After breaking off the engagement with Long Aotian

On the way, Elder Jin remained silent and did not utter a word.

He had good intentions and even comforted the brat, but in the brat's eyes, he was actually a bad guy?

However, the thought of the child's firm words "I have no home" caused ripples in his heart.

He is not irresponsible. At such a young age, he is already very responsible. He thinks that the two of them are bad people and will harm the village, so he would rather say that he has no home.

It was he who underestimated others. For a moment, he felt a little uneasy.

He was wearing a black robe and a scary mask, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The child stood on Shao Yin's sword, occasionally looking back. Sometimes he thought that the man in black was a bad guy, and sometimes he thought that the fairy would definitely be able to control him.

Thinking of this, he looked at Shao Yin with more respect: "Sister, are you having dinner at my house?"

"Immortals don't eat." Shao Yin said.

The child said "Oh" and then asked, "Does the immortal drink tea?"

"Why, do you have tea at home?" Shao Yin asked.

The child replied, "My uncle has tea. I will go to him and ask for some."

"Then I can have a drink." Shao Yin said. Since the child is so enthusiastic, give him this face.

As he was speaking, in just a moment, the flying sword, like a rainbow piercing the sun, trailing a stream of light, came to rest at the entrance of the village.

An old man playing with his dog under a big tree at the entrance of the village saw it, and he knelt down and kowtowed tremblingly.

He was old, and when he tried to speak, he could not make a sound. However, a middle-aged man saw him and exclaimed, "Immortal!"

This loud shout finally alarmed more people.

Men, women, old and young came out of the yards of their houses and saw a little girl who looked like a fairy and a masked man emitting black aura.

Next to them was the third girl from Wang Goudan’s family.

"Greetings, Immortal." The village chief came forward with a pale face, his legs trembling. "I wonder if the Immortal has any instructions for you?"

The others fell to their knees.

Shao Yin couldn't help but turn her head to look at Elder Jin.

With the way he was dressed, all the monks from the famous and upright sects would hide away when they saw him, let alone ordinary mortals.

She turned around and smiled gently, "My brother and I were passing by here, and we saw this child lost, so we sent him back."

As he said this, he touched the head of the child next to him.

The child was a little embarrassed and pointed to the front: "Sister, my house is in front."

"Be a good person to the end. We will send you back home, which can be considered a complete ending." Shao Yin smiled and said, "Lead the way."

The child immediately squeezed through the crowd and walked forward happily.

Shao Yin and Elder Jin, who were following behind, no longer had to squeeze because the crowd automatically separated.

Not to mention Elder Jin's attire, mortals are naturally in awe of cultivators.

"Third girl!" someone shouted, "Don't be rude."

The child turned around and shrank back. “I, I’m not being rude.”

When Shao Yin heard it, she realized that the dirty child was actually a girl.

"No problem." She smiled and looked around. "I heard from Miss Third that the sheep at home was lost? I wonder if they have been found?"

"This is just a small matter, it's not worthy of the immortal's concern." The village chief said quickly, "Later, the whole village will help her family look for her."

Immortal, this is an immortal!
When the immortal gets angry, the mountains collapse and the rivers dry up. All the people in the village combined are not even enough to be pinched by the immortal's finger.

The village chief didn’t dare to think about any good things, he just hoped to send the two immortals away quickly.

The villagers who followed behind dared to look at Shao Yin, but they didn't even dare to glance at Elder Jin.

"Really? That's great." Shao Yin said with a smile.

She said nothing more and followed the little girl forward.

The little girl's home was at the end of the village. She didn't know the immortal had come and was cursing at her neighbors.

"It was obviously your own chicken that pecked it, stop blaming others!"

"I saw your chicken run away with my own eyes! It ran away from this hole!"

"Who else but you would crawl into that hole? Stop blaming my chicken!"

"Wang Po! Who did you say dug a hole? You are such a shameless, greedy, and miser. You deserve to lose your sheep!"

"What did you say? Well, you stole my sheep, right? I always said that our third girl is careful, how could she lose the sheep? It must be you who stole it!"

"Who stole your sheep? Keep your mouth shut!"

Two gray-haired old ladies were quarreling with each other across the fence, and as they were cursing, they were about to roll up their sleeves and start fighting.

"Alright!" The village chief shouted, his face grim. "What are you doing? The immortal is here, why don't you pay your respects?"

"What ancestors? I * your ancestors--" Mrs. Wang turned her head, and with a snap, her neck was twisted.

The village chief's face was already pale, and he was shaky: "Calm down, Immortal, calm down, this old woman is tired of living..."

The little girl had already run over and supported Wang Pozi: "It really is an immortal, grandma."

Mrs. Wang twisted her neck and was unable to speak. She was drooling in pain, but her eyes were filled with fear, and she obviously knew that she had just offended the immortal.

"It's okay." Shao Yin's face was indifferent. She raised her hand and waved it, and a wisp of spiritual energy brushed towards Wang Po.

Everyone thought that Wang Po was going to die on the spot. Even Wang Po was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly. However, the next moment, there was a loud bang.

"Grandma, make some tea quickly. I promised to treat the immortal to tea." The little girl whispered in her grandmother's ear without seeing.

Mrs. Wang thought she was going to die, but a breeze blew past her, and her aching neck was healed. She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at the immortal, and immediately understood. "Thank you for your forgiveness, immortal." She knelt down and kowtowed respectfully.

Shao Yin said calmly: "You didn't mean it, so I won't pursue it this time."

Mrs. Wang expressed her gratitude, and the village chief and others were relieved. Such a magnanimous immortal would not get angry easily and collapse mountains or dry up rivers.

"Quick, take out the can of Biluochun that I treasure and make tea for the immortal." The village chief hurriedly ordered his eldest son.

Shao Yin certainly didn't come here for tea. She asked Mrs. Wang, "Is your sheep lost?"

Mrs. Wang quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I lost it this morning." Hope flashed in her cloudy eyes.

The immortal is so powerful! The immortal has great magical powers, maybe he can help her find the sheep?
Shao Yin flipped her hand and took it out. Suddenly, a small mirror appeared in her hand. She said, "This is called the Retrospective Mirror. It can reflect what happened here three days ago."

At this point, she paused.

The village chief understood and hurriedly shouted, "Whoever took the wrong sheep, come back immediately! Don't wait until the immortal takes action, otherwise you will bring shame to the whole village!"

No one answered.

Some also said: "No, I didn't make a mistake."

After waiting for a while, Shao Yin input spiritual energy and activated the retrospective mirror.

But I saw that small mirror, which was the size of a palm, was crystal clear, with delicate patterns carved on the back.

The villagers had never seen such a scene before, so they opened their eyes wide, not wanting to miss even a single glance.

In a moment, a light flashed on the surface of the retrospective mirror, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

"It's Curly!" The little girl immediately recognized her own sheep and exclaimed in surprise, "That's it! That's it!"

Suddenly, three shadows appeared in the sheep pen, some standing and some lying, exactly the same scene as three days ago.

Then, the three sheep were driven out by a thin figure. It was the little girl who went out to herd the sheep.

The scene accelerates, the three sheep come back, go out again, come back, and go out again.

Finally, yesterday at midnight, a huge black shadow was seen falling from the sky and landing above the yard. It then grabbed a sheep and suddenly flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

The speed was so fast that the sheep's cry did not even have time to reach the owner's ears.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The villagers all saw the dark shadow and exclaimed in surprise.

The little girl was also dazed, and her fear made her snuggle into Wang Po's arms.

"Let me take a look." Shao Yin found the culprit and activated the retrospective mirror again, slowing down the speed to watch.

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Dozens of miles away.

In the narrow and dim cave, a figure was curled up.

"quack--"

A tall, bloated shadow landed at the entrance of the cave, blocking out the light. Then, the shadow carefully retracted its neck and crawled in through the entrance.

"quack--"

The shadow opened his hands, revealing a pair of thick, powerful wings, which gently brushed the figure with the tips of their wings.

Finally, under its persistent brushing, the figure finally moved and slowly raised his head from the crook of his arms.

"what's up?"

This is the face of a young boy, covered with scars and blood, but it cannot hide his clear and elegant features and his temperament as white as fresh snow.

"quack--"

Shadow retracted his wings, turned around slowly, retracted his neck again, and crawled out of the cave.

The young man lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath, covered his right ribs with one hand, and gathered his strength to stand up.

A sharp pain hit him instantly, and his thin body swayed. After he stood firm, he slowly walked out of the cave.

The sun was pouring down, and one could see that his entire upper body was almost soaked in blood. A large piece of his blue outer shirt was missing at the waist and abdomen, revealing his inner shirt that was dyed dark red with blood.

The young man's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but he didn't even frown, as if the injury was insignificant to him.

"Where did it come from?" He looked towards the open space, where a dead goat was lying.

Next to the goat stood a tall golden eagle, more than two meters tall, with its feathers reflecting a sharp metallic luster, sharper than a blade.

It pointed its wings to one side and called out twice: "Ga Ga—"

The boy understood, and he immediately had a headache: "This is someone else's pet, you can't catch it."

"Quack--" the golden eagle responded. You are injured, you need to eat something good to replenish yourself. Domesticated ones are easier to digest than wild ones!

The boy felt even more headache after hearing its plausible words. He wanted to ask it to return the goat, but seeing that the goat looked dead, he closed his eyes and took a breath.

He searched his body and found nothing valuable except a jade pendant. But the jade pendant belonged to someone else, and sooner or later, he would have to return it.

The boy turned around, took laborious steps, walked back to the cave, and took out an umbrella from the corner where he was curled up.

The umbrella was tattered, burned, and torn, with almost no fabric left. Most of the ribs were broken, and only the handle was still intact, inlaid with a few rubies.

The boy pursed his lips and picked off a grain. He paused, then pushed it back and replaced it with a smaller one.

He held it in his hand, turned around, and walked out of the cave again.

The golden eagle was already impatient, flapping its wings and moving its claws. This human had food, but it was still hungry.

"Take this and deliver it to the family where you caught the sheep." The young man walked up to it, spread out his palm, and revealed a ruby ​​the size of a fingernail.

(End of this chapter)