[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Zhao Liang learned the whereabouts of some thousand bosses after being reminded by Xu Lao, and decided to go to Qipan Mountain the next day. But Mu Qingming and his wife had already taken a step ahead of him and went to Qipan Mountain to find the traces of Boss Qian. It's just that after looking around in the mountains and forests, I still didn't find Boss Qian. When Mo Han was a little tired, Mu Qing simply went to catch a pheasant to make roast chicken for his wife. But the chicken blood after killing the chicken attracted a down-and-out Taoist. Under the careful investigation of Mu Qingming, he found that the down-and-out Taoist in front of him was full of yin and yang, presumably a secluded master in the mountains, so he invited the other party to eat roast chicken together, and took the opportunity to ask the Taoist about the whereabouts of Boss Qian. I never thought that the rude Taoist in front of me was Boss Qian. 】

The shade of the trees was thick, and in the forest on the chessboard mountain, a dim light was cast.

The sun was in the west, the sunset was lingering, and the temperature in the forest had plummeted. In the dim shade of the trees, there was a faint coldness.

However, compared with Happy Horse Mountain, the cold in this chessboard mountain is not rich, but more of a slight coolness that comes with the mountain wind, which slowly diffuses in the dim shade and mottled silhouettes.

In the shade of the trees covered with mottled silhouettes, Mu Qingming and Mo Han's hearts were in shock, and they were all staring at the Taoist who appeared quietly beside them, and the real Qi all over their bodies was secretly running, and they could do it at any time.

I saw that the Taoist whose body was shrouded in darkness did not have the slightest murderous aura on his body. People are burly and tall, but they are very dirty. The body covered with black sweat and dirt, the robe of Achievement was in tatters, and the hem and sleeves were almost strips of cloth. He had a shawl on his head, and his long hair was almost glued together, dirty and messy.

But on the big square face full of dirt and mud, there are a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes with sharp eyes and sharp eyes like sharp arrows.

It's just that at this time, these big eyes are staring at the pheasant in Mu Qingming's hand.

When the man swallowed his saliva, the Adam's apple on his blackened neck, which was covered with sweat and dirt, moved.

In the mottled shadows of the trees, the birds are still crying endlessly with the refreshing mountain breeze, which is still crisp and pleasant. The sunset and sunset appear in the sky, and the orange and red dyed on the clouds in the sky are deeper and thicker. Mu Qing looked at the Taoist when he was silent, but he also concentrated on perceiving the breath in the other party's body.

However, in an instant, Mu Qing suddenly found that there were only two qi of yin and yang in the human body, but the two qi of yin and yang were extremely balanced, no more and no less, and at the same time, they were just balanced, but they did not conflict with each other.

At that moment, Mu Qingming's eyes narrowed slightly, and a little surprise rose in his heart, and he was dizzy in his heart. If this person knows how to fuse the two qi of yin and yang, so that they complement each other and become the phase of mutual life, then the qi in his body can form the true qi required by the dragon locking people and all kinds of thaumaturgy.

Taoism, which is as ancient as the dragon lock people, does also have unique exercises and practices that harmonize yin and yang, and the magic power of the dragon lock people is even in the same vein. But as far as Mu Qingming knows, for more than 2,000 years, in the intermittent wars, there have been many casualties among Taoist masters. In addition, in some periods, Taoists also entered the dynasty to participate in politics and helped the emperors in the past to refine the pill, which will inevitably cause trouble. And Taoism is not like a dragon locker, who has a perfect inheritance system for his thaumaturgy, so he has lost a lot of Taoist cheats. Today, on the land of China, those veterans who have practiced for decades or even nearly a hundred years like carp crossing the river are not like this Taoist standing in front of Mu Qingming's eyes now, so that the balance of yin and yang qi is so perfect and distinct.

Moreover, this person can easily absorb the breath of the grass and trees around him and cover his body, making his whole person merge with the grass and soil of the mountains. So before he spoke, Mu Qingming and Mo Han were distracted again, and they didn't notice his presence and approach.

Soon, Mu Qingming was shocked again. He and the Taoist are close at hand, less than a zhang away one after another, even if Mu Qingming's perception ability is not as good as Miaotian, after careful investigation, it is not difficult to find that the yin and yang qi in this Taoist's body is actually the spirit of the earth.

The creatures in the world have their own aura, the trees have the wood spirit, and the stone has the earth spirit; After long-term cultivation, the plants and trees attached to the aura can all turn into human forms, and the dragon lockers call them generally-spirits. The qi in the body of this Taoist in front of him, regardless of yin and yang, is an earth spirit, so that Taoist can absorb the aura of the surrounding plants and trees into his body as a cover.

Mu Qingming immediately predicted that this person was not only a reclusive master in the mountains, but also a stone spirit. He couldn't help but think of the chessboard stone he saw with Mo Han on the top of the mountain when he arrived in the mountain.

At that time, they found that the chessboard stone contained a strong aura. And the abundant aura in the chessboard mountain is mostly due to the continuous leakage of the aura in the chessboard stone, which also suppresses the aura in the mountain so that it will not overflow.

In the tall and handsome mountain forests, the birds perched among the branches and green leaves seemed to be tired, and they all stopped chirping one after another. After Mu Qingming and Mo Han saw that there was no murderous aura on each other's bodies, they both relaxed their vigilance a little. After the two of them glanced at each other, Mu Qingming raised his eyes again to look at the Taoist who was not far away and swallowed his saliva again.

Mu Qingming followed his fixed gaze and saw his radiant eyes, which were staring at the pheasant in Mu Qingming's hand from beginning to end, which had lost a lot of feathers and became no longer beautiful.

After looking at the man, still swallowing saliva, he knew what attracted this person.

I just couldn't find the whereabouts of Boss Qian, and there was a stone spirit who had cultivated in the mountains, and he must have known a lot about the mountains and the vicinity of the mountain, so Mu Qingming could just ask about this Shi Ling Boss Qian.

So Mu Qingming put away his last vigilance, smiled at the man and asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”。

When the man saw him ask, he immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, but he still didn't take his eyes off the pheasant.

Mu Qingming's face was pleasant, and he smiled indifferently. It's just that there is a subtle hint of subtlety in his smile that flashes away, showing that he is very cunning at that moment.

"I can divide half of your chicken, but you have to dig a hole for me, collect firewood, and make a fire." Mu Qingming, who was still smiling, said slowly to the Taoist.

After finishing speaking, the corners of Mu Qingming's upturned mouth had not been lowered, and the Taoist had already turned around and left. After a while, I couldn't wait to bring a lot of dry firewood, and began to dig a pit in a small clearing where there was no grass and trees in the forest, with a stone that I picked up casually.

The sky is getting dark, the sky and the earth are being swallowed up by darkness little by little, and the chessboard mountain is even more quiet, and the rest is only quiet.

The crisp sound of "crackling" came from the deep pit dug out by the Taoist, and the dancing flames licked the firewood. Dots of sparks flew up, and puffs of light smoke rose. Mu Qingming and Mo Han sat side by side by the fire, while the Taoist who couldn't stop swallowing saliva sat opposite. The Taoist's eyes kept through the flames and green smoke, staring at the pheasant that Mu Qingming had plucked and disemboweled with a thick branch and washed with the remaining half pot of water and grass.

Mu Qingming kept the chicken on the fire, slowly turning it through the pheasant branches. As he slowly turned, every inch of the pheasant's sturdy chicken roasted by the flames gradually turned golden.

The little fat in the chicken turned into fat, and on the golden skin of the pheasant, it slowly condensed into round oil beads and then paused and dripped down. When it fell into the fire, the flames suddenly rose high all over the wood.

In the mountains and forests shrouded in the orange of the dim sunset, there is a fragrant smell of delicious meat, which is wafting away with the evening breeze in the forest.

Even Mo Han, who often cooks, just smelled a little bit of aroma, and he couldn't help but move his index finger while his mouth was full of relish.

Compared to the desire for food, Mo Han is even more surprised. It's been almost a year since I married Mu Qingming, and I realized that my husband was also a master who could cook. I used to think that my husband was just a young master who couldn't even tell the difference between a cutting board and a rolling pin.

After another moment, he looked at Mu Qingming, who was in the fire, reached out to his sleeve and touched it, and took out a blue and white porcelain vase. After Mu Qingming bit the cork of the porcelain bottle in his hand with his teeth, he pulled out the cork, and carefully sprinkled the mixture of spiced pepper and salt in the bottle on the golden meat of the pheasant. Then slowly turn the branches and roast, and the smell of the air is getting stronger and stronger.

Looking at Mu Qingming's careful and serious appearance, he didn't know the details and thought that he was the young master of the family of the descendants of the cook.

Mu Qingming sprinkled the seasoning evenly, roasted the chicken for a while, and then pulled the roast chicken away from the fire, let it slowly drizzle the oil on the skin, and then removed the roast chicken from the branch.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Qingming grabbed the feet of the roast chicken with both hands without hesitation, and broke it hard, and the whole roast chicken was split into two. Without hesitation, he handed one of them to the Taoist, and gave the rest to his wife.

The Taoist took half of the roast chicken and immediately devoured it, not even spitting out the bones in the chicken, and chewing it in his mouth kept making a rattling sound, as if he was chewing broad beans.

Looking at his fast and eager eating, he looked like a very hungry refugee, the kind that he hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

Three times five divided by two, half of the roast chicken was eaten by the man, and it was chewed and swallowed together with the belt meat and bones. Anyway, he is also out of order, and he can't hurt his stomach if he doesn't vomit bones, so Mu Qingming doesn't care about him.

It's just that the temperature in the forest plummeted, and Mu Qingming was also afraid of Mo Han and was stunned, so he habitually put off his robe and put it on his wife.

"It's delicious, I haven't eaten such delicious roast chicken in a long time." After a vague statement, the Taoist swallowed the chicken in his mouth and licked the oil stains on his hands.

"It's delicious." Seeing that he satisfied his appetite, Mu Qingming smiled and said, "Since you have eaten my roast chicken, then do me a favor." Let me ask you something, is there a person named Boss Qian nearby? Where can I find him? ”。

"Yes." The Taoist nodded without thinking, opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, and tore the roast chicken in his hand.

The flames in the fire pit gradually dimmed as the sky darkened, leaving only a dark red flame, which danced gently between the charred charcoal.

Sparks and light green smoke rose slowly from the depths of the fiery red cracks between the cracked charcoal.

"I'm Boss Qian." After swallowing the chewed meat in his mouth, the Taoist raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Qingming, who was calm and relaxed in the dark, and then blurted out.

The Daoist's gaze retracted, and when it landed on the roast chicken in his hand again, Mu Qingming and Mo Han's eyes paused in surprise. The four eyes pierced through the darkness in the forest in unison, and through the dark red firelight, they looked at the ragged and dirty Taoist, and at the same time opened their lips slightly, but they were speechless.

The overwhelming darkness after sunset could not hide the surprised look on their faces.

It can't cover the suspicion that gradually appeared in their eyes when they looked at each other's Taoists as time passed.

Do Taoists lie? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.