When Fan Yi raised his sword and brought it down, a one-horned black-scaled python that had a hundred years of cultivation but failed to transform into a human form crashed onto the ground.
For two consecutive days.
Rather than tangle in the deep mountains and forests, Fan Yi waited until tonight to kill this hybrid beast, which was a lot of work and effort.
Fan Yi held a long sword, broke open the hybrid beast's head, put a dark spiritual crystal into the square inch tiger card, and then peeled off the python skin and put it into the storage waist card.
This time, he relied on his rudimentary swordsmanship and strong physique to kill the hybrid beast, so it took a lot of time.
After everything was packed up, Fan Yi continued to move out of the dense forest.
Just by the moonlight.
Fan Yi came to the bank of a wide river.
The rolling river water is dark red.
That's because the upper reaches of this wide river are a whole field of soft sand, and every time clear water flows through it, the sand is wrapped around it.
Fan Yi glanced at the river and found no ferry boat, so he could only use Colorful Wings to fly to the other side.
Just when it was time to leave.
A little boy and an old man in his seventies walked out of the dense forest.
The little boy was lively and innocent, and he just wanted to eat meat.
The old man was hunched over, holding the little boy's hand with one hand, and leaning on a cane with the other.
As he walked, he coughed softly.
The little boy is about eight or nine years old, slightly fat, with a round face and wearing a green fur coat.
Although there is no heavy snow and ice in the spring, we have to be prepared for the late spring cold. The only thing that can kill people is the transition period between winter and spring.
The old man on crutches stopped and touched the little boy's head.
He said in a kind tone:
"When you cross the river later, grandpa will buy you candied haws."
The little boy in fur coat reached out and pushed away the big hand of the old man on crutches, and said angrily:
"Grandpa is lying to me again! The uncle selling candied haws on a stick never comes out at night."
The old man laughed and said:
"The kid is excited."
Fan Yi looked at the grandfather and grandson and frowned.
Not to mention that the jungle is extremely dangerous and the journey is not easy, how could we meet these grandfather and grandson.
Fan Yi sent a message to the Tianling Seal, asking him to release the power of his soul to sense something. He wanted to see whether the grandfather and grandson were humans or monsters?
Unexpectedly, Tianlingyin only replied:
"people."
Nothing more was said after that.
The old man on a crutch also saw the young man with a long sword across his body, and his eyes suddenly became alert.
Fan Yi turned around and continued to look at the river.
The old man on crutches took the little boy to the river bank.
After the little boy saw Fan Yi, he just hid behind the old man.
The old man on crutches took out a dark round object from his pocket and put it under his lips.
Suddenly, a clear and loud whistle sounded, the sound was distant and harsh.
Fan Yi was also attracted and turned his head to look over.
The old man on crutches put away his belongings and smiled at Fan Yi, looking calmly at the other side of the river bank.
I saw a little red light on the other side of the river. It turned out to be a red candle lantern.
The shimmer first drew a circle in the air, and then the shimmer was fixed in mid-air.
Not long after, a awning boat came slowly from the other side of the river.
A young couple stood on the boat.
At the stern of the boat was a burly middle-aged man, using a bamboo pole to paddle the river, getting closer and closer to this side.
The couple seemed to be cultivators. When they were three feet away from the river bank, they jumped to the bank.
The woman hurriedly stepped forward and shouted nervously:
"Father."
Then he pulled the little boy to him again, held the child in his arms, and asked:
"Zhou'er, mother is here to pick you up!"
The little boy answered with a cry:
"Mom, I miss you!"
The woman hugged the child tightly, while the man on the side was already supporting the old man and said:
"Father, I have made you suffer!"
The old man on a crutch laughed and said:
"It's okay, it's okay. The most important thing is to be reunited. Is everything settled?"
The man's eyes became wet and he said:
"Father, don't worry."
When the old man heard that the matter seemed to have not been settled yet, he stood up and asked:
"Why didn't it go well?"
The man immediately smiled and said:
"Go well, you and Zhi'er won't have to hide when you return home this time."
The old man didn't seem to believe his son's words, so he banged his crutch on the ground and said:
"Let's go home first!"
This family seemed to have not seen each other for a long time, so they only focused on greetings and completely forgot about Fan Yi's existence.
The burly man docked the awning boat and said:
"You can get on the boat."
The man helped the old man walk to the side of the boat and looked at Fan Yi casually.
He then turned around and helped the old man onto the boat.
The little boy was held by the woman and walked towards the awning boat.
The little boy said softly:
"Mom, that big brother seems to be crossing the river too."
The woman whispered:
"Ignore him and get on the boat first."
Fan Yi had excellent ears and could hear the conversation of the four people clearly, but he still looked towards the river.
He just waited for the ship to sail far away and then used his colorful wings to fly over.
Unexpectedly, the old man who was about to get into the awning stopped, looked back at Fan Yi, and said:
"Brother, you want to cross the river, why don't you come with us?"
Fan Yi smiled and waved his hand and said:
"Thank you, old man. I have a way to cross the river."
When the old man heard this, he didn't quite believe it, so he said:
"At this time, there won't be any more sailing boats coming to collect customers. If you want to cross the river, just come with us."
Fan Yi smiled and said:
"It's really not necessary, I can cross the river."
Both the man and the woman frowned and looked at Fan Yi.
Just the night.
The man saw Fan Yi's outfit clearly and whispered to his father:
"He may be from Wuzong, let's not provoke him."
Just saying.
The old man felt a little regretful and got directly into the awning boat.
This made Fan Yi a little confused.
Why did the old man not hesitate at all when he heard that he was from Wuzong?
The awning boat speeded up and headed towards the other side.
But the figure of the man on the bow of the boat stood upright, as if he was wary of something?
When Fan Yi saw the boat disappearing into the night, he didn't hesitate anymore. He immediately formed colorful flying wings and jumped into the sky, flying to the other side of the river.
Across the river is a woodland.
It only took Fan Yi half a stick of incense to walk through, and then a small town appeared in front of him.
The town was brightly lit, with people coming and going, and it was extremely lively.
Fan Yi thought about going to a small town to stay overnight, waiting for dawn before he was on his way.
He quickened his pace and walked towards the entrance of the town.
This town is a bit prosperous. Every house is made of blue bricks and blue tiles. It is not like an ordinary town that still retains mud and thatched houses.
Fan Yi recalled the road map, which did not show the existence of such a small town.
Fan Yi was confused as he walked on the streets of the small town. Perhaps it was because the route map only marked the large and small cities and did not draw them in detail.
The doors of every house in the town are wide open, and two red candle lanterns hang high under the door eaves, resembling a pair of eyes.
Pedestrians on the road are also wearing brocade clothes and looking proud.
Fan Yi found an inn and saw not many people drinking there.
He went to the innkeeper and asked for a superior room.
It was late at night.
The town fell completely silent.
