Although there seem to be only two people in Zhangjia Village who know the inside story, it seems that there are only two people, Lao Cunzheng and Zhang Lian, and these two people are also monks who have cultivated or have cultivated in their bodies, but Zhang Lian does not seem to be surprised that the rest of the Zhang family knows about this.

It's like...... Although this thing is kept silent in the sect family, it is a well-established secret, and it has spread extremely widely-even in front of Zhang He that day, the old man did not shy away from saying it.

It can be seen that Zhang Qinghe has lived in the village for a long time, and when he travels away, he has a little insight and judgment, and the village is bound to talk to him about some taboos in the village.

And for a smart person, as long as he is a little closer to the old village, there is nothing wrong with surmising that someone is going to "live for a long time" in just a few words.

Zhang Qinghe said very indifferently and casually, more and more indifferently, the convenience will only examine himself more and more, and he will not be suspicious of a confident person.

What's more, he is naturally close to people.

"In the past few days, after the village saw the immortal fighting method, he seemed to be worried, and asked him and said that he was okay, and someone from the village would come to deal with it in a short time.

Do you want this girl to be an official of Xiantang, or is she a friend of Muramasa?

Look at the girl's dust, but if something so big happens, she should be more anxious to come, it's nothing. ”

Zhang Qinghe handed the fishing rod to Zhang San's hand, and hung the empty fish basket around his neck, causing the little boy to clatter around him.

Zhang San didn't have any burden, he naturally held the fishing rod, which was much higher than his own, and muttered.

Since he ran shirtless in the snow that day, Zhang Qinghe had to put such a spoonful on him every day, allowing him to run for half a day, causing his playmates and children in the village to laugh and coax him blindly.

After such a long time, although the physique is good, and the strength has increased significantly, but his body is also round, although it is still as cute as a porcelain doll, but the whole person seems to be one size bigger.

Zhao Haitang looked dazed, and unnaturally followed this extremely handsome teacher on the path into the valley, but when he heard that the village of Zhangjia Village was very flustered when he saw the immortal fighting method, and even contacted someone, his heart was shocked, his eyes rolled again, and the inexplicable meaning in his eyes became stronger.

She then began to follow Zhang Qinghe firmly from a daze-

There are so many monks who come and go in the middle of the heavens, and the so-called "immortal traces" can actually be seen everywhere. Although the movement that night was not small, after all, the battle between the stars may be rare in a lifetime, but in the end, ordinary villagers just knelt down a few times and it was over.

Now that the snow is heavy for days, I can't get out of the carriage and horses, how can a mortal deliberately spread the news to the outside, even if it is reported to the government, why is it so urgent?

There is a problem, there is a problem in this village.

Zhao Haitang pursed her lips when she thought of this-since the stupid and cute teacher in front of her felt that she had come here to deal with the matter of fighting the law in those days, then she took the opportunity to admit it.

Even if the main owner comes and hits a head, she is not stunned, Zhongtian is not a fist bigger than anyone, she can fight if she can fight, and she will run if she can't beat it. If she didn't go in, she cut off the clue to track down Zhao Zhi's death, and when she entered, it would be another story.

"Sir has good eyesight. ”

Zhao Haitang smiled meaningfully, she originally had a reason - she was really curious about this poor scholar who was buried deep in her heart with a misanthropy, or resonant. If she decided to leave early, she would not have put this teacher by her side, observe her for a few days, and analyze it to see what kind of person she was to have such a mood that was very similar to her.

Zhao Haitang has already determined that this village has something to do with Zhao Zhi's death, although it belongs to the same lineage, but she doesn't care about the life or death of this child of the same clan, but cultivation always needs resources, and she can't shirk the obligations entrusted by the family.

She decided to follow this stupid scholar into the village first, and have a good time with him, if she was really tired, she would capture the old village and go straight into the Mud Pill Palace to search for the soul.

Zhang Qinghe slowly led the way, and Zhang San also staggered, but fortunately, the village was not big, and it was not too far from the valley mouth, and after a short time, you could see people.

"The girl is from a big place, and it may be extremely rare to see such a scene, the wind and snow cover the fence, and the yellow dog barks at the Jingmen, but it also has a unique flavor. ”

Zhao Haitang didn't want to listen to these nagging, and muttered copingly-in her opinion, only the splattered pus and blood and the evil scattered flesh and blood could bring her a little pleasure and comfort, as for other things, how could she still give her sensory stimulation in this boring Zhongtian?

"Huh?"

happened to arrive at the entrance of the village, but Zhang Qinghe sighed lightly, and his steps slowly stopped. Zhang San also looked at Zhang Qinghe and stopped his small steps.

Zhao Haitang was not surprised, someone in her soul had already stood still, and there were still a lot of people.

"Why are you all running in the snow at the entrance of this village? The weather is very cold, and if you freeze to death, how can I explain to your father and mother?

I've lit the stove in the house, so I'm going back to the house!"

Zhang Qinghe frowned, straightened his face, and pretended to reprimand, but in fact, he was full of concern.

This is exactly the dozen or so children who learned calligraphy in one of his places, among which there are many tiger girls, dogs who are old, and Zhang San who is worthy of the age of enlightenment.

"Sir, you haven't told us exactly how to write characters, we have tried to write a lot, but they are all crooked and twisted. ”

The tiger girl is a bold girl, this is a fat girl who can be regarded as white, her round face does not look cramped and bloated, and her milk is very heavy.

Zhang Qinghe took a closer look, and there were many crooked rows in the snow like chicken feet, and he couldn't see the cloud seals in the shape of "people" clearly.

"Really well written. ”

Zhang Qinghe stepped forward and rubbed his little heads one by one. Zhang San looked very unbalanced-why am I rewarded on weekdays?

"I'll teach you tomorrow, Mr. is playful today, and went fishing on the edge of Weishui, I'm sorry. ”

Zhang Qinghe's gaze softened, and he saw some shining places from these mundane little dolls.

"What a beautiful young lady!"

"Little sister...... It's beautiful!"

More than a dozen children regretted it, but then turned their attention to Zhao Haitang.

The little girl in front of her has a delicate face, although it is not easy to get close to, but it also makes these children sigh.

On the contrary, Zhao Haitang looked a little incredulous......