Wang Foer looked helpless. For some reason, few monks in Dalanta Temple looked at him as children. He was actually in his twenties and naturally became accustomed to this way of communication.

But Xingxue was not as respectful as the monks in Landa Temple. He rubbed Wang Foer's head hard and whispered: "When my grandfather was here just now, why didn't you say this when he left now, you will meet the head of the village!"

Wang Foer almost fell into trouble and thought to himself: "If the old man Cang had wanted to talk to me, he would have spoken long ago. Do you think I really am a child?"

He curled his lips and was about to speak up Xingxue, but he smiled and said, "Sister takes you to a fun place as apologizing for us!" Wang Foer couldn't help but follow him.

This strange village is located in a valley. The scenery is faintly south of the valley. There is a reclaimed field. When the king of Buddha flew from the sky, he glanced at the dragon eagle. From the size of the field, it can be roughly estimated that the population here should be about 10,000.

Unlike other villages where people gather and live together, almost all the people here live scattered in the valley. It seems that every family keeps a certain distance.

Xingxuela, the king of Foer, happily walked through the village house and came to a nest house. He pointed to him and said, "This is built by my sister with her own hands and no one has come here!"

Listening to the soft and intimate voice, Wang Foer felt like he was dating with his beloved girl in a quiet and remote place. Xingxue returned to the village and became innocent again, but Wang Foer could not forget the charming scene when she took action to control her acupoints.

He jumped over and went to the nest house with Xingxue. Wang Foer had a similar dream when he was young in his previous life. However, although his body is still young, he is no longer young. I believe that places like motel hourly houses are more attractive to him.

However, Wang Fo'er is helpless now, even if he is allowed to move freely, he will not dare to leave the primitive forest like the Endless Forest. Once he gets lost, it is not fun. No one will lead him to find the way back to Daleiyin Temple.

It takes only a while for the Dragon Eagle to fly to the village. He only needs thirty or fifty days to walk with his legs.

Xingxue was completely unaware of what Wang Foer was worried about, and he took out a green jade flute from where he put his legs outside the window of the nest house and started to whimper.

After listening to this classical instrument, Wang Foer sat cross-legged on the bed of the nest house and began his daily practice. After seven or eight years of his true energy, he found Xingxue's pretty face was pressing against him very close to him.

"Little monk, you really work hard, no wonder you have such high skills as my brother Yan. He always wants to be the number one swordsman in the world and ignore everything except practicing martial arts every day."

Wang Foer smiled bitterly and said, "Don't say when the world's number one swordsman can have the ability to save his life. I am content. Every time I feel that I have made some progress, I will find that the enemies I face will become stronger!"

Xingxue chuckled and whispered: "Do you want to become very powerful all of a sudden? There is a very ancient legend in our village! As long as you can understand the sword technique on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village, you will be invincible in the world immediately!"

Seeing that Wang Foer didn't believe it, Xingxue kicked her feet and looked at the entrance of the village and said, "Our village was built by two ancestors, the Yan family of our Xing family and Uncle Yan. Our swordsmanship and the sword techniques of the Yan family are engraved on two stone tablets at the entrance of the village. It can be learned by anyone in the village. Do you want to go and take a look?"

"Xing Family? Yan Family?"

Wang Foer was shocked and remembered his magic weapon Beidou and said in an incredible tone: "Can your ancestors be descendants of Dao Wang Xingyiyu back then?"

Xingxue smiled slightly and said proudly: "That's right, didn't you expect you to have some knowledge of little monk? You actually know that my grandfather. The ancestors of the Yan family are Yan Chidan, the sword immortal who is as famous as my grandfather!"

Wang Foer smiled and felt a little embarrassed. He knew that Xing Yiyu was because of Beidou. As for who Yan Chidan was, he had no impression of him at all. Such ancient people who had been around for hundreds of years were extremely unfamiliar with him, a time traveler.

Xingxue put down the green jade hole flute in her hand and said to Wang Foer: "I don't want to pay attention to others asking me to play the flute today. You don't even appreciate it when you blow the little monk. If you want me to take you to see the martial arts monuments of the two ancestors, you have to make me happy!"

Wang Foer's mind was very quick and immediately remembered a very ancient joke and said to Xingxue: "It's not easy for Sister to be happy, I'll just tell you something interesting."

Although Xingxue is smart, she has never been endless Lin Hai is very curious about things outside. Wang Foer said she wanted to tell her a story and Xingxue was immediately looking forward to the little monk.

Wang Foer coughed and said in a very stable voice: "A long time ago, there was a toad Taoist on a high mountain practicing. One day, the toad Taoist found that there was no water on the mountain and went down the mountain to fetch water. There was a very magnificent river at the foot of the mountain. Every time he fetched water in the river. This time he suddenly thought to himself: 'I always drink the water downstream and I wonder if the water upstream is sweeter?'"

Xingxue was in a daze and hurriedly urged: "What? What happened?"

Wang Foer's eyes flashed with a rather strange look and continued, "Then the toad Taoist carried the bucket and walked upstream for a few miles. He saw an elderly woman washing clothes and thought: 'The water is still dirty here, I'll walk up a little more.' Then he walked up a few miles and saw a middle-aged woman washing vegetables and thought: 'It's still a little bit unclean enough here.' Then he walked up a few miles..."
Chapter completed!