When I saw the old man, I was stunned for a moment, and then called Song'er: "Song'er, go and see the old man. Is he passing by or living here?"

When Song'er heard me say, she ran over and grabbed the old man's hand and said, "My mother asked me to ask you, are you passing by or living here?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "I'm passing by here, where are you?"

"I'm passing by, too, but I'm waiting for my father to come back, and my father has also gone to find mushrooms. I haven't come back yet, so I don't know how he is?" Song'er took the old man to our side. After sitting down, the old man asked us: "Are you waiting for someone?"

"My husband can make a fire. If he doesn't come back, I can't make a fire. There is nothing else to cook. He usually comes to take care of me at home. When he wants to eat, he will prepare it for me. I only realize that it is difficult to walk and it is not easy to eat."

"Then you find some stones, you can use them to make the fire." The old man said. Then I remembered that he had found two stones everywhere. The old man sat down and looked at me: "You have to make the fire later. You want to find something to cook these mushrooms."

"There is no pot here, so I don't know what to use." I told the old man while trying to make the fire, and the old man said, "Mushrooms can be roasted and eaten."

I turned around and looked at the old man, and smiled: "Yes, you can eat it even if you roast it, so have you eaten it?"

The old man looked at me and shook his head, then I said, "Then I will make it, and we will eat together later."

After a lot of energy, I got the fire out. I found some stones and firewood, and made a pile of fire on the stream. I used this pile of fire to roast the mushrooms. Song'er sat next to the old man and inserted a mushroom with the branch to the old man: "Give it."

The old man took away the mushrooms and looked at me and said, "You can eat them too."

I picked up the branch and inserted a mushroom, blew it and took a bite. After barely eating some mushrooms, I was not hungry.

The old man also ate some, and after eating, he leaned against the stone on the side and lay quietly. I went over to look at the old man and asked the old man: "It seems that you feel very uncomfortable, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The old man looked at me: "I'm a little sleepy, I want to take a rest."

"Then I'll look at you." I said and sat down, took off my clothes and covered them with the old man. Song'er leaned against the old man and talked to me.

As we were talking, the mountain god opposite came out and met the mountain god and said, "You know now. If you don't listen to me, you will end up like this, and you will die as old as him."

"You harmed my father." Song'er suddenly stood up and stood up, raised his little finger to point at the mountain god. Ouyang Xuanzi, who had become an old man, opened her eyes slightly, as if he was confused and had no strength there.

I looked at the mountain god and said, "There are not many people who can't see this trick. This is caused by you. There is no one here, and there are no animals. Aren't you alone?"

"Lonely?" The mountain god looked at me and smiled coldly: "What is loneliness?"

"Loneliness is you alone."

The mountain god thought for a while: "Isn't this good? I'm the only one here, and anyone who comes here will listen to me."

"Then you might as well kill us all. In that case, won't you be more free and comfortable?"

"Kill you?"

I didn't say anything, and looked at Ouyang Xuanzi. Even if the mountain god didn't kill him, he wouldn't live long. He is old now and is getting older. I really thought that when he loses his spiritual power, he will become an old man and has no strength anymore. I don't say anything now, and I'm afraid he won't hear me.

Seeing that we didn't speak, the mountain god said, "I ask you, who are you?"

"Passenger." I said, looking back at Ouyang Xuanzi who was drowsy. He was drowsy and drowsy, but he didn't respond. I went to hold his old hand, but he was just lying there motionless. I was busy holding him up and holding him: "You won't die. You are the Ghost King, you won't die, right?"

"Ghost King?" The mountain god was amused: "I can't get in here, why is the Ghost King?"

"Dad, dad..." Song'er held Ouyang Xuanzi's hand and called for a long time, but Song'er didn't respond. Song'er's eyes turned red and she suddenly looked at the mountain god opposite. Suddenly, her body turned green, and she turned from a child to an adult.

Raising his hand, Song'er had a rolling dragon whip in his palm. He swung it back hard, and the rolling dragon whip opened, causing a piece of grass to fly up on the ground.

I hugged Ouyang Xuanzi and looked at the mountain god who had taken two steps back from the opposite side. Song'er said, "You killed my father, I will kill you now."

"If you want to kill me, you will be even more unable to get out." The mountain god said with a funny look, and Song'er said, "If you can't get out, you can't get out, and I will kill you too."

"That depends on your ability. Do you have this ability?" The mountain god retreated and raised his hand. A mute flute appeared from the palm of his hand. There was a spike under the mute flute. The spike was green. He turned the mute flute twice in the palm of his hand, floated up and slowly landed on the stream. After it fell, he put the mute flute across his mouth, squinted his eyes and blew the mute flute. Song'er took the whip and walked two steps, and hit the mute god with a bang. The mute god was stunned and opened his eyes to look at Song'er: "How could it be?"

Song'er then gave the mountain god another whip, and the mountain god shook his eyes at me: "What the hell is he? Why didn't he react?"

At this moment, Ouyang Xuanzi gradually woke up, gradually retreated from her white hair. With his years, his clothes suddenly turned red, and black hair fell from his head and fell to his shoulders.

At this time, Ouyang Xuanzi seemed to be wearing a fiery red gauze dress, and she was like a flower in my arms.

Looking at me: "Hong'er was scared?"

"Well..." I didn't cry when I saw him die because I knew he wouldn't die so easily, but I was really scared when he died.

Now when he saw him awake, he cried with joy.

Song'er turned around and looked at Ouyang Xuanzi, became dazed, and then smiled: "Dad."

"I'm fine, you fight."

Although Ouyang Xuanzi is eighteen years old and Song'er looks like a 16 or 17 years old, his attitude of speaking in front of Song'er was as majestic as the old emperor in his seventies and eighties.

Song'er breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the mountain god opposite him: "Now I'll take you away."

"What the hell are you? Why don't you react at all when I blow the shepherd flute?" The mountain god browed deeply, and Song'er looked at us without answering.

Ouyang Xuanzi said, "There are two things in the sky and under the ground. Your flute sound cannot do anything, it's spiritual..."

"Spirit?" The mountain god was slightly stunned and asked, "What else is there?"

"Affection."
Chapter completed!