In the mountains and forests, there is a slightly flat valley.

The copycat that Chen Fei was thinking about was located here.

This is originally a Taoist temple called Qinglian Temple. An old Taoist priest and a young disciple practice here.

However, starting from October, two Taoist priests of the old and young had their heads frustrated.

The Hu people went south to invade, and the army passed by, and the villages and small towns were in trouble.

The Hu people are cruel and cruel. They attack cities and villages, and often indulge in the animal nature in their bodies, burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil.

Wherever you go, your family is often destroyed and your life is in trouble.

Qinglian Temple is located in the deep mountains and forests, and it can be regarded as a paradise. When the people outside the world were destroyed, they fled here following the traces left by Qinglian Temple in the past.

The master and apprentice were also kind and kind people. They could not bear to see these refugees who had lost their families in the mountains, so they temporarily took them in.

At the beginning, there were only one or two people, which was not a big deal.

Qinglian Temple has been managed by the masters of all generations, and the family is well-off. The food stored in the temple is enough for the master and apprentice to help some refugees.

However, as more and more people flee to the mountains and forests, the number of people increasing to more than a hundred people, the foundation of Qinglian Temple could not be supported.

I can only save money and barely maintain the status quo.

Recently, refugees have been taken away by big insects.

The Copyright, which was already depressed and depressed because there was not much food, was filled with a sense of despair.

If the master and apprentice had not had strong martial arts and magical powers, there would have been chaos in the village long ago.

In the Qinglian Temple, there is a room.

The master and apprentice sat opposite each other in front of a small table. A pot of blue smoke rose slowly on the table, smoky smoked the entire gray room.

"Master! What should we do? Even if we save money, the food in the observation will only last for four or five days!"

A young Taoist priest was wearing a plain Taoist robe, rubbing his fingers in entanglement, and asked the old Taoist priest beside him with a little anxiety.

The old Taoist priest also wore a plain Taoist robe, with a childish face, and was energetic, with a bit of a fairy-like appearance.

He did not care about his apprentice's anxiety at all, and enjoyed the concentrated fragrance on the table wholeheartedly.

After the incense burned out, the old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes. His black and white eyes were bright and bright, not like an elderly man at all, without any turbidity.

He stood up slowly and moved his sitting body for a long time. The old Taoist priest looked at his disciple's anxious look and sighed quietly: "At the beginning, you begged me to let these people stay! Now...ah!"

"Master, don't I want to save more people? Who knows, who knows it's so difficult to save people!"

The young Taoist priest said with a sad expression.

Originally, he was full of confidence and felt that he could save everyone with his own strength, but after so many days of hard work, the young Taoist priest still felt that he was a little short of it.

He could not solve the big insect hunting refugees alone. The sword technique that the young Taoist pride was proud of could not exert much strength in front of the big insects.

The sword light scattered and fell on the fur of the big insect, but it was slippery, as if it had hit the air and could not hurt it at all.

He could only watch the big worm take away the refugee and retreat from his nose in a casual manner.

This made the young Taoist priest who had always thought he was very powerful and was deeply disappointed. He felt a faint sense of silence.

"Hey! It seems that I, the old man, still want to take action!"

The old Taoist priest looked at his disciple and felt that it was almost done and spoke.

Appropriate tempering can make the flowers grow healthily, but if there are too many, you will be harsh.

The old Taoist priest wore a Taoist robe, a jade crown, and a floating dust in his hands. He walked out of the Qinglian Temple with the young Taoist priest.

The newly built camp around the Taoist temple was not long, and it was chaotic and smelly.

The refugees who fled were lifeless and stayed in the shack with a numb expression, pale face and thin skin, and looked very miserable.

Even though it was already expected, the old Taoist priest was still disappointed and glared back at his apprentice fiercely.

After working so many days, I’m so sorry for his reputation as Qinglian Temple.

"Look at me..."

Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, there were noises coming from the gate of the camp, accompanied by the exclamations of many people.

You can faintly hear "big insect", "warrior", "benefactor"...

"What happened?" The old Taoist priest turned around and asked his apprentice.

The young Taoist priest looked towards the direction of the village gate, looking confused, and was distracted from the so-called street stall.

"Let's go and have a look!"

The old Taoist priest walked ahead with the lead and walked straight to the village gate with a steep pace.

Before he arrived at the village gate, the old Taoist priest saw the big open village gate.

Many people near the village gate surrounded there, wondering what they saw, and bursts of cheers were heard.

"Old Taoist priest!"

"Old Taoist priest!"

People outside saw the old Taoist priest and greeted him respectfully, making way for him.

The old Taoist priest walked into the crowd and finally saw the reason for the commotion.

A handsome man, carrying five mighty and strong men, held a dead ferocious insect, and was standing at the gate of the village.

The young man talked and told the people in the village how they met this mighty big worm.

Exaggerated words describe the power of tigers roaring in the mountains and forests, the breathtaking attacks, and how they fought bravely with evil tigers, and how they stabbed the beast to death with their spears.

In short, Chen Fei used all the words he learned from Yu Mubai and tried his best to portray himself and the five peasants as brave and fearless heroes who eliminated the harm to the people.

The old Taoist priest listened to Chen Fei's exaggerated boasting words silently, and his sophisticated heart easily filtered out the water from the words and distinguished the true reality.

He looked at the tiger raised by the five big men again. The tiger's head was still there, the flesh and blood had been removed, leaving only a piece of fur that was ragged by a spear.

Judging from the breath contained in the remaining part of the tiger, it died yesterday and is still very fresh.

"Master, this is the tiger that plundered a man yesterday. I remember it!" The young Taoist priest stood beside the old Taoist priest and said in a low voice.

There was a little shock in his words, and there was also a little inexplicable meaning in his eyes when he looked at Chen Fei and the others.

Chen Fei saw Taoist priests, one old and one young, walking out of the crowd. The old fairy wind and crane bones, the young man was full of heroism, and the temperament was very distinctive to everyone. His eyes lit up, and he guessed in his heart that they were probably the heads of the place.

Immediately stopped bragging to the others, stepped forward slowly, bowed to the two of them, and then spoke.
Chapter completed!