"Lao He, do you know where this Sanssouci Valley is?"

Leng Baihu thought about it, and didn't seem to have heard of this place, so he asked He Chengying, who was driving a car outside.

After a while, He Chengying's voice came from outside: "Little friend...... Are you going to this Sanssouci Valley?"

"Mr. Fei knows?" Xiao Chen asked as he sat in the car.

"This ......"

Outside, He Chengying hesitated for a while before he said: "About a Jiazi ago, when I was still young, I heard my grandfather talk about rumors about Sanssouci Valley......" At this point, he stopped, as if he was in a moment of contemplation.

"Oh?"

Xiao Chen stared and said to him, "I want to hear about it." ”

The cold white fox also listened carefully in the carriage, and after a while, he heard He Chengying outside continue: "At that time, I often heard my grandfather say that there is a big abyss at the end of Xishu, and every after dusk, the sun sets from there, and there is a deep valley to the north, which is called ' Legend has it that in ancient times, there was an immortal who passed there, and the mountains and rivers were extraordinary, in order to avoid the spiritual power leaking out, he laid down a formation there, and then the Sanssouci Valley disappeared from the eyes of the world, every thousand years, only when the Sanssouci flowers bloomed in the valley, the spiritual power of the formation was temporarily dispersed, and only once did it appear......"

After listening to him, Leng Baihu also became interested, and asked: "Lao He, why haven't I heard you tell me about these things before? Could it be that there are really immortals in this world......

The latter sentence seemed to be talking to himself, outside the carriage, He Chengying smiled: "These are the stories that my grandfather told me when I was young, where is it really ......"

"What does Mr. mean, on weekdays, you can't find the location of this Sanssouci Valley at all?"

At this moment, Xiao Chen asked again, and the cold white fox next to him looked at him, seeing that he looked serious at this time, it didn't seem like he was joking, could it be that he took the legend that Lao He just told seriously?

"This ......"

He Chengying seemed to be a little hesitant, smiled bitterly, and said: "These are all things that my grandfather told me when I was a child, and their authenticity needs to be investigated, but ......"

"But what?"

Leng Baihu couldn't wait to ask, it seemed that he was quite interested in the rumors of these gods and demons.

"But ......" At this moment, He Chengying's tone also seemed to become serious: "I ...... seventeen years ago"

"Seventeen years ago? wasn't that the year I was born?"

The cold white fox interrupted him again, and He Chengying nodded: "Yes, it was the year when Gongzi was born, and the heavy snow fell, and it rained for several months, until one night, dozens of strange rays in the sky suddenly chased in the northwest direction, disturbing the spiritual veins of the mountains and rivers, and the heavy snow stopped that night, and later I learned that night, there were many Xuanmen immortal cultivators who passed by the sword, and it was in the direction of Sanssouci Valley, but they never came out again......"

"Xuanmen, the ...... of immortal cultivators"

Hearing this, Leng Baihu couldn't help but be stunned, after all, he was young, and he knew very little about cultivating immortals and Xuanmen, and what he knew was not too many rumors, it was rumored that those who cultivated immortals were all like immortals, swords and worlds, moving mountains and reclamation, as if they could do anything.

"Brother Wuchen, aren't you surprised at all?"

When the cold white fox came back to his senses and saw Xiao Chen, who had not changed at all on his face, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise, why did Brother Wuchen hear these things, and his face seemed to be like a stop water, without any waves?

Xiao Chen said: "In the realm outside the square, it is not surprising that there are masters. ”

Outside the carriage, He Chengying saw that he said so plainly, and he was slightly stunned in his heart, and said: "I listened to what Xiaoyou said, it seems that Xiaoyou has some understanding of cultivating the true Xuanmen outside this world. ”

Xiao Chen said: "I know a little bit about it. ”

......

The carriage drove for another day, and suddenly it rained in the sky, and on this day, Xiao Chen no longer asked about Sanssouci Valley, and the cold white fox was still the same as a few days ago, talking endlessly along the way.

"By the way, Brother Wuchen, you haven't told me yet, that day in the valley, how did you know where the weaknesses of the Golden Lion Crazy Knife were? Even the secret of his cover, Brother Wuchen can know everything about it, what kind of ability is this, otherwise you can teach me, right?"

The cold white fox looked at Xiao Chen expectantly, only to see that he had his hands in his sleeves, closing his eyes and recuperating, and for more than a month, he was in this mortal world, and without the previous cultivation, his state of mind had changed unconsciously, and even his eyes were no longer as cold as before.

At this time, he looked more like a red dust passerby in this mortal world, rather than the desireless heavenly lord that thousands of people looked up to in the past.

"Do you want to know?"

Under the cold white fox's constant questioning, Xiao Chen finally opened his eyes, and the cold white fox became even more interested, and kept nodding with a smile: "Of course!

Xiao Chen said: "This skill is called 'Wangqi'. ”

"Wangqi?"

Leng Baihu looked at him, scratched his head, and said to himself: "Isn't this Qi Hope Technique a trick used by those Jianghu warlocks to see feng shui, but it is actually a trick to deceive people......

"Definitely. ”

Xiao Chen said again: "Everything has its own qi, and the change of one qi is suitable for all shapes. ”

"This ......"

The cold white fox scratched his head, for a moment, it was difficult to understand these obscure and esoteric sentences, and He Chengying listened outside, thinking that this little friend did have a big furrow in his chest, not like a young man in his twenties.

"Observing things with the heart, condensing them with the gods, observing the light everywhere, and observing the movement quietly, then the feelings of all things will be displayed in the front. ”

Xiao Chen said: "You close your eyes, concentrate and calm down, listen to the sound of raindrops falling outside, and then try to imagine the picture of every drop of rain falling until the rain stops, remember not to disturb the breath." ”

"Okay!

Leng Baihu didn't say anything more, immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, stopped making a sound, and did what Xiao Chen said, thinking that Brother Wuchen's ability was so good, he must let himself learn to sense all things in heaven and earth first.

Xiao Chen looked out the window and shook his head, this time it was finally quiet.

It wasn't until twilight that the rain finally stopped, but I saw the green mountains in the distance, the smoke and water were hazy, and there were white cranes passing through them, and the gentle cry came faintly from the clouds.

The cold white fox finally opened his eyes, looking at the empty mountain after the rain, and suddenly felt a sense of tranquility, Xiao Chen said: "How?

"I ......"

Leng Baihu scratched his head, how did he feel as if he was asleep just now? Embarrassed to say it for a while, Xiao Chen said: "It's okay, in the future, in your spare time every day, you can just practice like this." ”

"Good Ratcha!"

The cold white fox was very excited, looked outside again, saw that it was getting dark, and asked outside, "Lao He, where is this?"

He Chengying said with a smile: "Not far in front of the Bashan boundary, after Bashan, more than 300 miles, you will arrive at the White Fox Villa." ”

"I'm finally going home...... Hey, hey!"

Leng Baihu smiled at Xiao Chen, and said: "Brother Wuchen, will you go to White Fox Villa with me this time......?"

"That's right, that's fine. ”

If it was in the past, Xiao Chen would definitely thank him politely, but now he thinks that he no longer has the cultivation he used to have, and in the vast river, it is no longer appropriate to look for a certain place without scruples as before.

Besides, I heard He Chengying say yesterday that seventeen years ago, the Sanssouci Valley had attracted people from the Xuanmen Gate, and I was afraid that there would be something strange about this matter.

On the second day, the carriage has passed through the boundary of Ba Mountain, and traveled to noon, and finally came to the White Fox Villa, but saw that the houses on the village are like houses, pavilions and pavilions are hidden in the green bushes, although it is not like the Xuanmen everywhere fairy island is suspended, the aura is surrounded, but it is also quite magnificent.

"Fox...... You're back!"

I saw Zhuang Shang walking out of a hurry, followed by two maids, and the person was dressed in light red clothes, green silk like a waterfall, and his face was very delicate, as if he was only a little girl in his early twenties, not someone else, but it was the mother of the cold white fox, at this time in her eyes, with a little joy, but also with a little worry.

"Mother!"

Leng Baihu ran over and plunged into his mother's arms, Mrs. Leng shook her head and smiled: "Are you still young?" At the end of the words, she saw the white-haired man walking with Lao He and asked, "This son is ......?"

"Under ......"

Xiao Chen was about to speak, and Leng Baihu preemptively said: "Mother, he is a friend I met on the way back, his name is Wuchen, but it's amazing! I'll tell you, ...... that day."

Seeing that he was talking like a river again, and talked endlessly, Mrs. Leng smiled helplessly, and gently scratched his nose dotingly, but this time it can be regarded as reassuring, she received Lao He's flying pigeon transmission before, and heard that they were attacked in the Shushan realm, but she has been hanging in fear.

"Hey......

After Leng Baihu finished speaking, he smiled at Xiao Chen again: "Brother Wuchen, this is my mother, you see that my mother is beautiful, right?"

"You kid......"

Mrs. Leng tapped lightly on his forehead, and smiled at Xiao Chen: "Along the way, thank you for taking care of the white fox." ”

Madame was serious. Xiao Chen bowed his hand slightly, not rude.

Mrs. Leng smiled lightly and made a gesture of please: "Dustless boy, please." ”

When I arrived at the village, I saw a lot of people, and above the main hall, there was a middle-aged man with a lofty spirit, who was the father of Leng Baihu, Leng Qianfeng.

"Daddy!"

The cold white fox ran to the palace, but saw his father's stern face, and then he thought that a few months ago, he sneaked out, and then his father asked He Bolai to find him......

"Humph!"

Leng Qianfeng looked at him with a stern face, but he had been worried before, and now that he saw that Leng Baihu had finally returned safe and sound, he finally put his mind at ease.

"Hey......

Leng Baihu scratched his head and smiled, and told the whole story of the Golden Lion Crazy Knife before, after listening, Leng Qianfeng's face was even more like a layer of frost: "He is Crazy Lion Castle, and his courage is inevitably too big......"

At the end of the words, Leng Qianfeng looked at Xiao Chen and hugged his fists: "Before, thank you Wuchen Gongzi." But I thought in my heart, this young man has an extraordinary face, but where is it sacred?

Leng Baihu smiled: "Brother Wuchen wants to go to Sanssouci Valley, otherwise, Daddy will send someone to find this Sanssouci Valley, Brother Wuchen will stay and teach me the art of looking at qi." ”

Hearing this, Leng Qianfeng stared at Xiao Chen and looked at Xiao Chen: "Dustless boy, but you want to find the legendary Sanssouci Valley?"

"Exactly. ”

"Good, good ......"

Leng Qianfeng's expression froze, without the slightest hesitation, and immediately said to He Chengying: "Uncle He, you immediately arrange people to find the location of Sanssouci Valley." ”

"So, there is a farmer. Xiao Chen hugged his fists and said to the head of the hall.

......

On this night, the stars and moon were brilliant, reflecting the entire White Fox Villa clearly and flawlessly.

In the room, Leng Qianfeng's eyebrows were deeply locked, and Mrs. Leng sat beside him, took a thin shirt, and draped it on his shoulders: "This time, let's think of it as a fox training outside, it's good that he can meet a friend outside......"

"Good is good, it's just ......"

Leng Qianfeng raised his head, stopped talking, and finally looked at the lady in front of him, and said, "Didn't the lady see it at all?"

Mrs. Leng smiled lightly: "That son is so extraordinary, how can I not see it......"

"Alas......"

Leng Qianfeng sighed heavily: "This friend that the fox made this time is probably not our mortal people......