"But I'm not sleepy!" Man Ling'er slept all night and was not even half sleepy.
"It's up to you, but remember not to disturb Sister Lian!" Chen Jinyuan said, then turned to leave.
"Brother Chen, where are you going?" Man Ling'er asked hurriedly, as if he was afraid that Chen Jinyuan would disappear again.
Chen Jinyuan turned around and said, "Go and see that demon tree!"
"I'll go with you!" Man Ling'er jumped out of bed, hugged Chen Jinyuan's arm and refused to let go.
Chen Jinyuan had no choice but to take Man Ling'er out of the village and headed towards the sycamore tree in the light rain.
"Wow, why is this sycamore tree so small?"
Arriving in front of the sycamore tree, Man Ling'er first let out an exclamation. The area affected by this rain was really quite large. The heavy rain for days made this place more like a vast ocean. The sycamore tree was alone in the ocean, fǎngfo
A lonely boat was drifting in the wind, the cold wind was blowing, the branches were rustling, and it seemed that it would fall down at any time.
Chen Jinyuan took a look and saw that this sycamore tree had lost all its former glory. It had shrunk to a height of several tens of meters. The small holes in the tree body had slowly healed and it no longer spit out water. There should be no water left to spit out.
"This sycamore tree is just soaked in the water. I wonder if it can survive?" Chen Jinyuan frowned.
After scanning with his spiritual consciousness, he found that the huge underground root system had also been recovered. This sycamore tree should have returned to its original size. Fortunately, it seemed to have a strong vitality and the root system was not soaked by water. When the wind and rain in the past few days passed, the big tree would be restored to its original size.
After the water recedes, you should still be able to survive.
Looking up at the crown of the tree, Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but think of the red-haired woman who suddenly appeared and then disappeared that day. Now that the tree has become like this, it is impossible for Sister Lin to fall from the tree. Then
Who could the girl be? Why would she make Xuanyuan Sword react like that?
"Brother Chen, what are you thinking about?" Man Ling'er asked curiously when she saw Chen Jinyuan staring at the tree crown in a daze.
Chen Jinyuan was pulled back from his thoughts and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I just think it's a pity that such a big tree has turned into what it is now!"
Hearing this, Man Ling'er felt the same way, "Yes. It's such a pity. How long would it take to use such a big tree as firewood for the villagers in Lijia'ao!"
Chen Jinyuan burst into laughter, patted Man Ling'er on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go back! If this tree causes trouble again in the future, we'll ask the village chief to bring someone to chop it down and use it as firewood!"
After three days of continuous rain, it finally slowly stopped. Lin Yilian rested for three days and recovered, and her walking was no longer so staggering.
After the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, the sun, which had not shown its face for a long time, finally parted through the clouds and mist. It quietly emerged, and the sunlight shining on people's faces was no longer so vicious. It was no longer so jealous.
This rain has fed the land that has been dry for a long time. Now the villagers in various villages are no longer afraid of being dried out by drought, but are afraid of being drowned by water.
As soon as the rain stopped, the old village chief contacted all villages, mobilized manpower and material resources, and began to dredge the waterway. Chen Jinyuan and his party stayed for such a long time. Now that everything is done, these villagers can handle the rest.
Okay, I said goodbye and went on my way.
When the villagers of Lijia'ao learned that Chen Jinyuan and others were leaving, almost all of them came to see them off. It was Chen Jinyuan and others who saved them. In their eyes, Chen Jinyuan and his group were gods.
"Mr. Chen, it's really thanks to you this time, otherwise our village and the villages hundreds of miles around would be unimaginable!" The old village chief took Chen Jinyuan's hand, his expression was very excited, and his voice was trembling with excitement.
Chen Jinyuan said with a smile, "The old village chief said something serious. It's a small effort, it's not worth mentioning, it's all what should be done!"
The old village chief nodded and said, "You have been so kind and generous, but I can't repay you for it. Please accept my gratitude!"
As he spoke, the old village chief knelt down tremblingly on the ground. The villagers in Lijia'ao behind him saw the village chief kneeling down and hurriedly followed him.
"this……"
Seeing this, Lin Yilian wanted to help, but Chen Jinyuan reached out to stop her. Lin Yilian glanced at Chen Jinyuan doubtfully, but she didn't know Chen Jinyuan's intention.
Chen Jinyuan accepted the bows of everyone in a grand manner, because he knew that if he did not accept the bows, the entire villagers of Lijia'ao would not feel at ease. After all, he and others saved them, and they had no way to repay this kindness.
This is the only way to choose.
After everyone had finished paying their respects, Chen Jinyuan stepped forward to help the old village chief up and said, "Village Chief, we are here to say goodbye. If the drought happens again and there is a sycamore tree a hundred miles away, then you
Just send someone to chop it down!"
The old village chief couldn't help but nodded. At this moment, he couldn't express his feelings in words. He wanted to retain Chen Jinyuan and the other four, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back because he knew that even if he said it, Chen Jinyuan would
The others will not stay. These four people are not the same type of people as them.
Lin Yilian summoned Xiaoli, and the four of them jumped up and climbed onto Xiaoli's back. Chen Jinyuan bowed his hands to everyone, "Everyone, the green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. We will meet again later!"
The little raccoon roared, lit a fire with its four hooves, and flew away. Everyone waved goodbye and watched Chen Jinyuan and others leave. Everyone's eyes were full of reluctance and yearning. Their experiences in these days were enough for them to make up a story.
Passed down from generation to generation.
Five days later.
"Sister Lian, where are we?" Man Ling'er and Lin Yilian came together, looking at the clouds rolling and relaxing under their feet, they couldn't help but ask her the question she had been asked most these days.
Since Lin Yilian was taken over by Chen Jinyuan that day, she did not have a much closer relationship with Chen Jinyuan than she imagined. Instead, she avoided Chen Jinyuan everywhere. She spent most of the time sitting with Man Ling'er, talking about her daughter's family to kill time.
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Hearing Man Ling'er's question, Lin Yilian helplessly looked at the ground under her feet and said, "We have already left Zhongzhou, and we should be in Qingzhou now!"
"Qingzhou?" Upon hearing this, Man Ling'er felt that the name was very familiar. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly woke up and said, "Hey, Brother Chen, haven't you always said that you are Qingzhou Chen Jinyuan? Is this Qingzhou?"
When Chen Jinyuan heard Lin Yilian talking about Qingzhou, he turned his attention and leaned over to take a look, "It should be here. Did you see those two mountains? If I remember correctly, it is Nipple Mountain.
Bar!"
Laifu covered his mouth and snickered when he heard this, while Man Ling'er and Lin Yilian both blushed, and Lin Yilian couldn't help but spat at Chen Jinyuan. (To be continued...)
