Yushu Qionglin, the first glow after the snow, the white fat boy led the little girl with sheep's horns, and every time he shrank through the ground, it was dozens of feet away. Several layers of sheep's horns have experienced such strange and absurd things, and every time their body is recondensed, they are shocked to the heart, and their faces are red. Take a few big breaths, and when you have enough breath, you are about to tell the little orange to slow down.

Before he could open his mouth, he shrunk through the ground again.

Little orange, after Chen Qi saw through the truth of Wu Chunmang's sparse kendo realm, he decisively canceled his title of "teacher" and gave him a new name, and now, it has been shouting for more than a month.

What's even more annoying is that people are full of spirits and internal organs, and after such scattered reunions again and again, they have already been kneaded upside down, turning rivers and seas. This dead fat man is good, occasionally just showing his human form, in the ear of the little girl, shouting to the mountain, "Return to the mountain!"

Then, pulling the little girl to turn into a void again, escaped into the qi vein.

When he condensed his figure again, Wu Chunmang twisted the trick in his hand and was about to repeat the old trick, but he received a heavy elbow blow on the back of the head. Wu Chunmang's head suddenly buzzed, the Venus in front of him was shining, and he fell into a.

Chen Qi, who succeeded in the surprise attack, finally got out of his grasp, put his hands on his knees, bent over and half-squatted in place gasping for breath. I didn't take a few more breaths, and I wasn't sure if I really stabilized the skin body that had dissipated several times.

When Wu Chunmang struggled to get up, he didn't dare to take a breath of air, and dozens of spiritual lights flashed rapidly in his mind, but he didn't understand where he made this little aunt and grandmother unhappy again.

Forget it, if you don't understand, let's wait for the master. This time, the lord is also rubbing, the turtle is crawling, why hasn't he kept up for so long?

In other words, I only chased the master's back fiercely.

Chen Qi gasped for a while, and suddenly sat on the thick snow, crying, tears, and sadness, as if she had been robbed to be the lady of the village on a certain mountain.

Wu Chunmang was even more panicked and at a loss. Scratching his head and scratching his head, Wu Chunmang finally relented, squatted down in front of the sheep's horns, lowered his body, lowered his head and squinted, and sent the back of his head to her.

The little girl was not amused by the guy's naïve appearance, but she couldn't think of continuing to cry anyway, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Wu Chunmang dared to raise his head slightly, looked at the pair of teary eyes on the other side, and suddenly lowered his head and said, "I don't know what to do, or you give me another shot, maybe I'll be enlightened." ”

The sheep's horn couldn't help but burst into laughter, but her mouth was still bitter and said: "Rare, you elm head, what are you doing with your eyes?

Wu Chunmang raised his head and said stunned: "I...... Why did I bully you?"

People are using the strength to breastfeed, and they are opening the way up the mountain for you!

"I don't have you gods who can fly around now, so you can't let people rest for a while. ”

"Oh......" Wu Chunmang scratched his head habitually, "Then let's rest, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to catch up with the master." ”

The croissant threw a handful of snowflakes on his head. "Your lord, where will this be?"

"Good...... I don't think I can catch it up yet. Wu Chunmang didn't dare to dodge the snowflakes, and hung up with a full face, looking funny.

The way he shook his head solemnly was even more funny, "No, old."

The master used to be very fast, and we can't catch up with this kind of appearance. Isn't something happening today?"

Sheep's horn looked mocking and said, "If something can happen to Teacher Ren, what can you do to help your little orange?"

Wu Chunmang shook his head without hesitation. This kind of problem is not a difficult thing for him.

Chen Qi seemed to be suddenly a little apologetic, and did not continue to embarrass him, but suddenly lowered his head and whispered: "I miss my father and mother a little." ”

...... "My Wu Chunmang doesn't have any fathers and mothers, how can this be comforting?"

Chen Qi looked at the little orange with a blank face with a pair of clear eyes, "You say, in case I really become a fairy on the mountain in the future, can I still go down the mountain to see my father?"

"Yes!" Wu Chunmang seemed to suddenly grasp a life-saving straw, and replied very quickly, "When you arrive at our mountain villa, I will teach you this method of walking through the ground every day, as long as you learn two or three percent, you can pass through this snowfield and go down the mountain." Otherwise, you can learn the master's skimming kung fu, faster. ”

Chen Ji tilted his head sideways and shouted with a dissatisfied face: "Every time I learn, you can't take me down?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Wu Chunmang laughed with him, "It's necessary, when are you homesick, just tell me." ”

"If I don't speak, you can't make a case for yourself. I went down the mountain to feed Chen Tianshi and the others the sword? I yelled all day to go home, and the teacher said that I was lazy and refused to practice the sword, what should I do?"

"That's right, then I'll tell my master when I get there, please accompany me down to teach swords. ”

"It's good to feed the sword, you don't know how to teach. ”

"Yes, yes...... Go feed the sword. ”

Earlier, Ren Pingsheng took Wu Chunmang and his founding disciples to visit Chen Qi's parents. After explaining the intention, Ren Pingsheng went on to explain.

The Qujian Villa of Yaoshan is now the mansion of the orthodox mountain god newly enshrined by the Taoist of Tongwoling, so if Chen Qiken goes up the mountain to practice, he can inherit the orthodox god incense. The Yaowang Temple donated by the villagers will officially place the golden statue of the mountain god, and Chen Qi, as a disciple of Qujian Villa, will have his own tablet in the Yaowang Temple and enjoy the incense offering under the mountain.

Of course, in addition to Chen Qi's own wishes, in addition to Chen Qi's own wishes, it still needs to be decided by his parents in the end. If she refuses to go up the mountain to be the disciple of that heir, she is still a registered disciple of Qujian Villa, and she can rightfully become a swordsman on the grassland.

Ren Pingsheng is used to being concise and to the point, and he will not bring any persuasion and consolation. After that, just wait for a reply.

The middle-aged couple, half a sentence came out there. The woman was just weeping, and she wiped her tears from her tears with her thick sheepskin sleeves. Where did the man stay for a long time, only to realize that this sword path immortal who can fly the clouds and fog, and the dignified gods of the medicine mountain are all about to shout the mountain lord of the master, and he is still standing under the dripping corridor and talking to himself.

When the couple reacted, they were actually even more overwhelmed. The home is too cold, and even a comfortable chair is not served, and the house with the loess rammed wall is neglected, and it is embarrassing to invite the two immortal masters into the house to sit. In the end, the man had no choice but to put a bench on the corridor under the eaves, wiped it with his sleeve, and then invited Ren Pingsheng to take a seat.

The woman was busy rummaging through the house, trying to put away some decent clothes for her daughter. It's a pity that even if the woman had enough strength to dig three feet into the ground, she couldn't dig half a new set of clothes. Finally, the ones that are well sunned at home

A few animal skins and sheepskins were packed. Then he chattered about his daughter, how these furs were cut and matched, and they could be made into good-looking robes. Of course, don't forget to give one to the three teachers.

Although Ren Pingsheng repeatedly persuaded that there was no shortage of people on the mountain to dress and eat, it would be more useful to stay at the bottom of the mountain. The woman nodded busily, and as soon as she pulled Chen Qi into the house, she secretly hung the bulging burden on her daughter's shoulder.

When they left from Guchen Village, Ren Pingsheng and Chen Qi's family didn't want to publicize this matter. But in a remote village, among herdsmen, the concept of one family is actually very weak. One village and one family, everyone is almost in a relationship of life and death.

Therefore, no matter how quietly the people of Guishan wanted to, they could not stop the clansmen from running to tell each other and send each other off.

But there are young people in the family who learn swords, and they are all full of regret. My own stinky boy, why is he not as angry as that horn girl?

But after all, since the family members, they want to go to the mountains and rivers and white clouds that are high into the sky, and be a heavenly person, everyone's hearts are a surprise that their ancestors have never had.

Today's Qujian Villa, plus Shi Yuqing, who lives here, six people, old and young, gathered around a table, which is a bit popular.

It's just that there is one more girl and a mountain gate, but it seems to be plump and lively in an instant.

As early as a month ago, Wu Chunmang, who had already refined two natal objects with the full help of Wang Taizhong, suddenly broke off his connection with the old orange tree's qi veins, and his own soul qi was like a kite that was suddenly unrestrained, fluttering among the white clouds. Wu Chunmang finally dragged them back to the ground, calmed his mind, and carefully digested the free pleasure.

Then, he found that his control over the luck of the mountains and rivers in this place had not been weakened by half a point, and a master of the luck of both an insider and a bystander had managed the flow of the vitality of the entire dragon vein in a more orderly manner.

Today, in order to coax Chen Qi to the mountain gate, Wu Chunmang can be said to have done his best; when he got home, he found that he had never seen the old man and the old monkey king who had never caught up with him, and they had been sitting at the bottom of the villa with their legs crossed, waiting for a long time.

Wu Chunmang's cooking skills are really sparse, it's not that he's lazy, but that the wood is a monster, and there is not much contamination of fireworks in the world. You give him a copy of the secret book of the imperial kitchen, and he can learn it without any mistakes, and he can't taste it himself.

Therefore, Hou Shangshan did not let Zhang Luo go to the kitchen for the little girl's pick-up wine and food.

Wu Chunmang was running inside and out, busy decorating Chen Qi's room. From a poor family of herdsmen, he suddenly lived in such a spacious three-entry compound, and his room was not a side house on that side, but an upper room in the stilted building of the main house. The little girl was like a world away, watching Wu Chunmang help herself clean up in every detail, but the former never said a word and didn't help.

With such a spacious and bright room, what do you want, what do you want to pack!

It's just that Wu Chunmang suddenly stopped his movements and walked to the window, a little dazed.

"Little orange, what's wrong?" Chen Qi was a little surprised when he saw his strange expression.

Wu Chunmang suddenly smiled, beckoned to the little girl, and led her out of the mansion to the 10,000-year-old orange tree.

Except for the old monkey king, who was busy in the kitchen, everyone else on the mountain had already gathered at the roots of the trees that were flying like a wild dragon on the bare ground. Everyone looked comfortable, and in this earth-eye spirit that gathered and distributed the luck of the entire landscape, they could absorb the incense wish power that suddenly became extremely rich.