This lake was called Wushan Lake at first, and later people thought that it was incredible that the five mountains sank to the bottom of the lake, and there was a family surnamed Wu by the lake, so it was changed to Wushan Lake.

Wang Jing sat quietly on the top of the mountain for a day and a night without eating or drinking, thinking about the future path. In the past, I thought that punishing corrupt officials was the first responsibility, but after meeting the demon soul, my eyes were opened, and I found that continuing to look for the fairy fate to open the ring and ascend to the fairy realm is my lifelong pursuit.

Sunset and sunrise, unnoticed. It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that Wang Jing felt hungry and flew down the mountain. In the woods by the stream, he broke a finger-thick branch and cut it two inches long with a rusty dagger. He tossed one of the branches in his hand a few times, and shot at a bowl-thick pine tree three feet away, and the branch was like a flying arrow, digging deep into the trunk, revealing only a small head of an inch and a half.

"Well, I now have the ability to pick leaves and fly flowers, and I don't need a normal bow and arrow for hunting anymore. It's a pity that there is no tinder now, otherwise you can sit down and eat barbecue now. ”

Wang Jing looked at his masterpiece and said to himself with satisfaction.

He sharpened a few more short book swords and put them in his arms for backup, looked at the sun that was gradually shifting overhead, and identified the direction of going home, Wang Jing ran all the way home. A gray rabbit in the grass was frightened out, Wang Jing took out a wooden sword, his mind locked on the running rabbit, and with a wave of his hand, the wooden sword pierced the rabbit's front legs, nailing it firmly to the ground. It's a pity that the fire sickle has long been used up and can't make a fire, Wang Jing doesn't like Ru Mao to drink blood, so he has to twist the rabbit and continue to hurry.

Wang Jing ran like flying, walked nearly 100 miles of mountain roads in an hour, encountered pheasants and hares, and threw out tree knots, and hit every shot. At dusk, he carried a dozen pheasants and hares on his back, and walked tiredly, slower and slower. When I climbed over a hillside, I found a small bridge and flowing water in the valley opposite, and the low thatched roof was smoking from the house, and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

"Do you dare to ask anyone in the house?" Wang Jing shouted at the hut as he stood outside the fence door.

"It turned out to be a little brother, could it be that he was lost in the mountains? If you don't like the simplicity of the hut, please come in and rest for the night." A sturdy man in his thirties came out of the house, opened the door of the fence, and said kindly to Wang Jing.

"So thank you, big brother, for causing you trouble. Wang Jing smiled shyly and followed the big man into the hut.

In the house, a woman about thirty years old, dressed in a green cloth skirt, was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and the pot was steaming and the aroma of rice was emanating. Wang Jing hadn't eaten for a few years, and suddenly smelled the aroma of rice, and immediately sang about the empty city plan in his stomach.

"My brother smelled the smell of the food cooked by his mother and wanted to eat. Hearing the voice, Wang Jing noticed that there was a seven or eight-year-old girl behind the stove, with flashing black eyes and giggling.

"The little girl doesn't know how to be polite, quickly pour her brother a cup of hot tea and prepare a pair of chopsticks. The woman nodded to Wang Jing, smiled apologetically, and turned to the little girl and commanded.

"Well, I heard it. The little girl muttered quietly as she poured her tea. Wang Jing felt so embarrassed for a while.

The big man set up the chair next to the dinner table, came to invite Wang Jing to sit down, and then exchanged a few words of greeting before the embarrassment was resolved.

The little girl brought tea and put it on the table in front of Wang Jing, winced at him, and smiled narrowly. Wang Jing said a few polite words, picked up the tea bowl, and drank the warm tea. Unexpectedly, a bowl of tea went down to her stomach, and there was a burst of thunder in her abdomen, and the little girl couldn't help laughing and laughed.

"Little brother, please eat, this dead girl has never seen a living person, don't mind. ”

"yes yes!" the little girl stuck out her little tongue and grimaced at her mother, and Wang Jing looked at her and smiled.

The empathetic village woman hurriedly served Wang Jing rice and a big bowl of stewed rabbit meat with green bamboo shoots, and let Wang Jing eat first, and then the family sat around the table, chatting while eating.

Wang Jing devoured the fragrant meal, and nodded vaguely.

It turned out that the man's name was Wang Min, and the woman's name was Su Xiaoxiao, who was originally a senior brother and sister of a secular sect, but because of their mutual affection, they were plotted by others, so they had to flee into the mountains to avoid chaos, and remained incognito for many years, making a living by hunting, and occasionally went to the city to change some oil, salt and cloth. The cute little girl is their pearl Wang Qin, who has just turned seven years old this year, has never seen outsiders, and is spoiled by her parents, so she is unscrupulous.

Wang Jing felt that Wang Min's family was simple and kind, and after the meal, he also slightly explained the intention, and used the Spring and Autumn Brushwork to hide the demon soul.

"The eldest brother is a disciple of the Great Gate Sect, and he has seen a lot of knowledge in the rivers and lakes, but have you heard of the legend of mortal cultivation of immortals?" Wang Jing asked eagerly while drinking tea after dinner.

"In my early years, I followed my master to Huanggang City, which is thousands of miles away, and I heard that there were many immortal cultivators there, and there were shops selling immortal cultivators' items on the streets. But we can't see the difference between those objects and our belongings. I can't figure out how a piece of black iron ore is many times more expensive than gold. ”

Speaking of the matter of immortal cultivators, Wang Min is very talkative, and he will see and hear. In the end, I even said everything I thought.

In fact, Wang Min's knowledge is very limited, after all, he is a mortal, and he is separated by immortals and mortals, and he will not interact at all if he is not familiar with it. Listening to Wang Min's description of Huanggang City, Wang Jing had secretly decided to go for a trip after going home to visit his parents, maybe he could unlock the secret of the ring there.

Su Xiaoxiao found her husband's clothes for Wang Jing to change into, and served him a bowl of wild grapes in the mountains for him to taste. Wang Jing changed his clothes and devoured them. This longan-sized fruit, sweet and sour, is the most fragrant time he has eaten in the Yinshan Mountain Range, and it will be unforgettable many years later. During his years in the cave, Wang Jing was tired of eating the birds and beasts prepared for him by the demon spirit, and if it wasn't for survival, he really wanted to commit suicide by hunger strike.

Early the next morning, after Wang Jing ate the wild vegetable porridge prepared by Su Xiaoxiao and Wang Qin, he inquired in detail about the nearby situation and the route to Qizhou City.

The little girl stood by the fence door, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and she asked timidly, "Big brother, can we still meet?"

After Wang Qin got acquainted with Wang Jing yesterday, she pestered him to tell stories, Wang Jing spit lotus flowers in his tongue, and talked about the naughty things when he was a child, making the little girl giggle non-stop, and finally made a lot of trouble.

"Where do you not meet in life, if there is fate, you can look forward to tomorrow if you are fated. Wang Jing left all the pheasants and hares, took a tinder and some condiments such as salt and pepper, waved goodbye, and then went on the road again.

This short encounter filled Wang Jing's heart with warm memories, and he missed the taste of home even more, wondering if his father and mother were still in good health? Is the food at home enough for the winter? Unconsciously, his feet sped up.