Chagan Lake is about to enter the frozen winter, but at this time, an old man is still fishing with a fishing rod on the lakeside. On one of the shores of the great lake, there is a small wooden house. At this moment, the stove inside is really burning. The old woman with a blue lattice cleaned herself up neatly, and her gray hair was neatly combed with a wooden comb, and then carefully arranged and tied with a hairpin.

Perhaps the stove was too busy, so the old woman took a black tile and put it against the stove, and the flames came up from all sides of the tile, licking and licking the small iron pot in the old woman's hand. Inside the pot are freshly harvested autumn pears, rock sugar, and the clear water of Chagan Lake, boiling slowly and methodically. The old woman was obviously not in a hurry, and moved very slowly.

Something like boiling pear paste that works slowly and meticulously is the most impatient. A small wooden spoon stirred in one direction.

A hint of wind blew on the lake, and the woman in white stepped on the water, and the old man sitting on the shore fishing squinted, glanced in that direction, and did not stand up. I focused my attention on the fishing rod. It's just that I pulled my beard unconsciously. The woman landed on the shore of the lake, bowed to the old man, and said hello in Manchu.

"Speak Chinese, listen to it."

The woman was startled, this was the first time she had come over and the old man had spoken to her. The old man didn't turn his head, cleared his throat of phlegm, and said, "If you want to know, go in." The old woman will tell you. She is Han and doesn't like to listen to these babbling Manchu words. The old man was evidently very accommodating to the old woman, and for her sake he even spoke the language of his own people in a murmuring language.

"Thank you." The woman's eyes moved, obviously a little excited, and she hurried to the cabin.

The wooden spoon in the old woman's hand paused. The small iron pot was rested on the edge of the stove by her, and the small gas bag in the pear paste slowly floated up. Adsorb on the edge of the iron pot.

"Sit down." The old woman said calmly.

The woman nodded and thanked her. He sat down on a small stool. She came out of Tianchi in Changbai Mountain, and did not go to Shengjing City, or further away, but went north and came to the shore of Chagan Lake. The woman sat down, and on the willow waist, her long black waterfall-like hair hung down, which was very beautiful.

"I'm here to ask my mother-in-law. Where did Changsheng go back then? You haven't said it before, so there must be something hidden, right? She looked tentatively at the old woman, speaking very slowly, but she could feel that the snort was noticeably worse.

The old woman put down the spoon in her hand, sealed the vent under the stove with a small board, and leaned back in her chair, "Where has he been?" I don't really know. In the explosion that year, there were too many people who died, too chaotic, and in the end, they all took care of fleeing for their lives. There was simply no time to see what was really going on. ”

"What about immortality? Where the hell did he go? The woman interrupted the old woman, seeming to be in a hurry.

The old woman rubbed her hands together and looked out the window at Chagan Lake. A cool breeze blew in, blowing the two silver strands on his forehead to his temples. Said: "You listen to me." Originally, in this world, there should not be a cultivator like us who is different from ordinary people. Because of the power of one person. The ability to defeat the power of a thousand people and fly in the air may only be found in ancient mythology. The old woman muttered to herself.

"It's not normal, you know?" Kind eyes looked at the woman's beautiful face, "It's not normal, but there are still people who want to try, to touch that barrier, to achieve immortality." Emperor Jiajing wanted to do it, ruined the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, and during the Apocalypse, he also wanted to do it, and secretly took the dragon vein in Guanzhong at that time, and wanted to continue it to a hundred masters who also longed for immortality, so that a hundred masters of the innate upper realm were enough to overthrow the Jurchen tribe in Jianzhou. Your immortal, as well as me, were all summoned by the Emperor of the Apocalypse that time. ”

"Why do you want to go over?"

"No one can resist that temptation. You know, when you're chasing something, there's a kind of obsession and madness that no one else can imagine? But on that day, Changsheng still saw the clues. That's not a dragon vein at all, it's explosives, tons and tons of explosives! ”

The old woman was still a little scared when she thought about it now, and even had palpitations. After she regained her composure, she said slowly: "That explosion, the one who was killed, the one who didn't die, the one who should have been killed, the one who shouldn't have been killed, was slammed and ignited." It's a game set up by some people, and then tens of thousands of innocent people are injured. As for the most central immortal, in that big bang, he didn't know where to go. ”

"No...... No, it won't. The woman shook her head with tears in her eyes, "Changsheng him...... It's going to be fine. ”

The old woman picked up a wooden bowl, scooped pear paste into it, and muttered, "I was in the outermost circle of the explosion, and I was saved by the dead old man." As for many sects, they are not so lucky. This is an era of dynasty loneliness, and it is also an era of loneliness for us masters. I hope that Yuan Changsheng can live, so that he may be able to seek justice for me. Ahem. ”

The old woman stood up, limped to the window, and didn't care whether her old man could hear it or not, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Just let you be a hobby fisher, you still want to be your old job!" Don't you know that the fish is shipped, and it will eat us both! ”

The old man, who was still thinking about whether to make a hole in the winter and put the net in winter, heard his old lady Hedong lion roaring, hurriedly picked up the stool, and ran back with a fishing rod. If you are in Liaodi, you will definitely be a laughing stock when you see such a Manchurian who has taken the Han people and is so afraid of the inside, but here, there are only the two of them, and no one dares to laugh at the old man.

Perhaps a few decades ago, when the Golden Buddha returned and the imperial temple was flourishing, there was such a man who shook the ten dragons and ten elephants, and fought in the dark, just to return to the vulgar and pursue this old woman who is now white-headed. Of course, this is a thing of the past, and no one mentions the absurd shame anymore, and the lama who led the practice has become a mystery.

The old man rested his fishing rod on the edge of the door, and his tone did not dare to pant, and he laughed in a non-standard Chinese: "I owe you." ”

The woman asked, "Who is behind this?" ”

The old woman's face flashed a trace of gloom, and she muttered: "I thought it was Longhu Mountain, but now it seems that it is probably the chief of the Quanzhen family, the fortune operator." Such a calculation, only a ruthless person like him can think of it. ”

The woman's eyes froze and drifted away.

The old man held the pear paste in his hand, drank it moistly, and sat on the threshold somewhat comfortably, enjoying the last rays of sunshine. The old woman moved back to the chaise longue, and looked at the face with emotion, the voice whispered only to herself.

"I'm the one who owes you." (To be continued.) )