"Auntie, I want to watch Huohuo!"
Mo Yinge was originally meditating cross-legged, but was woken up by a little boy tugging at the corner of his clothes.
A round-faced little boy with a towering hairpin was looking at her expectantly. He was Dashan's son - Xiaoshan.
"Okay, okay, I'll show it to you."
Mo Yingge sighed softly. She was only twenty years old, why was she called aunt?
But after looking at Gua Wazi, who is only five years old, eh, after a difference of fifteen years, it doesn’t seem too outrageous for her to be called aunt.
That's not outrageous! ! !
(へ╮)
With a slight snap of his fingers, a small flame suddenly appeared on Mo Yingge's fingertips, swaying slightly in the wind, like a beauty dancing.
"Wow~"
The little one exclaimed. He didn't understand metaphors, but he was already five years old and knew that the most revered thing in the clan was the flame. This reverence passed down from generation to generation has long been engraved in their bones and integrated into their blood.
Xiao Shan stared at the big black eyes and squatted on the ground, holding his round face with his small hands, looking straight at the small cluster of flames.
Mo Yingge likes children very much. They are simple and pure, like a piece of white paper. No matter what color they will be dyed in the future, they are just elves before the world.
Whether he is naughty or well-behaved, he will only make people feel cute.
Although Xiaoshan was not as cute and glamorous as the children she had seen in the city, his face and body even had dust on them, and he occasionally had runny noses.
But his eyes were so clear, Mo Yinge had never seen eyes like this before.
"Have you seen enough, little one?"
Mo Yingge rubbed his fingertips, and the flames went out. Xiao Shan's expression suddenly changed, aggrieved, as if Mo Yingge had done something bad to bully a child.
"Auntie, I want to hear a story!"
The people in the mountains may be closed and independent, but they are not ignorant. Xiaoshan was taught by his father not to trouble others all the time, so although he still wanted to see the flames, he changed his request.
"Okay, but you have to call me sister first."
Mo Yinge stretched out his hand and pulled Xiaoshan's round face, which was soft and full of flesh.
"Bubite, Baba is going to call auntie!"
"Snapped!"
When Mo Yingge heard this, he was stunned and couldn't help but roll his eyes. That Dashan didn't do good things, so he treated his savior like this?
It really touched the girl!
Mo Yingge leaned on the big rock and climbed up the hill. He listened to her tell stories about the outside world, including cars, airplanes, high-rise buildings, desert sand, and endless oceans...
Unknowingly, the seeds of desire have been planted, waiting to take root, sprout, and thrive in the future.
The whole village is actually very big.
This is the conclusion Mo Yingge came to after walking through.
It is said to be a village, but in fact it is a small city in the mountains.
Early in the morning, the hard-working Dashan couple started working. Magicians also need to eat. Dashan is just a junior magician. It is impossible for him to go out to hunt monsters to make a living. And he probably has no future in magic in this life.
However, after awakening the wind magic, he usually got a job as a mountain patrol, and he could also get some support from the village.
This was also the reason why he bumped into Mo Yingge at that time.
The Dashan couple’s faces were filled with smiles because the annual Fire Festival was about to begin.
But Mo Yinge was not at his house. She was invited by the old doctor, the priest in the village, to understand the situation.
"I came out of the tunnel dug by the pangolin beast. I didn't know that I used fire magic at that time, so I had a misunderstanding with Dashan. It can be regarded as a coincidence." Mo Yingge said.
"We call the pangolin Waba here. We must deal with it where you mentioned. We can't let the danger get close to the village."
The old priest was tall and majestic. He held a long black staff and spoke loudly.
"Indeed, fortunately, the pangolins only dug here and did not come out to threaten the village. However, they do not dare to appear for the time being. There was an accident before and hundreds of pangolins died." Mo Yinge said vaguely. For a moment, make them feel at ease.
"That's good." The old priest's eyes moved slightly.
"I don't know when you will have people coming out of the mountain. Can you take me out? You can't be found on the map."
Mo Yingge smiled bitterly and said that she came to the priest to ask for something. This village is not even on the map. Who knows how to get back.
“We don’t have much contact with the outside world, but occasionally people visit us, and just like you, there are also unexpected visits.
Originally, there were traveling merchants who were supposed to come over to participate in our Fire Festival in the past few days and bring us some things, but they didn't come this year, so now you are the only outsider in the village. "
The old priest said slowly that he had not gone out for many years. The changes in the outside world that he knew were all learned from accidental victims like Mo Yingge and the annual travelers.
They are located deep in the Shiwan Mountains, with demons and dangers everywhere along the way, but in order to make money, those people can survive any crisis.
But this year I missed the date.
Although the village can still live without them, the lack of information still casts a shadow on the old priest's heart. What happened to completely cut off communication.
When things go wrong, there must be a demon!
At his age, he has seen too many things. There are so many accidents in the world. Natural disasters are rare, but man-made disasters are always there.
"Then I have to go out by myself?"
Mo Yingge frowned. She was not a road addict, but there was no reference in this place. How could she find the way? She could only look in the general direction and try to go back.
This is a bit difficult!
"You have saved Dashan. Naturally, our village will not ignore it. I will send someone to give you a ride. Then you can look further west and climb a few mountains. There will be an outpost there. Once you get there, you can find your way back. The way." The old priest was still very reliable and pointed out a way for Mo Yingge.
"But you have to wait until we finish the Fire Festival tomorrow before we send you out. The Fire Festival requires everyone."
"No hurry, no rush, I like it here very much, so can I also participate in the Fire Festival?"
Mo Yingge waved her hand, she really liked it here, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and simple folk customs.
There is no special festival like the Fire Festival in the outside world. If you don't participate in it, it will be a regret in life.
"Of course, you are welcome to participate!"
The old priest laughed loudly, his voice rich and powerful.
"Master Priest." Someone shouted outside.
"If there is nothing else, I will resign first." Mo Yingge heard someone outside, so he asked the old priest to resign.
After Mo Yingge left, the old priest's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the aura he exuded directly overwhelmed the people who had just entered, but it only circulated in this small room.
He stared closely at the top bulge on the long staff in his hand, where there was an imperceptible golden light that was gradually dimming.
"Has God's chosen one finally appeared?"
"God bless our people!"
Wish book friends long and healthy life!
(End of chapter)
