After staying in the Laifu Inn in the wild bamboo forest for a day, Li Molan and He Xingge had no intention of staying longer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although those Jianghu guests and the proprietress of the Laifu Inn wanted to express their gratitude to He Xingge, this second disciple from Qiuming Mountain only understood these gratitudes, and left in a hurry the next day.

There was also Li Molan with him, which disappointed everyone who was recuperating in the inn.

"That boss lady is kind of interesting to you, why don't you really do something in response?"

On the way, Li Molan asked with a teasing voice.

"No kidding, how could it be. ”

He Xingge laughed at it, the white robe was carrying a knife, and he was indescribably chic, so that the proprietress at the door of the Laifu Inn in the distance looked at each other obsessively, like a wangfu stone.

Out of the Rifle Inn, the old green cow was already waiting for him on the side of the road early, Li Molan climbed on the back of the cow very skillfully, and then rode the green cow to walk with He Xingge temporarily.

Because of the wild bamboo forest now, you have to cross a mountain range called Qinling, this mountain range is relatively large, whether you want to go to Qiuming Mountain, or to go to Daomen, here is a must-pass place.

For the old green cow, He Xingge was very surprised at first, and this psychic old cow did not have any ill feelings towards this natural gentleman with a heroic spirit, and they got along quite well.

"Xiaoqing's temperament is relatively bad, a little dark, you should be careful. ”

Li Molan sat on the back of the cow and reminded He Xingge. Back then, this old green cow colluded with the dry wine poem to trick Li Molan into arguing with the gangsters on the street, but when he turned his head, one person and one cow disappeared, causing him to be chased for several streets, and this incident can never be forgotten.

"Oh?" He Xingge glanced at the old green cow in surprise.

It was obvious that the old green cow was very dissatisfied with what the young man on his back said, and roared twice in a low voice, and shook his body by the way.

It's a pity that Li Molan was on guard and sat firmly and was not thrown off.

"Such a psychic old cow, no, it should be said that it is a demon beast, I feel a very strong aura of demonic energy on this old green cow, even if it is placed in Qiuming Mountain, it is enough to get a very high treatment, it is actually your mount, you really impress me." ”

He Xingge was amazed.

The old green cow roared quite well, and he could hear that he was in a good mood.

It's just that this roar is quite loud, echoing in the continuous Qinling Mountain Range, alarming a flock of flying birds.

It's late autumn, and the temperature is starting to drop.

Li Molan rode a cow and He Xingge in the Qinling Mountains for the time being, and could only sleep in the wilderness at night, and estimated that they should speed up.

It's November soon, and soon the cold winter wax moon is coming, if you haven't walked out of the Qinling Mountains at that time, then it will definitely be very cold to sleep in the wild in the middle of the night, and neither of them has any spare clothes.

There are also some mountain villages in the Qinling Mountains, and three days later, Li Molan and He Xingge met a small village in the mountains.

There are not many people in the village, and the villagers are very simple, so the two of them spent the night here.

At night, wolves howl occasionally outside the village, and the village does not have much protection, except that the inhabitants generally live by hunting and are not afraid of such wild beasts.

There are even some brave men who go out in groups at night to hunt, and occasionally hunt wild animals such as large black bears, and then the women of the village are responsible for skinning them.

The scene would be bloody, but the children in the village seemed to be completely unafraid, and stood by with great interest.

The family where Li Molan stayed was a relatively ordinary family, with his father in charge of hunting, his mother in charge of laundry, cooking, chopping wood and digging wild vegetables, and the young children who were in charge of playing and growing up and becoming the pillars of the village in the future.

According to the man of this family, he actually wants to train his child to be a literati who can read and write, so that it is a matter of honoring his ancestors.

After all, no matter whether it is a big city or a small city, those affairs are always handled by literati, and the probability of becoming an official is indeed high when reading, and if you want to become a cultivator, being able to read and write is also an essential part.

In a sense, the monks are the best at the level of culture.

All the cultivators in the world are scholars.

In the evening, Li Molan taught the little boy of this family a few words a little, and he was treated with considerable respect at once.

On the other side, He Xingge was treating those who were injured by wild beasts, and was mistaken for a doctor who traveled the world, causing a lot of uproar.

Whether it is a "gentleman" like Li Molan or a "doctor" like He Xingge, they are all characters that have never existed in this small village, and even some parents bring their children over to apprentice or something, which is quite troublesome, which makes Li Molan shirk for a long time.

The moon is shining, and the stars in the night sky are shining.

The starlight that has traveled thousands of light-years falls on people's bodies, as if it has stained the leaves of the forest with a layer of frost.

Li Molan, who was a little insomnia in the middle of the night because of the snoring noise made by the men sleeping in this family, walked out of the house, casually found an earthen wall and climbed it, and sat directly on the roof of the house, not because he wanted to look up at the starry sky or anything, but felt that sleeping on the roof should not be noisy, but he just climbed to the roof, and when he turned his head, he saw that He Xingge was also there, and he was a little surprised.

"You're so noisy that you can't sleep?"

Li Molan thought for a while, vaguely heard the long-lasting thunderous snoring in another room downstairs, and understood the reason.

He Xingge smiled bitterly: "It seems that you are too." ”

Li Molan lay down on the roof and said, "It's a little cold, it's about to be winter." ”

He Xingge said: "Let's hurry up and get out of Qinling, this place has rugged mountain roads, if we go to those places where there is no village and no store at night, we have to sleep in the cold wind, but there is no place for you to shelter from the wind and rain." ”

Li Molan thought about it, and then said, "I'll ask you something." ”

He Xingge asked, "What's the matter?"

"Am I a genius?"

"I can't find any other answer to your words than narcissism. ”

He Xingge was a little speechless, stunned, and finally could only reply like this.

Li Molan thought for a while and said, "I've only been practicing for four years, and I can already match you in terms of strength, right? At least I can be equal, then I should be very genius, right? It's not that I want to brag or anything, but I want to confirm such a fact." ”

Although he said it more sincerely, He Xingge still felt that he was selling himself and boasting, especially when he also specially cited the comparison of the strength of the two sides four years ago, which looked a bit like showing off the speed of his own strength progress.

He replied: "You should indeed be a genius, at least among the people I have seen, except for the senior brother, no one can compare to you, as for the one of Emperor Zizhai and the one of the Daomen, I have not seen it, so it is not good to evaluate." ”

Li Molan asked, "So, I'm indeed a genius, right?"

He Xingge nodded: "You should be a genius." ”

Li Molan stopped talking and was silent for a long time.

For a while, in addition to the starlight and moonlight on the roof, there was also the wind and grass in the distance, and there was not much sound, and it was very quiet.

"So, do you think I can successfully open up the qi veins, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and become a cultivator?"

Li Molan turned her head, looked at He Xingge, and asked very seriously.

He Xingge suddenly understood what he meant.

So he said, "You're worried, you don't have the talent to be a cultivator, do you?"

Li Molan didn't speak, and nodded lightly.

He Xingge said: "Most people are closed in the first day, unable to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and cannot practice the way of immortality, this is ordinary people. True cultivators are one in a hundred, and they have the usual innate qi veins, so they can cultivate the Tao, and it is okay to call them geniuses, because their talents are innate. ”

As he spoke, he showed a serious expression and said with encouragement: "I don't know if you can cultivate the Dao, I can't tell if your Qi veins are normal, but I'm sure you are a genius, and geniuses are generally able to cultivate the Dao." ”

Li Molan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said: "Your evaluation reassures me, and you are also a genius yourself, which makes me even more relieved." ”

He Xingge smiled slightly.

In fact, it seems a bit premature to think about whether he can cultivate the Tao now, after all, the test will not start until March, just as when he walks, he looks more at the road in front of him than at the mountains and mountains beyond.

If, on the day of the test, he passes the other examinations, but does not possess the qualifications to cultivate the Dao, then he ...... I'm afraid I won't be willing to admit that I'm mediocre, because he's ...... It's a genius.