At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.
Wan Qiuqing was walking on the streets of Beier City. The sunlight falling on her body made her feel depressed and depressed. Like everyone suffering from drought in the south, he is full of boredom and hatred for the scorching sun rising higher and higher in the sky.
When they wake up every day, they don't want to see the cloudless sky, let alone the fiery red sun rising from the eastern sky.
They dream of a morning with dark clouds and pouring rain.
They had been here for so long that they had forgotten that it rained a lot in the south. Mornings like this were normal at this time of year.
If you could hit the sun with a bow and an arrow, then the sun must have been filled with arrows and turned into a fiery red hedgehog.
Wan Qiuqing thought so.
The childish thoughts in her mind made her couldn't help but smile, and her depressed and depressed mood suddenly felt much better.
Chirp chirp—
Suddenly, a series of magpie calls sounded overhead.
Wan Qiuqing was stunned for a moment before realizing that since the drought in the south, birds and beasts have gradually disappeared. She can no longer remember how long it has been since she heard the sound of birds. Surprised, she raised her head and followed the sound, and saw a large gray magpie standing on the top of a dead poplar branch, chirping.
She could clearly see that the magpie was screaming at her, and she immediately felt very good. She said to herself with a smile on her face: "The magpie is screaming, good luck is coming, and you will definitely have good luck today."
The gray-white magpie chirped for a while, then fluttered its wings and flew away.
Wan Qiuqing watched the magpie leave, all the depression and annoyance in his heart disappeared, and he continued to move forward, his steps becoming extremely brisk.
In the Yaxuan, Zhang Xiaozu, his senior brothers and sisters, and the senior monk went to the living room to talk about things.
Butcher Zhang did not know these juniors and was not interested in getting to know them, so he declined the invitations of several of them. Instead, he and the four girls, Mei Lan, Zhu Ju, packed up the bags that were all over the yard, and then went to the pavilion in the yard to count the trophies.
The cultivator's bag is very monotonous, containing basically pills and other cultivation supplies, as well as some money and miscellaneous items.
The four girls, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, kept exclaiming.
Although these people who came were all unskilled disciples of various sects, their cultivation resources were still much stronger than those of ordinary cultivators.
Butcher Zhang was honest and regarded these things as his trophies. He rewarded the four girls with many elixirs suitable for their cultivation. They were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
"What are you so happy about?" Wan Qiuqing heard the laughter of the four girls outside the courtyard gate. When he entered the courtyard, he found the four girls squatting in a circle in the pavilion, not knowing what they were doing, and immediately asked curiously.
Hearing Wan Qiuqing's voice, Mei Lan Zhu Ju hurriedly stood up to greet them, and at the same time replied: "The slaves are counting the spoils with the seniors. The seniors rewarded the slaves with many pills. For a moment, they got carried away and lost their manners. Please punish me, madam."
Butcher Zhang stood up in the pavilion, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at Wan Qiuqing walking in the yard. There was no special surprise in his heart, because he had already met Wan Qiuqing when he was in Baiyun City, but Wan Qiuqing did not see him. Later on the battlefield, he always covered his face with a light helmet, so even when he was charging in front of the army, Wan Qiuqing did not recognize him.
The four women of Wan Qiu Qing Dynasty waved their hands to indicate that it was okay, and asked more curiously: "What trophy?"
His eyes moved away from the four women, looked in the direction of the pavilion, and then fell on Butcher Zhang.
In an instant, Wan Qiuqing felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body suddenly trembled and he froze in place, unable to move. Even his breathing and heartbeat stopped. His brain went blank and he was unable to think.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?"
"lady--"
No matter how Mei Lan, Zhu and Ju called, she didn't respond at all. Her world has become quiet, everything has disappeared from her sight, only the figure of Butcher Zhang remains.
Finally, a breath of suffocation came out of her chest, and her body resumed operation as if her soul had left her body.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
She kept raising her hands to wipe away the tears that were blocking her vision, for fear that Butcher Zhang's figure would disappear from her sight. It wasn't until she was sure it wasn't a hallucination that she began to cry with confidence.
Watching Wan Qiuqing shed tears like a child, Butcher Zhang felt soft in his heart and his eyes were slightly moist. He raised his right index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture towards Wan Qiuqing.
"——" Wan Qiuqing's "Master" stuck in his throat.
Under Mei Lan Zhu Ju's surprised gaze, Wan Qiuqing ran away in tears, threw herself into Butcher Zhang's arms, and cried loudly.
Butcher Zhang smiled and took her hand and walked towards the side room. At the same time, he made a silent gesture to the four girls, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, and pointed to the elixir on the floor of the pavilion, indicating to them to put it away.
The four girls Mei Lan Zhu Ju immediately understood and knew that Butcher Zhang wanted them to keep it a secret, so they nodded to express their understanding. Then they suddenly realized that it was no wonder that this old man liked to hear about the Qi family. It turned out that he was related to their wife. And the connection must be very deep, otherwise their wife would not be so excited that she loses control of her emotions.
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After entering the room and closing the door, Wan Qiuqing knelt down with a plop, knocked his head to the ground, and sobbed guiltily: "Master, my disciple is unfilial!"
"Huh!" Butcher Zhang snorted coldly. Instead of helping her, he waved his sleeves and angrily shouted: "Not only are you unfilial, you are also heartless. You have been gone for so many years and you haven't even come back to see me or your wife. You are iron. Your heart must be cut off from us!"
Butcher Zhang's words were like knives piercing Wan Qiuqing's heart, making her heartache like a knife, but she had no words to defend herself, because it was indeed what she did wrong. She could only kneel on the ground and explain palely: "My disciple has missed my two elders every day these years, and I dare not forget the kindness of my two elders in raising me. It's just - it's just - wuwu - it's because my disciple is unfilial -"
Once you get married and have children, time no longer seems to be yours. There are always so many trivial things to worry about, and you can’t stop cutting them off.
After scolding Wan Qiuqing, the little resentment that Butcher Zhang had accumulated in his heart disappeared. He waved his hand towards Wan Qiuqing and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, get up. Crying is annoying. My shoulders are a little sore. , come here and give me a squeeze."
Wan Qiuqing suddenly broke down in tears and smiled. She knew that her master was a man of words and had a soft heart. He would just scold her to clear up the resentment in his heart, and letting her get up would be considered as forgiving her. He quickly wiped away his tears and got up and ran behind the old man and started kneading him.
"Master, why did you come to the southern border?" Wan Qiuqing asked.
"I'm not here to see you, you little heartless person." Butcher Zhang replied angrily.
Wan Qiuqing was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue, and then asked worriedly: "I heard that there was a chaos in Northern Xinjiang, and the senior brother and the second senior brother both - all -"
"Northern Xinjiang is in chaos, but those two bastards are alive and well."
"That's good, that's good." Wan Qiuqing breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Master, is she still in good health?"
"My mind is a little confused. I'm afraid I don't have many years to live. She misses you very much. If you have time, go back and spend some time with her."
Wan Qiuqing burst into tears when he heard this, and choked with sobs: "My disciple will go back to Northern Xinjiang with you now, and I will never go anywhere by your side."
