There were many people surrounding the entrance of Chenjia Village.

It's rare to see it on weekdays.

Most of them were spectators and were talking around.

Not many people care about the happiness they have just returned from outside the village.

He was so happy that he blended into the crowd silently and observed secretly.

In the center surrounded by villagers were a group of completely unfamiliar people in appearance and clothing.

Five people in total.

Three men and two women.

They were all wearing Taoist robes that Anle had never seen before, with simple buns on their heads, and slender swords hanging from their waists.

Most of them have talented looks and noble temperaments.

At first glance, you can tell that he is not a villager from the village.

Rather, he looks like the legendary cultivator of immortality.

"This young man, this little girl, is really handsome. The material of his clothes is also good. Only that boy from the An family can compare with him."

The two ladies next to me were chatting away.

"That's right, they are from outside the village, what is that sect called...?"

"The Ziyun Sect is called this."

"..."

When Anle heard this, his heart was pounding.

really!

"These people are genuine immortal cultivators!"

"But what are they doing here in Chenjiacun?"

He suddenly thought: "No ordinary villagers have left the village, so can they be together with these immortal cultivators..."

This small village is weird and dangerous.

Anle had long wanted to run away.

It's just that there has never been a suitable opportunity.

But soon, he thought of Uncle Lin, who had been acting strangely recently, and shook his head slightly.

"At least, we have to wait until Uncle Lin returns to normal before considering leaving."

A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.

He couldn't do anything without his benefactor.

Anle glanced at the center of the crowd again.

The village chief was showing a flattering smile as he welcomed the outside cultivators.

The wrinkled face looks like a bright old chrysanthemum when she smiles.

The leader of the five people was actually a young female nun.

She was wearing a lavender Taoist robe, and her appearance could only be described as regular, with a slightly cold temperament.

The female nun named Tang Lan said in a gentle manner.

"Village chief, can you let us stay here for a few days?"

“Extremely happy!”

The old village chief smiled even brighter: "You can come, our village is really Peng... Peng Village is shining!"

Tang Lan smiled coldly in response.

The male cultivator next to him, Bai Shanghai, was obviously impatient.

"Old man, why are you still blocking the road? Why don't you hurry up and get ready?"

Tang Lan raised her eyebrows and scolded.

"Shang Hai, don't be rude."

Bai Shanghai curled his lips and disapproved, but intimidated by her authority, he still nodded and said: "Yes, Senior Sister."

Although he was scolded inexplicably, the village chief did not dare to retaliate. He quickly arranged accommodation for this group of people and took them towards the village.

"Huh?"

At this time, Tang Lan turned his head and glanced at the crowd watching the excitement.

There was a slight expression on his face.

This breath...

The junior sister in the team asked curiously: "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Tang Lan silently withdrew his gaze and his expression returned to calm.

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect that there is such a thing in this village..."

****

To be on the safe side.

Anle didn't dare to stare at the crowd for too long, and hurriedly ran home.

Since we have decided not to leave the village for the time being, it is better to have less contact with these immortal cultivators.

Associating with these people may bring unexpected benefits.

But the risk is not small either!

In Anle's view, their danger is far greater than that of ordinary villagers.

The stronger you are, the harder it is to guess your thoughts.

What if you attack him because you are jealous of his good looks?

This kind of thing is not impossible.

Be careful!

"It's still too weak."

Back in the yard, Anle's mood slowly calmed down and he reflected on himself.

"If I'm strong enough to knead them, why should I be so worried?"

"etc……"

At this moment, Anle suddenly came back to his senses.

Immortal cultivators came from outside the village.

More than ten days later, a demonic cultivator happened to want to refine him into medicine.

The time and events all matched up.

Could it be that his previous guess was wrong?

The demon cultivator is not hiding in Chenjia Village, but lurking among the five people in that group?

Thinking of this, Anle's scalp went numb.

"Fortunately, I didn't take the initiative to contact them just now."

Even so, it may not be safe.

"Become stronger! Still have to become stronger!"

Only your own strength is the most reliable.

An Le, who deeply understood this, shook his fist, encouraged himself, and started practicing [Jianghu Sword Technique] again.

Although he already possesses the [Spirit Tempering Skill], he still cannot neglect physical training.

Absorb spiritual power and temper the physical body.

The two are complementary to each other.

****

The next three days.

Anle goes out before dawn every day and only returns to the village when dusk falls in the evening.

The purpose is to avoid the immortal cultivators and not to meet them.

If he can't afford to offend him, he can always hide away, right?

Of course, being happy is not like an ostrich, burying its head in the sand, turning its ears away from what is happening outside the window, and lying to itself.
To be continued...