The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the way down the mountain is always much easier to walk than up.

Qingchen, who looked like a little flower cat, hurried down the mountain at an astonishing speed, a speed that even young and strong adults might not be able to catch up.

As she walked, she thought about how to explain the clothes to the master.

Although the master is easy-going by nature, he is very attentive to his clothes. Last time, I just scratched a small hole in the hem of my trousers, and the master was distressed for a long time, and kept muttering how good and precious these pants were, and how much effort he put in.

I'm afraid that only in this case will the old guy show a little bit of a worldly person.

Recalling the master's always indifferent appearance in front of outsiders, Qingchen couldn't help but smile.

Halfway up the mountain stands this small thatched courtyard, since Qingchen has a memory, she and her master have been living here, as for where they come from, what their identity is, she doesn't care at all.

She just needs to know that here, there is a master, it is her home, it is enough.

Such a cold temperament, I'm afraid it's also because I've stayed with her master for too long, and I've been exposed to it and gradually cultivated, but maybe I was born like this.

Who cares.

Looking at the sky, the sun became vicious, illuminating Qingchen's face with hot pain, and wiping the sweat droplets on his cheeks with his sleeves at will, but Qingchen's face was even more flowery.

It's almost noon, and if I go back late, I'm afraid I will be scolded by the master again, saying that I deliberately made him hungry.

He quickened the pace of his feet again, and in a flash, the girl's figure was already a few hundred meters away from the small courtyard.

Strange, why didn't you see the master?

Wrinkled his childish nose, and after a few jumps, Qingchen had arrived at the door.

"Lord Yunhe, my master really sincerely invites you to go."

As soon as I entered the door, I heard an unfamiliar voice.

Several tall men stood respectfully in front of a man lying on a wicker chair, and the man who spoke was the tallest man, about 186 years old, about thirty years old, looking at the man with a gentle expression.

The delicately dressed woman in the back had been fanning the wind with a fan, her red-painted lips curled impatiently, and her eyes looked at the humble hut with disdain.

After that, no one dared to speak, and the scene became a little awkward.

"Master!"

A delicate child's voice broke the silence.

When they looked back, they saw a little girl covered in filth, who looked to be only about 7 or 8 years old, with a white cotton liner that was about to be dyed black by the mud, and a strangely shaped backpack behind her.

"Xiaochen, you're back." A faint voice came, "Let's go cook." ”

The owner of the voice was dressed in navy blue padded lining, and the material should be the same as that of a little girl, and his slightly wrinkled cheeks showed that he was no longer young, but the shiny black hair made people feel that this person's age and appearance did not match.

"Yes." Qingchen nodded respectfully and walked to the kitchen next to him.

"Where did the little girl come from, dressed like a flower child." The woman's tone is provocative, showing arrogance.

"Xiuyuan, shut up!" The tall man's face changed when he heard this, and he scolded the delicate woman.

"Humph!" The woman named Xiuyuan heard the man yelling at her, and stomped her foot aggrievedly, but the red high heels sank into the mud, making her face even more abstract.

"Lord Yunhe, please forgive me, the master has indicated that as long as you are willing to go with us, no matter what the request, the master will agree." The man said sincerely, "Only you can save this disease." ”

"Master, the meal is ready, it's time to eat." The little girl's voice came from the kitchen.

"Please come back." An elegant voice sounded, and "Lord Yunhe" got up, and the navy blue clothes blended with the mountains and forests.

"Hey! What do you mean, my master chose you, that's your luck, what a high shelf. The woman couldn't hold her breath when she heard the refusal, and she was already very annoyed by the mountain road that she had walked for a day, and she even ran into a wall, and she didn't look at anything about herself.

"Xiuyuan, don't mess around!" The man grabbed the woman who was about to go violent, and although his face was not very good, he still bent down politely, "Lord Yunhe, offended." ”

Then he got up, his face was grim, "Go!" ”

The group walked out of the courtyard, their movements were swift, and they looked like they were also people who had practiced.

"Master, who are they?" Qingchen handed him the chopsticks, and then skillfully served him a bowl of rice.

"Eat." The master glanced at the dishes on the table: a roast chicken, a fried bamboo shoot, and a stack of green vegetables, and then looked meaningfully at the quiet girl on the side.

He didn't say anything, Qingchen didn't ask anymore, and the master and apprentice ate quietly.

After eating, Qingchen skillfully cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table. She was still wearing the same padding as before, and she simply washed her face.

"In the evening, get another roast chicken." The master said a word before leaving.

"Okay." Qingchen lightly agreed.

There was a pause, "Wait a minute, change your clothes." Then he went straight out the door.

Qingchen was a little surprised, the master didn't blame her for soiling her clothes today!

When Qingchen finished the matter, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, wearing a new set of cotton clothes, and walked out refreshed.

"Master." As soon as she came out, she saw the master sitting on a rattan chair and sitting in the courtyard reading a book, she remembered that the book "Golden Needle Acupoint Medicine", she wanted to see it before, and the master never showed it to her.

"Let's start practicing......"

"The horse step is the foundation of a qiē, the chassis should be stable, the body shape should be positive, and the study should be two hours later."

Qingchen obediently set up a horse in the center of the courtyard, this is something she has been doing for several years, she is used to it, and her stamina and body are indeed much better than ordinary people.

The air sinks into the dantian, and the air accepts all things.

Qingchen slowly became impetuous, thinking of those dark green eyes, and the inexplicable irritability in his heart.

"Meditation and nourishment, receiving, is all things, release, that is, millimeter."

The gentle voice woke up Qingchen, who was running away, and retracted his thoughts and sank his heart.

Not far away

"What do you mean, why did that man whisper to him with that attitude." Xiuyuan's delicate face was distorted so much that she couldn't distinguish her facial features because of anger.

"Shut up, that person is not something we can mess with." The man was a little impatient, "Take care of yourself, don't make a fuss and go back to make the master angry." ”

"Yo, I don't know what that old thing is about, it can make our brother Lei scared like a dog!" Xiuyuan sneered.

Lei Ge's face sank, and he glanced at the small hut on the mountainside.

"The Holy Doctor of the National Hand, Yunhe."

Xiuyuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, unmoved, "What Yunhe?" ”

"Yunhe, Yunhe, Yunhe! Could it be? Xiuyuan's eyes suddenly widened, "Could it be him!" No way, how could he still be alive! ”

Brother Lei glanced at the out-of-control woman lightly and continued to move forward.