Qingyang was a little puzzled, why did he suddenly return to this place? Is this lotus platform in the Valley of Asking Hearts so magical? Can you teleport people directly to where they want to go? No, I seem to have been in the Valley of Inquiry before, and participated in the third level of the Conscience Challenge, could it be that all this is illusory, and it was conjured up in my heart by the Valley of Asking Hearts and used to test the Conscience?

In this case, but be careful, this small Taoist temple is a taboo in your heart, and it is the most problematic place in your state of mind, but don't capsize in the gutter, it's better to leave this place as soon as possible, thinking of this, Qingyang hurriedly turned around and walked down the mountain.

Before he could take a few steps, an old voice suddenly came from behind him, "Little Zamao, where are you going?" If you don't cook when you get to dinner, do you want to starve to death Dao Ye me? ”

Although he hadn't heard this voice for more than a hundred years, when it rang in his ears, Qingyang was still stunned for a moment, and a layer of fog couldn't help but rise in his eyes.

Qingyang didn't know that he was being tested by the Valley of Questions, he didn't know that all this was fake, he didn't know that this was the Valley of Questions, and he didn't know that he was likely to fail the challenge after he stopped, but he still couldn't help but turn his head, because he had fantasized about this scene countless times, because this voice made him unable to move anymore, and because he wanted to take another look at the owner of this voice, no matter what the cost.

At the door of the small Taoist temple, a sloppy old Taoist is leaning against the wall, lazily looking at Qingyang, this old Taoist beard is white, thin body, wearing a shabby Taoist robe, but his face is extremely ruddy, if you don't consider the sloppy and shabby Taoist robe, it can be regarded as a crane hair and a childish face.

Isn't this the old master Songhe who has been dependent on him since he was a child? Qingyang couldn't control himself anymore, walked quickly to the old way, his eyes were foggy, he looked at the old road Songhe with affection, and said, "Master, is it really you?" I've been thinking of the dead all these years. ”

The old Taoist Songhe seemed a little uncomfortable with the apprentice suddenly becoming so enthusiastic, and said with a puzzled face: "You little bastard, you usually call me an old liar, why did you change your name to Master today?" Didn't you do something bad and were afraid that I would punish you? Could it be that you stole the good wine that Dao Ye treasured? ”

Songhe is an old man who is addicted to alcohol, how can he tolerate such a thing? He hurriedly turned around and entered the house, and after tossing for a long time, he found a wine jar, sniffed it with his nose, and found that his treasure of good wine had not decreased, so he was relieved and wondered: "This is strange, I didn't steal the good wine of the Taoist master, but I was so attentive, is it just lazy and don't want to cook?" ”

Thinking of this, Songhe Lao Dao glanced at Qingyang and said: "Daoye, I haven't eaten for more than a day, I'm just waiting for you to come back to cook, it's not okay to be lazy, today is your good luck, I have the opportunity to taste the good wine that Dao Ye has treasured for many years, hurry up, don't delay the time." ”

More than a hundred years later, to be able to be supported by his master again, to be able to cook a meal for his master again, such a thing Qingyang is sweet, hurriedly drilled into the Taoist temple, began to prepare a meal for the two, watching Qingyang trot all the way, for fear that the master would not let him help, Songhe Lao Dao scratched his head in the back, what happened to his apprentice? It's not at all like it used to be.

The meal was quickly ready, and it was placed on a dilapidated wooden table on the side of the Taoist temple, a plate of shallots mixed with tofu, a plate of boiled broad beans, a plate of fried wild vegetables, and a plate of cold pickles.

Songhe Lao Dao found two porcelain bowls, opened the wine jar and poured the two porcelain bowls full, and then carefully stored the wine jar, then took a bowl and handed it to Qingyang, and said: "This jar of wine is for the teacher more than ten years ago to save a brewing master, he in order to thank me for saving my life specially gifted to me, and then it has been treasured by me in this Taoist temple, speaking of which is older than your age, how many years, for the teacher are reluctant to drink a sip, take it out today, and let you open the meat." ”

Qingyang took the wine bowl, took a small sip, a spicy taste rushed into his throat, Qingyang closed his eyes and savored it, the taste was so familiar, familiar that people almost shed tears. Over the years, Qingyang has tasted many good wines, countless spirit wines and immortal wines, all of which can be called Qiong Jelly and Jade Liquid, almost every one of them tastes better than the wine just now, but those good wines are missing something, lacking some feelings in it, missing a trace of longing, and lacking a taste of aftertaste, which makes people just treat drinking as drinking, but they don't think of anything more.

And today's wine, although the taste is not very good compared with the spirit wine and immortal wine that Qingyang has drunk, but when you taste it carefully, it is so familiar, so warm, so intoxicating, so aftertaste, people are immersed in it, and they are reluctant to wake up.

After taking a sip of wine, Qingyang picked up his chopsticks and ate a few more bites of food, although the dishes on the table were simple, they tasted very good, and seemed to be better than any delicacy. These small dishes are made by Qingyang, the taste is almost the same as that made by the master, it was Qingyang who was taught by the old Songhe Dao, since leaving the old Songhe Dao, Qingyang has never eaten the dishes made by the master, and rarely makes such dishes by himself, not that he can't, but he doesn't want to, and he doesn't dare, and now he tastes this familiar taste again, Qingyang is so excited that he almost cried.

Looking at the disciple's face full of emotion, Songhe Lao Dao was a little surprised, and said, "Isn't it just a bowl of good wine?" How did you get excited like this? The teacher is an old drunkard, I didn't expect to accept an apprentice is a little drunkard, since you like it so much, I won't keep this jar of wine, let's drink it in one go, but for the teacher to have this bit of inventory, the future wine money will depend on the apprentice you to honor. ”

After finishing speaking, Songhe Lao Dao took out the wine jar that he had just hidden, and filled their respective wine bowls, with a posture of not giving up until he finished drinking, and it was rare to have a chance to get drunk with the master, Qingyang was not polite, so he drank with Songhe Lao Dao.

After drinking most of the jar of wine, Qingyang was already drunk and hazy, and Songhe said slowly: "Apprentice, life is rare for seventy years, and the teacher is already over eighty years old this year, even if he has practiced martial arts for many years, he has not lived for a few years, and he is ready to pass on this Xiping View to you, are you willing to accept it?" ”

Although Qingyang was drunk, he was still sober in his heart, he knew very well that all this was fake, it was conjured up by the Valley of Conscience, but in the face of this situation, he really didn't know what to say, and he was worried that if he refused, there would be unexpected results.