The bitter-faced monk and others were hiding somewhere and could not be found. Hu Shi is in jail, and the specific treatment has not yet been announced. The most serious case is an attempted murder. If the Gongsun family keeps going around, maybe he will be released in a few days.
But after forcing these people out of the secret, Zhan Changfeng felt relieved. He wanted to kill each other anyway, so it was better to show it openly.
Gongsun and the Yi family had no room for change.
Zhan Changfeng finished his silence and opened the door. The inn waiter's hand was raised but he had not yet knocked.
He put away his slightly surprised look, handed over a letter with both hands, and said with a smile, "Sir, someone just sent you the letter. I brought it up for you."
"Thank you."
Zhan Changfeng went back to the house and opened it. It was a reply from Qingbaishan Social Studies, asking her to go to the Social Studies on the 15th for a detailed discussion.
Qingbai Mountain Social Studies is located in Qingbai Mountain on the western outskirts of the city. There is Qingbai Village at the foot of the mountain. Zhan Changfeng plans to go to Qingbai Village in advance to take a look. If she wanted to study in Qingbai Mountain, her accommodation would have to be considered.
The road to Qingbai Village was a bit far, so Zhan Changfeng bought a horse, went out of the city gate, and followed the route on the map to find the village.
This place has beautiful scenery and pleasant air. Looking from a distance, the houses are located along the undulating terrain, with black tiles, white walls and bluestone roads.
It was the busy farming season and there were few people in the village. She dismounted and walked for a while holding the reins before she was stopped by a young boy, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
Zhan Changfeng turned his face and looked at the child. The child was frightened by the long scar on her face. He ran into the house with his mouth slumped. After a while, an old man came out and huddled behind the old man and said something.
The old man patted his head, looked at Zhan Changfeng, and asked, "Are you a student from the mountain?"
"Not yet. I would like to ask my father-in-law where the village chief's home is. I would like to find a place to live in your place."
"Oh, prepare to go up the mountain to study. There is still some open space here." The old man pulled out the child and gave him a handful of candies, soothing him and telling him not to be afraid. "Take this young lady to look for it in the fields at Dongtou." Grandpa Village Chief, is that okay?"
The child glanced timidly at Zhan Changfeng while holding the candy, and nodded. Then he seemed worried and whispered in the old man's ear, "Brother Big Bear said that bandits only have tattoos, scars, and blindfolds. What if I get kidnapped?"
Zhan Changfeng, who was regarded as a bandit, "..."
The child was so embarrassed that the old man was amused.
"Don't worry, you are too thin to make a pot of soup." The old man patted him on the back, "Go and bake scallion pancakes for you when I come back."
The child chose scallion pancakes as if he was about to die, "Come with me."
He jogged for a few steps and looked back at Zhan Changfeng. He jogged for a few steps and looked back at Zhan Changfeng.
Zhan Changfeng always kept a distance of ten meters from him, which made Xiao'er feel at ease and he ran away quickly and slowly.
After going down a slope, fields gradually appeared on both sides. Looking up, the field ridges were like guillotines cutting the colorful paddy fields into flat shapes, square and square.
This paddy field is so gorgeous that even the people planting rice in it seem to be in a dream-like situation.
Zhan Changfeng leaned down and fished out a handful of red, yellow and yellow pebbles from the field.
"This is an insect-repelling stone. Rice is most afraid of insects. Once it gets sick, we will have to cry from the beginning of the year to the end of the year." Fan Zhili joked loudly, looking at Zhan Changfeng, seeing that his body and bones were extremely upright, and his expression was... Condensed and gentle, with a unique demeanor, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
"It's because I'm lonely and ignorant." Zhan Changfeng saw him holding the child, with bare mud feet, long beard braided around his neck, and a handful of seedlings in his hand, and bowed, "I guess I must I am the village chief, I want to go to Qingbai Mountain to study, but I have no place to stay, so I would like to ask if there is any space available for rent, sale or transfer in your village."
Fan Zhili thought for a few times, "When will you enroll in school?"
"Make an appointment tomorrow."
"It's so urgent," Fan Zhili said, "There are indeed some empty houses in the village. How about it. If it's convenient for you, you can stay at my house tonight and I will find the heads of households who are interested in selling them for you."
"Okay, then I'll bother the village chief."
"Okay, you wait here first, I'm almost done with my work, and I'll go back with you."
Fan Zhili went back to work in the fields, while Zhan Changfeng observed the postures and techniques of transplanting rice seedlings, and occasionally asked a few questions, which was not boring at all.
Ling rice is more sensitive to soil temperature than ordinary rice and is less susceptible to pests. They still grow purple Ling rice, which is harvested once a year. Although the profits are high, the risks are also high.
Fan Zhili saw that Zhan Changfeng was very easy to ask questions, so he was willing to talk a few more words, "Don't think we are just using up physical energy, but we are also using up our true energy."
He deliberately slowed down the speed of transplanting the rice seedlings so that Zhan Changfeng could clearly see the focus of his gestures, "This thing is precious and precious. When inserting it, it is best to wrap the roots with a small trace of true energy to prevent them from being damaged. "
Zhan Changfeng nodded. The true energy is released, innately, this land is really luxurious.
When the bells rang on the top of the mountain, Fan Zhili had just finished planting the seedlings and wiped his sweat, "Okay, school is over, let's go back quickly, and I'll take you to see the house for sale before it gets dark. "
Fan Zhili knew every household in Qingbai Village very well. He could tell which ones wanted to rent them out and which ones had vacant houses. He could simply lead her there.
"What are your requirements for the environment?"
It looks like there are quite a few choices.
"It's secluded. The size of the house doesn't matter, but I can rent it for a year at most."
"Oh?" Fan Zhili raised his head and glanced at her, "Hu Laoer's family has a spare house in Xiatian, but it's close to Beacon Mountain and there are many wild animals, so it's not safe."
"There is also a small building in the Nantou Wading Fort. The original family moved out and left it to me to deal with. The house is a bit dilapidated and it will be troublesome to clean it."
"Can you take me to see it?"
"Of course, let's go to the fields first."
Zhan Changfeng's aura was restrained and difficult for ordinary people to detect, but Fan Zhili could sense that the little fellow Taoist in front of him had already reached his acquired peak, so he naturally did not worry about the beast.
I just wonder how someone with this level of cultivation and his age, who is top-notch in the Sixth Academy, ended up in social studies. It's probably because I missed the selection of the Sixth Academy before.
The house in Shimoda is close to the forest, and there is a stone wall around it, probably to prevent wild animals from intruding.
Zhan Changfeng calculated the Feng Shui direction and took the risk, which was neither good nor bad. "Weeds have just grown on the gravel road. Someone moved away not long ago?"
"Yes." Fan Zhili sighed, "I originally rented it to a hunter. A few months ago, a gibbon came to my house to cause trouble. The hunter chased it for ten miles and accidentally rolled it down the mountain. The next day, I dragged the gibbon with me. He came back with a broken leg and a white Ganoderma lucidum as big as a basin, and immediately went to the city to become a rich man."
Zhan Changfeng: "It's not bad to be able to seize the opportunity."
Seeing that she didn't seem very interested, Fan Zhili diverted to Wading Fort.
"It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the environment is quiet. However... because the elderly and children of the previous family often fell ill, the villagers said that this place is unlucky."
"Can I open the door?"
"Ok, Ok."
This small building was built half on the shore and half on the lake. When Zhan Changfeng opened the door, his hair was ruffled by the lake breeze at night.
The back door corresponding to the front door was not closed tightly and was wide open.
The wind flowed from the back door to the front door, and there was no barrier in between. It was obviously a sign of obstruction, and it was normal to get sick.
Zhan Changfeng walked to the back door. Outside was a balcony with a table made of tree stumps. She looked carefully and saw that the tree stump was still alive, with short branches sprouting from the sides.
"This tree has grown crookedly, with its head protruding from the underwater bank and lying on the water. It has finally grown upward to catch up with people building houses," Fan Zhili explained, "This half The house was supported on the tree, but its crown was too big and blocked the sunlight, so it was cut down."
The tree is originally yin, but it occupies the financial position of the house, adding yin to yin. Zhan Changfeng looked at the sky and the earth, but felt a little satisfied.
Fan Zhili followed her and looked into the distance. It was twilight and he could see the quiet and vast lake. The sparkling water rippled slowly, and the end touched the mountains, covering it with a deeper darkness.
He suddenly felt a little gloomy and uncomfortable, "Fellow Taoist, it's better to go to the lower part of the field. It's also close to Qingbai Mountain, so it's easy to come and go."
Zhan Changfeng said, "Let's just go here. It's nice here."
Fan Zhili didn't insist and said, "That's okay. I'll go talk to them tomorrow and discuss the price."
"I'm sorry to bother you, village chief."
"It's okay, it's getting late, and the city gate is closed at this time. You can stay at my house for one night, and you can go to social studies tomorrow morning."
He was the only one in Fan Zhili's family, and he murmured that he and his granddaughter were studying in Qingbai Mountain Society, but they just didn't want to go back home.
Qingbaishan Social Studies University provides dormitories, but they are only for two people, which is inconvenient for Zhan Changfeng. Fan Zhili didn't ask much. There were so many people staying there.
