Hearing Li Xuan's words, Gu Xiaoai also fell silent, and suddenly, she didn't know what to say.

She can imagine that kind of picture, and she can imagine that kind of loneliness, or so to speak, despair.

It was a very different path.

But it is also an extremely wonderful road.

And now, Li Xuan is already on this road, and the only thing he can do is ...... Keep up with him.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoai couldn't help but take a long breath, with wonderful emotions and feelings, slowly brewing in her heart.

She has been cultivating these days, and naturally she can feel the wonderful and enjoyable changes that cultivation has brought to her body.

The physical changes, she felt, were just mental changes, and she needed to take her time.

Li Xuan didn't say much, patiently, waiting for her to digest these things.

……

A guest suddenly came to Jing'an Temple.

Or rather, two.

An extremely tall and imposing man, with a big beard on his face, and actually wearing animal skins, he looked like a wild man who came out of the mountains and forests, and his whole body smelled of ice and snow.

In fact, it is.

His surname is Qin, and his single name is a dragon character.

Qin Long, this name has not appeared in the eyes of the world for a long time, but it has never been truly forgotten, just like that very popular saying - he has not appeared in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but his legend has always been circulated in the rivers and lakes.

This career is legendary.

When he was young, the land of China was still in the midst of war.

He served as the personal bodyguard of the Zhang family, and after the king of the Northeast was killed, he escaped by luck, fell into the grass in a fit of rage, and became the bandit leader in the forest and snow to resist Japan and save the country.

After the liberation, the part of the people who were recruited could have received the same treatment as the "black cat master", but they did not accept it, and went to the island country alone.

Mt. Fuji, Sensoji Temple, one person fought one temple, killed sixteen people, and retreated.

After that, he was one of the first instructors of the Huaxia Special Forces, teaching the real art of killing, and once created the "Black Dragon Eighteen Hands," because the lethality was too great, it became a forbidden art.

Since the "Black Cat Master" returned to the west, he has also returned to the mountains and forests.

The second guest, a dog.

It looks ordinary, just like a Chinese pastoral dog.

Not as big as a Tibetan mastiff, nor as white-haired as a general, since he arrived at the place, he has been lying there softly, and anyone who sees it will think that this is a lazy dog.

The dog was not only lazy and ugly, but also blind in one eye, and in the left eye, a huge and hideous scar, which makes people fully imagine the picture when it was injured, half of its head was almost crushed, and no one knows how it survived.

It's called, Mountain Dog.

Qin Long and the mountain dog came from the shore of Lake Baikal in the extremely cold land.

……

Jing'an Temple is specially closed for a day today, and Master Honglian personally greeted the guests from afar outside the door.

"The old monk is not dead yet......"

Qin Long smiled heartily, took out a leather bag from his arms, and threw it to the red lotus, "The wine brewed by Lao Tzu will give you a taste, it will be cheaper for you." ”

Honglian took it calmly, didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, and there was something different in that smile.

Since the entire Jing'an Houshan was completely occupied by Li Xuan, although Honglian occupies the advantage of the terrain, she has never taken the initiative to go to the Houshan, but when Li Xuan moved for the first time, he used to have a lively time.

Other times, most of them have a subtle mentality and stay away.

People fight for a breath, and Buddha fights for a stick of incense.

When he learned that Li Xuan had won the four-character title of "Peerless Warrior of the Country", Honglian stayed awake all night, and did not hesitate to spend Shouyuan to make a hexagram again, but the hexagram was still obscure, so he sprayed several mouthfuls of blood again.

When he saw Jiang Banshan personally visit Houshan, Master Honglian fell silent, as if practicing meditation, and he hadn't spoken for several days.

In today's world, the development of Xuanmen has actually been integrated into every corner of society, and it is natural to rely on incense for worship.

No one knows how much incense money Jing'an Temple has in a year, in short, it will not be lower than a listed company with excellent performance.

And the vast majority of them are not from ordinary people, of course, they are from the proud family.

Red Lotus is already more than a hundred years old, he doesn't care much about these yellow and white things, even if he has more money, can he still bring them into the grave?

It's just a pity that the century-old foundation of Jing'an Temple.

Jing'an Temple has existed for hundreds of years in the magic capital, and it was once in decline, but it has been carried forward in his hands, and now it is the peak of incense, and with the appearance of Li Xuan, the Jiang family has changed its course, and this side ...... Naturally, it is a trade-off.

Now.

Red Lotus probably knew why Qin Long came, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Welcome in the door.

In the small pavilion in the back mountain, sitting, there are already disciples who insert incense to make tea.

Incense is a good fragrance, pure heart and pure mind.

Tea is also good tea, with a lingering aroma.

Qin Long took out a golden knife, took out a skin bag casually, and said with a smile: "The most annoying thing for you monks and Taoists, cultivate a bird body, raise a bird nature, and fade out of your mouth to a bird, which is boring." ”

Uncorked the bottle, the rich aroma of wine came out, and he fed the mountain dog a mouthful first, and then he poured a few sips and wiped his mouth roughly.

"Old monk, Lao Tzu borrowed you to stay here for two nights, is it okay?"

Honglian was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Damn, what do you mean you don't speak?

Honglian shook her head and smiled, still silent.

Qin Long stood up abruptly, with a look of concern on his face, "What's wrong?"

"Senior, Master has practiced the Meditation of Closing the Mouth. ”

A little monk with clear eyebrows next to him replied respectfully.

Qin Long frowned, unconsciously took a few sips of wine again, looked at the back mountain, touched his beard, and said to himself, "Is it really so fierce?"

"Mom, let's be happy, otherwise I'd better go back to the mountain......"

"What do you say?"

He looked at the mountain guard dog and asked very seriously.

The mountain guard dog tilted his head, thought for a while, and in the only remaining eye, a humanized light appeared, and then barked softly twice, as if in response.

In an instant, it spread its limbs and rushed out in the direction of the back mountain, as fast as a black lightning.

"Be careful!"

Qin Long shouted loudly.

The meaning of the mountain guard dog is obvious, go to explore the way first.

Looking at this person and a dog, Master Honglian never spoke, picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking like no matter what happened, it had nothing to do with me.

Qin Long looked at the back of the mountain guard dog, and only then did he turn his head and glare at the red lotus again until it completely disappeared.

I couldn't help but scolded.

"Old bald donkey!"

"Big cowardice!"

"Old!"