The valley is remote, yet peaceful and peaceful.

Chickens and dogs hear each other, and the people are honest and pure. Although there are only about thirty people, it is a simple and ancient style that is elegant and elegant.

A skinny old man in a linen robe was holding his precious pipe and lying on a bamboo rocking chair. White smoke spurted out from his few remaining yellow teeth.

The old face with goatee also showed a contented expression.

But a young girl in Ge Yi who was sitting next to him shook the old man's arm with disapproval.

"Great grandpa! Great grandpa!" The girl pouted, her big eyes blinked and blinked, and she looked very pitiful: "Great grandpa, my father is preaching to me again. I don't want to cultivate myself! I cross my legs every day.

Just sit there and sit there for the whole day! People want to go out to play in the valley, they want to play."

The old man blinked his dry eyes, turned his head and glanced at his great-granddaughter, and said with a cracked smile: "Then you can just go and say no to your father? Why do you come to me, an old man who is already half buried in the ground?"

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"Well, my father refused to obey! He even reprimanded me." The girl in Ge Yi frowned her delicate eyebrows, and her beautiful eyes reflected the beautiful mist in the smoke above the old man's head.

"So I went to Grandpa to reason with him. But Grandpa is also very strict. He is just as bad as Father!" At this point, the girl in Ge Yi puffed up her cheeks as if she was angry: "So

I just came to ask my great-grandfather~! Great-grandfather, just love your lovely great-granddaughter. She is so pitiful. Other people’s children can go and play, so why do I have to practice cultivation~~ No way.

~~~!”

The old man's arm was like a stick of wood, being shaken back and forth, and the bamboo rocking chair under his buttocks was shaking back and forth.

"Okay, okay! If you keep shaking it, you will tear my old bones apart!" The old man seemed to be unable to bear the girl's coquettishness, and he seemed to really dote on his precious great-granddaughter, and stretched out his hand.

A withered old hand wiped away the tears in the corner of the girl's eyes, and then hummed softly: "These two little bastards, they won't practice if they don't want to practice, but they still insist on forcing my precious great-granddaughter to practice! Such forced practice

, what should I do if I lose my temper during practice and become obsessed with it?”

As soon as these words came out, the girl's face suddenly showed a hint of joy, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, and she chuckled: "That's great, Grandpa, you really love me the most!"

"Okay! You go out to play today as well. However, you must not delay your cultivation." After the old man comforted the girl, a cautious look flashed on his face again, and then he slowly said: "After all, our family

We are able to stand in this mountain just because we still have a trace of the inheritance of the Taoism. If our descendants no longer have even a trace of spiritual power, our family will have no way to survive in the world of cultivation."

"Hehe, Ling'er knows!" the girl happily agreed, and then jumped away. Looking at her cheerful back, I don't know if she really listened to it, or just dealt with it.

After bidding farewell to her great-grandfather, the girl hugged her shoulders and happily returned to the extremely simple wooden house. Then, from a basket in the house, she picked up a cute little golden cat with a flapping tail.

puppy.

"Xiao Jin~ Be good, sister will take you out to play." The girl patted the puppy's head and put it on the ground.

Xiaojin barked twice, and then ran away like a whirlwind, heading straight to the mouth of the valley with ease.

However, as soon as the puppy reached the mouth of the valley, its ears stood up with a wary expression on its face, and it looked towards the narrow mouth of the valley. Soon, it started barking violently, with a loud and high-pitched voice, full of warning.

Meaning.

"Xiao Jin! You..." The girl in Ge Yi who followed was immediately startled. Before she could scold him, she discovered that three strange figures appeared in the sky at the mouth of the valley.

These three figures were full of spiritual power, their robes were bright, and their faces were very ferocious. One of the silver-robed monks actually showed a cruel smile after seeing the girl in Ge Yi.

"This...you are..." The girl was startled and stammered as she looked at the three people, obviously panicked.

Before the girl finished speaking, her eyes suddenly dimmed, and a short, thin, old figure appeared.

It was his great-grandfather, the patriarch of this weak family!

Immediately afterwards, several monks from the clan who had also cultivated the true spirit energy stood in front of her, including her father and grandfather.

The few tribesmen in the valley gradually gathered, and they all stood behind the girl with wary expressions.

Grandpa opened his old eyes and looked at the three figures in front of him again and again. His old face was full of surprise and uncertainty. After a while, he slowly said: "Three Taoist friends are here today, and the valley is full of flowers."

, I’m so lucky! I just don’t know what the three of you have learned. If you just rest for a while and are a guest in the valley, I will ask the tribesmen to cook the sheep, prepare tea and rice, and make sure the three Taoist friends are satisfied."

The three strange monks didn't seem to hear the old man's words. They just looked at the group of them. Finally, the silver-robed monk finally laughed out loud: "It's just as Liu expected, very good.

It is indeed a weak ant family. The old man with the highest cultivation level is at the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage. The rest are the two guys behind him, one is at the seventh level and the other is at the fifth level. The rest are only two.

, it’s only the third level, it can’t even cast basic spells, so it’s nothing to be afraid of.”

These words were spoken very openly and without any hidden meaning, and even the tribesmen opposite could hear them clearly.

The old man's complexion suddenly changed and turned pale. The tribesmen behind him all showed angry expressions on their faces and started shouting for a while.

The old man managed to adjust his breathing, forced himself to smile again, and said slowly: "Are these three Taoist friends joking? If you like some rare treasures in this valley and want to see them, we can discuss it.

!Although our clan is poor and despicable, we still have some spiritual stones and magic weapons. The three Taoist friends..."

"No need. It will take a little effort to kill you ants and then go get it again." The silver-robed monk said calmly.

"You!" The old man was obviously very angry when he heard this.

But before he could do anything, the golden puppy roared angrily and pounced on the silver-robed monk hanging in the air.

The silver-robed monk frowned slightly, then snorted coldly, flipped his right wrist lightly from behind, and then drew a silver blade forward like lightning, and rolled it from the little golden dog extremely fiercely.

And passed.

Blood splattered everywhere!
Chapter completed!