Looking at this dress, the little Taoist priest belongs to the regular sect, and the clothes he wears are rarely seen, and the bast shoes on his feet are almost extinct now.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Ask you. ”

Jin Feng lit a cigarette and said, "How do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?"

The little Taoist priest was choked by Jin Feng's words, and snorted, but he stood by the stream and stretched his head curiously to see what Jin Feng was doing.

"Huh?"

"Ho!"

"Make Nayin soaking in water. ”

"Hell, hell. I thought I was catching a live treasure. ”

Jin Feng's expression moved lightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, he only cared about himself smoking, and he didn't talk.

The little Taoist priest had a little dust on his face, and there was a lot of mud under his feet, so he looked around, fanned his face with his hand, sat down on a stone, and drank two sips of mountain spring water.

The white and tender hands look so dazzling even if there is no sunlight.

"Hey. Do you know where that peach forest in Qingcheng Mountain is?"

"What about you? ”

Jin Feng sat upright and guarded Lei Jiaomu, and only after half a sound did he whisper: "What are you looking for that peach forest?"

"You have to take care of it. I like to watch peach blossoms, can't I?"

The little Taoist shouted at Jin Feng angrily, and his appearance was very similar to when Wang Xiaobai was sick.

Jin Feng lowered his eyelids and said in a voice: "That piece of peach forest, the Longmen Bixiao Cave Patriarch Chen Tongwei planted after returning to Qingcheng Mountain. ”

"It's been more than 800 years now. I'm saying, right?"

Chen Tongwei was one of the eighteen disciples of Qiu Chuji, and it was he who opened up the dojo of Qingcheng Mountain.

Qingcheng Mountain was originally the dojo of Daozu Zhang Daoling.

By the time of the Yuan Dynasty, it was declining and Quanzhen was rising. Qiu Chuji traveled thousands of miles to the desert to meet Temujin in person, and put forward a proposal to stop the killing, which was approved by Temujin.

Qiu Chuji also passed on some Taoist techniques of Temujin's self-cultivation, and then was happily accepted and worshiped by Temujin.

The Yuan Dynasty seized the world, because of the relationship between Temujin and Qiu Chuji, the Quanzhen Sect flourished, replaced Zhengyi to become the leader of the world's Daomen, and Qingcheng Mountain also evolved into the dojo of the Quanzhen Sect.

Qiu Chuji's Longmen faction is also a very big faction, which is widely spread, and there are some big real people, and its prestige is far and wide.

The little Taoist priest's eyes lit up when he heard Jin Feng's words, his smart eyes turned a few times, and he said loudly: "You take me to that place, and I will pay you." ”

"Come on, come on, give you a jade to raise and play. ”

As he spoke, the little Taoist priest took out a jade piece from his white-washed canvas bag and held it in his hand.

Jin Feng swept casually, and couldn't help jumping out of the corner of his eye.

The jade block is a little bigger than the thumb, and it is carved with a small jade rabbit, but it is a black-skinned jade rabbit with mutton fat jade.

Jin Feng, the carver of the jade rabbit, was also a little shocked, rough and atmospheric, the knife was in place, and it was the technique of the Han Eight Knife.

The price of ancient jade like this from the Han Dynasty is now very amazing, second only to Gao Gu jade. This little jade rabbit is a rare mutton fat jade with black skin, and the pulp is already very thick, and you can see the fluorescence flowing.

The black skin on the tail of the little jade rabbit highlights the little jade rabbit vividly.

10000 years red, 10,000 years black.

This is said to be the color skin of Hetian jade. Thousands of years is just a short term of time.

The length of the seed forming time directly determines the maturity of the seed material, which is what experts call "old gas".

The overall waxiness, delicacy and oiliness of the black seed material belong to the highest grade.

It's such a valuable thing, it's just a cost to lead the way, and the reward is quite high.

Even if Bonn recruited elites to go to Antarctica, the reward would only be one-third of this piece of sheep fat jade.

Now, Jin Feng only needs to bring this little Taoist priest to that peach forest to get paid.

This is a real heirloom ancient jade, which cannot be compared to other ancient jade.

However, Jin Feng was not interested in this expensive and rare ancient jade, and said in a manly voice: "It's been more than eight hundred years, and that peach forest has been destroyed. It's useless to go. The newly planted peach trees are only more than 30 years old. It's all scrap wood. ”

The little Taoist priest listened to Jin Feng's words, and suddenly stood up with a face full of disappointment, and shouted loudly that it was broken, broken, finished, and so on, his face was full of disappointment, and he stomped his feet fiercely.

"It's completely cold this time. If you can't find the old peach tree, you can't save your sister. Senior sister Luo Tianyu Zhai can't dip in Longhu Mountain, and the senior sister has to marry ** happy. ”

"It's all my fault, it's all my ......"

"What now, Qingcheng Mountain, here is the last hope. ”

"It's over, what should I do?"

The little Taoist priest didn't seem to be deeply involved in the world, and he forgot the sentence that the wall has ears, and all his self-talk was heard by Jin Feng.

**Enjoy?!

Dragon Tiger Mountain!

Luo Tianyu!

Interesting!

After patiently waiting for the little Taoist priest to stomp his feet anxiously to vent his half-sound, Jin Feng sat on the stone, gently picked up a mouthful of clear mountain spring water, and said softly.

"Isn't the Luo Tianyu Zhai Dip only held once in ten years? The last time Luo Tianyu was held only seven years ago, why do you have to do it again?"

"Is Xi going to be in charge?"

The little Taoist priest was full of surprise, and looked at Jin Feng curiously, his round eyes were very good-looking.

"How do you know? Ordinary people don't know about these things. You are...... You're a real person, too?"

"Which faction are you from?"

In Taoism, real people are not simple, equivalent to Zen masters of Buddhism and bishops abroad.

Jin Feng hummed casually and raised his head slightly: "I'm from the Mountain Moving Sect." ”

Hearing the three words of the Mountain Moving Sect, the little Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and immediately showed serious contempt and contempt.

He smacked Jin Feng and shouted, "Tomb robbers, mountain moving dogs." The lower ninth rate is not counted. ”

Then pinched and pinched Bai Huahua's fingers, and shouted angrily: "It's really bad luck to move a mountain on the second day of the Lunar New Year." ”

"Phew, bah, bah. ”

Spit three mouthfuls of saliva towards the three places, and the little Taoist priest ignored Jin Feng and turned around and went down the mountain.

At this time, Jin Feng said softly: "What's so great about the Maoshan Daoist, he can't even come up with an old peachwood sword." ”

"Although our Mountain Moving Sect digs graves every day, there are more good things than your Maoshan Sect. ”

The little Taoist priest was immediately hit, and turned around and snorted again, his face full of contempt.

"Don't blow it, okay? Even if there's something in the tomb, can you still use it when you take it out?"

"Frog at the bottom of the well, how big have you seen it?"

"Make your stinky piano well. Meet a fateful law and give you a hexagram for free.

"It's a bad day, pay attention to the West, don't go to the West at three o'clock in the afternoon. ”

"You mountain moving dogs are heavy, be careful of bumping, break a lot of money, and you have to see blood if it's heavy. ”

Saying this, the little Taoist priest laughed: "Count yourself lucky, I won't accept your hexagram money." ”

After saying this, the little Taoist priest rubbed his nose triumphantly and strode forward.

Jin Feng also spoke at the right time.

The voice was not slow or urgent, but it was deep and thick: "I am indeed a frog at the bottom of the well, but the sky I have seen is much bigger than yours." ”

The little Taoist priest stopped again and sneered and said: "Don't blow it anymore, just your virtue, with bitter eyebrows and filial piety at the corners of your eyes, your father and mother, your brothers and sisters, your ancestral grave mountain has not been buried, and you dare to say this, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue." ”

Jin Feng was unmoved, and said in a mansheng voice: "I don't need you to count my fate, I know." ”

"Just take matters into account. Have you ever seen a 500-year-old peach tree, or have you ever seen it struck by the March spring thunder?"

The little Taoist priest laughed: "Can the five-hundred-year-old peach tree still survive? ”

"Or was it the first thunderbolt? You should be a peach tree spirit......

"Hahahaha, Coke killed me. ”

"Kill me. Look at yourself talking serious nonsense...... Long snack bar mountain moving dog ......"

The little Taoist looked very happy, and when he smiled, he showed his snow-white neck, which was even more feminine than Wang Xiaobai.

As he walked, the little Taoist priest couldn't stop laughing, and looked back at Jin Feng from time to time, even more contempt.

Jin Feng closed his eyes lightly and said to himself: "Overseas islands, old peach trees grow, but they are cut off by spring thunder because the soil is different, dead but not stiff, what is so strange about living for hundreds of years." ”

"It's so rare and weird. ”

Jin Feng's voice was not loud, but it was like muffled thunder, and the sound reached the ears of the little Taoist.