Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Xu Yeyu and Qingma strolled through a meadow dotted with a few lonely trees that swayed gently in the breeze.

Xu Yeyu gazed into the distance. The scene before his eyes was a vast field of crops. Golden rice swayed in the wind, and the pumpkin vines were full of plump pumpkins.

Passing through the golden rice and beautiful pumpkin fields, Xu Yeyu and Qingma came to a small village where most of the houses were built of wood and mud.

Xu Yeyu noticed that Qingma had set up a formation around this small village and within a few kilometers outside the village.

This formation not only accelerates the growth of crops, but also has a certain protective function, guarding the safety of the village and its villagers.

Qingma brought Xu Yeyu to a wooden house and called out softly.

The old man walked out of the wooden house slowly. His face was full of vicissitudes of life, with wrinkles deeply carved on his forehead. He held a wooden stick in his hand and his posture was slightly hunched.

When the old man saw Qing Ma, his eyes suddenly brightened. The last time he saw Qing Ma was twenty years ago.

He looked at Xu Yeyu again, guessing that the man in front of him should be a monk, after all, he had a sword hanging around his waist.

"It's Xiaoqing. I haven't seen you for many years. Is this young man next to you your friend?"

Xu Yeyu didn't expect that in such a place there would be people calling himself "young hero". When he first became a cultivator, he went to such remote villages several times and everyone called him an immortal.

Qing Ma lowered his head slightly.

"Hello." Xu Yeyu greeted.

"No outsiders have come to this village for many years. In the past, many young people like you came to the village and challenged the immortal temple in order to get the water spirit pearl."

"Ever since that female hero passed away, the immortal temple outside the village collapsed, and no cultivators have come here anymore."

After listening to the old man's words, Xu Yeyu suddenly understood something.

Xia Xiaomo once said that the immortal temple was built by cultivators, and after their death, the immortal temple would collapse. The immortal temple that could obtain the Fire Spirit Pearl and the Water Spirit Pearl no longer existed.

Combined with what the old man said, the heroine who built the fairy temple of Shui Lingzhu should be the female ghost resting in the sea of ​​flowers.

Xu Yeyu asked curiously: "Old man, do you know what the relationship is between that female knight and this green horse?"

"That female warrior and Xiaoqing were friends. This is a tradition passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors. If you are interested, I can tell you about the past."

Xu Yeyu nodded. He was indeed interested in this matter.

"Old man, please speak."

"Our village has been protected by that female hero and Xiaoqing since two hundred years ago. Once our village was attacked by a demon beast. It set fire everywhere in the village, and the whole village was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire."

"When the villagers were panicking and thought that everyone was going to be killed by the monster, the female hero and Xiaoqing appeared. The female hero killed the monster and helped our ancestors rebuild their house."

"In order to thank the female hero and Xiaoqing, our ancestors built statues of the female hero and Xiaoqing outside the village."

The old man paused, as if recalling the past.

"That female warrior just wanted to find a place to build a fairy temple, so she asked our ancestors if they could build a fairy temple outside the village. The ancestors must have agreed. They would go to the fairy temple to worship every month until my great-grandfather's generation, when the fairy temple collapsed."

"Our ancestors said that the collapse of the fairy temple meant that the heroine had passed away. The heroine and Xiaoqing would come to this village every ten or twenty years. After the fairy temple collapsed, only Xiaoqing came."

The name Xiaoqing has been passed down from generation to generation, and the heroine asked them to call her that.

Xu Yeyu finally understood why the green horse was so close to him. It might be because the female hero that the old man mentioned was in the sea of ​​flowers in his body.

"Old man, can you take me to see the statue of the female hero and the green horse?" Xu Yeyu asked.

He wanted to confirm whether the female hero the old man was talking about was the female ghost.

The old man smiled and said, "Of course, please follow me."

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Outside the village, there are two statues, one of a woman and the other of a green horse.

The two statues were affected by the Qingma Formation and have gone through hundreds of years of wind, frost, rain and snow, but they still retain their original appearance without any signs of damage or tilt, except that the statues are covered with a thin layer of leaves and dust.

Xu Yeyu came to the statue and looked at the woman in the statue. It was indeed the female ghost. They looked exactly the same.

An old man beside him said softly, "Since the construction of these two statues, villagers have come to clean the dust and leaves every month. In the past, our ancestors would place morning glories in front of the statue of the woman, saying that she loved morning glories very much."

The old man shook his head and continued, "I don't know why, but since my father's generation, morning glory has never been seen around the village."

Xu Yeyu raised his head. He was looking for morning glory. Just as the old man said, there was no morning glory in the area near the village.

The flowers in the sea of ​​flowers in his body can also be taken out, just like the petal that Xiao Lan gave him before, but there is no morning glory in the sea of ​​flowers.

So he looked further away and finally found the morning glory.

"Wait here for me, I'll be back soon."

The old man watched Xu Yeyu fly away on his sword until he could no longer see him, then turned his head and looked at Qingma.

It was lowering its head, and the old man knew that it was checking and repairing the formation. It came to this village to do this every ten or twenty years, and has been doing this from hundreds of years ago to the present.

The villagers regard this green horse as the guardian animal of the village. The old man has seen this green horse since he was a child. When he first saw it, he thought it was a little scary because it was different from ordinary horses and had a horn on its head.

But I learned from my father that this green horse will not only not harm us, but it will even set up a formation to protect this small village. The reason why the crops in the fields can grow so lush is also because of the influence of the formation.

After an incense stick of time, Xu Yeyu returned to the statue holding four colors of morning glory in his hand.

There are lavender, pink, light blue and white morning glories.

He tied the morning glories of different colors together with a small string, walked to the statue of the heroine, and gently placed the bunch of morning glories under the statue.

Xu Yeyu turned his head and looked at the old man, who took out a small bag from his arms.

"Here are the seeds of morning glory. You can find a suitable place to plant these seeds. Then you can use the morning glory to worship the heroine in the future."

The old man took the small bag handed to him by Xu Yeyu. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him also brought back some morning glory seeds for them.

"Thank you, young man. I will ask the villagers to plant these seeds in different places."

Xu Yeyu sat down and his consciousness entered the sea of ​​flowers. He crossed the sea of ​​flowers and came in front of Xiao Lan.

He took out ten morning glories, tied them together with a rope, and placed them in front of Xiaolan.

"Xiao Lan, can I plant some morning glories here?" Xu Yeyu asked Xiao Lan.

[Sure, plant it next to me.]

While Xu Yeyu was digging a hole with Bixia, he said to himself, "I heard that you like morning glory. I got some morning glory seeds. They will be very beautiful when they grow up."

He planted the morning glory and turned away.

A breeze blew across the sea of ​​flowers, petals scattered everywhere, and the flowers swayed, emitting bursts of fragrance that spread in the air.

Before Xu Yeyu left, he seemed to hear someone say, "Thank you."

Maybe this is an illusion, he thought.