It wasn't until Monk Buli and Yuwen Liuli pulled out the iron arrow from Wang Qiang's arm and applied the golden medicine from the female saint of Meishan.
The three of them sat in a wooden shed by the river, lit a lamp, and chatted.
Yuwen Liuli cut a large pot of spiced mutton and placed it on the table. Wang Qiang poured three bowls of wine brought from Baixue City.
When Monk Buli heard that it was the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land who hurt Wang Qiang, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Those are just a bunch of brats, how could they hurt you?"
Wang Qiang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This is considered a scandal in the family. Secondly, it's my own fault for being careless."
After that, he told some things that happened in Tianyun Mountain and Loulan City, including the killers he met along the way and today's fortune teller.
Even after practicing by the Tongtian River for so many years, Monk Buli couldn't help but become furious when he heard this.
He shouted: "Damn it, I didn't expect that in just a few years, their scars have healed and they have forgotten the pain. You are also a pitiful person, with very poor abilities, but you have repeated what my brother was like back then." "
Yuwen Liuli listened blankly for a long time, then sighed and said: "Those killers back then were chasing them all the way to Niujiao Town, no, it should be said that they were chasing them all the way to the snowy mountains..."
"In the end, it was the elders of the Wang family in Loulan who attacked Li Xiuyuan secretly on the snowy mountain. My master cut off an arm. Unexpectedly, the Chen family wanted to imitate the Wang family back then."
With a faint sigh, Yuwen Liuli asked: "Senior Brother Wang Qiang, where are you going this time?"
Wang Qiang pointed at Monk Buli and said with a smile: "Go and see Senior Brother Buli's master."
When Monk Buli heard this, admiration suddenly appeared in his eyes, he picked up the wine jar on the table and filled the bowl.
He laughed twice with Wang Qiang and said: "Based on your words, I won't even accept Li Xiuyuan, so I will accept you. It seems that my master no longer accepts apprentices..."
Wang Qiang's face turned red and he said sheepishly: "Elder Meng wrote a letter to the old monk. He just asked me to practice Buddhism with him. It didn't count as asking the senior to accept me as a disciple."
After leaving the headmaster, he went up to the Bamboo Peak and told the two of them one by one about his uneasy state of mind.
Just like the man by the river, cutting the fish he just caught on the stone slab, the two of them had a clear look.
And Wang Qiang didn't care, because he was determined to practice the supreme Buddha Dharma in the snowy mountains.
When Yuwen Liuli heard this, he immediately thought of what he looked like back then, and thought that if Li Xiuyuan was here, he should be able to help Wang Qiang.
It's a pity that that guy is like a dragon and has long since disappeared in the Xuanwu Land.
"It's a pity that my brother is not here, otherwise he could show you a clear path."
Monk Buli sighed: "To tell you the truth, I returned to the mountain and stopped caring about worldly affairs, but it was difficult to make any progress. In the end, my brother explained to the master that Sister Liuli and I came here to practice."
Having said this, the monk paused and smiled honestly.
Looking at Yuwen Liuli, she said, "Although you see us becoming more and more like shopkeepers by the river, and our girls look like village girls, this is the kind of practice we want."
Wang Qiang was impressed, thought for a while, looked at Yuwen Liuli and asked: "Princess, Ouyang Manxue from Snowfield Holy Land has gone to Phoenix City..."
Yuwen Liuli nodded and responded: "My brother is getting married in the winter, and I will go home to see him in two days."
When Wang Qiang heard this, he couldn't help looking at Monk Buli and asked, "Is it possible that Senior Brother Buli wants to go back to the Snow Mountain with me?"
In his opinion, if the monk could return to the snow-capped mountains with him, how could he be afraid of encountering killers and bandits along the way?
Monk Bububuli looked at him and shook his head: "Sister Liuli will go back to Phoenix City first. I have to wait for Cuihua and his wife to come here to take over before I can go back to the mountain to see the master."
Yuwen Liuli smiled lightly: "We have people crossing the river here every day. We can't just walk there. We won't rest until the river is frozen."
Wang Qiang suddenly fell silent after hearing this, thinking that the two of them were indeed practicing seriously here. Even if the princess wanted to return to Phoenix City, the monk would have to stay here alone.
It seemed that it was just like what Meng Shentong told him before he went out.
This trip to the snow-capped mountains is also a spiritual practice for him.
Sighing deeply, Wang Qiang said with a smile: "In that case, please ask Senior Brother Buli to draw me a sketch and point out a clear path to Xuefeng Mountain. After all, this is my first time going to the depths of the snowfield."
Monk Buli laughed, patted his chest and replied, "It's a simple matter. I'll draw it for you before you cross the river tomorrow."
...
I don't know how deep the night is, but the wind in the sky whistles.
Deep in an alley in the west of Baixue City, in the living room of a small courtyard, an oil lamp was burning, a pot of wine, a few dishes of side dishes, and a plate of peanuts were placed on the table.
The fortune teller with a broken hand looked pale, looked at the old man opposite and said, "I made a miscalculation this time, and accidentally, even my precious disciple's life was involved."
The old man sitting opposite the fortune teller is none other than the Sanhao old man on Broken Heart Cliff.
The old man looked at the fortune teller's severed palm and said in disbelief: "Impossible. The cultivation level of that boy and yours are worlds apart. Did you recognize the wrong person?"
"Impossible, that kid's kung fu is a bit weird. I wonder if he has also practiced physical kung fu..."
The fortune teller sighed: "At that time, a group of people from the Snowfield Holy Land rushed over, and I was injured by him because of my negligence. This is also my bad luck."
For some reason, the fortune teller did not fully tell the truth. Perhaps he had fallen into a pit himself and hoped that the old man in front of him would step on him.
Driven by this strange psychology, he did not even tell the old man Sanhao the horrifying scene of how his disciple died under Wang Qiang's sword.
He had a hunch that maybe the old man in front of him would chase him all the way without waiting for dawn.
Based on his intuition about Wang Qiang's sword, he seemed to have predicted the fate that the old man might face, so he suddenly felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.
I thought to myself that I just broke off a hand, and if I find the elixir in ten years, it will grow back again.
You must not risk your life on that guy.
When the old man heard that the Holy Land monk was passing by, he couldn't help but sigh: "This boy is so lucky. If it hadn't been for the Holy Land monk who suddenly arrived, he would have fallen in your hands."
Just like looking at Wang Qiang on the official road, the fortune teller looked at the old man in front of him quietly, his face gradually becoming emotionless.
A trace of indifference gradually spread in his heart, and even he didn't notice it. He unknowingly made a fortune for the old man in front of him.
Not bad, but after calculating it, he couldn't help but feel a little happy, even a little scared.
After looking at the peanuts on the plate, I reached out and grabbed a handful in my hand, and then started eating them non-stop. After thinking about it, I took another sip of wine.
At this time, he suddenly remembered the glass of wine he poured for Wang Qiang.
The glass of wine he poured was originally non-toxic, but his disciple's hands were stained with poison, so his disciple drank the wine.
What was placed in front of Wang Qiang became a glass of poisonous wine.
And he said something to Wang Qiang at that time: "Living is not easy. While you are still alive, drink as much as you can."
In the small courtyard late at night, there was only the whining wind blowing outside the window, and a cat stepped on the green tiles of the roof and made a soft sound.
To the fortune teller's ears, it was like the sound of a wine glass cracking instantly on the stone table under the tree.
The old man Sanhao looked at his appearance and couldn't help but shake his head. He reached out and picked up a peanut from the plate with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
He smiled and said: "This thing is just for drinking. How can it be as impatient as you and no one is trying to snatch it from you."
The fortune teller shook his head: "When you can eat, you should naturally eat more."
The old man didn't think much about it, he just thought that this guy had just escaped from death. A great monk in the Fusion Realm was actually scared to death by that kid Wang Qiang.
Returning to Baixue City, he was still haunted.
The old man drank a few glasses of wine, but the side dishes on the table were not touched much, and half of the large plate of peanuts was poured down.
When he was slightly drunk, the old man hit his chopsticks on the wine glass and started humming on a whim.
"The sun goes down, and Gouwazi enters the circle. The old crows on the poplar trees are so dark that even Sadad can't see them..."
After drinking a few glasses of wine and talking about the matter, the fortune teller, who was about to stand up and leave, was startled. Unexpectedly, the old man started humming a song at this moment.
Listening carefully, it sounded somewhat interesting. In a daze, he couldn't help but murmured: "It's rare, so that's fine, haha."
The old man ignored him and continued to hum: "After sweating a lot, the sun was shining brightly. Smoke started coming out of the chimney again. Niu Wazi ran to Bichizi Bay to take a sip of water."
After stuffing a peanut into his mouth, the fortune teller said in a daze: "Isn't it good to be alive..."
Seeing the grimace on the fortune teller's face, the old man became more and more proud and sang more cheerfully. To the fortune teller's ears, it was the old man who was laughing at himself.
"They have nothing to do all day long, just for a bite of food. Haiche grabbed Hu Sai's hand, and the north wind couldn't blow away the sorrow in his heart..."
The fortune teller remembered that at this time yesterday, his apprentice was still by his side, but now he was alone, and felt sad for a moment.
He randomly stuffed the peanuts in his hand into his mouth, reached out and picked up half of the remaining wine in the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
He cupped his hands with the veteran and said, "It's getting late, I'm going home."
The old man waved his hand and continued to sing: "Daisui'er, bow your head quickly, the sunflower head is still following the sun. The peppers are still red, the eggplants are green, and the ducks in the river dam are all skinny."
When the fortune teller left the old man's yard and looked at the stars in the night sky, he said something in his heart that even he couldn't understand.
"Tomorrow will be cloudy and very bad, so it's not advisable to go out!"
After that, he didn't care whether the old man humming the music in the room heard it or understood it, and dived into the vast night fog.
...
The night sky in late autumn was originally sparse with moon and stars, but suddenly black clouds floated from the direction of Baixue City towards the Tongtian River, instantly covering the entire sky and earth, making the surrounding area extremely dark.
The cold wind suddenly blew on both sides of the Tongtian River, blowing the sheds on the bank and making a roaring sound.
Yellow sand was billowing on both sides of the river bank, and shouts of people collecting clothes because of the rain kept coming from the long sheds.
The scene in the night sky was shocking. Lightning was like a golden snake dancing wildly, one after another falling from the black clouds, and bursts of terrifying thunder resounded throughout the world.
There was a rumble and a thunder struck down, startling the fortune teller walking in the dark night.
Thinking about what I just said outside the courtyard of Sanhao Old Man, I prayed secretly in my heart: "Disciple talks too much, I won't say anything again next time..."
The old man who was still humming in the room was also startled and couldn't help cursing: "This is not summer, why are you so crazy and thunderous?"
A sudden rainstorm descended on the Tongtian River in Baixue City. The fortune teller in Baixue City looked at the heavy rain in front of him in horror and kept praying in his heart.
The little princess of Phoenix City who was sleeping by the Tongtian River did not wake up at all. She was dreaming that she was back in Phoenix City.
Ever since she came to practice by the Tongtian River, she rarely returned to Phoenix City, sometimes not even once for several years... But this time, while her brother was getting married, she planned to go home and have some fun.
So, she saw the eyes of her future sister-in-law in her dream.
A pair of eyes with peach blossoms on their faces, full of joy, but hiding a hint of sadness...
