The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

The person involved, Yan Qiao, didn't react at all. She lowered her head slightly, didn't say a word to them, and just slowly followed behind them.

Even if a middle-aged woman took the initiative to ask her questions, she would ignore them as if she hadn't heard them.

"Auntie, how many people are still living in your village now?" Xu Yichen inquired curiously.

The middle-aged woman quickly waved her hand and said, "No more, no more, just a hundred people."

"Oh, seeing how quiet the village is, I thought there were only about ten people."

"There are activities in the past two days, and they have all gone to the Lin family to help. If you want to stay, I will take you to the village chief."

Hearing this, Xu Yichen nodded: "Okay."

The middle-aged woman led the three people to a house. She was the first to knock on the door, and she shouted while knocking on the door.

"Village Chief Li, Chief Li, are you at home?"

After quite a while, there was some movement in the yard.

I saw a tanned and lean middle-aged man opening the courtyard door. He looked at the middle-aged woman and shouted displeasedly: "What are you shouting for?"

"Hey, Village Chief Li, I really have something serious to see you for." The middle-aged woman quickly smiled ingratiatingly.

After hearing this, Village Chief Li took a deep breath to suppress the displeasure in his eyes: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"There are three people passing by who want to stay in our village, so I came to find you."

As she said that, the middle-aged woman pointed at Yan Qiao and the other two people standing not far away.

Village Chief Li looked in the direction pointed by the middle-aged woman and saw three extraordinary-looking young men.

After hearing the middle-aged woman say something mysteriously in his ear, Village Chief Li's eyes paused on Yan Qiao for a few more seconds.

From this distance, even Xu Yichen and Situ Ling, who had entered Taoism, could hear clearly. Naturally, they couldn't hide it from Yan Qiao, who had excellent senses.

"They seem to be plotting against you." Situ Ling reminded.

Yan Qiao just said "hmm" lightly and didn't take it to heart.

After a while, Village Chief Li and the middle-aged woman came towards the three of them.

"This is Village Chief Li of our Qinghe Village." The middle-aged woman introduced, "I have already told Village Chief Li about your accommodation."

"Village Chief Li, we will pay you accordingly for the accommodation." Xu Yichen said with a smile.

"It's all trivial. It's just that there are no vacancies in the village now. I'm afraid you will have to stay at the villagers' homes separately." Village Chief Li waved his hand and looked at the three of them with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, we don't mind."

"Okay, but our village will start the clan ceremony in a few days. You must promise to leave the village before then."

Xu Yichen paused and said, "Okay, we will leave as soon as possible."

"Then come with me, and I will take you to find the villagers." Hearing this, Village Chief Li said with a smile.

Yan Qiao followed the middle-aged woman towards her home, while Situ Ling and Xu Yichen also followed a villager respectively.

The three of them were completely separated.

On the way, the middle-aged woman kept glancing at Yan Qiao.

"Girl, how old are you this year?"

"18." Yan Qiao glanced at her lightly and said.

"Then you're an adult and you can get married." The middle-aged woman suddenly beamed with joy.

Yan Qiao ignored her and responded selectively to her words.

Even so, the enthusiasm of the middle-aged woman could not be dampened. She even pulled the boy beside her to lean against Yan Qiao.Yan Qiao's eyes turned cold, and he avoided the physical contact between the two of them with a wrong step.

"I don't like people touching me." There was a coldness in her voice.

"Oh, okay." The middle-aged woman suddenly felt awkward and held the boy's hand and froze in place.

As a result, the three of them didn't say a word for the rest of the road, and Yan Qiao was happy to be quiet.

After a while, the middle-aged woman smiled and said: "Girl, you can sleep in this room. This room is where my child sleeps. He happens to be not at home, so you can make peace with it first."

Yan Qiao followed her inside and found that there were no windows in the entire room, making the light inside very dim.

The mosquito net on the bed seemed to have been hung for too long, and it looked a little black and gray, but the cotton batting on the bed was still soft, but it didn't look very clean.

As if she was afraid that she would dislike her, the middle-aged woman took the lead and said, "This is the best room in our house."

"Well, thank you." Yan Qiao had no intention of actually sleeping here, so naturally it didn't matter.

The middle-aged woman quickly waved her hand and said, "Hey, it's okay. I'm going to cook first. If you're bored, you can play with my child."

With that said, she left the boy who was always following her behind in the room.

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes slightly, just enough to see the boy's appearance clearly.

Her eyes fell on the boy's face, her eyes twinkling slightly.

"Beautiful sister, where did you come from?" The boy quickly came forward and looked up at Yan Qiao.

He should be at a very innocent age, but Yan Qiao saw a look in his eyes that was not suitable for this age group.

Yan Qiao looked at him calmly. The fingers hanging by his side moved slightly, and a touch of spiritual power instantly fell into the boy's body.

"what"

The moment the spiritual power entered his body, the boy screamed in pain.

The frightened middle-aged woman who was cooking outside quickly rushed over and held the boy who collapsed on the ground in her arms: "My good son, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom."

Yan Qiao never made any move, and only quietly took back the spiritual power.

"Why don't you help my child? Did you do something?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman turned her gaze to Yan Qiao, her cloudy eyes full of suspicion.

She had long disliked Yan Qiao. He was young and beautiful, more beautiful than she had ever seen in her life.

When she came to Qinghe Village, she actually dared to sneer at her, with a look of indifference. If her son hadn't liked it, she would have done it long ago.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged woman looked at Yan Qiao with a more fierce look.

Just when she was about to continue her attack, she heard her son's weak voice, "Mom, I'm fine."

The boy lifted himself up from the middle-aged woman's arms, but his face was still very pale.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman's expression became a little better, but the displeasure in her eyes when she looked at Yan Qiao was no longer hidden, but was openly displayed on her face.

"Son, tonight you-"

She didn't finish what she said, but the boy still didn't understand, so he quickly said, "Mom, don't you still believe me?"

"Okay, okay, then mom is going to cook."

The middle-aged woman took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face: "Girl, I'm sorry, I was just a little too worried about my son. Don't take it to heart."

Yan Qiao nodded to express his understanding: "As long as the child is fine."

The middle-aged woman said quickly: "Hey, then I will take him out to make a fire and cook. You can have a good rest first."

With that said, he led the boy out, although the boy had a look of reluctance on his face. (End of chapter)