Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

From time to time, the mountains shrouded in night would be echoed by the roars and roars of powerful monsters hunting, which was extremely terrifying.

In the depths of a primeval forest that is difficult for ordinary people to set foot, a figure floats on the top of a giant tree, fluttering in the wind, like a drop of fairy dust.

Beside him stood another man.

He was a young man who looked handsome and straight, but he was full of respect for the people around him: "Senior brother, we have been searching in this area for a long time, but we did not find the things mentioned in the pavilion, nor did we find anything strange. Xiang, could it be that Master made a mistake?"

"Presumptuous." The voice scolded coldly, "Master, you, a registered disciple, can speak arbitrarily to me? You can slap it yourself!"

The young man shivered in fright, and then he humbly bent down and slapped his face with his hand: "I...I deserve to be slapped. I said the wrong thing."

Although he was the one who slapped the blame, he didn't dare to show any mercy to himself.

The slaps landed on the cheeks one after another, making a crisp sound.

Within a few slaps, that handsome face was covered with bruises, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

But he still didn't dare to stop and slapped him one slap after another.

In this way, he didn't know how many times he slapped himself, until finally his cheek was so numb that he could no longer feel the pain, and the senior brother in front of him slowly said: "Okay."

"Thank you...Senior Brother Xie Di." The young man who had already slapped his face into a pig's head breathed a sigh of relief as he was pardoned.

Although they are brothers.

But their identities are very different.

The senior brother in front of him is his master's true disciple.

And he is just a registered disciple.

To put it bluntly, I just let the servants be a little bit better.

It's different for true disciples.

That is the person who passed on the mantle of his master.

There are hundreds of registered disciples of Master, but there are only seven true disciples in total.

The senior brother Di Jie in front of him was the third oldest and was favored by his master.

With this thought in his mind, Di Jie suddenly said: "Junior brother, I heard that master brought you back from this mountain. This place should not be far from your home, right?"

When the young man heard this, he immediately bowed down respectfully: "Yes, senior brother, our village is only about ten miles away from here."

"In that case, let's go to your village so that you can go home and visit your relatives!" Di Jie said with a condescending look on his face, "I'm also going to see how you mortals live in this wilderness."

When the young man heard this, his face was filled with surprise: "Senior brother, being able to come to our village is a blessing that our village has cultivated over many lifetimes. Thank you, senior brother."

The young man was none other than Qinghao, the prodigy from Qingshan Village who had joined the Jiange.

At this moment, he knew that this was the best time for him to get closer to the senior brother in front of him.

Go back to the village and prepare some 'local specialties' for this senior brother. If this senior brother can put in a good word for himself in front of his master in the future.

Maybe you can remove the word "name" in front of your name as a disciple.

Afterwards, Qinghao led the way with his senior brother in the direction of Qingshan Village with a happy face.

A distance of more than ten miles would take most of the day for many ordinary people.

But for their practitioners, it's just a cup of tea.

Soon, the hilltop where Qingshan Village is located came into view.

Seeing that the village was built against the mountain but was in dilapidated condition and could not be compared with the luxurious palaces of Jiange, Di Jie had a look of contempt and disgust in his eyes.

But Qing Hao on the side could not suppress the joy on his face.

The Jiange is high above the world, far away from the world of mortals. After he left home, he seemed to be taken into the Jiange and became the pride of Qingshan Village.

But he himself was not as prosperous as he imagined in Jiange, and could even be said to be very poor.

As for coming back, that is even more difficult.

Therefore, over the years, he has at most occasionally brought back a few letters to his family to ensure their safety, and secretly smuggled in some insignificant exercises, pills, and the like to provide some small benefits for his family.

Never came back from beginning to end.

And now that he was back in the place where he was born and raised, he felt even more excited.

But as he got closer, the joy on his face visibly froze.

Because... the atmosphere in the cottage below is obviously not right.

It was already midnight, and logically the people in the village should have fallen asleep.

But at this moment, the torches in the village lit up the entire village, and there was a lot of people inside.

It was noisy.

From time to time there were screams of grief and anger.

What's going on here?

Qinghao panicked slightly, moved a little faster, and the next moment he was already in the village.

All the tribesmen in the village were startled at first, and then their faces turned into surprise after seeing Qing Hao clearly.

"It's Haozi."

"Haozi is back."

"Our genius is back."

Cheers and cheers echoed in the village.

But soon, the cheers turned into sounds of sadness and indignation...

"Haozi, you have to make the decision for us."

"Haozi, look at your cousin, he's dying."

"There is also Qingrong. Qingrong went to reason with that demon girl, but he was also injured. He was really bullying our Qingshan Village."

"..."

Everyone gathered around Qinghao, talking to each other with expressions of sorrow and anger on their faces.

Qinghao was still a little confused at first, but when he saw his uncle Qinghu, who was covered in blood and his chest was collapsed, and Qingrong, who was seriously injured, his eyes instantly turned into murderous intent: "Who did it. "

Qinghao was completely angered.

It just doesn't make sense.

Although he, Qinghao, lives in the Jiange as humble as a lowly gangster, in this world of ordinary people, he is still a well-known genius.

Because of his reputation, Qingshan Village has become the largest village within a hundred miles in recent years, and no one dares to offend him.

As a result, now, one of his own people has been so seriously injured, which is extremely wanton.

"It was a witch from the small village called Shicun next door who did it." The hunting team that had escaped with Qingrong said angrily, "Our people were hunting in the nearby mountains and forests during the day, and the Shicun's The hunter actually wanted to steal our prey, so we punished him a little, but the other party dared to fight back and injured Qinghu."

"We came to the door, and the other party actually seriously injured Qinghu directly."

"The leader of Qingrong took us to ask for an explanation, but a demon girl from the other side injured Qingrong again, and a young man directly killed two of our tribesmen."

"..."

A group of tribesmen were confusing right and wrong and adding fuel to the fire.

Qing Hao was so angry that he almost broke his teeth and said fiercely:

"You didn't tell the other party that you were a member of Qinghao's tribe?"

"We told you that they didn't take you seriously at all, and they didn't even take Jiange seriously. They told Jiange to go find him."

"Presumptuous." Di Jie, who had been watching the excitement from the sidelines, changed his expression at this moment and shouted angrily.