"Eat something. I think the children are freezing."
It’s been an hour since Lin Chong finished the battle of Fu Yao. Seeing that he was as old as a village chief and as young as a tiger, he turned blue with cold, so he went back to get some mushrooms and put them on a plate to send out the plane wall and put them in the snow.
As soon as the mushrooms came out, they immediately turned into a plate of golden mushrooms with a lingering fairy smell.
"This, this mountain fairy home Jin Ru? ！” The village chief looked pleasantly surprised. "Erhu has not invaded the winter in cold and heat since eating Xianjia Jinru. I didn’t expect us to have this good fortune today!"
"oh? Erhu, did he say that? " Lin chong is interested.
"That’s it!" The village chief carefully distributed the golden mushrooms to the villagers. The villagers took the golden mushrooms, first studied them, then tasted them, while eating them, and their faces were surprised by the smoke from their ancestors’ graves.
Some people say, "We don’t have to worry about freezing to death after eating Xianru Mountain!"
When Lin Chong heard this, he looked at the village head and asked him, "Are you dead?"
"The mountain of Kunlun Mountain is rugged and difficult to climb, just like a straight sky. Eleven people have come here in fashion, and most of them have died of freezing hunger and slipping." The village chief sighed. "Thanks to the fairy for giving us mercy, we don’t have to die of freezing hunger for our return trip."
This ….. Lin sighed gives birth to compassion.
He suddenly had an idea.
"Wait a minute, I’ll give you something."
Chapter 21 Be a hero
In front of the plane wall, xu jia cun, all of them waited eagerly, but they didn’t leave until they saw the fairy. Then they suddenly rushed back to look at the youngest tiger.
"Tiger, what weapon are you?"
Tiger, who is only six years old, suddenly froze for a moment and didn’t know what to answer.
"I think your father is a knife. Why don’t I make you a sword?"
The immortal words made Xiaohu even more stupid. Why did his father give him a sword instead of a knife?
Next to the village head, it is overjoyed that the fairy can send Excalibur!
"Don’t thank the gods for their kindness!"
The village chief kicked Xiaohu to his knees. Xiaohufu’s mind could not say anything. He knocked on the head several times.
"Don’t kneel." The young white fairy scratched his head and had to go.
This walk is less than half an hour
Xu jia cun people in front of a wick sweet also dare not look up until after a wick sweet didn’t hear the fairy movement, have carefully looked up hungrily at the fairy residence.
"The wall is so white, village head. You just said it was a pearl shell system? How many pearls are there! "
"Village head is that a bed collapse? So soft? I am willing to lie down and die! "
"Village head fairy residence how a bit … narrow? It is not as big as my pigsty. "
Bang!
The village chief picked up a cane and gave the last speaker a hard knock on the head.
"F * * king! Hey! "
Yes, yes, the best strong men in the village quickly closed their mouths and continued to stare greedily at the fairy house. These are all bragging about the future. Some people secretly hide golden mushrooms in their skirts, but they are not willing to eat them and give them to their wives and dolls.
About half an hour
The fairy came sighing, kneeling, and everyone was too busy to look straight.
"That little tiger, although the sword is the king of weapons, I’ll make you a knife, so you can inherit your father’s martial arts. After all, home is very important."
Tiger "knocked" three XiangTou agreed.
"And don’t kneel. Are you tired?"
Even though the immortal said this, a few honest people tried to get up, but the village chief knocked their heads with crutches. The immortal said that if you don’t kneel, it’s Ende Xianfan. Why don’t you kneel?
Tired? Can you be exhausted? Frozen? Can freeze to death? There’s something wrong with your knees. Won’t the gods treat you?
It can also make you better than before!
A quarter of an hour passed this time.
Young and white, dressed in gorgeous clothes they had never seen before, the fairy came out again with a smile on her face. "Tiger, why don’t you stick it? I know there is a great hero who can’t stick it in the ground, but you should be as powerful as him."
"Yes!" Tiger finally dared to speak. He knelt down and kowtowed and answered.
Confucius can teach! While kowtowing, the village chief praised this little guy for coming, wondering what changed from a sword to a knife and then to a stick. Is the fairy calculating Tiger’s chance?
The immortal nodded with a smile and went back, holding a stick about two feet long and short. It looks rather rough, but it looks like it was chopped by hand. It must be meaningful to the immortal.
"It’s a little short, but there’s no extra material. You’ll cry if you cut off the mushrooms."
The fairy gently put the short stick in front of Tiger not far away while saying that Tiger is not colloquial.
At the moment when the fairy sent the short stick out of the fairy house, a wonderful scene that everyone in xu jia cun will never forget in his life happened.