Out of the Haitian Pavilion, Qingming seemed to be a different person, running before and after, he jumped over the steps, his legs and feet did not stop for a moment, and he was very active, but Wei Qiqi followed behind him, looking old and serious, quite a city.

The two of them passed through the old place of Boundless View, entered the south wing along the wooden plank road, and came to the Tianfeng Pavilion and the Red Lotus Pavilion.

Qingming led him to the upper floor, there is a quiet room in the north and south, push open the south one, it is empty, half of the attic, half of the cave, there is a futon on the ground, there is a low bed against the wall, covered with pillows and bedding, facing the plank road are three long windows, the wind blows the window paper rattling.

"Stay here, and the lower chamber will have tea and fruit, and someone will be there to take care of it. It's late today, come to Tianfeng Pavilion tomorrow to find me. ”

Wei Qiqi thanked him, Qingming grinned, and ran away with a puff of smoke.

Pushing open the long window, the fierce mountain wind whistled in, the distant mountains were half light and half dark, the golden crow fell to the other side of the flowstone peak, the twilight was overwhelming, and the half light moon swayed up to the top of the mountain, casting the shaking tree shadows into the room.

He felt restless and a little lonely.

Standing at the window and blowing the wind for a while, Wei Qiqi covered the long window and sat on the futon for a long time, but he couldn't calm down, he simply got up and walked out of the quiet room, taking advantage of the moonlight to walk around.

Along the stairway to the wing room on the lower floor of the plank road, the door is empty, and the candle flame is flickering. Wei Qiqi gently pushed open the door, the dim candlelight poured out like water, looked up, and saw a plaque under the eaves, engraved with the word "soup boiling", no money was left, the knot was round, and the meaning was still unfinished.

The words are good, he looked up for a long time, remembered the "Cold Night Guest" inn in Tieling Town, and smiled knowingly, where do you not meet in life, this is also fate.

Wei Qiqi stepped into the wing, it was still half an attic and half a cave, two arm-thick candles were inserted on the candlestick, and the firelight flickered, illuminating a plate of bright red fruits on the table, shaped like plums, the size of a fist, very attractive.

An old man with a white beard and a slumped body came out of the corner, sleepy-eyed and slow, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked quite tired, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for several days.

He said in a hoarse voice: "It's cold and the night is long, the wind is invading, young man, do you want to drink some hot tea?"

Although he was just an old man who didn't look amazing, Wei Qiqi didn't dare to slack off, he bowed his hand and said politely: "I'm tired, I'm about to drink a few sips of hot tea to relieve my fatigue." ”

The old man dragged out an iron stove from under the table, stuffed a few handfuls of broken wood, rubbed his hands together, and lit a fire, which was pale and rose straight up, unaffected by the mountain wind. He took out a bag of tea leaves from the closet, removed the coarse paper and poured some into the teapot, scooped water from the water tank and filled it, sat on the stove, the flame wrapped the teapot, and in an instant the white gas burst out, the water opened the tea fragrance, and the fire happened to be extinguished.

Wei Qiqi watched his every move, secretly frightened, even an old man who made a fire and boiled water had such attainments, the Imperial Sword Sect was really not simple!

"In the mountains and wilderness, there are no good things, the tea can be drunk, the fruit is also good, eat a few and try it. As he spoke, the old man picked up the teapot, poured a bowl of tea steadily, and sent it to Wei Qiqi diligently.

Wei Qiqi took the tea bowl, didn't drink it too much, just looked at the tea by candlelight, then smelled the tea, and asked casually: "What is the old man's surname?"

"Don't be expensive, your surname is Feng, just call me Lao Feng. Are you a new disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect?"

"Yes, when I first arrived at Liushi Peak, my surname is Wei, Wei XVII. ”

The tea is green and yellow, reflecting Wei Qiqi's face, and the aroma is flickering and near, like an ethereal singing in the quiet night, which is unpredictable. Wei Qiqi raised the tea bowl to his mouth, drank it all, and let out a long breath of white air.

"How?"

Wei Qiqi replied, "It's hot." Another bowl!"

The old man smiled and poured him another bowl, and reached out to push the fruit bowl in front of him.

Wei Qiqi drank the tea, put the tea bowl on the table, and took a fruit, the fruit was hard to the touch, with a thin layer of hard shell, he had never seen it, for the sake of caution, he asked more: "What kind of fruit is this?

"The oil apricots in the mountains, break the shell, eat the white flesh inside, the kernels in the kernel are slightly bitter, the oil is very abundant, some people like to eat, some people don't like it. ”

Wei Qiqi ate the fruit, drank another bowl of tea, looked at the old cangtou changed the tea leaves, refilled the water and boiled again, and asked casually: "Feng Lao is also a disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect?"

"How can you see that?" the old man did not look back, and concentrated on manipulating the fire.

Wei Qiqi's heart moved, and he guessed: "This method of driving away fire, skillful and spicy, could it be derived from the red lotus recipe in the four recipes of Kunlun?"

The old man was stunned for a long time, and sighed: "Your vision is not bad, this is indeed the Red Lotus Formula, but my qualifications are mediocre, I have not advanced an inch in the past forty years, I can only do some miscellaneous rough work here, picking fruits, carrying water, boiling tea, sprinkling and sweeping the pavilion, and I have also lived to this age, those who have better qualifications than me, work harder than me, come and go, but I don't know how many ...... have fallen."

Wei Qiqi's heart froze, his words seemed to be quite profound, he lowered his head and thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.

"But then again, it is precisely because of those people who are qualified and hardworking that I can live safely under the protection of Kunlun to this day, otherwise, Taiyi Sect will break through Liushi Peak early, slaughter all my Kunlun disciples, and under the nest, how can there be eggs, if everyone is like me, then no one can be like me, the truth here, in fact, it is not difficult to figure out. ”

"Young man, if you can enter this boundless view, that is a talent that can be created, don't miss a great opportunity!"

Wei Seventeen smiled at him, he should have said some polite words such as "Thank you for the old man's guidance, I must remember it in my heart next", and then humbly ask him for advice, maybe he will find that this old man who "has not made an inch in forty years" turned out to be a senior master of the Kunlun faction who was not born.

So he just smiled, knocked open the hard core of the oil apricot, peeled out the kernels and threw them into his mouth, sure enough, the oil was full and the aftertaste was slightly bitter.

He liked it, though.

After a few idle words, his mood calmed down again, Wei Qiqi said hello to the old man, returned to the quiet room, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and meditated, and read the "sword technique" that Ruan Jing passed on him. Qingming is the personal Taoist of Ziyang Dao, not something he can see if he wants to, if there is any problem, what he wants, he has to think clearly as soon as possible, so as not to delay his cultivation in the future.