Two days passed.

Qin Xianyu has been guarding not far outside the village, hiding on the side.

There has not been much change in Changliu Village so far, but everyone is afraid and panic. Some people have even started to pack their bags and intend to leave Changliu Village.

Qin Xianyu sat cross-legged on the mountain peak and looked down at the huge village at the foot of the mountain in front.

He remembered what he saw that day.

The little girl knelt in front of the real dragon statue, her shoulders shaking and she cried continuously.

Although Chen'er is young, in Qin Xianyu's eyes, he is holy and omniscient. He is actually a real fairy. Although he is young, no one dares to look down on her. Whenever he sees her, he can't help but express awe from the bottom of his heart.

But on that day, the calm and calm girl Chen'er, who was kneeling on the ground, crying, crying so hard that she was very powerless.

Somehow, Qin Xianyu's heart seemed to be tightened.

He felt guilty, self-blame, and confusion, but he was born with a pure state and finally suppressed all kinds of emotions.

"When will this be waited?"

The cultivator in the Tiangang realm frowned slightly and said, "If there is nothing wrong, wouldn't he have to stay for ten years or eight years, or for a lifetime?"

This man's famous work, Ning Hui, looks young and has a good temperament, and looks quite kind, but he does not agree with the fact that he is guarding this place. After all, when Changliu Village saved his life, he was in a coma and woke up for less than half a day before he was driven out. Although he knew that Changliu Village had saved his life, he was really not very grateful.

Qin Xianyu glanced at him and said calmly: "You can leave by yourself."

There are countless people in the world, each with different ideas and different styles of behavior.

Not everyone who has received kindness must repay kindness.

Qin Xianyu didn't expect him to accompany him and protect Changliu Village.

After all, it is yourself who really causes trouble.

Although Ning Hui was humble and polite, Qin Xianyu could still sense his dissatisfaction.

It’s not me who caused the trouble, Song Hui, why should I protect this place together?

This kind of dissatisfaction is a normal human nature, and Qin Xianyu doesn't think he has anything wrong with him. But after this, this person's humble and respectful appearance fell into Qin Xianyu's eyes and no longer felt close.

Ruan Qingyu clenched his fists slightly and said, "Changliu Village is a life-saving kindness to you."

Song Hui had apologized and smiled bitterly: "But I still have important things to do, so I can't delay it."

Qin Xianyu said lightly: "You leave, the trouble is caused by me, and it has nothing to do with you."

Song Hui showed guilty expression on his face, as if he was hesitating, and after a long time, he finally gave a gift and went down the mountain and left.

Qin Xianyu looked at his back and turned to look at Ruan Qingyu, saying, "If you don't want to stay, you can leave."

"Hold on for a while, and knowing that nothing is wrong, let's leave again."

After Ruan Qingyu said that, he was a little confused and asked, "What holy fruit did you get? This Changliu Village does seem to be in trouble."

Qin Xianyu was slightly silent. Then his magic power was condensed and he drew a pattern on the ground.

Qin Xianyu has no experience in painting. However, he often carved runes. During those three years of refining, he also carved array patterns, so his hands were extremely stable and his carving score was not bad. In addition, there were slightly different places, such as the thickness lines on the ground were somewhat deviated, so he used magic power to condense and modify it slightly.

After a while, a flower will be drawn out, the rhizomes, petals, and the bead-like holy fruit in the middle are all similar to the real thing.

Qin Xianyu said: "The flowers are light red, the rhizomes are light green, and there is a clear fragrance. The bead in the middle is bright red like blood, which is the holy fruit of Changliu Village."

Ruan Qingyu frowned, and after a moment, hesitated and said, "It looks familiar."

This was like a thunder, exploding in my mind.

Qin Xianyu's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Do you recognize this holy fruit?"

Ruan Qingyu shook his head and said, "It's just a little familiar, but I can't remember it."

A cultivator with the Gangsha level has the ability to remember everything he has seen.

Even she couldn't remember anything, and she didn't know how long it was, and she was so pitiful that she couldn't take it to heart. Perhaps, she actually didn't recognize this holy fruit, but she had seen more similar species, so she had some illusions and thought she was familiar with it.

"I don't recognize it."

Ruan Qingyu shook his head and said, "There is only a little hazy sense of familiarity, but I can't remember it clearly, I'm afraid I've admitted it wrong."

Qin Xianyu sighed, feeling a little regretful.

"A flower and a bead have such a big relationship." Qin Xianyu closed his eyes slightly and sighed: "I don't know what it is for?"

Ruan Qingyu pondered a little and said, "It is said that some strange flowers and fruits condense the essence of heaven and earth. Once touched, the mountains will collapse and crack, causing natural disasters. Moreover, there are morning and evening. Maybe after you touch the strange flowers and fruits, the mountains will shake and the earth will move the next moment. Maybe two days or eight days will pass in another two days. According to records, this kind of change will generally not exceed half a month."

Qin Xianyu pondered and said, "In another half a month, we will see the final answer. In addition, are there any other types?"

If the mountains were just shaking and the earth were moving, Qin Xianyu would have some ways. Although it could not calm down, at least it would be possible to preserve Chang Liucun.

Ruan Qingyu pondered and said, "There is another record that a tribe in the wild territory. The people in the tribe will have a kind of alien poison in their bodies that cannot be cured. They can only use some kind of strange flowers to temporarily suppress them, and that strange flower is respected as a holy object of the tribe. Is the same the holy fruit you took?"

Qin Xianyu pondered for a moment and said, "It's not like it."

...

Half a month later, the people in Changliu Village had already left the little one, while the remaining people were still working hard every day.

It seems that everything is calm, but every person in Changliu Village has not looked very good. Although the anger has subsided after a while, and some people vaguely returned to the previous days, chatting and laughing, but there is always a barely scent.

There was still a dark and low aura in Changliu Village.

It looks like a person from the village, waiting for death quietly.

"What happened?"

Qin Xianyu had a headache thinking, but he finally used the Dao Sword to cut off his excess emotions and return to peace.

Ruan Qingyu set up a tent over there. He is practicing now.

Suddenly, a low cry came from the tent.

Qin Xianyu suddenly drew his sword and turned to look.

Ruan Qingyu left the tent, his face was a little excited, and he said, "That's Dragon Breath Fruit."

Qin Xianyu was slightly stunned.

"When I was young, I had flipped the classics in the clan's library and saw the portraits and descriptions of the holy fruit, but I just turned it over one page and didn't have much impression. I was too young at that time, so I couldn't remember it clearly." Ruan Qingyu said: "A moment suddenly there was a flash of inspiration, and I remembered what I saw on that page. The holy fruit in Changliu Village is the rumored dragon breath fruit."

Qin Xianyu was very unfamiliar with this name.

Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu explained: "It is rumored that the dragon breath fruit was born from the irrigation of dragon blood."

Qin Xianyu was slightly stunned and said, "Where is a real dragon here?"

"Not right now, not before." Ruan Qingyu said: "If there is a place where a large amount of dragon blood is irrigated, the land is penetrated by dragon blood and turned into red soil, there will be more than half of the hope that dragon breathing fruit will grow."

Then she frowned slightly and said to herself, "The Dragon Breath Fruit is a rare treasure that can increase cultivation and improve physical fitness. However, there are only people who practice martial arts in Changliu Village. The value of the Dragon Breath Fruit should not be very clear. At most, it is only used to take it, and then evaporate a large amount of medicine. Only a few medicines that can be endured by mortals to improve physical fitness. If it were just these uses, they should not be in a disaster and were discouraged."

Qin Xianyu pondered and said, "Is it because they regard the Dragon Breath Fruit as a holy object that they feel that the holy object has been blasphemed. They feel that the disaster is coming?"

Ruan Qingyu nodded and said, "This phenomenon is common in Nanzhou. Especially the rumored wild territory, there are many tribes. Many tribes regard almost all things symbolizing precious meanings in the tribe as more important than themselves. According to the records of my Ruan Family Library, our ancestors have heard that there was a small tribe in the wild territory. Because the only items left by our ancestors were damaged, the tribe, men, women, and young, committed suicide and apologized."

Qin Xianyu said: "In the past, there was indeed a dragon clan guarding Changliu Village."

Ruan Qingyu showed a look of surprise.

Qin Xianyu continued: "But many years have passed, there have been people in Changliu Village who have doubts whether there are really dragon clans and whether they have guarded the village. But this time, the entire village has this sense of disaster. Even those who do not believe in the real dragon beasts are like this. According to my opinion, it is probably not because of the fear of blaspheming the holy objects, which causes the real dragon to be punished."

"No." Ruan Qingyu said: "Maybe they just regard the Dragon Breath Fruit as a holy object, but whether the real dragon is related to the village is actually nothing. What they really regard as a holy object is the Dragon Breath Fruit."

She didn't say it very clearly, but Qin Xianyu could hear it clearly.

For example, a magic weapon was made by a weapon master. Because of the name of this weapon master, this magic weapon became very famous and regarded as a inherited treasure. However, after it was passed down, many years have passed on, and later generations may have forgotten the name of the weapon master, but this magic weapon is extremely valuable because it is of great use and is not a common thing, or because its ancestors passed it on, it was of great significance, so it was highly valued by future generations.

At that time, what future generations valued was this magic weapon, and it didn't matter which weapon refining master this magic weapon came from.

That's what Ruan Qingyu meant.

What Changliu Village cherishes is this Dragon Breath Fruit.

Now that one of the dragon breath fruits has been picked, it is a blasphemy of the holy object.

The sacred objects are blasphemed, and in the eyes of many tribes, it is a disaster. Perhaps it is afraid of the gods' crimes, or it is regarded as a sign of the tribe's decline. Some tribes even committed suicide because of this, and the bloodline in the tribe has been cut off since then.

If the effect of the Dragon Breath Fruit on Changliu Village is simply because it is a holy object and just because it is blasphemed, the people in Changliu Village are so discouraged, low and dark, then it will be extremely speechless.

If this is true, it would be ridiculous for Qin Xianyu and Ruan Qingyu to protect here.

Qin Xianyu was silent for a moment, then said, "Hold for another period of time."

Ruan Qingyu nodded.

So, another ten days passed.

Until this day.
Chapter completed!