Qianqiu looked at the wooden board in his hand, then looked up at Lao Xuan, and said in his heart: "The three-day punishment I did, three wooden boards fell off the wall of Senior Xuan, and I needed to repair one wooden board. It’s exactly half a day, how could it be such a coincidence that it happens to take up one day of my time?”
"Qianqiu, what's wrong with you?" Lao Xuan looked at Qianqiu in a daze and couldn't help asking.
Qianqiu shook his head and said: "It's nothing, Senior Xuan, I will continue to repair it."
So Qianqiu hammered away and spent half a day repairing the wooden board.
"Senior Xuan, I'll come back tomorrow." Qianqiu wiped the sweat from his body and said to Lao Xuan, feeling like there was wind under his feet.
Lao Xuan smiled and nodded, and said, "Okay, see you before noon tomorrow."
Qianqiu felt a little weird when he heard this sentence, but he didn't think too much and walked away.
When Qianqiu arrived at the dining hall, he found that the tall and round Zhu Meng had been waiting for him.
"Qianqiu, why are you here so late today?" Zhu Meng asked dissatisfiedly, shaking his fan.
Qianqiu hurriedly explained: "I...I slept and overslept."
"Qianqiu, you only have less than one day left. Make your own plans. You have to pick up 333 buckets of water today, but you will only have half a day to do it tomorrow!"
Qianqiu suddenly thought that tomorrow's punishment time would end at noon, which meant that he would have to carry water first and then help Lao Xuan mend the wall.
"I know, thank you for reminding me, senior brother." Qianqiu picked up her legs, which weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and ran down the mountain without stopping.
As Qianqiu ran diligently, the water tank in the dining room gradually became full.
Zhu Meng was very satisfied with what he saw, but he felt vaguely uncomfortable in his heart. However, he still felt that Qianqiu was indeed a talented person.
Another full day of work.
Yang Xian, Xiao Hu and other friends could only watch Qianqiu going up and down the mountain and being punished, but they could not say a word or help.
When night fell again on the land of the Orientalists, Qianqiu finally filled the 333 buckets of water for the next day.
He fell to the ground exhausted, but could still catch his breath.
This time, it was Yang Xian who carried the exhausted Qianqiu back to the other courtyard.
"Yesterday Qianqiu still had some spiritual power left, but today he has very little cultivation left in the cultivation pool in his body." Yang Xianxin said, "If this continues, brother Qianqiu's body will collapse before the punishment is completed. ”
While he was thinking about it, he made a temporary decision to go find the Lao Xuan Qianqiu mentioned and talk to him personally. If he could persuade Qianqiu to put down the repair work first, maybe Qianqiu could survive.
At midnight, Yang Xian went to the back of the mountain alone.
The back of the mountain is still as desolate and quiet as ever, with only the cool breeze blowing through the small grassland from time to time.
Yang Xian saw a small house built on a small grassland. There were no other buildings around the small house, and there was a wooden board wall around the small house. He said to himself: "This should be where the old seniors who Qian Brothers said lived. place.”
"Is there anyone there?" Yang Xian walked to the door, knocked on the wooden door gently, and asked politely.
"Young man, are you looking for me?" A friendly voice came from behind Mr. Yang.
Yang Xian turned around hurriedly and saw a short, stooped old man looking at him with a smile.
On a quiet night, in an empty grassland, two people who have never met each other look at each other. This scene must not be creepy.
Yang Xian was stunned for a moment, then he immediately saluted and said: "Senior, I am Xian Yang, a disciple of Master Feng Sanyi of the Futu Hall of the Dongfang Sect, and a good friend of Qianqiu."
"Oh oh oh, he is Qianqiu's good brother, please come in." Upon hearing this, Lao Xuan hurriedly let Yang Xian into the room.
Yang Xian entered the room gratefully. He sat down and before taking a sip of tea, he immediately expressed his intention to Lao Xuan.
Lao Xuan twirled his few remaining beards and said, "Little brother, this old man can't help you. Qianqiu took the initiative to do this job."
At this moment, Lao Xuan became very unkind.
Yang Xian paused and said, "Senior Lao Xuan, can I help you repair the last piece of wood?"
Lao Xuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Mr. Yang, it's not that I deliberately embarrass you, but the walls and boards don't agree."
When Yang Xian heard it, he stunned, and said, "Is this old man open the river? The wooden board has no life. Unless it is a monster, how can you pick someone to repair it?"
Lao Xuan looked at Yang Xian with a look of disbelief, so he said, "You don't believe it, do you? Come with me."
Yang Xian nodded, and then kept up with Lao Xuan's pace.
Lao Xuan took Yang Xian to the wall. Yang Xian saw at a glance that a neat piece of wood was missing from the gap.
Yang Xian couldn't help but wonder about Dasheng, thinking: "This old man said that the wall was blown away by the wind, how could there be such a smooth gap? Could it be that the old man in front of him did it at this time?"
Yang Xian did not hold back and asked, "Senior, I heard that your wall is hung by the wind, but why is there such a gap?"
"Brother Yang Xian, the older has already said, if it is not Qianqiu, no one can repair this wall. It is better to do this, you should go back to the other courtyard to rest earlier."
Yang Xian did not believe in evil, stepped forward, operated for business, and explored the structure and material of a wooden board.
Soon, Yang Xian, who was well-read, discovered something was different.
He carefully explored and said, "Is it a wooden board and wall supported by painless wood used in the legend?"
"Where did your kid come from? How can you know so much?" When Lao Xuan heard Yang Xian's judgment, he felt strange and asked, "Where are you the man?"
"Senior, I'm from the Holy City." Yang Xian replied hurriedly.
"Who are you, Yang Ye?" Lao Xuan asked.
Yang Xian hesitated for a while and said, "Yang Ye is my father."
"Come here and show me quickly!" Lao Xuan seemed to have heard some great news, and he quickly became enthusiastic and pulled Yang Xian over.
Yang Xian was pulled aside by Lao Xuan in a daze.
"The tiger at the general's door, the tiger at the general's door!" Lao Xuan fumbled with Yang Xian's hand for a while, felt his pulse, looked at him again, and then continued to praise.
Yang Xian hurriedly took a few steps back and said, "Senior Lao Xuan, does he recognize my father?"
"We met once, but my father's appearance and smile are enough to be remembered for a lifetime." Lao Xuan said with a smile.
When Yang Xian heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "My father once joined the army and served as a general for a while, but later retired. I wonder what the connection between Senior Xuan and my father is? Are they comrades on the battlefield?"
Lao Xuan shook his head and said: "There is no special connection. Not only are we not comrades in arms, but we were once enemies."
"This..." When Yang Xian heard this, it was such a huge reversal that he might as well endure it for a while and not ask in detail.
"Yang Ye's skills are superb. He saved our lives in the battle of the Eastern Faction, so he still misses him so much," Lao Xuan said.
When Yang Xian heard this, his mind became even more confused. Since his father was kind to those in front of him, why did he say that they were enemies?
"Senior?" Yang Xiang was about to continue saying something, but was interrupted by Lao Xuan, "If you want to know about the past and what you will do in the future, go down the mountain and go home and ask. I am old and old, so I may not be able to remember it."
"Yes, senior." Yang Xianxin knew that experts didn't like to talk too much, so he stopped insisting and just nodded seriously.
Lao Xuan continued: "Mr. Yang, I will not hide it from you. What Qianqiu did was not what Lao Cao asked him to do, but what he was willing to do. Therefore, Lao Cao cannot interfere and cannot interfere. Just like Lao Cao does not Just as he can persuade people to commit suicide, he will naturally not kill people for no reason. I will naturally not persuade Qianqiu not to do what he should do. "
"But do you know, senior? Qianqiu is being punished now. If he spends half a day cultivating his strength with you, how can he survive it?"
Lao Xuan still shook his head.
Yang Xian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he looked at this old friend who knew his father.
"Forget it, let me try!" Yang Xian bent down to pick up the original wooden board.
However, before Yang Xian's hand touched the board, the board began to burn.
