Qi Wuhuo was listening attentively. He subconsciously walked forward and took a few more steps to avoid the rocks. The full moon was hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight was flowing down like water. His vision suddenly opened up and the person reciting the poem came into his sight.

Under the full moon, on the blue stone, an old man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged. He had white hair and beard, but he looked very energetic. There was a gourd hanging around his waist. With a smile on his lips, he was extending his hand to wave him over.

As winter night approached, I met an old man in the mountains.

It could be a passerby who had lost his way, but it could also be a demon in disguise. Qi Wuhuo pursed his lips, held the place where he was carrying the backpack with his left hand, and pressed his right hand down to his waist, where there was a small dagger that was sharpened.

He was young but never bullied by the hooligans in the town. It was impossible that he just relied on the knowledge from books.

He took a few steps forward and said, "It's getting late. Winter is coming soon. It's especially cold in the mountains. It's almost freezing to death at midnight. Why are you still staying here, old man?"

Naturally, the boy's actions could not be hidden from the many "immortal students" around him.

The many birds, beasts, and monsters hiding nearby were almost terrified when they saw this. The old man in front of them must be a man of status and magical powers. He came here and cast an extremely mysterious spell, which attracted many monsters to preach. Although the monsters did not know his identity, they were all very respectful.

I don't know how this young man got in here and he's so courageous.

Next to him was a white-browed tiger with its claws covering its mouth, its eyes wide open like a big cat in the world. Even a newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger, so this young child was actually not afraid of anything? !

The old man didn't think anything of it. He just stroked his beard, then smiled and pointed at his legs, saying:

"My family lives in the west of the capital. I came here to visit my relatives and friends. I saw that the scenery of this mountain was very beautiful, so I went up the mountain to enjoy it. Unknowingly, I missed the time. When I was in a hurry to go down the mountain, I took a wrong step and broke my leg."

"There's no one in front of me and no road behind me. I can only sit here for a while and make some noise, hoping that there are still woodcutters and mountaineers who haven't come down the mountain yet and can lead them over to help me."

"Otherwise, with the heavy snow blocking the mountain today, I'm afraid I'll die on the mountain and be eaten by wild beasts."

This joke made all the monsters on the mountain shudder. Qi Wuhuo took a look and saw that the old man's legs and feet were indeed abnormal under the moonlight. He let down his guard a little, walked forward and checked the wound. He indeed felt flesh and blood, and it was undoubtedly a human.

Seeing that it was an elderly man, most of his hesitation disappeared. He half-knelt and asked the old man to stretch out his injured leg. He pressed on it and checked it. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's not bad. No bones or muscles are injured. Apply some medicine to the wound and rest. It will recover in about a month."

He first straightened the old man's bones, then took out some dry food and water in a bamboo tube for the old man to drink to fill his stomach. The old man smiled and said, "Young brother, do you know any medical skills?"

Qi Wuhuo helped to bind the injured leg with a strip of cloth and said without looking up:

"Five years ago, when I was fleeing from a disaster, I traveled with a gentleman for a while and he taught me a few things."

The old man looked slightly strange and asked, "So he is your teacher?"

"Where is he now?"

Qi Wuhuo paused and replied:

"When I was passing through Bingzhou, I accidentally fell into the demon country. There were hundreds of thousands of displaced people at the time. The demon ghosts were doing business at the roadside [vegetable market], using people as vegetables. To pass the demon country checkpoint, they had to pay 100 kilograms of 'vegetable meat'. He walked into the vegetable market himself, and it was my turn to get out."

"He said: The young ones will live."

The old man looked more ashamed, and suddenly he felt his legs tighten. It turned out that Qi Wuhuo had tied up his injured leg. Then the young man breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and smiled, "In this case, your leg is fine. But it's getting late, and there may be heavy snow in the next few days."

"When the snow melts, the mountains are extremely cold. Even blind bears will find a place to lie down and sleep. If you don't mind, you can stay at my house for a while until your injury heals. Or I can carry you to the town at the foot of the mountain. Although the town is remote, there is an inn where you can stay."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "I feel very compatible with little brother."

"If you don't think I'm bothering you, I'd really like to spend more time with you."

So Qi Wuhuo tied a rope around the backpack, hung it around his neck, placed it in front of himself, squatted down slightly, let the old man lie on his back, and then stood up.

He often went in and out of the mountains and forests, chopping wood and carrying firewood. He was actually in good physical condition, and carrying an old man on his back was not a big deal, as he still walked very fast.

The night fog from before was still thick, but now Qi Wuhuo could see it.

The old man lowered his eyes slightly, intending to test his character, so he did not let the fog dissipate, but made it even deeper, making the mountain road seem steep, and his own weight gradually increased.

When Qi Wuhuo took ten steps, he was still just an ordinary old man.

After taking twenty steps, he feels like a thirty-year-old man.

After walking more than a hundred steps, it was almost like carrying a stone statue on his back. Qi Wuhuo's strength had just reached its limit. He was extremely tired but could still hold on. His pace gradually slowed down, but he never stopped.

The night finally deepened.

As winter approaches, the wild beasts in the mountains are starving. They have to store enough fat to survive the cold winter. The sky is dark blue, the trees are silhouetted, and the howling of wolves can be heard, as if they are approaching.

If it were an ordinary person, most of them would have been trembling with fear.

Qi Wuhuo's breathing was a little disordered, but his steps were still steady. He just lowered his right hand to hold the dagger at his waist. Apart from that, the young man's sweat-soaked clothes and the heat on his neck proved that he was indeed extremely physically exhausted.

The old man nodded in approval.

Suddenly Qi Wuhuo whispered, "Old sir, I held down the dagger just now when we first met, and then invited you to come down the mountain. It was a bit presumptuous. I hope you don't mind it. I smelled the scent of a monster, so I was worried."

The old man seemed surprised: "Monster?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Yes."

The old man asked, "Can you smell the monster?"

Qi Wuhuo paused, and then replied:

"If you see a lot of monsters, you'll be able to smell them a little bit."

The old man was speechless. Considering the previous demon country and the disaster, he knew that this was definitely not a memory that ordinary people would be willing to come into contact with.

Suddenly I felt that testing my character in this way was boring.

Isn’t the character of this young man as clear as the bright moon?

He sighed secretly and simply dissipated the spell.

Qi Wuhuo did not notice that the weight of the old man behind him suddenly weakened.

There was also a mysterious feeling surging into his body, healed the many hidden injuries left by the disaster. Qi Wuhuo only felt that his meridians were instantly relaxed, yang energy was generated in the soles of his feet, and the lost physical strength was restored in an instant. When he looked up again, the night fog had dissipated, and lights could be seen faintly in the road ahead.

Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said happily:

"Father, we've arrived at my town."

After saying this, he walked down the mountain with the old man on his back.

The moonlight in the sky was bright and clear, and the young man walked with big strides. Walking in the mountains at night is a very dangerous thing, but in places invisible to the naked eye, there is a group of goblins and monsters protecting them, driving away the evil spirits silently, like a ceremonial guard, with a solemn and awe-inspiring manner, a fox holding a candle in front, and a tiger pressing its claws behind.

The hungry wolves and wild beasts did not dare to come over, and the wandering ghosts and spirits gathered in the mountains with evil spirits did not dare to bully them.

There was a mountain god in this place who was wandering at night, free and easy. He saw a group of monsters walking around at night from afar and was dumbfounded. He retreated more than a hundred miles in horror. When he looked back, he was still in the area shrouded by fog. He could not see the way forward or the way back. He was extremely frightened, fearing that some demon, great sage or immortal from land was on patrol, so he hurriedly burned incense to inform the gods.

Qi Wuhuo walked down the mountain and the old man looked back.

The night fog that covered the mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles suddenly dissipated. The fog became smaller and smaller, and in the end, it was just a piece of purple gauze on the hat.

In addition, the mountains and rivers are clear, the wind is gentle and the moon is bright.

That's all.

"Let's go back to our little brother's place."

"You carried me for 1,200 steps, so we should make a good relationship."