"We learned about this Qingping Village from a poem that has been widely circulated recently, and we have been yearning for it for a long time. Now that I have found this place, it is really a paradise-like existence. ”

"What kind of poems can be written about our little Qingping Village? Why don't we know?"

"Hehe, that poem is only spread in the city, how can it be known to you. Fellow, is there any spare house in the village, so let's stay overnight for a while?"

When Su Wenlie heard this, he was about to take out the bag of broken silver from his arms, but was stopped by the Wind Folding Dao man waving his hand.

"I have a vacant room, but I can let you live in it, but I'm afraid that you people from the city will not be used to it. Come on, come on, come in and talk about it. ”

The small door closed on the fence wall was gently opened by the old man, and the two of them were motioned to enter the courtyard.

Su Wenlie hurriedly turned around, led the ox cart forward, tied the old ox to the rotten roots of the tree by the fence yard, and grabbed bundles of hay leaves for it on the cart. followed the people of the Wind Folding Road into the small courtyard.

Although there are no furnishings in the small courtyard, there is a lot of space.

When I entered it, I found that in this small courtyard, there was actually a main house, a partial house, a kitchen, and a thatched house, but the materials used were a little colder.

In front of the main house, there is a small square table, and a few low wooden stools are scattered next to it.

An earthy yellow dog nested in a small wooden nest by the kitchen, and the cold in late autumn could not stop it from sticking out its tongue and spitting hot air.

The other half of the courtyard is a neat vegetable garden, surrounded by a well, leaving only the ridge in the middle to walk.

In the middle of the courtyard, a stone road leads directly to the main house and the courtyard gate.

"Fellow, what a nuisance! ”

The man in front of the wind man, holding his fists and walking towards the old man.

Su Wenlie followed behind him, clenched his fists in a similar manner, and said in his mouth: "Thank you grandpa for taking it in." ”

"Hahaha, you're polite! Come on, I just have fish soup boiling in the pot, you can sit down casually, I'll cook the fish when it's ready." ”

Zhifeng Daoren nodded apologetically, "Then I'll be busy with the fellow countryman." ”

"You're kind and polite"

"Grandpa, I'm idle, I'll help you add firewood!"

The two of them wanted to spend the night at this old man's house, and they had to trouble the old man to give Zhang Luo food, Su Wenlie felt a little unhappy.

"You don't have to, young man, you can just go and sit, grandpa's kitchen is a little too small, and there is no place for two people to turn around, hahaha"

Embarrassed and humorous, the old man turned around and bowed his head into the kitchen.

Su Wenlie picked up his master and walked to the square table and sat down, and he also brought a small stool to sit aside. Gently asked Shizun: "Shizun, is there anything special about this Qingping Village?"

"No, it's just an ordinary little village. How could you have such an idea?"

The apprentice just felt that after Shizun entered this village, it was like a different person, which showed that this village, for Shizun, was by no means as simple as an ordinary small village. ”

The face of the person who folded the wind was a little strange, like some reminiscence, some regret, some confusion, and some relief.

Maybe in his heart now, it's that mixed feeling.

Su Wenlie felt that he could read some of the expressions on his master's face, which should be a longing for family affection.

"It's a coincidence that you're here, it's good to say that this fish soup is good, come on, young man, take the soup pot by the hand. ”

The two masters and apprentices who were interrupted smelled a fresh fish fragrance together, and Su Wenlie hurriedly got up and took a basin-sized soup basin from the old man's hand in surprise.

He carefully placed the soup basin in the middle of the square table, and glanced at the half of the fish in the basin, which was as long as his arm.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that the old man was already holding a rice bowl and chopsticks, and was behind him.

Su Wenlie hurriedly took the dishes and chopsticks and put them on the square table one by one.

The old man didn't sit down, but walked up to the person of Zhefeng Dao and asked, "At first glance, I know that you are a master, and you have a university education, and I have heard that learned people like to drink a little wine when they eat." I just don't know if the Master's body can still be tidied up?"

The people of the Folding Wind Dao laughed, stood up and nodded, "Isn't it beautiful to have fish and wine?!"

The wine and food were served, and the three guests and hosts enjoyed themselves happily.

After a moment and a half, the man of the Folding Wind Dao raised his wine glass and stood up, staggered two steps, and raised his glass to the old man, but he read in his mouth: "Qingpingle Village."

The thatched eaves are low,

Green grass on the stream.

Drunk Wu Yin flattered each other,

Who's white-haired?

Da'er hoe bean Xidong,

Zhong'er is weaving a chicken coop.

The favorite child is dead,

The head of the stream lies on the lotus canopy. ”

The old man didn't understand it, so he sang it softly, and then recited two lines of "good poetry", raised his glass and threw himself up, anyway, he only felt that he was very happy to drink with this master, and nothing else mattered.

Although this old man didn't understand, Su Wenlie heard it clearly, this poem is only called Qingping Le, and it has no actual connection with this Qingping Village.

The man of the Folding Wind Dao smirked at the wine glass for a while, and looked up at the sky, where the moon and stars were scarce.

Immediately raise the glass and drink it all.

There seemed to be a mist in his originally hazy drunken eyes.

Su Wenlie sat on the stool in a daze, watching the two old men eating and drinking happily, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart for no reason.

Perhaps, it was watching the appearance of the master who was wandering gave him a great sense of contrast.

It's time to find a reason to ask Shizun about the Hundred Flowers Jade Spirit Tortoise and the Five Planetary Wing Worms.

I secretly made up my mind to fill my stomach with three times and five divided by two.

It's just that I didn't wait long, and I saw that the master was about to fall to the ground.

Standing up in a panic, under the arrangement of the old man, the drunk master was placed in the home remedy and lay down.

He thanked the old man sincerely, and went back to his room to sleep.

Su Wenlie suddenly recalled that when he was eating just now, he heard very clearly from the sidelines, this old man was also surnamed Qin.

This made him feel a sudden in his heart, maybe Qingping Village, the special significance of Shizun, is on this surname.

Seeing that Shizun had fallen asleep peacefully on the bed, Su Wenlie sat cross-legged on the floor and silently continued to run the Blood Flame Spell.

Recently, he discovered that this Blood Flame Spell seemed to be more than just a healing kung fu.

Instead, it's more like a secret art of body refining, and healing is just an incidental effect of it.

Perhaps, he was able to quench his body to reach the third level in such a short period of time, and this blood flame curse was indispensable.

It should be in order to complete the advancement faster, but it happened that he was injured again at that time, and the predecessors of killing the sky taught him such an exercise.

Thinking of the predecessors of the Heaven Slayer, Su Wenlie unconsciously remembered the poison in the master.

Hundred flowers spirit jade turtle, five planet wing insects.

Today is the second time I've thought about it, and I won't forget it again tomorrow.

There is also an excuse to mention these two things to Shizun, let's just say that it is the residual memory in the bloodline key, Shizun has never used the bloodline key, and he should not know too much about the specific effect of the bloodline key.

Well, so it was decided.

Nothing was said all night.

When the sound of Old Man Qin fetching water from the well sounded outside the window, Su Wenlie realized that he had spent a night in cultivation unknowingly, and he didn't feel tired.

Stretching his waist, he found that although Shizun did not move, he was lying there with his eyes open, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Master?"

Su Wenlie shouted softly, but Shizun didn't react.

With a sigh, he turned and tiptoed open the door.

At the moment when he was about to step out of the door, the person who folded the wind said that "Wen Lie, it has been decided for the teacher, just in this Qingping Village, I will spend the rest of my life here." ”

"Has the master already decided?"

Although Su Wenlie didn't understand Shizun's feelings very well, he had already felt it yesterday, Shizun's abnormality, and today Shizun suddenly said this, Su Wenlie was also very surprised, but his heart was acceptable.

It is himself and the Su family who owe Shizun, not Shizun who owes him and the Su family.

Now the master does not intend to guide himself forward, he can only accept it calmly.

Moreover, he still has to do his best to cultivate, and strive to find the antidote as soon as possible, and at the worst, he must also find a substitute that can delay the collapse of the golden pill.

There is also the Su family's revenge that has not been avenged, and if you go to Zhengyi to seek revenge, you also need to have your own strength.

Yourself, you always have to continue to set off into the distance.

Shizun lay on the bed and slowly sat up.

"Let's teach you a few more days for the last time, and I will do my duty as a teacher for the last time. When your master comes, you follow him and go to the sect to continue your cultivation. ”

"Good. ”

Su Wenlie's indifferent face made the hearts of the people of Zhifeng Dao suddenly reluctant.

He doesn't know how many disciples he has, but because he is the head of the sect and has too many secular affairs, the disciples under his name are all taught by other elders in the sect.

The only one that really made him so laborious, teaching and maintaining, was this last one.

The people of the Folding Wind Dao nodded, tidied up a little, and went out with Su Wenlie.

"Brother Qin, it's early. ”

"Grandpa Qin, morning. ”

"Hahaha, old brother, little one, you guys are early. Come on, let's see what kind of side dishes you want to eat, don't look at my small vegetable garden, it's not big, but there are a lot of types. ”

The morning sun opened its smiling face to the Celestial Star Continent.

The small courtyard is fragrant with birds and vegetables, and the village is quiet and pleasant.

I'm used to living in the busy Wumang City, and in such an atmosphere, I will really be reluctant to leave.

The three of them picked some fresh vegetables casually, adjusted two raw vegetables and side dishes, and each drank a bowl of rice porridge, and breakfast was settled.

After eating and drinking enough, the people of Zhifeng Dao said to go around the village, and the old man Qin volunteered to take him, a learned master, to the people in the village.

Su Wenlie was left behind, and the people of Zhifeng Dao arranged a task for him, asking him to clean the courtyard and go to herd cattle when he was done.

But he knew that Shizun was actually giving him the opportunity to cultivate more.

Now that the Wind Folding Dao man has lost his cultivation, he can only give him some guidance in terms of cultivation methods and theories.

Simply tidying up the small yard is already a day of three poles.

Pick up the old ox, sway, and walk towards the path into the village.

When I entered the village, I saw that on the other side of the stream, under the mountains that stood quietly, there was a vast grassland.

Su Wenlie sat cross-legged by the stream, letting the old ox be free and gnawing on the weeds.

Today, he felt particularly smooth in his cultivation, tempering his muscles and veins everywhere.

In the explanation of the master, it was said that when building the foundation, the tempering of the muscles and veins will cause a very heavy tingling sensation.

But Su Wenlie felt almost no pain.

It may be that the level of pain that I have experienced before is too high. In disguise, it has increased the tolerance of his body, so the pain is nothing now.

Thinking of such a possibility, Su Wenlie couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Maybe that's what he's been blessed with.

After tempering the muscles and veins of his face and neck, he was about to stand up and stretch his waist, but he found a person standing quietly on the other side of the stream.

Looking closely, it is a master who has recovered his previous appearance.