the surface tranquility was restored.

But almost everyone's heart was tense due to the strange joiner.

The night here is so cold, cold and quiet. Even the smell of blood left on the tragic battlefield was frozen by this cold and could not be passed on to the camp.

The elves in the land quietly poked their heads out again, just like the young disciples who wanted to explore but were a little nervous.

The dark figure sitting on the edge of the camp is a person who originally belonged to the legend. He is powerful, handsome, sad, and lives in a mysterious and distant world. A mysterious character who is not very real suddenly fell from the sky like this, helping them, and planning to stay in the camp to spend the night with them.

"Why is he still here? I don't dare to sleep anymore." A disciple of Guiyuan Sect hid in the blanket and spoke in a very low voice to his companion's ear.

"I don't know." Her companion replied in an air voice, "Who knows why such a big shot stays with us? I don't dare to sleep either."

But there are also some people who are not afraid of the magic cultivator who stays in their camp.

Cheng Yan looked through the book "The Monsters" and was already immersed in the divine sense. He occasionally waved his injured arm hanging around his neck and made some inexplicable sighs.

Xiao Changge gave birth to tender branches and vines in the cold weather, and built a dense and soft bird nest on a low wall to let the night girl rest in it.

The girl stretched out her only arm from the shack, grabbed Xiao Changge's sleeve, and held him to talk to her.

Ding Lanlan is working hard to repair her puppet that was slapped by the bull demon, and the project is huge. Mu Xue squatted beside her to help.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue?" Ding Lanlan pushed her hand before she woke Mu Xue up from her stunned state. "Is the sensing array of the puppet's hands ready?"

Mu Xue woke up and glanced at the tactile talisman in her hand, and said embarrassedly, "Ah, I'll make another one right away."

"What's wrong with you? You've been stunned since the beginning?" Ding Lanlan took the formation talisman made by Mu Xue, and carefully embedded the puppet's arm, and said, "By the way, have you seen everyone Cen when you were young? Why don't you say hello? Wouldn't it be rude to do this?"

If she wasn't so focused on repairing the puppet, she would definitely find that something was wrong with her junior sister at this moment.

"Say hello? Well, yes... I should say hello." Mu Xue swallowed, feeling that even her heartbeat had inexplicably increased.

She almost slapped herself like this inexplicably shy. After staying in the fairy world for a long time, her fists were a little rusted. Did she not even have a good personality?

What is there to worry about? Mu Xue asked herself.

That was Xiaoshan, Cen Qianshan, his apprentice.

Don’t look at him now, he can scare away a group of hooligans by standing at one stop. When he was a child, he even beaten his butts by himself.

Cen Qianshan sat alone on the other end of the bonfire, and everyone subconsciously chose to rest away from him. So much so that a large empty space was empty beside him, a little lonely.

The flames reflected on his black short boots, showing delicate leather and exquisite workmanship. Upside them were straight long legs, wrapped in charming lines by exquisitely tailored fabric. His elbows were supported on his legs, and his slender and white fingers were intertwined on his lips, staring at the flames intently.

When Mu Xue walked over, a small mechanical puppet jumped off Cen Qianshan's shoulder.

The little puppet didn't know what happened to cause overjoyment, so he danced and turned around Cen Qianshan for half a circle. He accidentally tripped on the ground. After getting up, he still waved his thin arms and ran away happily, leaving room for Cen Qianshan and Mu Xue.

"Cen, Brother Cen Dao, do you still remember me?" Mu Xue stood by the bonfire and bent down to ask the man sitting by the fire, "I am Xiaoxue, when I was in Shinto..."

As the crackling sound of the bonfire exploded, Mu Xue looked at the man with his eyelashes and looked over. The look seemed to have a silent condemnation for some reason.

Mu Xue smiled, she knew that this person still remembered herself.

"What a coincidence, I met you here. I was thinking about how to find an opportunity to meet you in Fuwang City." Mu Xue sat down next to him, "I really didn't expect that I would meet you when I came to the Demon Spirit World."

Cen Qianshan slowly turned his face to look at her.

I haven't seen each other for ten years, and my eyes are confused by the autumn water in my eyes. I have tried my best to say it but I can't bear to say it.

Xiao Qianji was walking around and happened to pass by Ding Lanlan. Seeing her repairing the puppet, he jumped onto her workbench curiously.

"Hey, the puppets in your fairy world are similar to us." Qian Ji used his telescopic arms to hand Ding Lanlan a pointed tweezers, "Do you need help?"

"Ah, OK, can you help?" Ding Lanlan was very novel. She had never seen such a puppet, so self-aware, flexible and flexible, almost like a real person.

The small puppet stretched out his arm and accurately clamped up a small accessory and handed it to Ding Lanlan. The palm turned into a cone shape, shooting out a thin spiritual power, helping Ding Lanlan to inlay and assemble the small accessory.

"Wow, you're so awesome." Ding Lanlan spared no effort to praise him.

"This is amazing." Qian Ji's small chest was straight, and there was a sense of pride in his voice without any lifting and lowering. "I don't know how many guys I helped the master assembled a hundred times more precise than this one."

Ding Lanlan, who has a passionate personality, soon became familiar with this little puppet who is so lively.

"Your master is very famous in our place. We have seen your images in the school." Ding Lanlan lowered her head and said to Qian Ji in a low voice, "Your words have all been passed to the fairy world."

"Is that?" Qian Ji said, "We have many kinds of verbal books, and I like to read those verbal books very much. I study human behavior patterns by reading a lot of verbal books."

"Read, can you study the words?" Ding Lanlan stuttered a little.

"Yes," Qian Ji said seriously, "this can we better understand the owner's thoughts and provide high-quality services to the owner."

Ding Lanlan looked at the repaired puppets in her hand in embarrassment, and thought carefully whether there was a need to read the romantic script for them in the future.

"But everyone in Cen looks much better than I have seen before," said Ding Lanlan.

"Where are much better?" Qian Ji's arm turned into a screwdriver and quickly rotated and tightened a nut.

"It's... although he feels a little disgusted with worldly distant, he doesn't have the depressed appearance of the Mirage. He always feels that he seems to be a little more humane, and even a little shy." Ding Lanlan quietly looked at the figure sitting by the bonfire with Zhang Xiaoxue, "The clothes are good, they are exquisite and refreshing, anyway, they are more handsome than they imagined."

That was of course. Qian Ji thought to himself that he didn't know how many times he took a shower or changed clothes before he came. He also left us aside and muttered in front of the bronze mirror for a long time.

He has been practicing for so long, but why did he become mute again when he gets here? Mu everyone took the initiative to say so many words. He hasn't spoken yet.

Qian Ji looked at the two people sitting by the fire, and was anxious and complained wildly that the master could do anything, but when he arrived in front of Mu, he became stupid, which was so anxious.

Mu Xue took out a pack of snacks from the storage bag and handed them to Cen Qianshan, "This is called Donkey Rolling, which is not available in the Demon Spirit World. Do you want to try it? I asked my senior sister to make it before coming."

Cen Qianshan's fingers curled up slightly and reached out again.

When he took the bag from Mu Xue's hand, his fingertips gently ticked Mu Xue's fingers intentionally or unintentionally. The temperature of the fingertips was hot and hot, leaving a long-lasting touch on his skin.

Mu Xue looked up at him, and Cen Qianshan had turned around.

He twisted out a snack with his fingers and started eating slowly.

The thin lips were stained with a little soybean powder, which made the alienated and cold man feel the breath of fireworks, and it was no longer so daunting.

I felt a bit familiar with eating by my side.

Mu Xue felt relaxed. She sat next to Cen Qianshan and took out a can of red fruit from the storage bag, a plate of sesame paste sugar cakes, and a box of cheese rolls...

"I'm going to buy it at the foot of the mountain before coming," she said as she waved, "I'm saving it in the storage bag, thinking of bringing it to you for a taste."

She ignored the omission in her sentence, and Cen Qianshan didn't say anything.

He ate every plate of snacks, carefully and seriously, and never stopped for a moment. It seemed like he had been hungry for a long time and had never tasted the sweet taste. After eating this sutra a little, he was unwilling to stop.

Mu Xue sat beside him and ate slowly with him.

This atmosphere makes people in the camp relax.

Someone immediately became active and wanted to take this rare opportunity to ask about academic problems with the rare magic cultivator.

"Everyone Cen, please ask you for advice." Cheng Yan brought the book "The Monster" borrowed from Mu Xue and read it to Cen Qianshan. "This is the Monster's Record that we compiled, and I don't know if there is any error. For example, here it says that the wife of the Shilong clan will eat her husband on the wedding night. I think it is unlikely."

The thick book is full of annotations, and the font is elegant and free, and it looks completely different from the past. If you look closely, the strokes are all the notes of the person before the document.

Cen Qianshan took it with one hand, looked down page after page. After reading it for a long time, he suddenly put the book together and naturally put it into his storage pendant. "Yes, there are indeed many omissions. It is recommended to read "The Monster Beast Tongkao" instead."

He took out a thick new book and handed it to Cheng Yan.

Brand new, thick, gorgeously decorated, and very valuable at first glance.

That means Mu Xue’s book “The Monster Beast” doesn’t want to return it, so she exchanges it for this book.

Cheng Yan briefly saw that the book was beautifully printed and carefully recorded the habits of various demons in the Demon Spirit Realm. After he got such an authentic "Monova Tongkao" in the Demon Spirit Realm, he no longer had to worry about having nowhere to check the information when he encountered a monster he was interested in, and his eyes were so happy that he shone with his eyes.

After a moment of excitement, he suddenly remembered that his book "The Monster Beasts" was not his own at all, and he should not have been given directly to Cen Qianshan in exchange for this.

He scratched his head embarrassedly and said to Cen Qianshan: "Sorry, everyone in Cen, the book "The Monster Beasts" just now was not mine, it was borrowed by Xiaoxue's junior sister to read it, and I have to ask the junior sister..."

For some reason, the eyes of Cen everyone's eyes instantly became fierce and cold. The invisible pressure made Cheng Yan almost subconsciously use the Vajra Indestructible Law to protect himself.

It was not until the Cen family suppressed the strange resentment that Cheng Yan took a deep breath and felt that he had been slightly better. He didn't even understand where he said the wrong thing?

Cen Qianshan took out an old book page and handed it to Mu Xue who was sitting beside him.

"Use this book... exchange it with you." His slender fingers slightly rubbed the old cover page, as if he was reluctant to leave, "Can you do it?"

It was a book called "The Monsters" published a hundred years ago. It seemed that after repeated reading by the owner, it was already very old. Mu Xue opened the pages and found that there were also notes on it. The handwriting was a little immature at first, but then gradually matured.

This book seems to be a book Xiaoshan gave him when he was a child?

Mu Xue finally remembered that when she took Xiaoshan as her disciple, the first book she taught him to read was this book "The Monsters". At that time, she took the book from the bookshelf and handed it to him, taught him to read it carefully, and taught him to take notes.

It was a coincidence that I actually lent a book like Cheng Yan.

Although I don’t know why Xiaoshan exchanged his book with her.

But Mu Xue didn't mind and agreed readily.

With this little nostalgia, I even read old books through the fire.

She never noticed that the man sitting by the bonfire became slightly cramped.

The pages in his hand were filled with text in various colors of ink, and even some graffiti were painted. In some places, Mu Xue couldn't help laughing.

"On a certain day of a certain year, a white fox was captured in Qingqiu and presented it to the master. The fox turned into a charming place, but the master didn't like it." An ugly little fox was drawn next to it and also hit a big fork.

Did Xiaoshan write something wrong? Mu Xue still remembered that the little fox changed into a little boy with the ears and tail of the fox. He liked it very much. But for some reason, the fox disappeared the next day. Xiaoshan said that he ran away by himself.

"On a certain day of a certain month and a certain day of a certain year, I killed the red dragon and offered blood to my master. I did not report it because of my serious injury. The master was angry and said that he would slap him ten times. I also pity my body and remembered it but did not punish me. I still owe it to credit."
To be continued...