闪乐

The little kingfisher flapped its wings and landed on her shoulders, sharing the joy with its owner.

"This valley may be a thousand years ago, a worldly expert lived here in seclusion, and formed a barrier with fog to prevent outsiders from disturbing."

Su Qingluo glanced at the bamboo house that melted when touched, thoughtfully: "Since he died, no one can set foot here again, so the medicine field can be preserved intact."

"I think so. The appearance of the mist is too bizarre. The Qilian Mountains are the realm of mortals. The spiritual energy is not too strong. Few cultivators set foot in it."

Little Kingfisher agreed wholeheartedly: "The sudden appearance of a fog that prevents people from entering should be intentional."

Su Qingluo smiled with luck: "Thanks to this layer of fog, which blocked the herb pickers, this medicine field can be preserved."

"The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade. We are so lucky!"

The little kingfisher fluttered its wings very happily: "Master, what are your plans? Do you want to dig out the medicinal herbs and bring them back?"

"No, the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs are hard to come by, let them continue to grow."

Su Qingluo shook his head: "We don't need it for the time being, and it won't be too late to dig when we need it."

"Okay, I'll catch some big snakes and let them stay at the entrance of the valley to guard the medicine fields."

The little kingfisher jumped with joy, flapping its wings and flying away quickly.

"Let them guard the underground gold mines."

Su Qingluo saw it leave immediately, smiled and shook his head, and walked back to the bamboo house on the soft soil.

"clear!"

The little kingfisher sang crisply, passed through the thick fog, and flew to the depths of the mountain.

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The bamboo house is very old, and it will turn into ashes with a slight touch. Su Qingluo did not approach, but stopped in front of the door frame, looking at the furnishings in the house.

A bamboo bed, a bamboo table, and two bamboo stools.

It is clear at a glance.

Her eyes flickered, she squatted down and looked under the bed. After seeing it, she couldn't help shivering.

There was a dead bone lying flat under the bed. On the withered little finger of his left hand was a silver storage ring. He was holding a long sword in his palm. There were tiny handwriting engraved on the sword.

Using her spiritual power, she took the silver ring and the long sword into her palms, held them flat, and held them up to her eyes for a closer look.

The ancient text records the life of this person, explaining that he came to this place to live in seclusion by chance, hoping that after his death, someone with a predestined relationship would bury his remains in the ground so that his soul could rest in peace.

Su Qingluo stared at the words for a long time, stood up calmly, and waved his hands to form a breeze, blowing away the bamboo house, revealing the wet ground.

With a flash of inspiration in his right hand, he squeezed an earth spirit art, and the soil under the dry bones suddenly collapsed, revealing a deep pit. The skeletons were scattered and fell to the bottom of the pit.

The wet soil automatically closes to the middle, burying the deep pit and forming a mound.

"Your last wish has been fulfilled, rest in peace!"

Su Qingluo placed the long sword vertically in front of the mound as a tombstone. He bent down and bowed three times in front of the tomb, then turned and left.

*****

The little kingfisher moved very quickly, and in less than half an hour, he drove back three big snakes as thick as buckets from the depths of the mountain and ordered them to guard the valley.

Seeing that it was getting late, Su Qingluo feared that his brother would be worried if he went back late, so he summoned three tigers to return in the direction of Woniu Village along the route they had come.

When one person and one bird rushed back to Woniu Village, the sun had already set, and the brilliant sunset reflected the red sky.