The Qingqiu Mountains are vast, covering an extremely wide area, and the environment in the mountains is quiet, but there is no Yuan Qi at all, and it has been abandoned for a long time.

Originally, a hundred years ago, the Qingqiu Mountain Range was an excellent spiritual place for spiritual cultivation.

Because, this place is the residence of the previous lord of Sifang City.

After the fall of this person, Shui Dumping River soon settled in Sifang City and became the new city lord.

For some reason, Shui Dumping River was reluctant to set up the City Lord's Mansion in Qingqiu Mountain, so this mountain range was empty.

Therefore, the officials of the city, after obtaining the permission of the city lord, arranged to lease or sell the mountain range to the monks in the city.

But not long after the news broke, an embarrassing thing happened.

Because, no one in the Sifang City was willing to buy this spiritual land at all.

This spiritual land was originally the residence of the previous city lord, and the monks in the city were afraid of touching the brows of the water pouring into the river, so they didn't dare to think about it at all.

Even if there are still a small number of people who are tempted, they are discouraged by the high price.

Do you also want to know that a piece of spiritual land carefully selected and built by the Yuanying monk is of great value, especially if ordinary monks can afford it?

Even if the power of Sifang City is huge, there is only one Yuanying monk in the water dumping river so far, how many people in the Jindan realm can have such financial resources?

After the previous city lord carefully built this Qingqiu Mountain Range, it has become a complete body, and if it is forcibly cut and sold separately, it will inevitably cause a great loss of value.

The water poured into the river and ordered that Qingqiu Mountain would rather be abandoned than sold cheaply.

In this way, although this Qingqiu Mountain Range is good, it can't be sold at all.

Over time, the officials in charge of the land and residences in the city used the Juyuan Circle to drain the Yuan Qi from this mountain range, gradually turning it into a barren mountain.

Since the abandonment of this mountain, although it does not have any Yuanqi, the scenery is still pleasant, and tourists come here from time to time for sightseeing.

The officials of Sifang City did not stop this, as long as they did not stay too long and built a mansion here without permission, they would not ask anything.

Today, Mo Hansheng and Li Hongmei went out early and went to Qingqiu Mountain.

This time it was Li Hongmei who proposed that Xu had been at home for a long time, so he wanted to come out for a day of fun.

The two found a secluded grove to enjoy this rare leisure time.

The morning light pierced through the shade of the trees, and two woodcutters walked through the mountain road, and the faint sound of conversation was faintly heard.

"Have you heard about the maniac?"

"Oh, what's going on?"

"Three months ago, a tall, masked monk appeared in the city. This man had bought dozens of old hens on several occasions and abandoned the carcasses in the woods for burial. ”

"Is there such a thing? Listen to what you mean, that person is still a cultivator, how can there be such a perverted immortal master in the world? ”

"It's true. I heard that the chicken madman had done this kind of thing once earlier, and then disappeared for some reason. Three months ago, he inexplicably reappeared in the rivers and lakes to commit crimes one after another, and every once in a while, hens would suffer. ”

"How did you find out?"

"This matter was originally only circulated among the immortals, but later the chicken madman committed more crimes, and it was inevitable that the body of the hen would be found if it was not handled cleanly. Speaking of which, I also learned by chance from the chicken dealer that the chicken madman bought all the hens in the market at once, and refused to keep a single one. ”

"The one you often go to buy on weekdays?"

"That's right. Hey, it's really the world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, and the cultivation of immortals has been cultivated to dogs, so that Lao Tzu can't even drink the old hen soup. ”

The two woodcutters walked away, and the conversation became smaller and smaller, until it disappeared.

Mo Hansheng's face was stiff, even with his concentration, he was almost red-faced, but fortunately, the two woodcutters didn't notice him.

Unexpectedly, this matter has reached the ears of mortals in the world.

Just as he was secretly reflecting on how to handle the aftermath more properly in the future, he heard a wicked laugh from behind.

Mo Hansheng turned his head and saw that Shi Shan didn't know how to provoke Li Hongmei, and she chased her all over the mountain.

Stone Mountain's paws let out a playful laugh and plunged headlong into the ground.

Li Hongmei was looking for the trace of the stone mountain, but unexpectedly it had come to the feet of Mo Hansheng, and the stone mountain came out of the ground, waving a piece of paper constantly.

"What is this?" Mo Hansheng glanced at it suspiciously, the ink on the paper had not yet dried, and it seemed that he was drawing something.

Shi Shan smiled smugly as if he was caught in bed: "I don't know." The woman had a longing look on her face, hiding in the shade of a tree and drawing something, and she didn't even notice that the real person was approaching. I think she must have something wrong, and if she wants the red apricot to go out of the wall, you have to pay attention. ”

Li Hongmei rushed forward angrily: "Dead mouse, what nonsense are you talking about!" ”

Shi Shan stuffed the drawing paper into Mo Hansheng's arms: "Mo boy, put it away quickly, this girl wants to destroy the evidence." ”

Li Hongmei was about to snatch back the drawing paper, but saw that Mo Hansheng's gaze had fallen on the paper, so she had to withdraw her hand.

Mo Hansheng glanced at it a few times, frowned and looked at Li Hongmei: "What is this?" ”

Li Hongmei turned her head away, her cheeks were slightly red: "Knowingly asking, isn't it clear at a glance?" ”

Mo Hansheng handed the drawing paper to Shi Shan suspiciously: "Can you tell what this is?" ”

"It's ...... Monsters? Shi Shan glanced at it twice, and his face was full of doubts, "These eyes are big and small, the mouth is crooked, the nostrils are as big as a fight, and the body is full of long hair, what kind of monster is this?" ”

Shi Shan muttered a few words to himself and looked at Li Hongmei: "This real person has lived for so many years, and it is the first time to see such a strange-looking monster?" Could it be a specialty of your Zhongzhou? ”

Li Hongmei turned her head and said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Even if you are blind, you should be able to see that this is a portrait of a person. ”

"Portrait?" Ishiyama looked stunned, "You said this is a person?" ”

Li Hongmei ignored it, turned her head to look at Mo Hansheng, and there was some expectation in her eyes: "You should be able to see it, right?" ”

Mo Hansheng was also puzzled: "This, who is the painting?" ”

Li Hongmei didn't say a word, and turned around angrily.

Mo Hansheng and Shi Shan looked at each other.

After a long while, a burst of wild laughter erupted in the mountains and forests.

"Hahaha......"

"Mo boy, this girl is actually you. Fortunately, she is not a painter of the official yamen, and this kind of portrait is taken out, but I am afraid that I will not be able to catch the suspect if I exhaust the Shouyuan of the Jindan Realm. ”

Li Hongmei's forehead trembled, and when she turned around, she flew straight towards Shishan with a flying knife.

Shi Shan dodged away, and his tone became more and more playful: "Yo, the stinky girls are angry and kill people." ”

"What do you know?" Li Hongmei walked quickly in front of Mo Hansheng, "To be fair, how is my drawing?" ”

Mo Hansheng is not very good at lying, so he can only look up at the sky.

Li Hongmei walked up to him again and asked very seriously: "Even if it's not very good, it's not bad." ”

Mo Hansheng's lips twitched, but he still couldn't say anything against his will.

Li Hongmei left angrily, then took a piece of drawing paper and a brush and handed it back to Mo Hansheng: "Come on, I see how good you can draw?" ”

Mo Hansheng glanced at Shi Shan depressedly, obviously it was all caused by this mouse, and how did it burn on his head in the end.