Ding Xing looked at the old man in front of him, remembered Ding Chenzhi's note, and did mention that he had such an uncle, named Wu Shiqing, who was a brother to the deceased uncle and grandmother.

It's just that the two families rarely move around, and this time Ding Chenzhi was requisitioned and transferred to the north, so he really didn't worry about Ding Xing, so he went to ask Wu Shiqing for help to take care of it.

Ding Xing also knew that Bozu didn't want to owe favors, and during the few months he lived alone, he never took the initiative to visit.

Naturally, he couldn't recognize Wu Shiqing's appearance.

Hearing Wu Shiqing's warning just now, Ding Xing felt a little disgusted, but after he learned Wu Shiqing's identity and received the jade plate that drove the demon beast, his mood changed.

Ding Xing turned his head to look at Yu Tai's back, and asked Wu Shiqing in an inquiring tone: "This is located in Uncle, did you have any bad deeds before?"

Wu Shiqing replied: "The wild cultivators with bad deeds have all been kicked out of the winery, but you can't help but guard against these superficially honest wild cultivators! They have no hometown, no family, no relatives, and they have no scruples, if they kill people and abscond, they can't be traced at all, and they can't even take revenge!"

Ding Xing nodded, humbly accepting this teaching.

Ye Xiu is a rootless person, unbound by emotions, and more likely to make bold and crazy moves.

Imagine if Yu Tai was ambushed on Ding Xing's way home, suddenly attacked and murdered, and then destroyed the body, who would be able to find out the cause of Ding Xing's death?

Although Yu Tai had no reason to intercept and kill Ding Xing, he had to be on guard.

In the mortal world, there is a saying that people know their faces but do not know their hearts, not to mention the world of cultivating immortals, all monks live for a long time, all of them are human spirits, no one can guess what is thinking in anyone's heart, and people who are honest on the surface may be blood-stained executioners behind their backs.

Wu Shiqing lent the demon slave to protect Ding Xing.

His warning was also well-intentioned.

But he wouldn't show favor to Ding Xing for no reason, and after chatting a few words, he saw Ding Xing take out a new wine vat to fill the blank stall, suddenly shook his wrist, and put the wine vat into the cuff: "When we meet for the first time, we can't do it without filial piety! Okay, you continue to do your business!"

After earning a vat of wine for nothing, he was willing to leave.

After leaving, he met Meng Qiao's and chatted warmly for a while, but his uncle was undoubted, and Ding Xing recognized the bad behavior of asking for wine when he heard it.

After all, Wu Shiqing lent the demon slave mount for free, and Ding Xing personally went to the Spirit Beast Hall to rent it, and he also needed at least ten spirit stones, and if he was delayed in his hometown for a long time, it would take a lot of money to feed the mount.

Calculated that the cost of renting it once is about the same as a vat of Liuxia wine.

The right should be rented from Wu Shiqing.

After the small turmoil between Yu Tai and Wu Shiqing, Ding Xing was unwilling to continue to stay at the stall, anyway, the market would last until Chinese New Year's Eve, and he could still come to the stall tomorrow, so he got up and went to the market.

On the way here, he had already made a list of purchasing spiritual fruits in his heart, refining four kinds of 'mutton fat syrup' and three kinds of refining 'Yangyuan Qu', which he prepared for his parents.

In short, there are more than ten kinds of spirit fruits that need to be purchased.

Just now, after reading the 'Shen San' of "Ancient Brewing Ancient Recipe", I want to add another kind of 'green gum grapes'.

Ding Xing walked around the market for half a day, and after noon, he still did not return to the stall, Meng Changjun saw him passing by, beckoned him to come to him.

Ask him: "It seems that you have to buy more New Year's goods, do you still need to sell your Liuxia wine?" If you trust me, why don't you put it here and let me sell it for you!"

Ding Xing was embarrassed to trouble her: "This is your kindness, my little brother not only trusts, but also appreciates! It's just that your business is too busy, so it's not appropriate for you to take care of my wine!"

Meng Changjun said: "You only have one spirit wine, which is the easiest to sell, and it is not a waste of time! If you feel that you don't want to go, wait for the spring next year, please teach me how to better turn the soil for the garden!"

Ding Xing was speechless, and said in his heart that I have never ploughed the soil, and I am a novice like you, and I don't even know how to use the 'igneous rock plow', how can I teach you?

But he didn't want to continue to reject Meng Changjun, and if he refused again, people would probably be angry.

He said: "If I can't teach you well in the spring of next year, then when the fruit bears fruit in the autumn of next year, I will teach you to kill insects, and I am the best at killing insects!"

When Meng Changjun heard this, he laughed dumbly, this laughter was crisp and bright, attracting the frequent sideways glances of several young men on the side of the road.

She didn't care, she only said to Ding Xing: "Okay!

She has been refining weapons since she was a child, and her best skill is the fighting method, and she can manipulate more than ten special magic weapons at the same time.

But this kind of show-off, Meng Changjun can't say anything to his peers, let alone a teenager.

When she met Ding Xing for the first time earlier, she felt that Ding Xing was a little old, but at this time she suddenly found Ding Xing's childish side, which made her feel very interesting.

In this way, the two reached an agreement.

Ding Xing took out all the remaining four vat of Liuxia wine in Chu Bao's sleeve and placed it at the stall, asking Meng Changjun to be responsible for selling it, while he continued to buy the missing spirit fruit.

For three days in a row, he was in the bazaar, and all the Liuxia wine was sold out, and the spirit stones he obtained were all spent, exchanged for spirit fruits, and the conditions for refining 'mutton fat pulp' were achieved, but Ding Xing was not ready to make wine in the village.

It's the middle of winter in December, and the snowstorm is brewing high in the sky, and Château du Château is about to usher in the snow and ice, and at this time of year, the villagers do not need to take care of the garden, when the ice thaws, and when to start the new year's farming.

According to the law of the seasons in the past, the ice and snow will last intermittently for two or three months every year, that is to say, as long as Ding Xing is not afraid of delaying his practice, he can live in his hometown for a long time, and he will live until the beginning of spring next year, and it will not be too late to come back.

The village has never restricted the private travel of the villagers, as long as the orchard is taken care of, the fruit tax is paid on time, and the rest can be done as much as you want.

Ding Xing decided to stay in his hometown for a few months, refine the 'mutton fat pulp', and then return to the winery.

On the day of leaving, Meng Changjun came to see her off, she was alone in the village to beg for a living, there were no half relatives, and none of her friends were seen, maybe she felt lonely, so she often woke up with Ding.

She heard that Ding Xing was going to live in her hometown for a few months, so she admonished: "The aura of the mortal world is like a dry lake, which will do you all kinds of harm but not good for your cultivation, I know you miss home, but we are monks, you can't forget your identity!"

Ding Xing thanked her for her kindness, but insisted on going her own way: "It doesn't matter, I'm only twelve years old, wasting a few months, it doesn't matter!"

When she saw Ding Xing say this, she stopped being verbose: "Okay, I wish my brother a smooth journey." ”