The Dream Master

The wounds on the girl's body have been simply bandaged, her face looks very pale, but her eyes are still bright, different from the others around her.

"Although fellow Daoists helped us repel these beasts, it is hard to guarantee that new monsters will not attack again. Brother Qingniu, you lead everyone to repair the gate of the village, and...contain the corpses outside. , You and Aunt Luo, use the meat of those giant birds to cook meals for everyone. We haven't eaten meat for a long time, and the rest is pickled." The girl turned her head and said.

"Okay." The dark man who asked the question earlier responded cleanly.

"Yingluo, don't worry, leave it to us." Two women in their 30s and 40s wiped their faces and said quickly.

Shen Luo saw that this woman was clearly injured, but the smile on her face was not diminished, and it was obviously not the kind of strong smile, but the sincere smile from the heart. It looked quite bright and moving, and it was impressive. I felt refreshed.

Under her infection, the villagers' crying ceased quickly, and they dispersed one after another to help clean up the messy village.

"This fellow Taoist, please come with me." Yingluo turned around and said crisply.

Shen Luo nodded slightly, followed the girl, and walked slowly through the crowd.

"You are really a god on Fangcun Mountain. Why are you here now? Why wait until my husband and son are dead?" When they came to the front, a haggard middle-aged woman leaning against the door suddenly spoke. Asked in a questioning tone.

As soon as Shen Luo stopped, he subconsciously wanted to clarify, but saw Yingluo winking at him secretly, and swallowed the words to his lips.

"Of course fellow Daoist came from Fangcun, otherwise how can we save us from fire and water in such a crisis?" Yingluo said, looking at the middle-aged woman.

"It's really a fairy from Fang Cunshan..." When everyone heard this, someone immediately shouted.

"Great, it's really a fairy on Fangcun Mountain..."

"Now it's saved!"

Others also became happy.

Shen Luo frowned slightly, wondering whether he was a Fangcunshan monk, and what was the difference to these people?

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a cold gaze, and quickly looked into the Zhaimen, he saw the old white-haired woman who had spared his life to protect the children was standing inside, staring at him indifferently. Look, there doesn't seem to be the joy of other people at all.

A dozen or so eight or nine-year-old children followed him, all of them poking their heads timidly, looking at the sinking.

The old woman's eyes were sunken, her eyes were dull, and she was uncomfortable looking down.

Yingruo also noticed Shen Luo's gaze, and also looked towards Zhaimen. Then Shen Luo saw that the old woman's gaze stayed on Yingluo for a while, as if he had exchanged some glances, he took it without saying a word. The children left.

Shen Luo followed Yingluo through the gate and entered the village, feeling desolate.

The houses in the village are dense and scattered. Most of the houses near the gate of the village have collapsed. The piles of broken soil walls are covered with black moss, and the broken window edges can be seen vaguely with white paper. trace.

A gust of wind blew the dust, and the little grass on the roof flew into the air.

Shen Luo waved his hand, drove away the dust that floated in front of him, and followed Yingluo towards the village with one foot shallow and one deep.

Yingluo hadn't said a word, and Shen Luo couldn't speak easily. He scanned the whole village.

Along the way, there were few trees and green plants on the side of the road. Most of the trees I saw were dead elm and willow trees. The bark was stripped away, leaving only the bare trunks with twisted branches standing aside.

After the "hustle and bustle" at Fangcai Village's entrance, the village returned to silence. Only the low wind and the intermittent sobbing from nowhere were left around. The atmosphere was very depressing.

The two went around a collapsed house,

"Chen Guanbao." Yingluo also found someone following and called out.

Then, a little boy in a shabby blue shirt walked over with a somewhat restrained expression.

Shen Luo had some impression of the handsome boy in front of him. He seemed to be standing next to the old woman before.

"Sister Ying." The handsome boy hid his hands behind him, walked to Yingluo's side, and whispered.

"Chen Guanbao, what are you doing with you?" Yingluo asked softly.

Hearing this, the delicate boy raised his head to look at Shen Luo, and paused slightly, as if to cheer himself up, before he said to Shen Luo, "Brother God, can you teach me to learn spells? I want to be with sister Ying too. Fight against monsters and defend the village!"

Shen Luo was a little moved when he heard the words, and looked at Chen Guanbao's face again.

He found that the boy looked thin, but his eyes were firm, and the gleam in his eyes was not found in many villagers.

It's just this question, Shen Luo couldn't answer, he didn't plan to stay here.

Yingluo seemed to see Shen's hesitation, raised his hand to rub the boy's head, and smiled:

"My elder sister knows that Chen Guanbao is brave, but you are too young to learn spells. We will talk about it when Chen Guanbao grows up."

"Sister Ying, I'm not young anymore. When the monsters came, I was protecting Tian Niu and the others." Chen Guanbao straightened his chest and said loudly.

"Okay, Chen Guanbao has grown up. But my sister and my fairy brother still have something to say, you go back first, Ma Ma can't find you in a while, so it's time to curse." Yingluo said with a smile.

Chen Guanbao immediately shrank his neck when she said that, before turning around and going back.

But soon, he turned around again, took out a crumpled wild fruit from behind, and handed it over.

Shen Luo was a little surprised when he saw this.

Because the direction that Ye Guo gave was not Yingluo, but him.

"Is it for me?" Shen Luo asked.

"Thank you, Brother Shenxian, for saving Sister Ying and saving us." Chen Guan nodded with care.

Shen Luo took the wild fruit, and Chen Guanbao turned around and ran away quickly.

He looked at the little figure, not knowing why his heart was warm, and there was a smile on his face.

Yingluo looked in his eyes, his eyebrows moved slightly, and then took a look at Shen Luo, then turned and continued to walk forward.

Shen Luo stuffed the wild fruit into his arms and followed.

She led Shen Luo further away, and finally entered a bamboo house.

"Who is Fellow Daoist? Why did he suddenly appear in our Longevity Village?" As soon as he entered the house, Yingluo closed the door and suddenly asked with a solemn face.

"Didn't you tell the villagers that I am a cultivator from Fangcun Mountain?" Shen Luo raised his brows slightly, a little displeased.

"The Daoist is kind to me. It shouldn't be so rude, but the situation is special right now. Please don't hide it from the Daoist." Yingluo said with a slightly complicated expression in his eyes.