He Xiaoyu's noodle restaurant business is as good as ever, but most of the people who come are men, the purpose is self-evident, but now it is different, and after Wu Xiaowu came, there were more female diners.

The proprietress and waiter of the noodle restaurant have a very bad attitude, they don't smile and don't talk about it, and they are careless, thinking that they are not eating fireworks in the world.

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Night covers the land.

The arrival of the winter rain has lowered the temperature even more in the cold winter, Wu Xiaowu climbed the outer edge of the awning of the upper hall, He Xiaoyu commanded below, of course he did not go to admire the moon, some years of awning became a funnel as soon as it rained, and a certain unlucky diner was unfortunately drenched in a soup chicken, drinking the ginger soup cooked by the proprietress herself and still coughing.

Li Mu stood abruptly at the door of the noodle restaurant in a windbreaker, Ruoxi held an umbrella for him, because of her height, she had to work hard to stand up straight to barely give Li Mu an umbrella, but the strange thing was that she didn't feel tired, if she didn't feel it before. Such physical strength, but she didn't think otherwise, she attributed it all to the tiring chores.

The Sword Saint chose to turn a blind eye to Li Mu's arrival, and the proprietress He Xiaoyu still said with her unique service attitude: "Big bowl and small bowl?"

"Is there a medium bowl?"

Li Mu asked with a smile.

I don't know why, He Xiaoyu felt that Li Mu's seemingly ordinary smile had a certain affinity and truth in it, as if as long as what he said was right, even if he said that one plus one equals three, it would be equal to three and not equal to two, but this kind of convincing power in partiality made people not feel the slightest disgust, just like he said the middle bowl, even if there was no medium bowl in the store, He Xiaoyu still got him a bowl of medium noodles.

Juggernaut and him were like strangers, even though they were drinking two pieces of five-piece flower tea at a table not long ago.

A newspaper that was picked up from nowhere was read with relish by Li Mu, Ruoxi sat quietly opposite him, his eyes drifting to somewhere, causing the diners on the side to turn their heads again and again.

The noodle restaurant closes on time at eight o'clock in the evening, even if there are still diners eating noodles in the store, the proprietress He Xiaoyu also cleans up the table by herself, a bit of a rush, even if the thick-skinned person can't stand this embarrassment and walks away in the rain.

It wasn't until He Xiaoyu received Li Mu's table Ruoxi to remind him that Li Mu put down the newspaper and walked out of the noodle restaurant, and the green onions in the bowl were still sprinkled on the soup noodles at will.

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The north is vast, the sky is full of snow, and as far as the naked eye can see, there is a landscape painting rendered in extremely white ink.

Qingxia was wearing a green shirt and standing with her hands in her hands, with a single-lens reflex camera from a second-hand mobile phone hanging on the case, and her backpack was filled with photos and negatives of the scenery along the way, if she had been in the past, she would not have such a leisurely feeling, at that time she was working hard to cultivate all the time and wanted to kill Li Mu, and later knew that the other party was an insurmountable mountain, she lost the meaning of cultivation, and the irony is that after this, her realm actually broke through, the pinnacle of the world ~ divine realm!

After fading this realm, she realized how small she was before, not to mention Li Mu, either a master, or a person who had just touched the threshold of the Divine Dao, and wanted to kill herself, but she didn't need a move.

Qingxia posed and captured a snow-capped sunset, and the wisps of cooking smoke in the photo appropriately embellished this snow-capped sunset.

The village at the foot of the snow-capped mountain has lived a self-sufficient paradise-like life for generations, and when Qingxia in a green shirt walked to the village, those ignorant villagers thought that it was a fairy in the sky, and they all knelt down to Qingxia one by one, their eyes were pious and there was no hypocrisy, even the most skinny children in the village did not dare to do superfluous actions.

Qingxia hurriedly helped up the old man in front of her, and the old man was frightened, "Greet the immortals." ”

Qingxia tried her best to make a close look and said: "Please get up quickly, I'm not an immortal, I'm just here to travel, it's almost dark and I want to borrow you here for a night." ”

"Only fairies wear Hanfu in winter, why are you so beautiful, more beautiful than the widow of the king, you say that you are not a fairy. ”

The mischievous boy was so frightened that the woman next to him quickly gagged him, for fear that he would say something rebellious.

"Don't do that, I'm not a fairy. ”

The unique aura that comes with a cultivator is always a little dusty, as far as Qingxia's appearance is concerned, she is not a fairy but also a fairy, no matter what she says, these villagers just can't get up.

Helplessly, Qingxia had no choice but to frown her brows, and said unhappily: "Get up quickly and find me a bedroom!"

The villagers were like being amnestied, and the villagers would think that she had another intention when Qingxia showed that humble gesture just now, and now this tone is in line with the identity of the immortal.

The village is not big, there are only a dozen or so households, and the news of the arrival of a god in the village quickly spread through the village, and the villagers vacated the best house, which was actually just an ordinary wooden house, and the air was filled with steam, which was the mist that rose after the women dragged the ground with hot water.

There were only two rooms in the hut, one of which was a relatively large living room, but it was said that the living room had a dining table and an earthen stove, and there was not a single modern object to be found here, let alone electricity, and it looked like a century dress during the day.

This house originally lived a mother and son, the woman was very popular, everyone liked to take torn clothes to sew her up, although there was not much labor, but relying on this skill was still enough to feed and wear, the village retained the form of communism, the men went out to hunt, and the women took care of the housework at home.

For some reason, they don't seem to know the outside world, and they are full of fear of the outside world, "The village is simple, please don't blame the immortals." ”

The village elder said fearfully, like facing the peach blossom forest outside the mountain.

Qingxia couldn't eliminate her identity as an immortal for the time being, so she simply ignored it, "Village Chief, how long have you been living like this?"

The village elder didn't dare to hide it, "Back to Shangxian, I have been living here since the beginning of the establishment of the Divine Domain. ”

"God's Domain?"

"It's the heavenly palace outside the mountain. ”

Qingxia didn't know what the old man said about the Divine Domain Lingxiao Palace, maybe it was some kind of mysterious legend passed down by word of mouth in the village.

Qingxia gave the village chief a sum of money, and the latter looked at the banknote in his hand in a daze, but he didn't dare to ask anything more about the things given by Shangxian, he only thought it was some kind of artifact, and quickly knelt down and said: "Thank you Shangxian, this artifact will definitely be able to protect the safety of my Xiaoxue Village for generations." ”

"Don't you know what it is?"

"I don't know, but what the immortals gave must be a divine object to exorcise evil spirits and protect them. ”

At this time, Qingxia completely understood that this village really had no contact with the outside world.