After a while, even though he used the Eye of Burial, Chen Feng, who still could not see the mysterious ancient doll, was not discouraged. Instead, he smiled and tried to communicate with the girl.

"Chunqiao, why is she not conscious? Do you know how to awaken her?" Chen Fengcan asked the girl with a smile.

However, the reply Chen Feng received was just Chun Qiao's ignorant shaking her head.

"What should I do?"

Chen Feng, who was thinking secretly, was not polite and walked directly into another attic in the vast courtyard.

After removing the ancient puppet girl from behind, she placed it on the bed in the room, Chen Feng quickly returned to the corridor of the attic and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes like an old monk entering into meditation, and used his spiritual sense to investigate the actions of the two girls Fang Qiao and Chun Qiao.

The small mountain village is extremely quiet, with only more than a dozen simple families, and most of the time it takes sunrise and sunset.

Chen Feng's arrival did not have any impact on Fang Qiao.

In the small mountain village, many villagers respectfully call Fang Qiao the immortal master. Anyone who has a serious illness or minor disaster will come to ask her to help solve it.

Now there is another Chen Feng here in Fangqiao, and even the villagers are not surprised by his actions.

Even though Chen Feng closed his eyes for a long time and sat cross-moving in the courtyard, his mood changed a little.

There is no dispute in the quiet mountain village, which makes people feel comfortable and lofty.

The magnificent rivers and mountains, the vast land, everything is in perception.

All things in the world, every grass and a tree, are all contained in the heart, and are leisurely and leisurely in peace.

The water flows eastward and leaves fall, time flies. When it is snowing heavily, Chen Feng does not get up.

Compared to Chen Feng's quietness, Xiao Maoqiu is extremely happy and often rolls around in the yard. He gradually became familiar with Fang Qiao and Chun Qiao.

During the past year, although Fang Qiao often observed Chen Feng, she had never said a word to him, as if she was living in the same place, but she never had any contact with each other when she died.

It was not until the number of monks traveling to the Xunluan Mountains that the peace of the small mountain village was gradually broken.

The morning sun reflected the snow incredibly crystal clear. Three streams of light broke through the sky and flew straight towards the small mountain village.

When three streams of light fell in the vast courtyard, one of the young men had already seen Chen Feng sitting cross-legged on the attic corridor.

"It turned out to be you..."

The young man seemed quite surprised to see Chen Feng, as if his original intention was not for him.

This young man who spoke out was Shen Mubai, who introduced Chen Feng to Xiaoyao Valley.
Chapter completed!