Xue Pingshan took the orphan and widower who had been expelled from Baina Village under the tree, and planned to go to the Golden Flower Empress Temple in the village.

"Brother Xue, please do what you can. There are some things we can't control."

Ji Wutong, who had not spoken for a long time, opened his eyes and looked from a distance. What he did not dare to look at was the mother and son, and the suffering in the world.

"You stay here, I'll go."

Xue Pingshan replied lightly. He wanted to go in and find out. He was sure that the person inside the Golden Flower Empress Temple was definitely not the rightful owner.

"Not to mention me, our place is only 800 meters away from the Empress Temple, but you didn't feel anything unusual just now. Even the boundary markers in the village were normal."

Ji Wutong held the arrow in his hand tightly. It was obvious that the man in the temple was stronger than Xue Pingshan.

Xue Pingshan, who was about to get up, stopped and looked back at Ji Wutong. This little brother suddenly gave him a strange feeling.

"It's broad daylight now. If you go in from the sky, you will be clearly seen by the people in the village. But the immortal cultivators in the village can keep us here without the help of the man in the temple."

Ji Wutong stood up and walked to the river with his bow. After eating Yanlang meat last night, he didn't eat a serious meal.

If Ji Wutong is not good at anything else, fishing is probably his most familiar skill over the years. Three arrows hit the water, and the fish in the river turn up their bellies.

The mountainside in the distance is covered with a layer of mist, the smoke from the cooking houses by the river is getting thicker, and the lights are gradually reflected on the river.

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, the smell of fish fills your nostrils.

"The grilled fish is not as good as Mr. Jiang's."

Ji Wutong smiled helplessly, placed a fish in front of the mother, and handed a fish to Xue Pingshan.

"I have encountered this before. When they went to the temple in the town to worship immortals, people always laughed at our family for being dishonest and buying low-quality incense that would burn before it was fully burned."

Ji Wutong took a bite of fish, and the firelight flickered on his face, which was still slightly visible.

"Hey, no wonder you can't enter the orthodox immortal sect. It turns out that you are not sincere."

Xue Pingshan made a rare joke, saying that he is a warm-hearted person and always wants to take care of injustices.

"The true immortals of Kunlun Penglai would really leave this orphan and widowed mother homeless for the sake of mere incense? Ridiculous!"

Xue Pingshan sighed, even though he had left the Confucian Immortal Sect long ago, the benevolence and righteousness would always be engraved in his bones.

The few cultivators in this village were too pedantic and did not investigate clearly, so they just settled the matter hastily.

But then I thought about it, I had been wandering around in the mountains and wilderness all year round, and I almost got a blind eye, not to mention a few immortals in the village.

"If a Taoist immortal sect encounters this fish, they will definitely say that encountering it is fate. This is the way of heaven. When a Legalist encounters this fish, he will definitely check the laws and regulations to see whether fishing can be fished in the river and whether it is legal. Confucianists encounter this fish.

A fish will first thank his parents for giving birth to him, and secondly thank his teacher for his guidance, so that he can catch this fish. If a soldier encounters this fish, he will definitely be happy. This fish can not only serve as food for the soldiers, but also analyze the upstream and downstream water quality through the fish species.

"

Ji Wutong talked a lot, and the grilled fish in front of him was steaming hot, so he took another bite.

"Hey, no wonder you can't enter the orthodox immortal sect. It turns out that your heart is not right."

Xue Pingshan just thought it was ridiculous. This was a fairy boy who had just come out of the Confucian school. He was full of unreasonable comments.

"They are just like the fish in our hands. They can make themselves live well. Who cares about how the fish feels?"

Ji Wutong lowered his head as he spoke. Each family has its own way of eating, and each family has its own way of handling it. No one cares about the life or death of a fish.

The Confucian immortals in the village just chose to expel the mother and son and save the entire village, which was the greatest kindness.

"It's late at night, come with me to take a look?"

Xue Pingshan's eyes were shining. He wanted to go in. He thought it was very interesting.

Some people feel fear because of the unknown, but some people feel excited because of the unknown.

Ji Wutong glanced at the mother and son sitting not far away and hesitated for a long time.

The child in her arms had already fallen asleep after having a full stomach. The mother looked blankly towards the entrance of the village.

She didn't know where to go after leaving the village. This was her only home in the morning, but before it got dark, it became a cold and indifferent place thousands of miles away from her.

Ji Wutong was frightened by the lotus seeds, and there would never be another old man Jiang to rescue him.

After thinking for a long time, Ji Wutong nodded and muttered: Just worship God in your heart, why do you need three sticks of rotten incense!

Xue Pingshan heard this soliloquy so clearly that he laughed twice.

Ji Wutong smiled after saying this. If he had said this before, not only would he have been beaten by his father, but he might also have been made to kneel down by the teachers in the school.

Ji Wutong and Xue Pingshan had just stood up when several strong auras fell from the other side of the river. It looked like there were quite a few people there.

"It's Confucian Jiuren Academy!"

Xue Pingshan squinted his eyes and gradually saw the faces of the people by the river. In front of him were four immortals who were at the highest level of hearing the Tao, one level higher than himself.

The next four are the two immortals in the Asakusa realm and the two immortals in the Huaxin realm.

With a total of eight people gathered, the formation was quite large.

Ji Wutong looked at these people. He didn't know much about Jiu Ren Academy.

But the powerful aura of these people can be clearly felt from a hundred steps away.

Xue Pingshan of the Huaxin Realm can go head-to-head with the Five Pill Soldiers. One can imagine how powerful the four immortals of the Wendao Realm are.

The Confucian Jiu Ren Academy also practices swordsmanship. But the difference is that they use soft swords.

The sword is folded up like silk and satin, and the sword drawn out is like a swimming dragon.

Their soft swords are all hidden in their belts. The most obvious one is the jade belt hook on the belt, which is often the hilt of the sword.

A gentleman wears weapons without showing off his edge.

This is why Xue Pingshan can identify them at a glance. The color of their belts and the patterns on them are different, and even the hilts of their swords have their own styles.

The Immortal from the Wen Dao Realm walking in the front was wearing white clothes and a green belt around his waist. The green belt was embroidered with hundreds of herbs.

This immortal looks to be only two or three years older than Ji Wutong. Not to mention his delicate and fair appearance, the sharp clear energy between his eyebrows makes people feel very attractive.

Ji Wutong watched the immortal come slowly. No wonder he was always called stupid by Old Man Jiang. If he was given another two or three years, it would be difficult for him to reach the highest realm of the immortal.

"I'm at Meng Xuan of Jiu Ren Academy. Do you dare to ask the immortal?"

Meng Xuan walked up to Xue Pingshan, glanced at the orphan and widower sitting by the tree, and cupped his hands with a smile on his face.

When asking Xue Pingshan his name, he still nodded and smiled at Ji Wutong.

"Xue Pingshan, Wanlang City."

Xue Pingshan smiled and returned the greeting.

The immortals from Jiu Ren Academy by the river did not come forward, but went directly into the village.

"Brother Xue, this is..."

Meng Xuan looked at the mother and son under the tree, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Xue Pingshan sighed and explained what he had just seen in the village and the reason why the mother and son were expelled from the village.

Meng Xuan shook his head after hearing this. They came from Qin'an City in the east.

It turns out that the major immortal mansions discovered differences in the boundary monuments yesterday, and Jiu Ren Academy in Qin'an City sent them to repair the boundary monuments along the way and clear away monsters and mountain spirits along the way.

"You haven't asked this little brother his name yet?"

After asking about the reason, Meng Xuan looked at the big bow behind Ji Wutong with great interest. Those who practice bow have always been Confucian and immortals, but it is rare these years.

"Renhe Town, Ji Wutong."

Ji Wutong immediately bowed his hands and bowed. Not to mention that Meng Xuan was a Taoist immortal, but the elegance in his gestures made Ji Wutong admire him.

Liu Xianshi, who still remembered the benefits his father had given him, would not even look at Ji Wutong squarely when he met him.

"Xianshi Meng, have you ever passed by Renhe Town...my parents are still in the town."

Ji Wutong was worried about his parents and was afraid that asking too many questions would make him appear rude.

"Brother Ji, don't worry. The three main roads in Renhe Town have been arranged by my junior sister, and Dean Zhang of Shenxing Academy is in the town. It's okay!"
Chapter completed!