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Chapter 1262

"Old village chief!"

"Hehe, village chief!"

When the children saw Sikong Yan, they became extremely excited, jumping and skipping, no longer nervous.

Sikong Yan smiled calmly: "Fei Zhen, Yan'er, take the little worm to play somewhere else first."

"Okay~"

"Chiji~"

The beetle immediately stretched out its three wings, and several children climbed on its back with ease, flying directly close to the ground, raising a burst of cheerful exclamations, and flew away in an instant.

Not long after, some laughter and scolding came from a distance, and I don't know where they went.

Chen Xun laughed dumbly, these children are really noisy, simple and pure.

Sikong Yan's expression became serious, and he lowered his eyebrows and said, "I wonder what the two seniors are here for? I will tell you everything I know."

"Moo?" A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the big black bull. How could this junior see their identity and intention so quickly?

This person obviously saw that they were not the "commanders" of the roaring sky worm, nor were they the ones who came to pass on the message.

Sikong Yan was very humble, and he was also very unsure in his heart. The restrictions and formations of the Meteorite Valley were useless to these two seniors, and they were not even activated.

Especially this human senior, although he was close at hand, his face could not be remembered in his heart. If he did not look at him for a long time, he would have a fantasy feeling that he would forget it in the next moment.

For the immortal cultivator who had a photographic memory, especially after he had met the immortal face, this person's identity was actually a little obvious... immortal!

Sikong Yan looked calm, still neither humble nor arrogant.

"Come and see their old residence." Chen Xun saw through all of Sikong Yan's thoughts at a glance, and said gently, "Young friend, don't be restrained. I am not an enemy of them."

They...

Sikong Yan was shocked, and finally raised his eyebrows at this moment: "Then the junior will take the two seniors for a walk."

"Moo~" The big black bull raised its hoof.

"Okay." Chen Xun nodded, and his eyes were already looking around.

As soon as the voice fell, they strolled in this small village, chatting from time to time.

"Young friend, this village is probably tens of thousands of years old."

Chen Xun's eyes were deep, and he carefully scanned the mottled traces of those bricks and tiles, "From the perspective of those ancestral tombs in the mountains, they have at least experienced hundreds of generations of mortals."

Hearing this, the corner of the big black bull's mouth twitched. He really didn't expect that Chen Xun had already paid attention to other people's ancestral tombs. He is worthy of being the eldest brother!

Sikong Yan looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with a trace of melancholy memories: "To be honest, the history of Yunling Village can be traced back to 20,000 years ago, and this place is not simple."

Chen Xun naturally understood that the mortals here did not have the rough habits of the mountain people. Even the older ones were mostly over a hundred years old, comparable to the lifespan of the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.

Especially, the villagers here all had a gleam of wisdom in their eyes, and the farm tools were not simple. In addition, with the help of the insect creatures, they lived a rich and worry-free life.

Sikong Yan became more talkative at this time. This village was established by the immortals, and it contained the ultimate cause and effect of heaven and earth. All spirits dared not get involved, and this village has been preserved intact.

As for who the immortal was, they actually didn't know.

Later, the immortal disappeared, but his followers and incarnations stayed here to teach the creatures and spread the immortal way. The mortals in Yunlingwu called it the Holy Insect.

And those insects called it the boss.

However, Sikong Yan had seen the Roaring Skyworm several times when he was young, and he also grew up listening to some legends. In fact, the holy worm also has a boss, and it was the latter who saved their ancestors and allowed them to reproduce peacefully here.

As for the origin of the name of Yunlingwu, Sikong Yan did not know.

Big Black Bull listened to his story seriously. It seems that the immortal is the Shirong Immortal, Yunling... Are these mortals the mortals rescued by the latter from the realm?

Chen Xun had a deep face and just listened to his story quietly.

But at this time, Sikong Yan changed the subject and asked: "Senior, I wonder if Senior Tianchong is doing well recently? It hasn't returned for many years."

After asking, he took a deep breath. In fact, he talked for a long time, and what he wanted to ask most was this matter.

"Heavenly Worm, it is a very loyal cultivator." Chen Xun's expression became calmer, but he smiled, "It's fine. In fact, we came here to see it because it asked us to."

After saying that, he took out the photo stone and recorded the quiet scene of the small bridge and flowing water in Yunlingwu, as if to give it to the roaring sky worm to see.

"Moo..." The big black bull was slightly absent-minded and nodded subconsciously.

Sikong Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said slightly excitedly: "So that's the case. Everything is fine in Yunlingwu. Please worry about it."

The immortals are busy with all kinds of things. They may not know the years in the mountains when they are in seclusion. As a cultivator, it is natural thatYes, I understand.

They were almost at the corner of the alley.

Suddenly.

Chen Xun paused, but there was a sense of movement and hope in his heart.

He walked straight up. There was a little painter in the corner, and next to her stood a silly little insect, watching her painting.

Chen Xun also stood quietly behind them, watching her paint without saying a word, without any order, starting from any place she thought of.

"Ah!" The little painter with two pigtails trembled and turned her head, exclaiming, "It's so scary!"

"Nie Chang, don't be rude." Sikong Yan said with a serious look, "This is a senior, have you forgotten the etiquette?!"

The little painter's cheeks were red, and she still looked very scared. She pouted and said, "Oh~~"

The little insect tribe next to her was so scared that it hid behind Nie Chang's feet. The black bull looked like a giant in its eyes, and the sense of oppression was quite strong.

"No problem." Chen Xun looked calm, his eyes still on the painting, "Little girl, who taught you to paint?"

"Here..." Nie Chang pointed in all directions with the paintbrush. She didn't know why she was not afraid of this senior, and said generously, "Uncle, everyone in our village can do it!"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the honest big black bull, stuck out her tongue, and gave it a playful look.

"Moo?" The big black bull was stunned. What did this little human girl mean?

"Oh, village chief, senior uncle, you guys go somewhere else!" Nie Chang was very generous and cheerful, and her petite clothes were also stained with traces of paint that had been deposited for a long time and could not be washed off.

It can be seen that Nie Chang really likes painting.

Sikong Yan was about to speak, but was stopped by Chen Xun, who watched silently again. It was a wonder that a fairy watched a child painting.

Nie Chang began to casually wave her brush again. It was hard to tell what she was drawing. The people didn't look like people, the landscape didn't look like landscape, and she didn't even draw their shapes.

Sikong Yan had a faint smile on his face, and he didn't think Nie Chang was embarrassing herself in front of his senior.

Painting should be like this, just sketch out your inner world.