Zhao Yongchang came to the door of the restaurant as promised, the business of the restaurant was normal, and the shopkeeper leaned on the table to listen to a few men at the adjacent table drinking and bragging, and occasionally interjected a few sentences. The shopkeeper's estimate was upstairs to reconcile, and the little two were also very familiar with Zhao Yongchang, said hello, and chatted again.

Zhao Yongchang silently walked to the backyard and stood at the well, waiting for the arrival of the old fairy.

Zhao Yongchang's mood at the moment was inexplicably calm, he looked at the snowflakes that were swept up by the wind, and remembered a lot.

For example, a girl under the eaves of the house has pearl-like raindrops on her temples during heavy rain.

For example, in the kitchen, Chef Zheng, who was preparing to cook, fanned the fire in the stove.

For example, the well water in front of him has long been frozen with the slightest crack.

He always likes to think like this, for no reason.

The wooden bucket was very old, lonely by the well, the sound of laughter and drinking came faintly from the house, and the young shoots on the stone steps that were hidden by the thick snow were poking out, and everything seemed so peaceful.

He loved tranquility.

The Taoist didn't let Zhao Yongchang wait long, and after a while, he fell from the sky, which was very immortal.

Then he asked, "Got it figured?"

Zhao Yongchang nodded, "I've thought about it." ”

"How?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to go with you. ”

The Taoist couldn't believe it, "What... What? Why don't you want to go? Are you afraid of being too far away from home, or is there something to delay...?"

Zhao Yongchang repeated again in a deep voice, "I'm sorry Dao Chief, I don't want to go with you." ”

"It's me, Zhao Yongchang, I don't want to go with you. Because I'm afraid.... I'm just a bastard. ”

The Taoist suddenly understood, and his heart couldn't bear it, but in the end, it only turned into a sigh.

"That's it, you and I don't have a master-apprentice relationship after all. However, you, a good seedling of cultivation, have been covered in dust like this, and I am really unwilling. This thing will be given to you, which can be regarded as a good fate. How far you can go in the future is up to you. ”

The Taoist took out a brilliant and exquisite bead from his sleeve, and then raised his hand and waved, and the bead flew to the center of Zhao Yongchang's eyebrows and disappeared.

The Taoist slowly spoke: "This thing contains my Kunlun's cultivation path and a water object that is not of low grade. I thought it was a gift for you, but now I should give you an opportunity, don't shirk it, and do some useless gifts. ”

Zhao Yongchang hurriedly spoke, "Dao Chief, I can't help this, I'm embarrassed to be, why are you still giving me something." No, no, I can't take it. ”

According to the nature of a teenager, it is a rare thing.

The Taoist shook his head and said, "Keep it, these things won't help me much." ”

The Taoist pondered for a moment, still not giving up, "Child, if your mind changes in the future, go to the Dayan Temple and find a person named Guo Hang." When that person sees you, he will know the reason and will take you to Kunlun. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yongchang nodded slightly.

The Taoist touched Zhao Yongchang's head and sighed again, "A person should not only have this life and this life. ”

Then without waiting for Zhao Yongchang to speak, he rose to the ground and flew away on the clouds.

"I am the ninety-third generation head of Kunlun Mountain, called Lingbao Tianjun. Child, the road is long, who knows if the fate of you and me will be broken and renewed in the future? ”

Then he sped away and disappeared into the sea of clouds.

Zhao Yongchang touched his eyebrows, and walked home while touching, with mixed feelings.

Is this choice wrong?

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Li Jin discussed with Qiao Lao Er for a long time and brought back good news.

One of the three ferries still had some space left, and the shopkeeper agreed to let the five people squeeze in, and they should be able to sit down.

Ye Fan and the others were nothing, but they were afraid that Wei Cheng's injuries would be affected.

The man waved his hand, "Look at what I'm doing, go up if you have a place, I really want to stay by the river for a night, take a walk, and be neat." Ye Fan, come and help me. ”

The young man hurriedly helped Wei Cheng up and staggered towards the ferry step by step.

There is a consensus among the monks in the world that the body and physique are enough as long as they do not lag behind. It is best to be able to cultivate into a vajra incorruptible body and an unsullied body. But if you have to pay too much price because of this, you don't want to drill the horns.

Sword cultivation is also a kind of monk, but compared to ordinary monks, the body is stronger, but it is not much better after all. Therefore, for these flesh wounds, Wei Cheng, who can't fall out of half a tael of gold upside down, has no choice but to let them heal naturally and slowly cultivate.

The group of people who crossed the river was led by a heroic woman, who looked no more than thirty years old. The black silk is like a waterfall, the phoenix eyes are bright, and the body is concave and convex, which looks demure and dignified and extraordinary.

Wei Cheng looked straight.

Li Jin took a few steps forward, clasped his fists and said, "Li Jin thanked Shopkeeper Chen, it really solved the urgent need." ”

The woman's voice was as crisp as a bell, and it was actually the youthfulness of some girls, and she replied without hurry: "Brother Li is polite, and the effort of raising his hands is not enough to worry about." Please be careful when you get on board. I don't know whether this brother's injury is serious or not, so I want Brother Li to pay more attention to it himself, so as not to break the wound. ”

When Wei Cheng heard this, he coughed lightly, shook his hair, and the white hair on his temples swayed slightly, and said: "Such small injuries have long been commonplace, and they are not serious. I just don't know, my heart is hurt, how can I heal it?"

Ye Fan stretched out his hand to support his forehead, deliberately wanting to break off the relationship with him. It's just that he was carrying the man's right arm, and he didn't look like a stranger, so he sighed helplessly.

The woman smiled, "I wonder if I can heal this brother's heartache?"

Wei Cheng looked at the beautiful woman with a smile on her face, and scolded all the eighteen generations of the immortal's ancestors in his heart.

Your mother's bastard, can't you come a day late? Lao Tzu can't move, how can he talk to this sister about his heartfelt feelings, goddamn old bastard.

The woman turned and walked away, leaving a faint smell of perfume.

The little girl only felt that the sister in front of her was really gentle and good-looking, which made her very envious.

Li Mingyue plucked up her courage for the first time, and timidly said to the woman who had already walked a distance: "Big sister, you are so good-looking." ”

The woman turned around and smiled at the little girl, "I think you'll look better than your sister when you grow up." ”

The girl didn't expect that the woman surnamed Chen could hear it after walking so far, and lowered her head a little shyly.

Ye Fan held the girl's hand, looked at her eyes and smiled gently: "I also think that when Xiao Mingyue grows up, she must be a beautiful beauty." ”

In the end, it was a thin-skinned little girl, Li Mingyue threw herself directly on Ye Fan's legs, so ashamed that she didn't dare to show her head.

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The group sat on a ferry full of goods and swam slowly along the Hengfu River. The water here is much lighter than downstream, but not to be underestimated. For the sake of safety, this is not slow.

Wei Cheng was half lying in Ye Fan's arms, looking at the turbulent water on the opposite side, he sighed deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Earth, you have a lot of soil, a forest, you have a lot of trees. Hengfujiang, you are different, there is me, a dazzling and beautiful man, and the others are nothing. ”

Ye Fan almost squirted out a mouthful of water.

Li Qingfeng clenched his fists and praised: "It is worthy of being a talented man of Wei Cheng, who is rich in learning and five cars, and his export is a poem, and he admires it." ”

The young man thought about it carefully, which one was thicker, Wei Cheng or Li Qingfeng?

Then I had the answer in my mind.

It's really different, and it's hard to tell the difference.

The ferry boat moved forward slowly, but suddenly there was a strange vibration, which was inconspicuous on the constantly bumpy ferry.

Ye Fan didn't feel right.

The temperament of a young man belongs to the person who is meticulous and cautious. The tremor was a sound that would only be made when a hard object hit the bottom of the ship.

It's just that a long time has passed, and nothing has happened.

Just when Ye Fan thought that he was a little worried, there were bursts of exclamations from the ferry in front.

When several people heard the voice, they were all upside down, and they were almost frightened.

A giant python with a black body and a thick body of several feet, forming an arched back, rushed out of the river, and its body size looked bigger than a small snake!

After that, I saw the giant python swooping down quickly, opening its bloody mouth, trying to devour more than ten people on the ferry.

It's just that I never thought that there was an old man with a sword who was born out of nowhere, jumped up directly from the ferryboat, used the black python's head as a springboard, walked to the black snake's neck, and slashed it with a sword, just at the weakest point of the python's scales.

The black python was suddenly forced, its head tilted, moved several feet horizontally, just passed by the ferry, and fell heavily into the water.

The old man leaped up again and stood at the bow of the ferry, showing his superior demeanor.

Just looking at the splashing river, the old man's expression did not relax in the slightest. The woman surnamed Chen watched carefully and found that the old man with the sword had a trembling forearm, his mouth cracked, and blood flowed out, and she was extremely worried.

Ye Fan stared at the undulating river and asked anxiously, "What should I do?"

Wei Cheng slowly spit out a sentence, "Cold salad." ”