After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan begged to get back together.

Feeling the sweet and icy taste in his mouth, even the boy forgot to speak for a moment.

"Is it tasty?"

Qin Yun asked with a smile.

The boy reacted and said a little embarrassed: "You...don't think you can bribe me with a piece of candy. I will not take you into our village."

Qin Yun burst out laughing when he heard this: "You actually know how to bribe."

"Of course, I went to school, although only for half a year."

The boy said a little proudly.

Qin Yun glanced at his immature face and recalled the scene on Longshou Mountain when he was a child.

Yue Bucheng was not a person who was very good at taking care of children. Although when he was a child, people often came to visit his master and brought some gifts.

But those things have nothing to do with Qin Yun. They can only eat candy and toys after he is ten years old and can secretly go down the mountain alone.

Although he would be scolded by Yue Bucheng every time he went down the mountain and then sent to practice martial arts, he actually missed that time a little bit.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, and the old man didn’t know where he went.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Qin Yun looked at the boy in front of him and said, "Well, little brother, what is your name?"

"My name is Chi Hao!"

The boy raised his head and said.

"Chi Hao? Are you from the Chi family?"

Qin Yun asked in surprise.

"Yes, the people in this village are all from the Chi family."

The boy nodded.

Qin Yun nodded, then sat next to him and asked, "Brother, let me ask you, is there a little girl named Chi Yao in your clan?"

"Sister Chi Yao?"

The boy was stunned when he heard this, and then asked warily: "How do you know Sister Chi Yao?"

Qin Yun shrugged and said, "I know your sister Chi Yao, well, we can be considered friends."

"how is this possible!"

The boy didn't believe it.

Qin Yun asked: "Why is it impossible?"

The boy looked at Qin Yun and said, "You are already so old. Sister Chi Yao is only a teenager. How can you be friends with an adult like you?"

When Qin Yun heard these words, the corner of his mouth twitched violently, feeling offended.

Tang Xiaotian next to him couldn't help laughing, but he was also curious. The friend in Qin Yun's mouth was actually a little girl?

Could Mr. Qin...

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly noticed a cold look coming towards him.

Tang Xiaotian trembled, quickly suppressed his smile and lowered his head.

Qin Yun looked away, then looked at the boy and said, "Sister Chi Yao and I are really friends. If you don't believe me, just look at it."

As he spoke, he took out a letter that Chi Yao had sent to him.

The boy paused and said a little embarrassedly: "I...I don't know many words."

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then realized the same thing. How could a seven or eight-year-old child who had only gone to school for half a year know so many words?

"It doesn't matter, you take me to meet the elders of your clan, and they will identify me by then."

Qin Yun put the letter away and said.

The boy hesitated for a moment, looked at Qin Yun and asked, "Are you really not a bad person?"

Qin Yun laughed dumbly: "If I were a bad guy, how dare I go up the mountain so openly?"

The boy thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I will take you to see our elders. If they don't ask you to come in, you can't blame me."

Looking at the boy's innocent look, I couldn't help but laugh, touched his head and said, "Okay."

So, surrounded by a group of children, Qin Yun and Tang Xiaotian walked towards the Wugu Clan's village.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the stockade. Only when he stood in the stockade in person did Qin Yun deeply feel the splendor of the stockade.

Although the entire village looks very old, the neat wooden houses, the bluestone road that leads to the bottom, and the flowers and trees planted between the houses make it feel like entering a pure land.

Qin Yun glanced over and found that the village was much larger than he had imagined. There were hundreds of houses and buildings that he could see, and some that spread to the top of the mountain could not be seen.

"Is this the Witch Gu Clan? I didn't expect it to be so big."

Tang Xiaotian was also shocked. The ability to build such a large village on this steep mountain was probably not something that could be completed in one era, but was the result of the joint efforts of several or even dozens of generations of the Wu Gu tribe.

"You guys wait here, I'll call someone!"

At this time, the boy looked back at Qin Yun and said, then walked quickly towards the village.

While waiting, Qin Yun couldn't help but wander around. He found that the layout of the village was quite particular, as if it was laid out with the patterns of a certain formation.

"Mr. Qin, look over there."

At this time, Tang Xiaotian suddenly spoke.

Qin Yun looked back and saw a huge ancient sycamore tree on one side of the village entrance. It was estimated that more than a dozen adults would not be able to surround the ancient tree. The whole tree was a hundred meters high. It could be said that It is a big tree in the true sense of the sky.

But just above the big tree, there are many colorful ropes hanging, fluttering in the wind, which is very beautiful.

"Mr. Qin, what is that?"

Tang Xiaotian couldn't help but ask.

Qin Yun said: "Worry-free tree."

"Worry-free tree?"

Tang Xiaotian scratched his head and said, "What is the Worry-free Tree?"

Qin Yun shook his head and explained: "One of the four sacred trees of Buddhism, which means it can eliminate disasters and pray for blessings. It is just a general term. It is a kind of faith and thought sustenance for the world. It is also called a blessing tree and a disaster-removing tree."

Tang Xiaotian suddenly realized: "So that's it. Mr. Qin is really knowledgeable."

Qin Yun smiled slightly, not because he was knowledgeable, but because he had some knowledge of these things back then.

"Then can I go and worship?"

Tang Xiaotian continued to ask.

Qin Yun quickly shook his head: "No, this kind of tree is generally praised as a god by the locals. What does it mean for you, an outsider, to worship it?"

"Ok."

Tang Xiaotian shrank his neck and took a step back.

But Qin Yun's eyes were fixed on the ancient sycamore tree for a long time. He had a feeling that if the spiritual energy really revived and the immortal gate opened wide, maybe this ancient tree could become a spirit.

Just as Qin Yun was looking at the ancient tree, the boy who left came back, followed behind him was an old man who looked a little old.

"Grandpa, that's him. He said he knew Sister Chi Yao."

The boy held the old man's hand with one hand and pointed to Qin Yun with the other.

Qin Yun looked away, looked at the old man and said, "Hello, old man."

The old man looked Qin Yun up and down and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Chi Yao's friend, and I came here specifically to see her."

Qin Yun said with a smile.

"Are you really a friend of our Saint?"

The old man didn't believe it.

Qin Yun had already known that Chi Yao was a saint of the Witch Gu Clan. He nodded and said, "Yes, this is the letter she wrote to me at that time, inviting me to be a guest."

As he spoke, he took out the letter again.

The old man reached out and took it, took a look at it, and then said: "This handwriting really looks a bit like the handwriting of a saint."

"Grandpa, that means he is sister Chiyao's friend?"

the boy asked.

"How can you be so impudent as to call the saint by her first name? Be careful in the future. Now that the saint has been crowned, be careful about your identity in the future!"

The old man scolded.

The boy let out a grievance, then lowered his head.

The old man ignored him and looked at Qin Yun and said: "Little brother, are you really a friend of our saint?"

"It's true."

Qin Yun nodded.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Let's do this. I'll go and inform you, but I don't guarantee that you can see the saint. After all, she is now..."