Yuanqiyuan's dragon

"I don't know if this spiritual spring is really as magical as Lan Shang said." Lan Yuan said lightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth meant nothing.

"Since the villagers make a living from this, there shouldn't be any problems." Qing Lu frowned slightly.

Lan Yuan nodded noncommittally, closed his eyes and took a rest. As expected, he was still a little tired just after waking up. Qing Lu sat quietly by the bed, and a warm atmosphere permeated the room until Lan Shang, who was looking for the villagers, left in a hurry. return.

She knocked on the open door and walked in, her expression was no longer the cheerfulness when she just left, but rather embarrassed.

"Shangjun Lanyuan, Lord Qinglu." She looked at Qinglu who turned her head to stare at him, struggled for a while, and finally opened her mouth, "I was just asking the villagers for the exact location of the Lingquan, but I didn't Thinking about it alarmed the village chief, and the village chief insisted on coming to see you and tell you about Lingquan in person..."

"Oh, where is the village chief now?" Lan Yuan asked with great interest, could there be something wrong with the spiritual spring, otherwise why would the village chief insist on coming to see them in person.

"It's just outside." Lan Shang replied, obviously she didn't expect why things would develop like this when she simply wanted to soak in a spiritual spring.

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for me to go out now, so let him come in." After Lan Yuan finished speaking, Lan Shang agreed, and went out to call for someone.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the village chief appeared in front of them.Although this person is only a lord, he has a stable temperament around him. When he met the two of them, although he looked respectful, he was neither humble nor overbearing. No wonder he was elected as the village head by the villagers.

He greeted the two of them, and then said, "Thank you two immortals for saving the villagers of our Guquan Village not long ago. The little immortals are very grateful."

As he said that, a trace of sincere gratitude flashed in his eyes, and then he said with a little embarrassment: "Shangxian was injured in order to save us, and it is very suitable to go to Lingquan to heal the wound. In terms of emotion and reason, we should have agreed to you, but, It’s not that we refuse to promise, it’s really impossible now.”

"Oh, I can't do it. Why did the village chief make such a statement? Could it be that there are some difficulties." Lan Yuan asked, and even Qing Lu looked up at him, aroused a bit.

The village chief smiled wryly: "It's strange to say that, since our ancestors discovered the beauty of this spiritual spring and settled here, our village has been relying on this spiritual spring water for a living, but just a few years ago, this spiritual spring Something has changed, and for some reason, the spring water that was pouring in continuously has become more and more scarce, but now this spiritual spring..."

"How could this be..." Lan Shang was a little surprised.

The village chief sighed: "Why don't some Shangxian follow me to have a look, and then I will know."

Qing Lu turned his head and looked at Lan Yuan, a little worried about his body, Lan Yuan's heart warmed up, but he nodded amusedly, how could he be so weak again, when the village chief came just now, he didn't want to go out, it was just because he didn't want to go out. It's just a waste of energy for unrelated people, but now Qinglu is a little interested in this matter, of course he can get up anytime, anywhere.

"You guys go out first, I'll follow you to take a look later." He said to the village chief and Lan Shang, and the two obediently went outside to wait, closing the door by the way.

Lan Yuan got up, began to pack himself, took out a piece of clothes, and replaced the crumpled one, Qing Lu couldn't help but stepped forward to help him tie the belt and buttons, Lan Yuan smiled and let him do it for him .

"Do you think there is something abnormal about this spiritual spring?" Qinglu asked while wearing his clothes belt. Reminiscent of the villagers being infiltrated by demon energy, he was faintly worried whether this matter might be related to the demon clan or the demon sword.

"Well, it's hard to say. I'm afraid we have to go and have a look to find out the specific situation." Lan Yuan thought for a while, "However, this matter should have little to do with the villagers being attacked. From the tone of the village chief just now, this Something happened to Lingquan a few years ago, but they were attacked only recently, but it's hard to judge now."

Qing Lu nodded, it seemed that no matter what, he still had to go to the Lingquan.After the two packed up, they opened the door and went out. They saw the village chief and Lan Shang waiting aside at a glance. Lan Yuan nodded at them: "Let's go."

The village chief leads the way, and Lingquan is on the back mountain. Along the way, the mountain road in the second half is inevitably a little rough, and there will be occasional unmelted snow on the road. Qinglu can't help but stretch out his hand to support Lan Yuan, the two walked behind.Lan Yuan's eyes flickered, and he simply put his arms around Qing Lu, while carefully putting his weight on him, while taking the opportunity to wipe the oil, Qing Lu could not help but glared at him when he felt his small movements , this is a lot more honest.

Slowly, several people arrived at their destination.

"It's here." The village chief pointed to the front and said.

Lan Yuan stood upright, put away his little thoughts along the way, and stepped forward to check the condition of Lingquan.

"This..." He frowned slightly.

Qing Lu also walked forward, and seeing the so-called spiritual spring, he couldn't help but a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.Hearing what the village chief said, although he already had a premonition that the situation in Lingquan might be a bit bad, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.The spiritual spring in front of me may no longer be called a spring, but a small puddle that has just covered the surface of the ground, and occasionally bubbles can be seen from the spring's eye.The dry surface is exposed beside it, and looking around, this spiritual spring is a deep pit with some water below it.

Lan Yuan raised his hand, and a wisp of spiritual spring water gently floated up from below. He quietly felt the pure fairy power contained in the spiritual spring in front of him. Sure enough, it deserved the title of spiritual spring, but the spring water was too dry. It's amazing, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

"Shangxian..." The village chief couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It's a pity." The spring water fell back into the spring again, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Do you know why this happened?"

"The little fairies don't know about this either." The village chief was a little helpless.

Qinglu carefully observed the situation of this spiritual spring, he raised his head: "The eye of this spring does not seem to be blocked, and there is no problem with this spring water, so it must be the problem of the source, do you know where this spring water comes from?"

The village head shook his head: "This... I don't know."

Lan Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Since the villagers have lived here for so long, it is rare that no one really went to investigate the origin of this spiritual spring. Before he could think about it, he heard a trivial sound behind a piece of rubble next to him.

"Who?" He looked over, and casually launched a fierce attack, smashing the half-human-sized gravel into pieces with one palm, causing the large and small stones to be scattered all over the ground in an instant, and the people hiding behind the stone were startled. Jump, and quickly jumped to the side, dodging the wave of falling stones.

The man just stood still, but the spiritual power condensed by Qinglu pressed against his neck.

"Who?" Thinking of the villagers being attacked not long ago, Qing Lu wondered if this person had anything to do with this time.

This man is only a half-year-old boy, he must have just practiced not long ago, and he is only a human being, but his ability to hide his own breath is amazing. If he hadn't accidentally made some noises when he squatted behind a rock and his legs went numb, even Lan Yuan None of them found his existence.

"Shangxian, spare me, I'm not a bad person..." The young man looked bitterly, wrinkledly looking at the sword formed by condensing spiritual power on his neck.

Qing Lu was indifferent, the sword in his hand was firmly pointed at his neck, and it only needed a slight movement to penetrate the distance of his neck.

"Shangxian, Shangxian, show mercy." At this time, the village head beside him spoke.

"Why, do you know this village chief?" Lan Yuan stood aside with a half-smile.Looking at the young man's clothes, he is different from the people in the village. It can be seen that he is not a person who lives in this ancient spring village, but he suddenly appeared near this spiritual spring. No matter how you look at it, it is extremely strange.

In addition, when they first came to the village, they walked around the village. It stands to reason that no matter whether they are rich or poor, there should be some grain storage or warehouses in the village. Guquan Village has always been popular because of this magical spring water. , the villagers should be richer.But this village doesn't even have a warehouse, and the villagers don't have any extra property except the daily rations.

Wanting to go to the person who lived in seclusion in the snow-capped mountains mentioned by Lan Shang before, he couldn't help but look at the young man. Now it seems that this rumor is really possible.Even the villagers in this village are very likely to be related to this hidden tribe.

"This... this... alas." The village chief couldn't help sighing, "Shangxian let him go first, and I will tell you slowly." Qing Lu glanced at Lan Yuan and saw him nodding his head. Only then did he withdraw the spiritual power in his hand, turned around and returned to Lan Yuan's side.

"I don't know if Shangxian has heard a rumor that there is a hidden tribe in this snow-capped mountain. They live in the mountain all year round and never show up." The village chief asked.

"We have heard of this, but now it seems that this is more than just a rumor." Lan Yuan glanced at the young man.

"That's right, the rumor is indeed true." The village chief followed his gaze and glanced at him. "This young man is indeed one of the members of this tribe."

Lan Shang stood aside, a little surprised, never expected that someone could survive in such a harsh snow-capped mountain for so many years.

"I'm afraid it's not just him, even you, the village chief, and the people in the village are also members of this tribe." Although it was a question, Lan Yuan said yes.

The village chief glanced at the smiling Lan Yuan. It seemed that this person was not only strong in cultivation, but also in other respects. Fortunately, he had nothing to hide just now... Thinking about it, he couldn't help feeling a little chilly.

"That's right, we are also clansmen who live in seclusion in the snow-capped mountains. Because of the harsh environment in the mountains, we have come out of the snow-capped mountains to find supplies to supply the clansmen in the mountains." The village chief affirmed Lan Yuan's statement.

"Then where do your people live in seclusion?" Lan Yuan then asked.If one wants to survive in the snow-capped mountains all year round, not only is the necessary water source indispensable, but also for the needs of cultivation, one needs to find a place with more spiritual power. Such a place is probably rare in the snow-capped mountains with difficult conditions.

The village head was once again impressed by Lan Yuan's sensitivity, and he glanced at the spiritual spring in front of him: "It's at the source of this spring."

The author has something to say:

On a whim, write a small theater (cover your face):

Village Chief: It seems that this person is not only strong in cultivation, but also in other respects...

Lan Yuan smiled lightly on the surface and said nothing, but secretly looked at Qing Lu: This person said that I am not inferior in "other aspects"...

Qinglu (cold face): Really?

Lan Yuan (shy): Is it true, you will know if you try it

Qing Law: ...

Then... Fell down... The author had too much nosebleed and was unfortunately killed in battle. Dear friends, make up your own brains