Master Qing Leng interprets it with his own body

Shen Yan thought for a moment, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the anxious look of the guy who was answering the question, so she suppressed her thoughts and asked, "Are you planning to return?"

The waiter hurriedly replied: "Young Pavilion Master, when we came out, the shopkeeper ordered us to go back with some medicinal materials. After arriving at the shore, the younger ones will get off the boat and rush to the branch here." "Alright, you have worked hard this trip. "Shen Yan took out a pouch from the storage ring and handed it to the other party, "Here are some spirit stones, which is my wish, please accept them."

"The master of the young pavilion has broken the little one!" The clerk waved his hands again and again, "This is what the little ones should do. If the shopkeeper knows that the little one took your spirit stone, he will definitely beat the little one to death!"

"Don't worry, you can pick it up at ease, and I will help you plead with the shopkeeper later."

The man carefully accepted it, thanked him again and again, and then took out a map made of parchment and presented it: "Young Pavilion Master, I have a map of Dongzhou here, maybe you can use it."

Shen Yan took the map, raised her lips and smiled: "Very good, thank you very much!"

While talking, the boat had already docked slowly, Shen Yan sent his staff to help, and opened the map at the bow of the boat to look at it.

There are still five or six days before the passenger ship that Han Han takes arrives at the port. It is not Shen Yan's style to wait at the pier. He stares at the map and scans it several times, and his eyes fall on the Purple Mist Forest that occupies the entire southern tip of Dongzhou.

He remembered that Shizun once took out an ancient sandalwood bracelet in the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan to order the descendants of the Ziwu Forest Monster Race. Take a look and see if you can find any useful clues.

After being escorted off by the guys, Shen Yan set foot on the land of Dongzhou Continent, waved goodbye to the people on board, and then headed straight to the south.

He summoned Fei'er after Yujian flew out of the pier, and flew non-stop for three or four hours, and finally arrived at the Purple Mist Forest.There are many monster clans here, and the headquarters of the Lingmu family, one of the four major families of demon cultivators, is here. According to legend, the sandalwood fairy who has lived for thousands of years is not only the demon king of the Purple Mist Forest, but also the head of the Lingmu family. patriarch.

Shen Yan asked Fei'er to land about ten miles away from the edge of the Purple Mist Forest.After landing, he patted Fei'er's sweaty wings, and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work this time", and fed her a handful of pills before taking her back into the spirit animal bag.

Now there are two spirit animal bags hanging around Shen Yan's waist, one containing Fei'er and the other containing the Fragrance Devouring Spirit Butterfly.He unconsciously stroked the rope buckles of the two spirit animal bags, and looked up at the boundless forest in front of him.

This huge group of trees formed a vast ocean on the land, spreading out in front of the eyes, and extending to the end of the line of sight.

The tall and dense trees are crowded together, blocking the light, and only a small dark space can be seen from the outside, and it is even more gloomy and dark inside, and from time to time, there are horrifying strange birds singing from the depths of the dense forest .

Few practitioners dare to directly break into the Purple Mist Forest.Just the small part of the outermost boundary that is dark and unclear, with the constant sound of terrifying owls, can make people understand that there are many dangers inside, and it is definitely not easy to step into.

Shen Yan felt that this place was more dangerous than Wan Yao Mountain.

He had no intention of wasting time on exploration, and after approaching the edge of the forest carefully, he raised his voice and shouted: "Is there anyone? Shen Yan at Yujian Gate in Lower Central Continent, I have something to visit Immortal Sandalwood."

The chirping of birds in the dense forest stopped for a moment, but no one came out for a long time.

Shen Yan repeated what she just said a few times, and after a long while, she finally saw a child running out jumping up and down.

This child is only as tall as Shen Yan's waist, with a pointed chin, but big, round eyes.Shen Yan speculated from the opponent's figure, appearance and movement habits that the opponent's original body was probably a monkey.

As soon as the child got close to Shen Yan, he yelled: "Hey! Brave boy, you dare to call the name of Sandalwood Immortal outside the Purple Mist Forest, who are you!"

Shen Yan didn't care about the child's rudeness, cupped his fists and said: "This little brother, this is Shen Yan from the Yujianmen of Zhongzhou, and I have something to visit Master Shanmuxian."

"Is my adult someone you can see if you want?" The child folded his arms and looked up at the sky.

"I have a token here, which is said to be a piece of material from the Dongzhou Wanyao Token. I wonder if you recognize it?" Shen Yan handed out her left hand, showing off the storage ring.

The child yelled, took a quick look at the ring, stepped back a few steps, stared and said, "How dare you take a ring as a token of ten thousand demons! I think you don't want to live!"

Shen Yan said helplessly: "Little brother, I didn't lie to you, why don't you take a closer look?"

The child hesitated and looked at it for a moment, then turned around immediately, as if the ring was burning his eyes.

His big and black pupils turned around a few times, and said, "Wait, I'll get someone to look at it! If you dare to lie to me, you won't be able to eat it!"

Shen Yan thought to herself that the Purple Mist Forest was so big, and the other party was just a little demon guarding the gate, so it was understandable that she didn't know the materials of the Wan Yao Token, so she nodded and agreed.

The child flew into the dense forest, and brought an adult who looked somewhat similar to him over in a short while.

That adult was very polite, he saluted Shen Yan, reported his family name as Yuan Xiangbei, and then moved closer to check the ring with Shen Yan's cooperation.

Yuan Xiangbei looked at it solemnly for a few breaths, then took a step back suddenly, bowed solemnly again, and said: "This is really the material of the Wan Yao Order! Just now, the child's words and deeds are so offending, I hope Mr. Shen will forgive me! "

Shen Yan said: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Yuan please take me to see your family, Mr. Shan Muxian."

Yuan Xiangbei sent his son back to guard the forest, and brought Shen Yan into the Purple Mist Forest.

Many plants in the forest already had spirituality. Seeing Yuan Xiangbei bring an outsider in, although he didn't dare to be presumptuous, he would hang down branches from time to time to brush Shen Yan's head, shoulders, and back, and some of them would stick out their roots to trip over Shen Yan's head, shoulders, and back. Shen Yan's feet.

Shen Yan endured Lingmu's teasing expressionlessly. On the way, he also saw many large green pythons coiling around the thick tree trunks with scarlet letters, black spiders the size of human heads entangled in the silk webs, and densely packed ones that made the scalp tense. The big brown ant with thick arms, the slimy clam that suddenly appeared at his feet... Shen Yan became more and more confused as he looked at it. How could his white and tender master have an intersection with the gloomy Purple Mist Forest?The temperaments of the two parties are completely different, even completely opposite!

I don't know how long I walked, but the sky became darker and darker, making it difficult to know whether it was night or if the trees were getting denser and covering the sun.

The trees in the depths of the dense forest are so thick that several people cannot hug them together, and they are so tall that you can't see the top of the tree when you lift your neck.Among the thick and thick trees, a particularly huge sandalwood tree suddenly appeared, looking from a distance like a hill rising from the ground, straight into the sky.The canopy umbrella at the top is generally opened, covering a range of several miles.

"Master Shen, we're here." The two stopped under the huge tree, as small as ants.

Shen Yan looked left and right, but did not find any buildings such as houses, and asked suspiciously: "I don't know where Lord Tanmuxian lives?"

Yuan Xiangbei covered his mouth and smiled, and said, "We don't need a house here, we just live in the forest or in the trees at will."

"..." Shen Yan thought silently, wouldn't that mean there was no privacy at all?

Yuan Xiangbei stopped talking, turned to Shanshu, and saluted, "Old man, Uncle Heng, this is Mr. Shen Yan from Yujianmen. Mr. Shen has a storage ring made of Wanyaoling material. He said he has something to do." Goodbye."

After a while, a blue light flashed under the tree, and two people appeared in the light, the leader was an old man with white beard and hair, and behind him was a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing a bamboo blue robe.

The green-robed man among them said to Yuan Xiangbei: "Understood, you go down first."

After Yuan Xiangbei took his leave respectfully, the light faded, and the man in the green robe released a few night pearls, then flicked his sleeves, and three low tables appeared on the ground, with a full set of tea sets on them.

The place under the tree lit up under the illumination of the night pearl. The man in green robe helped the old man to sit behind the low table in the middle, and smiled at Shen Yan: "Little friend Shen, you sit too."

Shen Yan saluted, then sat down with a flick of the corner of her robe.

Before he could sit still, the old man said loudly and confidently, "Are you Han'er's little lover?" (??????)?? Buy!

Shen Yan almost fell down when she heard that, so what is her status in the hearts of the demons in Sandalwood Valley?

He cleared his cough and wanted to explain, but the man in Tsing Yi interjected: "Master, Han'er has only had him as his companion for so many years, so he can be regarded as half a Taoist companion."

The old man glanced at Shen Yan, frowned and said, "How can one be enough? Ah Li is also useless. It has been more than 100 years, and you just found this one for Han'er?"

The tone sounded disgusting.

Shen Yan couldn't help but her forehead twitched__What kind of idea is this!What is _ how is enough?Fortunately, Master was not misled by them!

Also, what's wrong with being tall and big?Father, do you need to be so disgusted?

Seeing Shen Yan's uneasy expression, the man in Tsing Yi smoothed things over and said, "Old man, this little friend Shen is the young patriarch of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, so he is a good match for Han'er."

The old man turned his head and muttered: "It's just a half-demon..." "Cough!" The man in Tsing Yi coughed dryly, interrupted the old man's words, turned to Shen Yan and said with a kind smile, "Little friend Shen, my name is Luo Heng. The left deacon of the Purple Mist Forest, this is our old man, Immortal Sandalwood."

Shen Yan held back her anger and greeted the two of them.

Luo Heng asked: "Why did you come to the Purple Mist Forest alone? You can't come in here easily. If it weren't for the token of the Ten Thousand Monsters Token, you might lose a layer of skin! Where's your master? Why don't you come together?"

The old man on the side muttered again: "Han'er too, he hasn't come back to see me, an old man, for so long!"

Shen Yan automatically ignored the old man's complaints, and hurriedly replied: "I'm here for something urgent. A few days ago, my master sneaked out of Yujianmen and came to Dongzhou by boat. I'm afraid he wants to do something dangerous. It's something, I came after it specially!"

The old man immediately turned his head and asked Luo Heng: "Did Ah Li report to you?"

Luo Heng frowned and said, "No."

With a sound of "clanking", the old man raised his hand and overturned the low table in front of him, scolding: "This little bastard! Can't he cherish his own life!"