The Merry Man had been in Uncle Hua's small village for two or three months, and it was already time for autumn to come to an end. Several times she wanted to go home to take a look, but was stopped by Uncle Hua. If the pea seeds she planted don't germinate, don't think about going home, but this kind of seed already knows that it is a dead seed, how can it germinate?

Every day, like other farmers, he would thresh wheat, break corn, and take the cabbage home. Every morning when the rooster crows, she has to boil water and chop vegetables for breakfast. And Uncle Hua will only get up when he hears that the farmer has come back from the vegetable field.

Today is a crisp autumn day, and after a busy morning, Lord Merry took advantage of the warm sun to lie down on the stone pier outside the courtyard and fell asleep. As she fell asleep, she heard a "popping" sound in her ears, and she thought it was a villager passing in front of her, and she didn't take it seriously.

Then it turned out to be the sound of something cracking, and the Merry Lady opened her eyes, and she saw something emerge from the soil, and a still very short blue-green shoot had grown. The Merry Lord excitedly pushed the door of the firewood, rushed into the house and grabbed Uncle Hua's hand.

"Sprouted, sprouted, come and see sprout?"

"You are pushing and shoving, so that other villagers can see it and think that I have feelings for the yellow flower girl."

"Uncle Hua, why do you always joke with Feng'er? Are you sleepy?

"Just kidding, are you serious? What sprouted? ”

The Merry Lord led Uncle Hua to the outside of the courtyard, and she pointed to the dead seed that had been planted and now germinated.

"Yes, sincerely, the golden stone is open. You look forward to it sprouting every day, water and fertilize it, and it will sprout one day. ”

"Uncle Hua, you asked me to take good care of the seed, and now that it has sprouted, you have to tell me what to do next, right? Can I go home and have a look? ”

"Yes, yes, but you have to help me do something, take this and give it to Qingyan, a disciple of the watchman."

Uncle Hua handed a tattered book that didn't even have a cover to Lord Merry, who flipped through a few pages of the book, and it was really inexplicably written, and even the words were written like ants crawling and he couldn't recognize a few words.

"What kind of book is this, isn't Qingyan the first disciple of the Wangshou disciple to win in the martial arts competition, this is his?" The Merry Lord was confused by the god's chatter.

"You give him the book and he understands. Well, you're ready to go home. I was so anxious that my daughter came to see me, alas, old fellow, my health is not as good as a year. After saying that, Uncle Hua entered the house, and the merry god stepped forward to say goodbye to Uncle Hua, knocked on the door, but there was no echo in the house, she pushed the door hard, and the door could not be pushed open like a stone.

The Merry Lord had no choice but to wave at Uncle Hua's house. If you have a chance to come to see Uncle Hua in the future, he will definitely be in Ouqi at this time.

……

When the Merry Lord came home, he cleaned up the house and glanced at the book, why Uncle Hua knew Qingyan's name, this doesn't make sense, unless Qingyan went to see Uncle Hua, but the place where Uncle Hua lived except for her and Yuheng, it was impossible for anyone else to know. Without further ado, let's see Qingyan talking.

The Merry Lord came to the Asuki gate where the watchful disciples lived, and she rarely came here. Asuki is the place where the disciples on the first floor survey the terrain, and they are so busy that sometimes they don't have time to wash, so there is a strange smell of rumors in the house.

The Merry Lord is a woman, and she can't stand the messiness and the smell of sweat. As soon as she entered the house, she saw the guards resting, and the ground was full of unwashed clothes. The Merry Man walked over, picked up his clothes and looked at them, and there were a lot of blood stains and patches on them.

These Wangshou disciples are really hard, and they usually come very well, so they should really do something for them. The Merry Lord was about to find a washbasin to wash his clothes, and he accidentally kicked a gourd under his feet. The five watchmen immediately woke up when they heard the movement.

"Who dares to break into the Asuki gate?"

The vigilance of the guards is very strong, Guo Yuheng has cultivated very well, when these disciples usually sleep, the bird crown on their heads is placed by their side, and they can find any movement.

"Ah, Merry Lady? Why did you come to our Asuki gate? Guilty of a lot, we were just sleeping and didn't see clearly. Go, you peel an apple for the adults to eat, and throw your broken shoes on the ground, get dressed! ”

The watchman must have known that the place where he lived was dirty and messy, and he was embarrassed to see the woman.

"No need, I rarely come to you, you are too hard, I think you should do something, your master is not here, so I hope that the first disciple should improve."

"Lord Merry, what are these words, we are very grateful to the Master's courtyard for taking us in, and also taught us martial arts spells."

"You can't say that, the achievements of the first-level disciples are indispensable, how is Qinglu's health now?"

When the guards heard the name of the green furnace mentioned by the Merry Lord, they all lowered their heads and didn't dare to say a word.

"Tell me, what does it look like?"

"Qinglu He lost most of his internal strength in the martial arts competition, and now he can't recover, so he left the sect, and everyone went to look for him, and he didn't know where to go, and ...... Brother Hexing is dead. ”

The more they talked, the more unconfident they became, and they glanced at the face of the Merry Adult, and sure enough, the Merry Adult's face was angry, so they shouldn't have said this.

"How did Riverstar die? He was selected by the Precept Temple? The rest of the people respected him? ”

"We also heard that he died, as for how he died, everyone doesn't know, some people saw his body being taken away again, and now the law in the Discipline Temple is strict, and I asked Brother Hexing how he died, saying that the pressure was too great, and he died suddenly of heart disease."

The Merry Lord heard that Hexing had returned her precious life for the management of the Discipline Temple because of the pressure, and she herself had been sick in bed and didn't know what was going on outside, so she couldn't help but ask without being sad: "Where did Qingyan go, I have something to do with him." ”

"Qingyan took everyone to the crack to rectify the half-corpse, it's strange to say, the half-corpse has never hurt the villagers again, the controlled obedient, and the queue knows how to help people plant fields."

"It's all made of green smoke?"

"No, this time the control of the half-corpses is thanks to a strange man, he used some potions to make those half-corpses drink in, and the half-corpses have changed now."

Wangshou's disciples talked about what had happened recently, and they were just about to continue when they found that Qingyan had returned: "Qingyan, Lord Merry is thinking about you, you are back." ”

When the Merry Lord saw that Qingyan had returned, he brought the book to his hand. Several other disciples saw that Qingyan had a book in his hand, and it was given by Lord Merry, and they all gathered around curiously.

Qingyan's face changed when he read the first page of the book, and he glanced at the Merry Adult, who closed the book and walked out, followed by the Merry Adult.

"My lord, who gave this book?"

"My father taught it to me, and he repeatedly told me to hand it over to you myself."

"Your father? Because I have seen Ling Zun, how can he have this book? ”

"What kind of book is this, can you read it? None of these words looked like they were written down. ”

"This book is a secret, if it can only be kept by a micro-disciple, I beg the Merry Lord not to tell this matter. By the way, there is a Xingxin Pavilion in the world, saying that it is set up to protect the little master. ”

After saying that, Qingyan stuffed the book into his clothes and left in a hurry.

……

This is the Kunlun Secret Realm, and after that, it will only be inaccessible to people, and even birds and beasts will not go. Qingyan climbed into the secret realm and carried the wind into a cave.

Qingyan picked up the snow on the top of the mountain, turned the frozen snow into water with the power of his palm, and dripped it on the book.

The first time he saw this book was when he was five years old, and there was a middle-aged man reading the book and every time he read it, he would drip water on the book. Qingyan was sent to the sect when he was eight years old, but he never saw this book again.

He only remembered seeing the word "xing" because it was the only word he knew. He thought it was the word "six", and the man taught him that it was the word Xing. He was really surprised when he saw the book again today.

The words were neatly presented on the pages of the book, and Qingyan saw that the book was written "Lian Xingjue".

"Those who practice this mental method will definitely be able to prosper the town sect and protect the safety of the party. This book must be received by the Lian family, authored: Bodu. ”

Lian, my surname is Lian? The author of this book sees Bodu? Bodu seems to be the person from that strange bowl city?