On the second day, when the first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness in the eastern sky, Yu Qing woke up from his vision. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Habitually stretching his waist, although he has reached the realm of not needing sleep, the habits he has developed in his previous life for more than 20 years will still pop out of his bones from time to time, perhaps his heart is still nostalgic for that world, after all, there are his parents, his friends, and the imprints left in time.

Pushing open the door and walking out, the rain had stopped for some time, leaving a large trace of water on the cyan stone slab, like a freehand painting.

Yu Qing stood at the door, his eyes turned to the sky, the darkness was quickly dissipating, but only a faint residual ink was left in half a moment, and the golden sunlight swept over the remaining water droplets on the tall trees, reflecting colorful colors, like delicate and gorgeous rainbow bridges hanging on the treetops, stunning the broken leaves.

Looking at this extremely beautiful picture, Yu Qing's mood is also much better, this precious autumn rain falls, those seeds that have just been sown will develop very well, and when late autumn comes, the gold will cover the earth, and it must be a big harvest.

When Yu Qing walked to the main hall of Yuntai Palace, he found that there were already people coming and going, most of them came here with solemn expressions to worship, saluted a pillar of incense and left, they still need to work, in the Fufeng country surrounded by enemies, for these ordinary people who have no hope of cultivating, only labor is the way to survive.

Yun Qingfeng was still standing next to the palace gate, looking at the crowd coming and going, his expression was calm, as if he felt that Yu Qing was looking at him, turned around and saluted Yu Qing from afar, and then returned to calm.

Yu Qing also walked into the main hall, the platform in the hall has disappeared, it should have gone to the apse, the tall and majestic statue of Fufeng God stands tall, wearing a blue and black royal robe, with a green sheath ancient sword around his waist, but he is not wearing a crown on his head, and the green silk is tied with a cyan silk silk and hangs behind his head, and his deep eyes seem to look into the distance through the temple door.

Yu Qing also put on a pillar of incense and bowed twice, for this ancestral god of Fufeng Country, he also admired it tightly, such a heroic hero, in his previous life, maybe he was not much better than Taizu.

After turning the statue, it is the gate leading to the courtyard of the apse, there is a simple and mysterious pattern on the gate, look carefully, it is faintly a scene of the tall human race wearing iron armor and all kinds of demons fighting, the fierce killing machine comes out through the wall, Yu Qing secretly guessed in his heart, it should be the battle depiction of the ancestors of Yuntai City who slashed demons and eliminated demons to occupy the size of the land.

At this time, by the wall a few feet away from the gate, two handymen leaned against the wall and chatted, the solar terms of Fufeng Country were colder, and the warm and soft sunlight of the morning shone on the body, and the lazy people couldn't pick up the slightest strength.

A handyman yawned, his eyes blankly open, not knowing where he had gone.

"Alas, Brother Hu, do you think our two senior brothers are stupid in cultivation?"

The other servant had slept well about last night, and he didn't know what to do in that boring scratching of his ears and cheeks, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and asked in a shocked spirit.

"Ahh ”

Brother Hu, who was outside the fugue, returned to his place for a long time, with a blank face.

"I mean, our demented second senior brother, is his cultivation getting more and more stupid, otherwise we will let us go to the old man Yuan and buy tofu from that old fool for so many years?"

Yu Qing, who was about to walk into the courtyard, heard this, and his heart was alarmed, and the footsteps he had just raised were retracted, and he stood quietly against the gate, but Ling Nian paid close attention to the two people in the yard.

The servant who asked the question seemed to be very dissatisfied with Brother Hu's reaction, and repeated it repeatedly, but his voice was much lowered.

Brother Hu reacted at this time, and in a blink of an eye, he looked impatient again.

"What are you talking about! What are you guessing about the minds of other cultivators? Beware of being slapped to death by the hall master, there is no place to cry!"

The servant was not afraid at all, and said nonchalantly: "How many years have we not seen the hall master, according to the second senior brother's temperament, don't say that he doesn't know, even if he does, he can only punish us for two sentences at most, what can we do?"

When Brother Hu said that, he didn't think anything would happen, but when he heard the other servant say this, he stopped holding the shelf, loosened his body, found a more comfortable position to lean on, squinted and said, "Brother Bo, what did you mean by what you just said?"

The servant surnamed Bo also came to his senses, and then said to the eldest brother: "You said that there are so many people in this city, why does the second senior brother take care of an old man of the garden alone? Not to mention that the second senior brother and the hall master don't have to eat, even other dishes are also sent to the door, so the old man of the other garden is special, let us go and get it every day?"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and his voice gradually took on a somewhat indignant tone, and after speaking, he felt as if he was not strong enough, and said: "I have heard, since fifteen years ago, the tofu eaten in our temple has been the old man of Nayuan, how old was the second senior brother fifteen years ago? Who else could arrange it other than the hall master?"

Big Brother Hu's pupils shrank, and he turned his head sharply to stare at the servant surnamed Bo, and said in a solemn voice: "You mean, the old man of that Yuan may be a demon remnant?"

The servant was suddenly like a bucket of cold water suddenly poured on the cold winter wax moon, and the whole person was stunned for a moment, and only after a while did he hesitate to say: "Hu, big brother, I can, I didn't say it!"

Brother Hu watched it for a long time, his face changed several times, and finally he smiled heartily: "Haha, Brother Bo, I'm just joking, why take it seriously?"

After speaking, he leaned over and whispered: "Brother Bo, the eldest brother knows that you are not a person who talks about the river, today you say so, there must be other evidence, you tell the eldest brother, your ability to inquire about the news, the eldest brother admires it tightly." ”

The voice was almost so low that the servant surnamed Bo could only prick up his ears and listen carefully to hear it clearly, only to feel that there was a strange magnetism in the voice, which made people want to continue.

So the servant surnamed Bo seemed to have completely forgotten what happened before, leaned over, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Big brother, do you know what I saw yesterday?"

After speaking, he didn't wait for the eldest brother Hu to answer, so he raised his eyebrows and said excitedly: "Yesterday, I should have gone to the old man Yuan to get tofu, before leaving, the second senior brother said to go with me, and when I finished taking the tofu and came out, the second senior brother entered the old man's dilapidated house alone, and he didn't know what to say." ”

"They can't hear me, but they don't know that the broken house has a dark window, when I was a child, the old man Yuan didn't live in it, he played there, hum, he wanted to hide from me Bosan, and he didn't inquire about my name in Yuntai City!"

Bo Sanshou danced with his eyebrows, and he was so excited that he didn't know where he was and who was next to him, so he continued to take care of himself: "I just heard the second senior brother say, 'Yuan Daoyou, don't come to harm?'"

"After a long time, I didn't hear anyone answer, and the second senior brother said again, 'Yuan Daoyou, after so many years, do you still hate my master?'

Still no one spoke, only the sound of rustling could be heard, it should be the old man Yuan grinding tofu.

The second senior brother continued, 'Today, Li Zhenren's disciple is here, and he came alone, which is exactly the same as Li Zhenren's demeanor back then. ’

Then the sound of grinding tofu stopped. ”

Speaking of this, Bo San's voice was also a little more puzzled, as if he didn't understand how he was involved with Li Zhenren and his disciples.

He didn't know that the handsome young man yesterday was Li Shujing's disciple.

Fifteen years have passed, for a mortal like him, fifteen years is already half of his life, even if the tragic situation of that year sometimes appears in his sleep, just like when he was awakened, but Li Shujing fifteen years ago has gradually blurred in his memory, and only one symbol remains.

Time is the grave of all living beings, and the difference is only the difference in epitaphs.

But in a blink of an eye, he left these behind, for him, it was the gossip in front of him that could arouse his interest more, especially in front of Brother Hu, who was very disdainful of him on weekdays, it was undoubtedly a very compelling thing.

"Brother Hu, guess what?

I bought tofu from him for ten years, and I didn't hear a word from him, and I thought he was a dumb person!

He said, 'What should I do?'"

Bo San's eyes lit up, pulled the sleeve of the eldest brother, and said excitedly: "Eldest brother, have you heard? The old man of that garden really has something to do with the hall master!"

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