On a high snow-covered mountain, the ice and snow reflect the sunlight and shine dazzlingly.

There is a glacial lake on the mountainside, and on top of it are crystal clear lotus flowers. There is a cave on the inside of the glacial lake, and the cold air is as white as a substance.

The cave is not very wide, the stone walls are full of ice crystals, and it takes not a few steps to reach the end, and in the middle of it is a cold ice bed, on which lies a man in white with his eyes closed, his eyebrows and eyes slender, and his hands folded on his chest.

"Dao Chief, how is my master, why is he still not awake?"

A young man in a green shirt kept shaking the shoulders of the old man in the Taoist robe next to him, and his thick eyebrows were full of anxiety.

The Taoist chief in the words frowned, held the head of the dust, and knocked the young man's hand with that hand, and said angrily: "Songqing, let go quickly, the old bones of the poor road will be broken up by you!" ”

Song Qing was knocked so that the back of his hand was a little red, but he still refused to let go.

"Dao Chief, aren't you an immortal cultivator, how can you fall apart, don't try to deceive me! As long as you cure my master, I will let you go!" ”

Qingyun Dao sighed sadly, and pointed at the person on the ice bed, and a golden light quickly sank into the person's forehead.

Suddenly, the thunder in the cave shook through, and the purple thunder rolled, all wrapped around the body of the man in white, forcing Qingyun and Songqing not to approach.

"You see, the heavenly punishment on Uncle Shi's ancestor has appeared, what can I do?

It's not to blame you for not taking a good look at him, so that he should not have thoughts, you look at the red dress that day, as if he was enchanted, but it scared me! ”

It turned out that the person lying on the ice bed was Huaisu, and since the incident happened that day, he has disappeared without a trace, but he didn't expect it to be here.

Song Qing refused to give up, and paced around the ice bed vigorously.

"Then what should I do, does the master have to lie down like this all the time?"

Daoist Qingyun looked at the unconscious person and kept sighing.

This is not the first time this has happened, but this is the first time it has been so serious.

Obsession, it's all obsession that harms people!

Daoist Qingyun shook his head, shook off the dust and strengthened the seal of the cave, and then said slowly: "Fortunately, it didn't cause a big disaster, and after a while, the purple thunder subsided, and the Heavenly Punishment Mark was hidden, so it would be no big problem."

These days, you have to stay here, this is the forbidden place of my Xianliu Mountain, and I have cast a spell, so my disciples will not come in. ”

Following his gaze, there was a purple Heavenly Thunder Mark under Huaisu's left eye, and the terrifying power of Heavenly Punishment was revealed from the mark.

Song Qing nodded again and again when he heard this.

Songqing spends most of the day guarding Huaisu, and the other part of the time is spent sitting on the dead tree above the cave and looking into the distance.

Mt. Senryu is covered with heavy snow all year round, and white is the most common color here.

But he didn't feel bored or desolate at all, because he was no longer alone in this world.

"Lord Songqing, this is the wine and food for the next three days." Outside the canyon, a disciple placed the food box on the stone platform.

Song Qing sensed the fluctuation of the formation, jumped into the air, and disappeared immediately.

In the canyon outside the glacial lake, a blue finch flew, flapped its wings twice and landed on the ground, turning into a human form.

"Well, you should step back first."

The disciple stroked his chest and bowed slightly, and left directly.

It's almost May, and the post-disaster reconstruction is going well, and the people are full of enthusiasm because of the aftermath and the prince's sitting, and they are all full of expectations for the future.

In order to alleviate the problem of food shortage in the coming year, Yu Yin has proposed that the jade cocoons have been distributed, and the most experienced old farmers in the three cities have formed seedling groups to cultivate seedlings.

The people didn't know what the jade cocoon was, so they didn't dare to plant it easily, but now that the sowing period of rice and wheat has passed, there is no grain that can be sown at this time, so they have agreed with the mentality of giving it a try.

In recent days, there have been a lot of people in the city, all of them fresh faces, and the accents are not locals.

Yu Yin didn't care too much, and every time he inspected the disaster relief situation with Liang Yan, he led the "dog" to walk on the fifteenth day of the new year.

Ningshuo City has gradually returned to prosperity, and restaurants and shops have opened.

Yu Yin wandered through the alleys, and finally stopped at the door of a restaurant.

The restaurant is a little remote, it is the end of the alley, the pillars on both sides are mottled, and it is on the years at a glance.

However, the door is very clean along the pillars, and it rained last night, and there are no stains on this threshold, which also proves that there is indeed not much business here.

"Miss, I see that business here is sluggish, so don't go in." After looking at it, Qingming frowned and persuaded softly.

The aftermath stopped for nothing else, just because the name of the restaurant "human guest" has a bit of meaning.

Instead of listening to Qingming's advice, he chewed and tasted it in his mouth, and walked into the gate.

"Boss, boss, what are your specialties here?"

After entering, I inquired and carefully looked at the interior of the store. Simple and clean, a pleasant place.

The store was a little dark, and a polite old man appeared behind the counter, dressed in a gray and white robe, meticulously dressed, looking like a teacher.

The old man sighed, clicked the abacus, and his mouth was not strict with the eviction order.

"Girl, sons, you better go elsewhere, this store is not welcoming customers for the time being."

Chu Yi asked suspiciously, "Don't welcome guests?" But you didn't hang a sign to close. ”

Qingming suddenly frowned, and stared at the old man gloomily: "You old man, you don't welcome guests when you open the door, you deliberately entertain us!" ”

The old man also seemed to be a temperamental person, so he shook the abacus and replied in a raised voice: "I said that if I don't welcome customers, I won't welcome customers, I am the owner of this shop, and I have the final say!" ”

Qingming leaned on the counter, stretched out his hand and grabbed the abacus and smashed it to the ground: "You say that if you don't welcome guests, you won't welcome guests, my young lady can take a fancy to your broken place, which is a blessing that you have cultivated for several lifetimes!" You dare to drive us away, you ......"

"Qingming! Don't be rude! Yu Yin let out a low snort, stopping Qingming's behavior.

Turning his head and whispering to the old man, "Uncle, I saw that you were a very interesting guest in the world, so I wanted to come in and have a look." My little boy has been spoiled by me, don't take it seriously. ”

The old man's face softened slightly, glanced at Yu Yin a few times, and then glanced at Chu Yififteen and the two pets behind her.

"You're the county lord, aren't you?" The words were faint.

Before Yu Yin could say yes, the old man added: "You are the county lord, and I won't accept it." ”

That sounded arrogant, and it was the first time that Yu Yin had met such a boss.

I wasn't angry, I nodded and wanted to leave.

"Wait, I heard that the county lord is the first person in the literary world of Qi Kingdom, if you can use the name of my shop to compose a poem, I will agree with you to stay."

Yu Yin stopped, guessing that this boss is so temperamental, will he be some kind of hermit master, is there anything good after answering the question, after thinking about it, I think it is better to give it a try, what if there is really one?

"Okay, I promise you." Yu Yin replied.

"County Lord, do you really want to compose a poem for him, this guy is not polite to you at all!" Qingming was very unhappy.