After thinking for a while, Wan Qingping felt that his eyelids were gradually sinking, he had to eat the food one bite at a time, and he had to do things one by one, so he simply didn't think about it, his head tilted, and the snoring sounded.

I don't know how long it took, but when I woke up anyway, I only felt refreshed, and the fatigue along the way was gone.

"Whew-" When he came to the side house, the black panther guarding the side immediately stood up and made an attack posture, but when he raised his hand, perhaps because he was afraid of being beaten again, or perhaps knowing that he would not hurt the hostess, the beast immediately rushed out from the side.

"There is still breathing, and the wound has slowly stopped bleeding, and it shouldn't be able to die!" Wan Qingping put his hand under Gen Qinluo's nose and tried it, looked at the wound again, and muttered to himself.

However, at this time, he was hungry, so he walked out of the cave.

"Senior!" Seeing the dazzling light flying towards it, a foundation building monk hurriedly landed underground and stood with his hands tied.

"Let me ask you, where is the food here?"

It turned out to be such a trivial matter, and the monk who was stopped breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Senior, although the number of caves here is not comparable to the four spiritual mountains of heaven and earth, there is also a small canteen, just on the other side of the mountain, and it just so happens that the younger generation is also going to go, so it is better to ......."

"Lead the way!" Wan Qingping commanded unceremoniously.

The small dining hall is indeed very small, there are three houses, one is the kitchen, and the other is the place where the monks of the foundation eat, and there are a few monks gathered together, eating and talking about something, and most of the monks are familiar with each other.

The other room was elegantly furnished, but it was empty at this time.

Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Monk Zhuji hurriedly explained: "Senior, this is a place where Jindan monks like Senior eat together, but the other three seniors seem to have gone out to hunt demon beasts together some time ago, so ......"

Hearing this, Wan Qingping was a little disappointed, on the one hand, he came here because he was hungry, and on the other hand, he wanted to make friends with the local Jindan monk during the meal, and now it seems that he may not be able to get his wish!

"Let me ask you, near Zhanghuankou, where is the place where Jindan monks go most often?"

Half an hour later, Wan Qingping, who had finished eating, flashed blue light and headed southwest.

Cuiwei Mountain is located in the south of Zhanghuankou forty miles, this mountain is only more than 30 zhang high, the aura is also very thin, but the scenery of this mountain belongs to the most beautiful one of Zhanghuankou, the mountain is not only full of grass and trees, but also has a clear spring, Gugu spring water remains, forming a small waterfall, coupled with the quiet environment, it is a good place for leisure and recreation.

Although there are no clear regulations, the default rule for a long time is that this place is exclusive to Jindan monks, and there are three or five groups on weekdays, six or seven groups, talking about it here, exchanging cultivation experiences with each other, and it has the charm of the fairy family.

A blue light fell, and the seven or eight Jindan monks who were communicating in the pavilion did not have the slightest intention of stopping to speak, only two or three people glanced at the people who came, and felt a little angry, but they didn't say anything, Zhanghuankou is the largest gathering place of monks in the Chahar tribe, every day there are monks coming in, and some monks leaving, a new strange Jindan monk is nothing.

Wan Qingping honestly found a corner and sat down, and listened attentively.

This is the way back to the cave, the first thought in his heart, listened to it in Cuiwei Mountain for a day, and felt that the harvest was not small, some of the doubts in the past at this time have the feeling of clearing the clouds and mist to see the blue sky, no wonder the monks who practice orthodox exercises in Jiuli say that the Mumba grassland is a good place, it is true!

Feeling a great harvest, Wan Qingping scratched his ears and cheeks with joy in his heart, so he came to Cuiwei Mountain early on the second day, the third day, and the fourth day......

Gen Jingluo opened his eyes with difficulty, except for the black panther, everything around was very unfamiliar, where is this?

"Ha, hey, hey, ha. From the top of the hill covered with dead grass came a burst of shouting, and when I looked around, I saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy slashing at a pine tree with one move.

I saw that the pine wood of the thickness of the big porcelain bowl swayed from side to side with the fists and feet, and the bark turned outward.

At this time, the sun has not yet come out, but the morning glow in the sky has reflected the entire mountain range, and even the green smoke from the ship's diesel engine in the sea in the distance can be faintly seen.

"Whew~" put his feet together, his fists were closed, and half of the young man was already white at this time, which showed that this kung fu had been practiced for some time, otherwise he would not sweat so much in this late autumn cold sunrise.

Standing quietly, estimated for five or six minutes, the half-sized young man looked up at the sky, estimated that the sun was about to come out, and then suddenly jumped up, and when he jumped up about a meter high, his foot just kicked on the pine tree that he had just chopped. With the strength of his feet, he swept through the air like a bird, and with a flick of his arm, he tore off the jacket that hung on another pine tree, and then put it on his body, and walked down the mountain along a path that was not a road or a road, and disappeared into the mountains in a short time.

"Chun'er, hurry up and eat, when you're done, Uncle Shi and Master Ancestor have something to say to you. A Taoist priest in his fifties, dressed in a black cotton robe and holding a Taoist bun on his head, put down the large porcelain bowl that had been eaten cleanly, and said to the half-sized man who was gobbling up millet porridge.

"What's the matter, uncle, I have to go to the store later, although it is not the peak tourist season in Laoshan, but I can't help but look at the store, our Taoist temple up and down twenty or thirty people point to this shop and Taoist temple incense money to make a living." The half-sized young man picked up a piece of pickled vegetables with green radish with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, "crunch, crunch," and said muttered indistinctly.

"Today, you don't have to go to the store, Mingfu and Minghui have already gone. The Taoist priest said as he walked deeper into the courtyard.

"Oh!" the half-young man replied, and then picked up the big iron spoon, first filled the rice for the seven boys next to him, who were about five or six years old to eleven or twelve, and then brought himself a spoonful, and squatted on the ground and drank it.

"Brother Da Chun can really eat, it's four bowls of rice!" a little girl about seven years old with pigtails in the sky held a rice bowl about the size of her head, and said to a few children next to her.

"Hmm", "That's it", "Brother Da Chun is Zhu Bajie!" Several children responded one after another.