Gongliangzhi and Wei Zhao had no horses, so they could only follow the villagers back with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Fortunately, the important items were in the mustard seed bag, and the horses that ran away did not take anything indispensable. Gongliang pinched the trick and took back the half-human-high wooden barrel in Wei Zhao's hand into the mustard seed bag, and the villagers looked at this scene with a more restrained expression on their faces.

Gongliangzhi didn't seem to see their attitude change, and talked to the negotiator just now along the way. His tone was calm and kind, and he only asked about the scenery of the mountains and the fruits of the crops, which soon made the villager's tone loosen a lot. Halfway through, the procession of footsteps, with only the sound of footsteps, became lively, and several people walking around him also joined in the conversation.

They walked for a while, and a village appeared in front of them, a hut showing a less clear outline in the light. A few people were looking forward to it at the entrance of the village, and they looked surprised at the team that had returned. Someone in the group hurried over and whispered something in the ear of an old man. The old man's face changed several times, and he glanced at Gongliangzhi and Wei Zhao in disbelief, and greeted him in small steps.

"Wang Degui, the village chief of the old Wangjia Village," he arched his hand to Gongliangzhi, "I am really ashamed that the Taoist chief has left this experience today, I am ashamed!" ”

"Poor people should be sorry." Gongliang replied, "I'm an ignorant kid who accidentally broke the stone tablet in your village. Dare to ask how to compensate for the poor? ”

The village chief twisted his beard and shook his head, revealing a look of embarrassment. He sighed and said, "Well, that's a long story. Our village relies on the stone tablets of towns and villages, and has lived and worked here in peace and contentment for hundreds of years, and the hidden truth cannot be explained clearly in a few words. It's great that the Taoist is willing to help......"

Speaking of this, the village chief looked at Gongliangzhi and patted his head as if he had suddenly realized. "Look at the old decay!" He was ashamed and said, "The two of you must be very tired, and it's getting late, so let's settle down today and talk about it tomorrow." ”

He called out to the crowd "San Lang", and a half-year-old child responded crisply, and stood up in front of them. The village chief instructed him to take the two guests to the guest room, and he nodded emphatically and walked to the front to lead the way.

The weather was not good, the clouds were dense during the day, and there was no moon or stars to illuminate the road. The people of the countryside are resting at sunrise, there is no light in the house, and the guest room is in the depths of the village, getting darker and darker, and the light source is only the torch in Saburo's hand. Wei Zhao looked back and saw that the torch that had brought them into the village was still parked at the entrance of the village, and the people with the torches were gathered there, and he could vaguely see their faces facing here.

After turning two more rooms to the guest room, Saburo walked into the room and lit an oil lamp on the table. The dim light illuminated a bed, a table, a chair in the room...... Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs. The house is surprisingly good, without the musty smell of being vacant all year round.

"There are special guest rooms in such a remote place," Gongliang Zhi looked around, "In the past, did guests often come to your village?" ”

"Wangjia Village is the most hospitable." San Lang replied, "Grandpa said that even if there are no guests for three or five years, the guest room must be cleaned clean, and you can't neglect rare guests." ”

"I have a heart." Gongliang praised.

Saburo cleaned up for a while and left with a torch. Before leaving, he also said that he lived in the next room, so that they could find him as much as they could, and you were welcome.

Only the two of them were left in the room.

"What are you thinking about without saying a word all the way?" Gongliang Zhi spoke.

Wei Zhao let out an "ah", as if he had just been woken up. He said embarrassedly: "Today, I only learned that the Taoist chief is so good at chatting, and I am ashamed of myself." ”

Gongliang glanced at him wordlessly, probably bowing to his ability to grasp the key points. Wei Zhao laughed dryly, looked east and west, and fussed: "Ah, there is only one bed!" It seems that Dao Chang is squeezing me today. ”

"Just meditate on the poor path." Gongliangzhi said, "You first soaked in today's body forging soup." ”

So Wei Zhao picked up a forging soup again and soaked it in.

What he answered just now was not a lie, Wei Zhao had known Gongliangzhi for so many years, and today he knew that Gongliangzhi could be so talkative, or with a group of mortals. This matter is much more interesting than this village, Wei Zhao has always known in the past that Gongliangzhi is actually the same as him, and he has a bit of arrogance in his bones.

When people talk about the pride of the sky in Qiantian Valley, Wei Zhao will be mentioned first. Wei Zhao has to do his best in everything, and his personality is very flamboyant. With his eye-catching guy in comparison, people often forget that Gongliangzhi, who is much more low-key than him, is also a genius who built a foundation at the age of nineteen.

The dragon and phoenix among the people, how can there be no arrogance at all.

When he was young, he was also very proud, and his pride was quite secretive, showing only a cold appearance of single-mindedness. Most people can't get into his eyes, he won't waste a little time and energy on them, and most of the negotiation is done by Wei Zhao - Wei Zhao is energetic and does whatever he wants, but he is happy to chat with cats and dogs casually.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes in the bathtub and looked at Gongliang Zhi who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed not far away. I haven't seen him for ten years, and the outline of Gongliangzhi has matured a little (given that the appearance of the cultivator should have not changed after the foundation was built, this is not a good thing), his eyebrows are soft, his smile is warm, and he is like a gentleman. Time is like a knife, and I don't know what has happened in these years, but I have sharpened a sharp sword like this.

It's weird, Wei Zhao thought that the public conscience who would cut him like a melon in the future would become more unkind, why did he become softer instead? But then again, ten years can turn ice blades into warm water, and hundreds of years can naturally turn warm water into glaciers, and time is no different.

Perhaps sensing Wei Zhao's gaze, Gongliangzhi opened his eyes. Without waiting for him to speak, Wei Zhao took the lead in speaking: "Dao Master is guarding me like this, will it delay my cultivation?" ”

"How do you know that Poor Dao is not cultivating?" Gongliang Zhi said.

"I've heard that you have to stay in a secluded place to practice," Wei Zhao said, "and it's a shame that the Taoist chief has taken me around in this world, and I can't practice." ”

He looked worried, as if he was really worried about it.

"It's okay......" Gongliangzhi said, "You can also cultivate in the red dust, this is the cultivation of the mind." ”

Wei Zhao was impressed by Gongliangzhi, and there was a faint melancholy in his heart. He wants to be honest to you, I haven't seen you for a few years, and he has the ability to lie with the truth from the beginning to the end, and he can come at his fingertips casually.

Mind cultivation? In the years of mind cultivation, they lived together.

Young children are not allowed to go down the mountain until they reach the fifth layer of Qi training, but after the fifth layer of Qi training, they will go down the mountain for a year of training. After a year of training, he returned to the mountain and was tested by the teacher to see if the person was suitable for cultivating the Pathway of Compassion or the Path of Ruthlessness, and the latter went directly back to the mountain to retreat and cultivate, while the former went through the training at the foot of the mountain, entering the red dust without staining the red dust, for the purpose of cultivating the mind.

In the year when Wei Zhao broke through the fifth layer of Qi training, he forced a month of cultivation, and after Gongliang broke through, they went down the mountain together. Before he went down the mountain, he knew that he was only suitable for cultivating the Tao of Affection, and it turned out to be so. As soon as Wei Zhao arrived at the bottom of the mountain, he was like a fish in water, and he only felt that the heaven and earth outside the Qiantian Valley were all bad, and his thoughts were extremely accessible, and the only thing he worried about was justice and goodness.

Gongliangzhi is an orphan and never mentions how he fare before being taken up the mountain by his master. He eats whatever the steward gives him, wears whatever he wears, doesn't have anything he particularly likes, and doesn't seem to hate anything. Once Lu Zhangmen played chess with Fu Zhenren of Shuiyueguan, Fu Zhenren accidentally knocked over the magic weapon heart refining box at the feet of Gongliangzhi, Gongliangzhi actually did not change color in front of the magic weapon that could cause fear in his heart, and quietly picked it up. Fu Zhenren stroked his palms and laughed, saying that if this son cultivates ruthless Dao, he will definitely have a bright future. Lu Zhenren smiled and said nothing, quite complacent.

They were happy, but Wei Zhaoke was not happy at all. If Gongliang Zhixiu cultivates the Ruthless Dao, what will Wei Zhao do? He didn't dare to imagine the scene when Gongliang ignored him every day, and he didn't even want to think about the scene when Gongliang didn't have his company on the way to cultivate his mind. In that year's experience, he tried his best to make Gongliangzhi like something, just asking his friends to be concerned, and not to see through the red dust and close up.

They slay demons and eliminate demons, punish evil and promote good, eat delicious food everywhere, and walk all over the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers. They had fought side by side and escaped death from the hands of the Accumulated Demon Cultivator; They also fought with each other for a few days and nights, until the true qi was exhausted, and the two of them slept dead on the field, and they didn't bother to take a mat out. The Shuangbi of Qiantian Valley gradually became famous, their cultivation and experience increased day by day, and their days were approaching the day of returning to the mountain day by day.

Wei Zhao became more and more uneasy, and he didn't want to directly talk to Gongliangzhi about his worries. He knew that if he said it, Gongliang would probably take the sentient path for him at most, and it would not be too difficult for them to change the final result in the test. But if Gongliang chooses a path that is not suitable for him, it will be difficult for the Dao heart to be consummated, which is equivalent to blocking his path, and Wei Zhao will never allow this kind of thing to happen to his best friend. He had no choice but to be in a hurry himself, and then rushed to the doctor in a hurry, believing in an extremely stupid legend.

They were passing by Liang at that time, and it was the flower festival of Liang Kingdom. Legend has it that people who can pick the most beautiful flowers during the Flower Dynasty Festival can be blessed by the flower fairy and have love for a lifetime. I also know that this is another legend of a couple begging to grow old together, but the stunned Qing Wei Zhao only heard "love". It's good to be affectionate! Isn't it just to have affection? He didn't want to think about it, he pulled up Gongliangzhi with soft grinding and hard bubbles, and said that he was going to the Valley of the Queen Bee to steal royal jelly, but in fact, he was going for the flowers there.

The flowers in the Queen Bee Valley are extremely beautiful, and no mortal dares to pick them, because the valley is full of ordinary wild bees, and the queen bee among them is a real ninth-layer demon beast that cultivates qi. Wei Zhao and Gongliangzhi packed up their equipment and rushed into the Queen Bee Valley with great ambition, intending to avoid the Queen Bee and grab a vote and leave. Wei Zhao picked the largest and most beautiful flower among them, and his vision was too good, and he took a fancy to the same flower as the queen bee.

The results can be imagined.

They rushed out hundreds of miles with their heads in their arms, Gongliang ran out of the formation diagram, and there was no time to draw any more, so the two of them could only step on Wei Zhao's flying sword and run away, and they were chased and beaten like two dogs. All kinds of thrills are not enough for outsiders, Wei Zhao is desperate to break through, desperately being stung into a pig's head to grab the flowers of the queen bee. In the end, they managed to escape at midnight on this day, and Wei Zhao hurriedly took out his pocket, wanting to send the flowers out before the end of the day.

He was stung into pig's trotters by his hands, and the more he digged, the paler his face became. His mustard seed bag was nowhere to be seen, including the flowers inside, of course.

"It's okay, royal jelly is with me." Gongliang comforted.

The bell has sounded in the distance, and the Flower Dynasty Festival is over. Wei Zhao wanted to cry without tears, but he felt that he had fed the dog all day today.

Gong Liangzhi laughed behind him, his breath making his ears itch - Wei Zhao's true qi was still enough for the flying sword to land smoothly, but Gong Liangzhi didn't even have to stabilize his true qi, so he had to hug the waist of the flying sword pilot. Wei Zhao wanted to look back at him a little, but halfway through he remembered that his handsome and dashing face was now a pig's head, so he turned back again.

"Don't worry, Zhao." Gongliangzhi said, "I can't cultivate the Ruthless Dao." ”