"Official, it's freezing cold, why are you running up this hillside?"

Zhang San trotted all the way, and the soil and rocks in the mountains were really reluctant for his young body, and he climbed up "over the mountains and mountains", panting and looking very cute.

"Oh, why did you take off your clothes, such a toss, I'm afraid it will ......"

However, he was silent halfway through the speech—he remembered Zhang Qinghe's casualness and disdain floating in the Weishui, as if the river could not sink him no matter how much he tossed.

Even if the man's heart is dying.

Zhang Qinghe raised his head slightly, and looked into the distance-

"Look, the team. ”

Zhang San followed Zhang Qinghe's point, and also looked down, only to see a team of chariots and horses slowly moving on the snowfield, among which there were a few carriages that seemed to be enough to keep out the cold, and the frames pulled by the mixed blood demons mixed with a few traces of demon beast blood were already a rare picture in this poor realm.

"Good...... It's so angry. ”

Zhang San was dumbfounded, in his eyes, the carriage and horse that seemed to be taller than a person were unseen and only existed in Zhang He's mouth.

After all, not all of them are cultivators, and these "immortals" are actually quite far away from the real people at the bottom.

Things related to spiritual practice are common, but who can come to this horn gadali?

Zhang Qinghe didn't speak, he didn't want to laugh at this young man, when the little fish in the deep ditch jumped up to look at the sky, there would always be a tremor.

"That's a wishful class. ”

Zhang Qinghe reminded at the right time.

"Such as ...... Ruyi class?!"

The little boy turned his head to look at Zhang Qinghe, and said in surprise to himself-

"The Ruyi class actually came early, many times earlier than expected!"

The boy looked at the group with great anticipation, and cheered, and jumped up a little, until a long time he remembered what he was doing.

Zhang Qinghe kept looking at him calmly and didn't remind him, until Zhang San scratched his head, looked at the sunset of the sunset, and suddenly slapped his head.

"Oops...... Muramasa asked me to invite officials to his house to eat mats, but I almost forgot about it.

It's really not early, so let's go down the mountain with me!"

Zhang Qinghe nodded slightly when he heard this, and with a slight move of his hand, the jade that Taiyin Xingjun was hiding was easily put into his sleeve, and then included it in the Xuan bag.

Naturally, this process is something that Zhang San can't see.

He only felt that Zhang Qinghe had made a somewhat redundant move, which was quite strange, but he didn't think much about it-

Today is a good day, and I may not be able to eat some meat on weekdays, but looking at the posture of the village, I may have set a table.

The happiness of young people, especially Zhang San'er, is very simple, if they can eat enough, they will be extremely happy, and if they can eat well, it will be great joy.

"The afterlife is here! Sit, sit!"

Zhang He saw the two of them walking far away in the twilight in the snow, and their big calloused hands squeaked the chairs and stools that were not secure, and the old village was also lit a fire in the hall, and the wood was burning warmly in it.

Although the courtyard of their house is a little wider, it is not much different from many houses in the village, and it still looks a little simple.

"There is labor. ”

Zhang Qinghe arched his hand and smiled reluctantly.

Lao Cun Zheng suddenly felt that the things under Zhang Qinghe's eyes seemed to have dissolved a little more than before, and they were not diffuse, as if they were connected to many things, so he decided to carry this burden forward for the time being.

This is the same as eating when you are hungry, and adding clothes when you are cold, out of the instinct of survival, it is gradually picking up.

"When I first saw the nobleman, I seemed to be a little stiff and shrunken, but now I have turned around. ”

Mura Zheng went out to greet him, and dragged Zhang Qinghe to sit down.

"It was a coincidence that in the past few days, the head of the village has prepared a lot of materials in order to welcome the Ruyi class, and Datong and Tuzi have worked together to slaughter a wild boar.

It just so happens that after today's arrangements are made, there will be a little left, which can be regarded as washing the dust for the guests. ”

Zhang He explained slowly.

"Master Mura, just now I followed Zhang Guanren to look at Xiqiu, and I saw a team of magnificent people, and the miraculous horses taller than one person were dragging the frame like that, I'm afraid that the Ruyi class is coming to our village!"

Zhang San listened to others mention this "wishful class", and he seemed excited, and couldn't help but tell what he had just discovered.

"Oh...... The nobleman is also surnamed Zhang, how did Xiao San'er know?"

Lao Cun was paying attention to something else, he squinted, glanced at Zhang Qinghe a little vaguely, and asked Zhang San kindly.

Zhang San was not stupid, and immediately found that Muramasa's reaction was a little strange, but it was naturally his intention to explore the truth, he was already curious about his mother's conversation with Zhang Qinghe, so he pretended to be immature and innocent, and said honestly-

"My mother said that. ”

Zhang Qinghe raised his eyelids and looked at Zhang San who was sitting beside him, and casually rewarded a chestnut, but he still didn't make too much redundancy on his face.

"I'm afraid that the noble man is wrong, you are not from Chang'an, you are from Jiang Zuo. ”

Lao Murazheng's gaze became vigilant for a moment, but the experience of the years told him that the dead silence and old-fashioned spirit in this young man's eyes did not seem to be fake, and he was really in trouble to go into exile, not to run to this inconspicuous village on the banks of the Wei River.

"No...... It's not right, otherwise why would the nobles come so undignified. However, although the poor girl has a strong temperament, she will not vainly estimate her own bloodline, could it be ...... The guest also came from exile in Jiangzuo?"

Zhang Qinghe looked at this old man, and at the first glance of this old village, the Son of Heaven observed the flow of qi around him - this was a Daoji monk.

However, even if it is the first realm of cultivation, which can be compared to the Dao Ji after the induction, it is not something that such a poor village can have, and a village with a Dao Ji monk should not live so poorly.

Jiangzuo Zhangjia......

Zhang Qinghe murmured these two words silently in his heart, as if all the luck and misfortune of the Zhang family in Lantian were caused by this family of close immortals.

He wanted to find out more, so he admitted it and avoided the topic—

"Zhang San save me, I save Zhang San's mother, it's fair. ”

Zhang He saw the strange atmosphere between his father and Zhang Qinghe, and raised the wine cup with a smile on his face: "It's okay to be polite to the posterity, my father is too, you don't use chopsticks, how dare people dare to drink and eat food!"

He wanted to ease up, but what he received was the scolding and slap of his father.

"What kind of offspring, you tell the offspring to try again?

I didn't know before, you just screamed with the two rude idlers in Tuzi Datong, this is a noble person from the sect, in terms of seniority, you must at least call uncle!"