Legend of the Great Sage

"You are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!" Li Qingshan said.

"So what, I'm tired of using it, get out!" Han Qiongzhi kicked Li Qingshan away arrogantly while chewing on the fruit of wisdom, but his movements gradually weakened, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and the fruit of wisdom began to take effect.

"It's so dizzy! I don't know what will happen." Han Qiongzhi sighed with a smile: "I don't want to see you again when I wake up, this is not the place for you to stay, let's go..." Mumbling like this, she finally Close your eyes and fall into Li Qingshan's arms.

Li Qingshan hugged her tightly full of reluctance. After a long time, he kissed her gently on the forehead, patiently dressed her, tidied her hair, put a set of formations, a few bottles of Tao Xing Dan, and a stack of purple talismans on her. Beside her, these are the trophies obtained from Si Qing's Sumi Ring.

Wandering around the cave for a few more times, suddenly shook his head with a smile, and said to himself: "I will come back, no matter how long I've been away."

Then he stepped out of the cave and disappeared alone in the whistling wind and snow.

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Han Qiongzhi closed his eyes and said in a faint voice.

...

Li Qingshan recalled that this time when he returned to Qingzhou, there was one person he hadn't seen. He heard from Liu Changqing that he had lived in seclusion for many years, so he went through the wind and snow and came to a quiet mountain forest.

Unlike other places ravaged by locust plagues, this place is still lush with lush vegetation and quiet lake water, which looks extraordinarily clean and beautiful in the heavy snow.

"Danqing, are you there?"

Li Qingshan called out loudly, but after a while, the magic circle opened, revealing several elegant thatched huts, a handsome man in Tsing Yi stood in front of the huts, "Qingshan, you are back from Wuzhou!"

"You have survived the second catastrophe!"

Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. In order to help him restore the "Three Uniques", Chu Danqing's cultivation base returned to the realm of Qi Refiner. Unexpectedly, after twenty or thirty years of absence, not only his cultivation base has completely recovered. It has also improved to a higher level, and the temperament has become more and more elegant.

"You have survived three catastrophes!"

Chu Danqing was even more surprised. After Li Qingshan tempered his demon heart, he no longer deliberately suppressed it with spirit turtles, and the aura he emitted naturally was clearly the cultivation base of the Three Heavenly Tribulations.

"It seems that we didn't waste any time." Li Qingshan laughed.

"I really don't know how you practice.

It's just unbelievable. Don't stand in the snow, come in and sit! "

"There is nothing to sit in the house, why not go there to enjoy the snow." Li Qingshan pointed to the lakeside. There is a simple pavilion covered with thick thatch, which is a good place to enjoy the snow.

"Okay, I just have a jar of good wine, let's drink wine and enjoy the snow, and get drunk together!" Chu Danqing also seemed very excited.

The two sat down in the pavilion, Chu Danqing took out a scroll of painting, shook his hand, and the scroll unfolded. One by one, the maids walked out of the painting, or holding the guqin, or holding the fire, and arranged the pavilion properly in a blink of an eye.

There are also several cranes flying out of the painting, dancing on the lake in the snow, naturally and without the slightest affectation. It perfectly blends into the surrounding scenery, like a freehand landscape painting, and there are a few piano sounds, as if soaked in ice, snow and cold spring, refreshing. It was like a fairyland for a while.

"You are a painter whose skills are really good. Even I find it difficult to tell the real from the fake." Li Qingshan couldn't tell the real from the fake people in these paintings at first glance, and sighed in his heart: "I haven't seen Chu Danqing's paintings for many years. Art is getting better and better."

"It's not as good as a novelist's turning fiction into reality, but judging by your cultivation, it seems that it has nothing to do with a novelist." Chu Danqing said modestly.

"Things are always unpredictable, by the way, the wine you want to invite is also drawn!"

"Then how could it be?" Chu Danqing said as he took out a blue and white porcelain altar and opened it.

A scent rushed out of the porcelain altar and diffused in the cold air, but it was different from the general smell of wine. Li Qingshan looked into the altar and saw the black liquid rippling in it. Then he suddenly said, "This is ink? You don't know You want to invite me to drink ink!"

"This is Danqing wine, I'm usually reluctant to drink it!" Chu Danqing said.

"Isn't this brewed with your blood?" Li Qingshan remembered that Chu Danqing had a special bloodline called "Green Blood Danqing". indivual.

"I can't make this kind of wine, come and taste it!" Chu Danqing ordered the beauties in the painting to pour the wine, and when the wine was poured into the bottle, the aroma became more and more intense, like ink but not ink, like wine but not wine.

Li Qingshan tried to take a sip, his eyes lit up, the rich and strange taste spread in his mouth, wherever the wine flowed, the flesh and blood seemed to be melted, it was not spicy but better than spicy, and it contained a very pure Reiki is by no means just satisfying the desire of the tongue.

He drank the wine in the bottle, his internal organs seemed to be a mess, he closed his eyes and savored for a while, refined the wine, and then praised: "Good wine!"

"How about it, I didn't lie to you!" Chu Danqing sipped the wine slowly.

"No wonder the speed of practice is so fast, where did you get this wine!" Li Qingshan wondered, but this level of spirit wine, even a great monk who has three times of robbery may not be able to drink it, Chu Danqing said again Not homebrewed.

"My master gave it to me." Chu Danqing's face showed respect from the heart.

"Master Chu left it to you?" Li Qingshan asked, but Chu Shidao was only a foundation-builder cultivator throughout his life.

"No, it's another master."

"You are apprenticed again, I don't know what kind of senior person you are!" Li Qingshan was a little surprised, Chu Danqing's feelings for Chu Shidao, he was very clear, and he would never easily turn to others as a teacher.

"The master will probably come today, and we will know when we meet."

"Then I want to see and see, come on, cheers!" Li Qingshan suppressed his curiosity, chatted and laughed with Chu Danqing, and told all kinds of strange scenes in Wuzhou, Chu Danqing also showed fascination, "In the future, I will definitely I want to walk around and paint all the beautiful scenery of Kyushu!"

"You've been staying here all these years?"

"Yeah, the master wants me to focus on my practice and painting. Even the old friends of the Hundred Schools of Classics can only meet once in a while. They took my paintings to deal with the locust plague."

"Are there no locusts to disturb?" Li Qingshan asked. Although this place is in the deep mountains and old forests, it is not considered remote in the whole Qingzhou, and there is no sign of locusts gnawing on the surrounding area.

"Probably the Flying Locust King hasn't taken care of this yet."

"You are really lucky to be able to avoid all kinds of battles and live in seclusion here!"

As Li Qingshan said, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked up. At some time, a figure appeared by the lake not far away. He was wearing a black robe with indigo faintly showing. The long hem and sleeves were dragging on the On the pure white snow, it is like the rest of the wolf's hair on the paper.

I couldn't see his face clearly in the wind and snow, but he was a slender man walking slowly here with an oil-paper umbrella as red as a maple leaf.

"My master is here!" Chu Danqing stood up to greet him.

In a blink of an eye, the man came to the pavilion, Li Qingshan looked carefully, the man's face was clear and elegant, with deep-set eye sockets and a high nose bridge, his thin lips were pursed, and his thick black hair was curly and messy scattered on the ground. waistline.

Li Qingshan inexplicably thought of those frustrated poets in ancient poems, with a sense of leisure and desolation, walking from the winter snow, what they brought was the whole late autumn season.

As for his specific cultivation, it would be ignored instead, and even if he wanted to distinguish it, it would be vague. Compared with the maids in the pavilion, he is more like a person in a painting.

Li Qingshan suddenly noticed that his eyes were blank, without pupils, and thought: "Could it be that he is blind? No, with my eyesight, even a mosquito can see clearly from ten miles away. Wind and snow, but I can't see his face clearly!"

"Master, this is the Li Qingshan I mentioned." Chu Danqing introduced.

"A long time." The man shook the snow on the umbrella lightly, he didn't seem to be surprised by Li Qingshan's cultivation, or he was too frustrated and tired, and became indifferent to everything in the world.

"Dare to ask senior's name and name." Li Qingshan asked, clasping his hands, a little strange in his heart, since he had never met before, how could there be a strange sense of familiarity.

"Mo Wuhen." The man nodded slightly, still cherishing words like gold.

"It seems that the surname Mo is not very common."

Li Qingshan knew a little about the great monks in Qingzhou, and he had never heard of this name before. He was shocked, and suddenly thought of an opponent named Mo, Mo Yu, the prince of the Qingzhou demon clan, and couldn't help but carefully examine the man in front of him. Could it be that...

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