The cave is quite dark.

Xiaoyu shrank at the corner, revealing a little fear.

A figure squatted at the entrance of the cave.

The figure was covered with black hair, and a tuft of white hair on the top of his head. It squatted at the entrance of the hole, pressed its arms on the ground, and did not move for a long time.

The light from outside shone in and was blocked by it.

The figure suddenly became hazy and dim.

"Monster...monster..."

Xiaoyu clenched her fists, and she recognized the figure, which was the monster she had injured her grandfather and caught. She picked up the stone beside her, hugged it in her arms, trembling.

The monster had spoken before and said he would not hurt her.

But she didn't believe it.

...

The mandrill turned his head and looked at the little girl in the corner. A little helplessness flashed in her golden eyes.

That person has been there for a long time.

Nothing will happen?

It thought about it.

Thinking of the rumored mountain monster, it was the king of the mountain, and it couldn't stop trembling.

It involves the mountain monster...

It thought, what should this little girl do if that person can't come back? Raise it for dozens of days and nights, and wait for the next full moon night?

At this moment, a figure slowly walked towards the front of the cave.

The man was tall and dressed in white, embroidered with blue edges, white boots and a belt.

He has a handsome face, clear eyes, and a hint of spirit between his eyebrows.

The mandrill thought about it and suddenly felt that in spring, the birds and beasts in the mountains were like this. It often approached nearby places, so it could be familiar with people's words. After thinking about it, it called this joyful mood as the spring breeze.

Then it was even more surprised.

This man was clear and humble before, and had a calm and heavy look in his eyes.

However, at this moment, his eyebrows were flying and his expression was free and easy, and there were many changes.

Qingyuan looked at the strange gaze of the mandrill and also noticed his own changes, but he didn't care.

Taking the first step of practicing Taoism and the first step I have always dreamed of, why should I suppress myself if I am so happy?

"How is Xiaoyu?"

Qingyuan approached the entrance of the cave and looked inward.

The mandrille opened its body sideways.

Xiaoyu looked up and saw a person standing at the entrance of the cave.

Then she said in shock: "Sir..."

...

The little girl cried constantly, Qingyuan held her, comforted her, and told her a little, probably saying that he had subdued the mandrill and saved the man.

The little girl said ummy at first, but after that, she fell asleep.

Kiyohara smiled and opened her palm, and there was a sharp stone inside.

"She... thought it was you who instructed me?"

Shan Gong's throat moved and he said in a low voice: "Fortunately...you explain...or, she will hit you..."

Qingyuan looked at the little girl in her arms and said with a smile: "Mr. Ge is well taught and is a little vigilant, so he will suffer less losses in the future. But she trusts me too, otherwise, no matter how tired she is, she will not fall asleep at this time."

The mandrill seemed to understand it but then his eyes fell on Qingyuan's waist.

There were three things there, which looked like iron cards, with rusty marks and some strange patterns on them.

Qingyuan touched the three iron cards with his backhand, chuckled, and did not explain.

These three pictures represent things that represent identity, not all of them are iron.

All three tokens come from where the Nine-Level Treasure Key is hidden.

Because the place where the key was hiding was not far away and was similar to the way it came from, he followed the traces and found no key in the cave on the edge of the cliff, but found some corpses.

It was a dry bone that had been many years, the clothes on it were ragged and the weapons were decayed, and only these three tokens could prove their identity.

The three tokens are not the same. Looking at the many traces in the field, most of them are from different three forces.

"The key...mostly it was taken away by these three families..."

Qingyuan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he pondered in his heart.

Among the three families, there were many fighting for each other, but the vast majority died in the arrangement of hiding the keys.

He suddenly remembered the words left by Guangyuan Ancient Heavenly Lord.

The key is not tested, it is only hidden and difficult to search. If you find a place, it is not difficult to obtain.

“Isn’t it difficult to get it?”

Qingyuan felt quite speechless in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He carefully watched the scene at that time. Even if someone had not taken the lead, he would not have got the key with his ability.

Perhaps in the eyes of figures like Guangyuan Ancient Heavenly Lord, it is indeed not a big arrangement, nor is it a danger. But for Qingyuan, it is a life-long trap.

“These three…”

He pondered, "Since there is something that represents identity, it should be of great origin, and it should not be difficult to find their traces."

He thought so and picked Xiaoyu up.

"Send this little girl back first. Tonight, you will be waiting by the tree outside the village. I will teach you how to breathe and breathe."

...

Outside the mountain, Li Village.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyu's kind-hearted child, I helped me a lot a few days ago."

"Mr. Kiyohara couldn't think too much. He was a scholar and not a warrior, so he dared to enter the mountain."

"It's been a few days, I'm afraid that even Mr. Kiyohara is in the mountains and can't come back?"

"A man is a good man, but it's a pity. He can't recognize the seriousness and danger... Xiaoyu is also in danger. He insists on entering the mountain, but he doesn't want to see that the mountain is so dangerous, how could he be a literati walk?"

"Mr. Ge is such a miserable man. He is so sad that he has given him a black-haired man. Now he has lost another young man because of this. He is probably guilty."

There are many people in the village who wash laundry and dry quilts and talk about it from time to time; some men use it as topics when drinking.

The sky gradually became dim.

The sun is tilted to the west.

The trees not far away were rustling.

The vigilant hunter opened his bow and arrow.

Since Xiaoyu's incident, people have been in panic.

The hanging leaves and vines were pushed away by one hand.

A young man walked out of it, with a little smile, like Chen Shixihe's light, wearing a white shirt and embroidered with blue edges. In his arms, he was holding a sleeping girl.

"Mr. Kiyohara...Xiaoyu..."

Everyone who saw this was surprised and speechless.

It took a long time to exclaim.

"Here I'm back..."

"Mr. Kiyohara rescued Xiaoyu..."

...

It was already evening.

Candles were lit in the room, and the light was dim.

The village has gathered around to congratulate you, and it has dispersed.

The room was quiet, and only Mr. Ge and his grandson cried with joy.

Mr. Ge and Xiaoyu depended on each other for life and death, and were particularly excited after separation. Even Mr. Ge, a man who had seen corpses and blood, could not help but burst into tears.

Kiyohara looked for a moment, then stepped back.

“Stay.”

Mr. Ge's voice came from behind.

Kiyohara stopped, turned his head, and smiled and said, "Mr. Ge still has something to do?"

Mr. Ge suddenly sighed, "Are you leaving?"
Chapter completed!