Qiaotou Village is still the same as it was a decade ago.

After crossing the mountains and entering the hinterland of the village, Zhuo Yuming walked on the muddy ground in the village, and there were sparse earthen kiln houses everywhere.

In this small village, where most of the people make a living from farming, it is really not at all rich, and the few wealthy families are doing business abroad, accumulating some wealth, and then returning to their hometowns. In the village, to determine the wealth of each family, just look at whether the house is built magnificently, whether it is red bricks and black tiles, or thatched gravel.

In the afternoon, the remote and poor village is a little deserted, and most of the villagers are either working in the fields or taking a lunch break at home, and the roads are sparsely populated.

Zhuo Yuming squatted down under an old locust tree, reached out and picked up a small piece of dirt, and rubbed it between his fingers.

The quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the village reminded him of when he was a child, and the village he was born in was similar to this Qiaotou Village. There is also a towering old locust in front of the house, which is dense and shady. The shabby house is dilapidated and old, especially after the death of my father and mother, it is difficult to shelter from the wind and rain.

I recall that when I was a teenager, I was cowering and unclothed, and I was running around every day, helping the neighbors in the township to do some chores to carry water and take care of the fields in exchange for a meal. At that time, filling the stomach was a big deal.

It wasn't until he was brought to Cloud City that he lived a worry-free life. At that time, I felt that there was nothing happier in the world than monasticism. You only need to practice on time every day, you don't have to worry about the trivialities of firewood, rice, oil and salt, you have to provide food and clothing, and you can get a fixed amount of money every month. What other job in this world can be easier than cultivating the Dao? Zhuo Yuming, who had just started and had no concept of cultivating the Tao and attaining immortality, always worked hard to cultivate according to the exercises taught by the sect, and in the final analysis, he was still afraid that if he delayed his progress, he would cause the dissatisfaction of the sect master and lose this "iron rice bowl".

Recalling the past years, Zhuo Yuming's face couldn't help but have a shallow smile.

He clapped his palms, stood up, and reached out his hand in a daze, and gently pressed on the old locust tree, leaving a fingerprint that entered the tree for three points.

Looking at his masterpiece with some silly amusement, Zhuo Yuming shook his head, turned around and walked away with a smile.

The divine consciousness was mobilized and spread out, covering this small village less than ten miles in an instant, and he felt it carefully. Not far away, in addition to Han Qing, there were two other qi machines that were somewhat familiar with each other.

In the courtyard, the fence around it was nailed with wooden planks, and when it was raised by three feet, it was already a little taller than that of ordinary adults.

The villagers don't know what kind of wind this bright and upright town catcher Zeng Laosi smoked for most of his life, and he wanted to build his yard as high as a city wall. In short, the scene in the courtyard is completely blocked, and outsiders pass by outside, and they can't see the scene in the courtyard at all.

Zeng Laosi, as the head catcher of a small village, is actually under the jurisdiction of the county, and in Qiaotou Village, he really deserves the word "big official".

But he has always acted decently, and he has never accepted some unclean money over the years, so that just relying on that poor money, his family is also a little shabby. In the empty courtyard, there was nothing but a table and stool polished by rough stone.

As he grew older and the villagers were simple, Zeng Laosi, who had become more and more lazy over the years, went to the simple yamen set up in the village in the morning to order a meal, and then simply went home to be lazy. Lean on a bamboo lounger and bask in the sun leisurely. Perhaps because of the dazzling sunlight, Zeng Laosi's eyes narrowed into a slit, looking at the two young people sitting cross-legged in the courtyard.

The younger young man looks like Zeng Laosi when he was young, and compared to Zeng Laosi, who is now bearded, the young man's appearance is definitely worthy of the word delicate.

Perhaps because of the cultivation of the immortal magic, the young man's body has a dusty aura that is incompatible with the village.

Zeng Laosi looked at his son, who was meditating, and the young man who looked a little older opposite Zeng Yue, with a shallow smile.

Counting the time, there are not many days left before the ten-year covenant set by the Zhuo Immortal Master. It's just that I don't know when Immortal Zhuo will come over, and as for whether his son can meet the expectations of the young immortal, it makes the first master of the town even more worried.

"Zeng Yue, when cultivating, the first thing to focus on is the realm. The heart is not quiet, the way is unknown, and the devil is born. ”

The young man who was dressed in white, still paying attention to the opposite side with his divine sense while cultivating, suddenly spoke, he noticed that the other party's state of mind had made waves again, and immediately reminded him.

Zeng Yue's face was a little red, these days, he had made mistakes many times, and he was ordered by Brother Han several times.

Although Brother Han has a gentle temperament, he always speaks softly and never scolds loudly, but Zeng Yue, who has frequently made mistakes during this time, still feels that his cheeks are hot and his heart is ashamed and uneasy.

"I'm sorry, Brother Han. ”

The young man lowered his head and apologized in a low voice.

More than three years ago, this young man, who looked no more than a few years older than himself, appeared in Qiaotou Village in the dust and found Zeng Lao Simen.

When this young man who called himself Han Qing explained his intentions, Zeng Laosi's family was overjoyed.

Without him, it was only because this young man came by the will of Immortal Master Zhuo.

When they said goodbye in a hurry, Zeng Laosi's family was actually a little uneasy about the ten-year covenant made by that immortal. After all, how could such an immortal person care too much about them, maybe once he was busy, he would forget about Zeng Yue's child.

Even a superficial person like Zeng Laosi had heard outside the village in the early years that he didn't know how old he was on the mountain, and he blinked in the blink of an eye.

And Han Qing's arrival is undoubtedly a reassuring pill for the Zeng family, who said that nobles forget things, Zhuo Xianshi is obviously still thinking about Zeng Yue's child. Isn't the appearance of Han Qing the best proof.

After Han Qing came to Qiaotou Village, he settled in Zeng Laosi's house.

In addition to helping his great-father and great-mother do some idle work in his spare time, he mainly supervised and instructed Zeng Yue's cultivation matters.

After all, Han Qing is a real disciple of the Immortal Sect, although he has never been treated with a straight eye in the sect, he can guide a young man who has just groped across the river to reach the condensation stage, and he is still at ease. Some of the most basic precautions on the above cultivation path can still share some experiences.

Regarding Zeng Yue's recent distractions, Han Qing didn't make much accusations.

He also knew in his heart that the reason why Zeng Yue had such an abnormal situation recently was just because of the time, Mr. Zhuo was coming.

Not to mention Zeng Yue, in fact, he didn't look forward to it in his own heart.

"Brother Zeng, his body is still strong. ”

Zeng Laosi, who was lying on the bamboo chair, suddenly turned his head to look at it as if he had been struck by thunder.

Dressed in white, fluttering, as if left to be independent.

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