This place is a small piece of flat land tied up by a fence, three or four acres, obviously carefully organized, with some low-level elixirs planted in it, and a common stilted building stands in the most central position, and a few clothes are hung on the fence. At the same time, there are a few smaller pieces of flat land scattered around, planting some vegetables that look like they are in good water, and a strong breath of life comes to the face.

"Who's coming" As she spoke, a ninth-floor female cultivator walked out of the stilted building, wearing a floral apron and wet hands, as if she was doing housework in the house just now.

This woman looks like she is in her thirties, but the real age of the monk is generally a few points older than her appearance, and her round face has a few freckles, which is not very beautiful and pleasing to the eye, but with a warm smile, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

A good wife and mother, Wan Qingping instantly judged the type of this woman.

"Huh, it's a senior, I don't know how expensive it is for a senior to come to the cold house" The female cultivator felt the momentum faintly emanating from Wan Qingping's body, a little cramped, and a little vigilant.

"Is this the cave mansion of the Dao friend of the Kwa River?" Wan Qingping continued disappreciatively, and a low-level monk's cave suddenly broke into a strange foundation building monk, who would look like this.

Hearing the word Kuahe, the female cultivator's small eyes immediately lit up, and she asked expectantly: "Senior, Kuahe Yuting is the husband of the junior, I don't know ......."

"Hey, how can I say it, please be mentally prepared" Wan Qingping sighed, and then after a little hesitation, he handed over Kuahe's storage bag: "Festival mourning is smooth"

Hearing his words, the nun's face immediately turned pale, and her body shook uncontrollably like chaff, and then the sky swirled, and the whole person collapsed beside the fence.

Although Wan Qingping was ruthless, he also admired this kind of infatuated woman very much, and immediately carried this woman to the shade of a tree, and poured water into the woman's mouth with a spell, and the woman woke up leisurely.

As soon as she woke up, the nun immediately burst into tears, and she couldn't cry without experiencing the heart-rending pain, which made him go, and she couldn't stay, so she could only say a few words: "Festival mourning changes."

After crying for two quarters of an hour, the woman's lips were faintly blue, and then she wiped her tears with her trembling hands, raised her head and choked up, "Thank you...... The younger generations will be the younger generations...... The relics of the husband are sent back, please ...... Seniors informed...... Younger generation of my family... Be... How to get there......" There was no trace of sparkle in her eyes at this time, like a walking corpse that had been stripped of its soul.

"Hey-" Wan Qingping saw that the woman was so infatuated, and he also took pity on her experience, sighed, and said the matter in general, but deleted some unnecessary plots, and finally said: "Seeing Mrs., I know why Kuahe Daoyou still remembers the frost-patterned mussel before leaving, the noble couple is deeply affectionate, and I deeply admire it, but the deceased has passed away, everything still has to look forward after all, don't let down the painstaking work of Kuahe Daoyou" As he spoke, he handed over the storage bag left by the Kuahe monk again.

"Thank you seniors for your comfort" The female cultivator got up and blessed herself, but she didn't take the storage bag: "The frost pattern mussel is no longer useful for the juniors, the juniors once made an oath with Yuting back then, and they will never be separated in this life and this life Now Yuting He has already taken a step ahead of Yuting, and it is expected that it will be too late to catch up at this time, and on Huangquan Road, the two of them will not be too lonely together"

Hearing that this woman seemed to have a will to die, and the resolute explanation on her face was not a fake, Wan Qingping was a little helpless, and he didn't know how to persuade him.

The nun got up again and blessed: "The junior begs the senior to bury the concubine and the clothes left by the Jade Court together after the death of the junior"

"This ......" Wan Qingping really didn't know what to say at this time, saying that this woman was stupid, it was not at all, and it could only be said that it was too affectionate.

Eventually, he nodded, agreeing to the matter.

"Thank you seniors, please stay with the seniors, the juniors need some time to freshen up and dress up, and when the juniors see Yuting, he can not blame the juniors so much" said that, the woman staggered into the stilted building.

Half an hour later, the remnant sun was like blood, as if it was about to witness the most poignant scene in the world, bringing its power to the extreme, reflecting most of the sky.

The female cultivator wearing a phoenix crown and wearing a red robe walked out, and there was a small bag in her hand that she held tightly, revealing a corner of the man's clothes.

"The seniors can't repay the kindness of the juniors, so the juniors will give this ancestral spiritual land to the seniors," said the woman, handing him a piece of paper

Wan Qingping didn't care, he didn't pay attention to a piece of spiritual land with thin spiritual energy at all, but he didn't refuse, just nodded, and accompanied the female cultivator to a small river at the bottom of the mountain.

"I live at the head of the river, and I live at the end of the river. Sijun doesn't see you, only the rivers and rivers. When will this water stop? When will this love be? I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness" The ballad sounded, poignant and tactful, and even Wan Qingping, a person who was not related to each other, was filled with a sense of sadness in his heart at this time, and he remembered Wang Yuchan, who died for him blocking the knife.

Singing, singing, the ballad gradually weakened, the corner of the woman's mouth was stained with blood, her body shook a few times, and she fell to the ground. But at this time, he was still holding the little burden of clothes in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Wan Qing stood calmly by the river, listening to the sound of flowing water, looking at the remnants of the glow in the sky, shook his head, and sighed: Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son.

That night, he did not leave, but stayed in the cave of Kuahe and his wife, although he was already exhausted after the trip to Bimia Valley, but somehow, he couldn't sleep for a while, so he began to think about the next practice.

The first thing to do was to go to the Gu Master Temple Judge Division to retrieve the Chunhua Gu promised by the Wanli Great Sacrifice with the letter deed, and then go to Dongyi City to find another one, otherwise it would be impossible to complete the preparation of the knot before the time limit.

The preparation of the knot pill not only requires cultivation to the great perfection of foundation building, but also requires a lot of time to polish the mana, and the more refined and pure the polishing, the better; As for the auxiliary things of the Yudan, there was no need to prepare much, and the kind of things he already had in his hands were all beyond the other monks.

Thinking about it, he suddenly remembered the piece of paper that the female nun handed him during the day, so he opened it casually after a little hesitation.

"Huo-" Somehow, Wan Qingping suddenly jumped off the bed, pushed open the door without even wearing shoes, and ran towards the outside of the house.

The second more, there is none