It seems that you are going to flee from famine, don't be anxious or panic

Chapter 122 Maintenance

As soon as Huo Jing returned to the temple with Ning Jing, he noticed that there were several unfamiliar auras in the temple.

He didn't know where these people came from, and he didn't intend to pay any attention to them. The most urgent thing now was to find A'an and his eldest son to see if they were okay.

But before he could move, Ning Jing, who was even more anxious than him, shouted, "Dad, where are you and brother?"

Obviously Ning Jing also noticed that someone had come to the temple, and he also saw the killed spiders in the yard, so he was a little worried about the safety of his father and brother.

Ning Yan, who was sleeping with Huo Yun in the room, heard Ning Jing's call and answered loudly: "Brother, son, we are here."

After hearing Ning Yan's answer, Huo immediately determined their location and flew directly to his side.

Then he squatted down while holding Ning Jing in his arms, and asked as he looked at Ning Yan, "Wife, are you and your son okay?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Ning Yan comforted, "Xiao Yun must have flown for too long this time, exhausted himself, and fell asleep."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yun stretched out his hand to feel Huo Yun's pulse, but the pulse condition made him raise an eyebrow. He thought that this time the consumption was serious, and he was worried that Huo Yun's foundation would be damaged. Unexpectedly, this kid's internal strength recovered faster than his, and currently it has recovered 70% to 80%.

However, this child is extremely talented in martial arts. Since he is not injured, he does not need to worry about his health for the time being.

Ning Jian caught Ning Jing, who had thrown himself into his arms, with one hand and patted his head. While Huo Jing was taking Huo Yun's pulse, he used his other hand to take out a tinder to illuminate the area. After seeing Huo Jing's expression, he asked, "Brother, how are you?"

Huo Yun placed his hand on the straw mat and said to Ning Yan, "Don't worry, wife. My son has recovered faster than I have. He might just be tired today. Let him rest first."

Ning Yan nodded in relief when he heard that. As long as everything was fine, I'm glad.

"But we may have to stay here tonight." Huo said again.

Now that their eldest son is in such a condition, it is not convenient for them to move him. Besides, it is getting late, so they should just take a nap and see how things go tomorrow.

"Then let's rest here." Ning Yan said indifferently.

After that, he added: "But I want to take a shower, or change my clothes."

The smell on his body was so bad that he couldn't stand it, and he also wanted to sleep in another room.

"Okay, then go wash. I'll go to the back hall of the temple to get you some water later." Huo responded.

Huo? had been to this temple before. Because the temple was built on a mountain, there was no well here. However, the people here made a drainage pipe with bamboo poles to divert water from the mountain to the temple for use by monks and pilgrims in the temple.

The water source is in the backyard where the monks live. Huo? I haven't been here for many years and I don't know if there is still water there.

Ning Yan asked where to get water, and then said, "I'll go get some water."

Huo? looked at him with some confusion. Was it necessary to ask his wife to fetch water?

Ning Yan patted his arm and explained in his ear.

After hearing what he said, Huo Yan's face was full of intriguing expressions. He then said to Ning Yan smugly, "Go ahead, wife. Don't worry, I won't go to the backyard. I'll take our son to the next room to wait for you."

This temple is quite large, with several main halls in the front and back, and side halls in the east and west. Due to its dilapidated state, there is almost nothing in each hall, and there is no need to pay attention to any etiquette conflicts, so they can move in at will.

After saying that, he looked at Ning Jing and said, "Son, accompany your father to fetch water."

"I understand, Dad." Ning Jing responded. He was originally held in Ning Yan's arms, and now he stretched out his short arms and hooked them around Ning Yan's neck. Now the father and son were even closer.

Ning Yan was speechless at Huo Jing's peacock-like smile. He raised his hand and pinched Huo Jing's smug face hard. Seeing that Huo Jing was in so much pain that he couldn't smile, he hugged Ning Jing, took a wooden barrel from the space, and walked towards the back hall.

This wooden barrel is not big, it is the kind of barrel that villagers usually use to wash clothes. He goes to the back to get water just for show to avoid arousing the suspicion of these people. If the water is not enough, he will directly take it from the water barrel in the space.

When he walked out of the room, a dark shadow flashed by outside. It must be the people living in the back hall who came to investigate the situation. Ning Gang didn't pay much attention to them. As long as they didn't come to disturb his home, he didn't bother to care what these people did.

We walked through the three main halls and arrived at the courtyard at the back.

There were two people standing in the yard, one was a woman and the other was thin and looked like a boy.

Seeing Ning Yan come in, the two of them walked forward. The woman asked in a somewhat arrogant manner, "Who are you? What is your relationship with the person who just came in?"

The person who just came over was so fast and was able to hide his breath so tightly that it was almost unnoticeable. It can be seen that this person's kung fu is really not low, but I don't know what kind of person he is.

Ning Yan glanced at them and replied calmly, "I'm just a person. There's no need for qualifiers or adjectives. The relationship between that person and me seems to have nothing to do with you two."

The woman and the boy in front of him both had swords on them. Although their faces could not be seen clearly due to the night, their figures and temperaments showed that they were people who practiced martial arts regularly.

Both of them were wearing neat suits, but the colors were not black, but blue and light red. The material of the clothes also looked relatively expensive. If ordinary people saw such people, they would definitely be polite to them.

The woman in front of them also thought that Ning Yan would definitely answer all their questions when he saw them, but she didn't expect that this guy would actually say such words.

This instantly infuriated her, who was always quite arrogant. She drew her sword and stood before Ning Yan, saying coldly, "Since you can't explain where you came from, what are you doing in the backyard? This place is already ours, you can get out now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden pain in her arm, so painful that she almost couldn't hold the sword in her hand.

Before she could take a closer look at what was going on, she heard the little girl in the boy's arms angrily say, "Don't point your sword at my father, or I'll be rude to you."

As he spoke, he waved the whip in his hand and glared at her fiercely.

Although the little boy thought he was very imposing, he was too small and his voice was very babyish, just like a rageful cat. He looked fierce, but in fact, he had no killing power at all.

The woman's name was Hong Li. She became even angrier after hearing Ning Jing's words. Even though the person in front of her was a child, she, a killer, was actually beaten by a child. How could she survive in the future?

Thinking of this, she drew her sword and said to Ning Jing viciously: "Little brat, you are looking for death."

After saying this, she swung her sword directly at Ning Jing in Ning Yan's arms.