"Qingyi Ancestor...... Is this the name of the ancestor?" Qiu Ze nodded: "Senior sister, why do you add the word ancestor to the end of the name of the ancestor?"

Xin Lan said solemnly: "This name was obtained by him three hundred years ago, back then, there was a demon sect called the Devouring Sect, which once harmed the Central Plains, the master led the disciples of Qi Yunguan to unite several famous sects to go to the Devouring Gate to seek a decisive battle, but the strength of the Devouring Sect was extremely strong, and under the joint attack of many sects, it even faintly occupied some advantages......

At that time, there were about 10,000 disciples sent out by the famous sects, almost all of them were elite disciples of various sects, but there were less than 200 people left who could come back alive! At that time, the master was already a famous powerhouse, but he couldn't beat the master of the Devouring Sect, fortunately, there was an unborn strong man back then, helping the ancestor to fight the master of the Devouring Sect, despite this, the two failed to kill the master of the Devouring Sect, so they could only seal him.

This battle, almost exhausted the entire Central Plains of the decent force, if not the ancestor did his best, I am afraid that our so-called famous and upright, as early as three hundred years ago were all destroyed, the ancestor of the contribution to the cultivation of the road can not be underestimated, it can be said to save the truth in water and fire, so, no matter what sect, as long as it is a cultivator, all regard the ancestor as the ancestor of cultivation, the name of the ancestor, is handed down from that time. ”

Qiu Ze couldn't help but sigh, he didn't expect that the ancestor was not only superior in strength, but also made indelible contributions to the cultivation realm.

When it came to Qingyi Ancestor, Xin Lan was full of interest, and wanted to continue to tell Qiu Ze about Qingyi Ancestor's experience, but was interrupted by a strange voice.

"Goo-Goo......

The two of them stared at each other in the dim light, and for a while, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

"Senior brother...... I'm talking to you about my ancestors, not about food......"

Xin Lan couldn't help but sneer, and then felt that it was inappropriate, so she hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands, but she smiled happily, not just covering her mouth, her eyes laughed like a crescent moon, and her shoulders twitched slightly,

Qiu Ze scratched his head embarrassedly, looking at Xin Lan's expression, embarrassed and a little shy.

After laughing enough, Xin Lan said: "It's not enough to go hungry just by taking pills, junior brother, you can bear with it for a while, and I'll go and make you some food." ”

Xin Lan smiled and pushed open the door of Hanyun Pavilion and ran to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for Xin Lan to turn back, holding a bowl of hot wontons in his hand, and came to Qiu Ze's bed.

"Whew, the snow is so big. ”

Xin Lan put Chaos on the head of the bed and dusted off the snowflakes on his body.

"Is it snowing outside?"

"yes, it's snowy. ”

"But, Senior Sister, isn't it summer now, how can it snow in summer?"

After Xin Lan finished dusting the snow, he held the wonton in one hand and the spoon in the other, blew it with his mouth, and fed it to Qiu Ze's mouth.

"Nanhan Mountain is different from the outside world, as long as the cold here gathers to a certain level, it will snow, and because the snow is formed by cold gas, the snow on Nanhan Mountain is also colder than the outside world. ”

"Oh, I see, no wonder I feel a little cold, and I thought it was because the cold on my body had not dissipated, but it was because of the snow. ”

Qiu Ze's body was covered with several futons, but he still felt cold.

It's cold, and in this cold night, only Xin Lan's spoonful of wontons is the warmest, and it's not only the stomach, but also the heart.

After eating the wontons, Qiu Ze finally had some strength, but his body was still very weak, Xin Lan saw it in his eyes, went out to get a golden basin again, came back with some dry firewood, and in the small room, a bonfire was raised.

"Senior brother, tell me the story of the world, I have never been to the world. ”

Xin Lan was born in Lingchou Valley, she has never seen her mother, from childhood to adulthood, only Xin Yibo has seen the most, because Lingchou Valley and several other peaks and valleys are not harmonious, Xin Lan has never been to other peaks and valleys except for Wangtian Peak, more than ten years, almost spent in Lingchou Valley, her strength, has not reached the point where she can go down the mountain.

Although Qiu Ze is the son of the county order, his family is not wealthy, and he has been traveling with him and his dead brother before Qiu Qitian was admitted to the Jinshi, so Qiu Ze has no friends.

At this time, the two saw that there was nothing to do, so they chatted.

Qiu Ze has a lot of Chinese ink, and the story is smooth and moving, quite a storyteller's style, when he said that he stole other people's fruits when he was a child, Xin Lan nervously clenched the bedding on Qiu Ze's body, and when Qiu Ze talked about being spanked by his father after knowing about it, Xin Lan covered his mouth and laughed with a smile.

For as long as he can remember, Akisawa has been wandering with his father, and he has seen and experienced a lot of things, and he has a talent for storytelling, which is naturally more attractive when he comes out of his mouth.

The flames of the campfire shone on the faces of the two young men, flickering and dimming, but they were also very warm.

Qiu Ze said, Xin Lan listened, just like that, time seemed to stand still.

I don't know how long I talked, but as he spoke, Qiu Ze fell asleep, and Xin Lan leaned on the head of the bed and fell asleep.

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Xin Yibo didn't come out of the middle hall because of refining the pill for Qiu Ze.

Since Qiu Ze woke up, Xin Lan has been taking care of Qiu Ze every step of the way, for a while, a few days have passed, every night, a bonfire will be lit in the Hanyun Pavilion, Xin Lan leaned on Qiu Ze's bedside, listened to Qiu Ze talk about the past, and from Qiu Ze's story, he barely knew what the world was like.

Xin Lan has a great longing for the world depicted by Qiu Ze, the huge empire, the turbulent Yellow River, and the endless sea! What are those scenes, what are they like, are they more charming than the Southern Cold Mountains?

"Is the world really that beautiful?"

Xin Lan tilted his head, as if asking Qiu Ze, as if asking himself.

"Of course, it's much more beautiful than Nanhan Mountain. ”

"I must cultivate hard, and when I reach the fifth level of spiritual cultivation, I must see the world with my own eyes!"

Xin Lan stood up and said firmly, "I must go there!"

Qiu Ze smiled and nodded: "Senior sister, I also have to cultivate hard, and I will accompany you all over Daming when the time comes!"

Under Xin Lan's careful care, Qiu Ze's body finally recovered a lot, and he no longer had to lie on the bed.

It has snowed heavily for a few days, and the already cold Lingchou Valley has become a lot colder, and there is a white expanse everywhere.

Walking out of Hanyun Pavilion, Qiu Ze rubbed his hands and tightened the padded jacket on his body.

Although the white robe has the effect of keeping out the cold, but at this temperature, it is really a drop in the bucket, and it is difficult to resist the cold, but fortunately, Xin Lan is skillful and makes a cotton jacket for him overnight.

Qiu Ze did not wear a cotton jacket, every year in the cold winter, Wu Bo would make one or two for him, but after all, Wu Bo is old and his hands and feet are not flexible, resulting in the cotton jacket worn by Qiu Ze is either too big or too small, plus the Qiu family has no extra silver to buy fabrics, so they can only use old clothes to sew and mend, and wear them on their bodies like beggars.

It's the first time I've worn such a beautiful and warm padded jacket...... This is what my senior sister did for me, so I must keep it well.

Akisawa thought to himself and gently patted the snowflakes on his body.