"Master, uncle, the meal is ready." A clear voice sounded from the other end of the hut.

Following the prestige, a young man also dressed in a light blue robe walked out of the kitchen with a meal, his body was light, his appearance was extraordinary, his eyes were bright, and his slightly thin body was exactly the same as his master's thin appearance. It's just that he is in the age of bunching his hair, and his fair cheeks look a little more energetic, just like Fu Fan He Lang.

The Taoist didn't answer, he and Wu Qiufang's master and apprentice had been in this mountain for sixteen years, both of them were taciturn, and they were used to each other, so they just slowly straightened their clothes and got up to go.

Zhou Zong responded like a bell, thinking that after a tiring journey, his desire to be hungry was already strong.

The wooden dining table has been eroded by time and is somewhat uneven. The dishes on the table are also vegetarian, simple and light. After taking his seat, Qiu Fang served a meal for the two division commanders and said, "Uncle Zhou, there is only coarse tea and light rice in the mountains, please settle down." ”

"I am used to eating big fish and meat on weekdays, and it is a good thing to occasionally try coarse tea and light rice." Zhou Zong said with a smile.

Qiu Fang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and had some doubts in his heart, thinking that Master often said that we cultivators must have a pure heart and few desires, although we have never explicitly ordered that we should not eat meat, but most of them are mainly vegetarians.

Although the young man muttered in his heart, the two people present had already seen the doubts on Qiu Fang's face.

Zhou Zong still said "hehe" and said with a smile: "Qiufang, since the death of your master immortal, our Dongji Gate has divided the two veins of secular affairs and cultivation, and I will take care of the secular affairs, and only your master and apprentice will concentrate on cultivation." We don't have so many rules in our secular affairs. With that, Zhou Zong turned to look at the Taoist.

Qiu Fang replied thoughtfully, he had heard of the word Dongji Gate for the first time, and he didn't know who Master Tai was and what the mundane affairs were. Zhou Zong saw the appearance of Qiu Fang, and guessed in his heart, his senior brother wanted to come in the past sixteen years, in addition to teaching Qiu Fang spells and cultivation, I am afraid that the origin of the door and other things have not been mentioned, and he was about to talk to this little nephew, but was suddenly interrupted by the Taoist.

"The road down the mountain is still long, and there is no need to rush to tell Qiufang about the matter in the door at this time." The Taoist's voice was still undulating, he paused, and said, "Qiufang, you and your Uncle Zhou will go to Los Angeles first, and after you are familiar with worldly things and have a solid foundation, you will immediately set off to paint the city." ”

Beforehand, the Taoist had roughly mentioned the matter of going down the mountain with Qiu Fang, and at this moment, the young man was not shocked in his heart, but responded respectfully.

It's just that Zhou Zong was a little confused when he heard this: "Senior brother, why did you go to the painting city if you don't go to the imperial city?"

"This is the number of fate, and it is done by the destiny of heaven." The Taoist said a little mysteriously, but Zhou Zong didn't know how to take this magic stick for a while.

"Master, what about the apprentice after he arrives in the painting city?" Qiu Fang also asked a little puzzled, he has a pure nature, he knows very little about the world, except for his master and an old man who came to visit back then, counting this uncle, he has only seen three people, naturally he is simple-minded, and he is used to going straight.

In the sixteen years he spent, all he did was practice and cooking, and Master never told him about the world, let alone his life experience. Although he didn't say anything about it, he was extremely worried in his heart, and after thinking about it, he mistakenly thought that the master didn't want to see him dangling in front of him again, so he wanted to find an excuse to drive him down the mountain.

This thought surged and made the young man even more restless, and his right hand trembled a little and rested the wooden chopsticks on the bowl, how could he still think about the food in front of him.

"Wait, just wait. This trip is of great significance, and you should keep in mind three points: first, you must not be forced to expose your ways. Second, the human heart is sinister, and pay more attention to everything. Third, cultivation is a hundred-year plan, and homework cannot be stopped. In short, everything is about safety, if there is anything difficult to solve, you can send me a letter and ask me. "The Taoist led the big autumn boat in one hand, how could he not know what he was thinking in his heart, and he was a rare relief.

"Disciple remember, you will live up to the master's trust." Seeing that the master had no intention of driving him away, Qiu Fang's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and he hurriedly expressed his determination to the Taoist.

Zhou Zongliang on the side didn't say anything for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother, you haven't studied the art of Yili all these years, have you?"

When the Taoist heard this, he snorted coldly. This junior brother's speech and demeanor are often a little frivolous and stubborn, which is completely different from his own serious temperament. But he still endured his dissatisfaction and replied, "The fate of the mountain doctors is divined, and the essence of each is something that my generation can figure out at will." ”

"But that painting city is not as good as the imperial city or Los Angeles, that Liu Liyan divides one side, supports the army and respects himself, and his cultivation is like a realm. Not to mention that he is not respected by the orders of the people, our Dongji Gate is there, and there is no half of the power, with the situation of Qiufang, you still don't let him use the Taoist technique at will, wouldn't it cost him his life?"

Zhou Zong was a little anxious, normally, he has been in the same family with this senior brother for more than forty years, and sometimes it doesn't hurt to speak without scruples, but when he meets the senior brother Zhengse, even if he is now the head of the family, he doesn't dare to argue too much. It's just that this time the stakes are very high, and we can't afford to make a mistake, so we have to fight on the basis of reason.

"It's just that he doesn't let him use it at will, not that he doesn't use it, although the painting city is mixed, but there is Liu Liyan, and it is also considered Heqing Haiyan, who dares to blatantly make a mistake there? What's more, in the sixteen years that Qiu Fang has been with me, he is extremely talented, and his talisman skills have been perfected, and there are not many people in this world who can hurt his life at will. The Taoist also refused to retreat, and Qiufang on the side saw that the master and uncle were arguing for themselves, so they couldn't help it, so they had to add food to the two of them.

"Senior brother, it's easy to dodge open guns and hard to defend against dark arrows!"

"If you can't pass this level, then it's better to never go down the mountain." The Daoist's face was already gloomy, and his tone became harsh.

Qiu Fang heard that he didn't need to go down the mountain, and he was a little happy for a while, he didn't care where he came from, what blood and hatred he carried, and he was a hundred times happier than any unknown earthly world in the mountains. was about to take a sip, but when he saw the Taoist man's cold face with a touch of anger, he had to change his words and said: "You must be careful in everything and protect yourself." ”

The Taoist nodded when he heard this, slightly relieved. Zhou Zong saw the harmony between the master and apprentice, and knew that it would be in vain for him to fight any longer, so he had to wave his hand: "That's it, I won't listen to a word of persuasion for the rest of my life."

At this time, Qiu Fang seemed to remember something, and his voice was a little higher: "Master, why don't you go down the mountain with your disciples?" Wouldn't there be no need to worry about other dangers? ”

Seeing this, Zhou Zong was about to say something, thought about it again, and while lifting the wooden chopsticks and stretching them out to the dining table, he said abruptly: "Your master has sworn a poisonous oath that he will never go down the mountain again in this life."

Qiu Fang wanted to ask something more, but when he saw the face of the Taoist, he didn't dare to ask more, so he nodded and stopped talking.

The Taoist was suddenly aroused by this sentence, and looked up at the window inexplicably, the banyan tree by the thatched hut has been several years old, and there are some shadows on the branches falling in the house, and after the wind blows, the shadows of the trees are swaying. He gradually became obsessed, and it seemed that time had fallen silent.

Qiu Fang looked at the Taoist contemplation in a daze, and there was a trace of warmth in his cold eyes. This is something that Qiu Fang has not seen in sixteen years, he thought that his master was pure in heart and had few desires, except for cultivation is cultivation, but today he saw something else in the eyes of the master, and he was stunned for a while, and he always felt that suddenly a ray of light flowed out from behind the master, cutting off the coming deep and boundless night.

After a long time, the Taoist came to his senses, and he didn't look at the two people who had been silent for a long time in front of him, and said indifferently, "Eat vegetables." ”