This weird storm was so noisy that neither Monk Li nor Wang Qiang could sleep well.
Fortunately, this rain came and went quickly. In less than half an hour, it gradually stopped and then disappeared without a trace.
Even the black clouds rolling in the night sky had no idea where they were drifting.
When the rain just fell, Wang Qiang opened his eyes and leaned on the recliner, thinking about his own thoughts and the fortune teller who had sneaked away.
I wonder if that guy knows Mr. Sanhao? Would you run to the old man in the middle of the night to tell him that you were fine?
In this case, will I be chased by the old man on the big iron boat on the Tongtian River tomorrow?
At this moment, he decided to cross the river an hour later tomorrow. He could not be chased on the boat. Even if he wanted to fight and kill, he had to end it on this bank.
At least, there is Monk Buli here to help with the raid.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but murmur to myself: "Come on, I'll wait for you by the river."
The half-asleep monk Buli seemed to have heard Wang Qiang's words, but he didn't say anything or open his eyes, as if he didn't recognize the guy in front of him.
In the monk's mind, what kind of stormy waves has he not seen by the Tongtian River?
So what if it was the night when someone cut off one of my arms and was chased all the way here?
In the end, it was not the same. He and Li Xiuyuan waved their hands and gently wiped it away...
...
A thunderstorm and a rain at night made the Tongtian River look much fresher in the morning.
Yuwen Liuli, who got up early, packed her luggage and planned to go back to the imperial city today to visit. A dream at night made her upset.
It wasn't until he cooked breakfast and helped Monk Buli prepare the ingredients for the day that he told the two of them his decision.
Monk Buli had known about this for a long time and was not surprised.
He just looked at her and said: "After breakfast, sister, please take the carriage from Baixue City. Go to the city and rent a carriage to go back..."
Wang Qiang thought for a while and then added: "How about I write a letter to junior sister and ask her to find someone to escort the princess home?"
Yuwen Liuli smiled softly after hearing this: "Do you think I am someone who needs protection from others? I am just a village girl now, who will rob me?"
Monk Buli sighed, patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry about the princess. It's good if she doesn't harm others. When do you plan to cross the river?"
Wang Qiang thought about the three good old men in Snow White City, shook his head and said: "Don't worry, let's talk to my senior brother here first to see if there is anyone who is chasing me..."
Monk Buli thought of the fight Wang Qiang experienced on the road yesterday and nodded.
After clearing the table and serving the porridge cooked by Yuwen Liuli, he made three bowls and invited the two of them to come over for breakfast.
Yuwen Liuli put another plate of pickles on the table and shivered when she looked at Wang Qiang.
After a while, he said in a daze: "I didn't expect that the princess really lived the life of a village girl by this river. She must be very miserable, right?"
The little princess in Phoenix City became a village girl by the Tongtian River. If she told her, no one would believe her even if she was beaten to death.
Yuwen Liuli smiled lightly: "You have to ask Zhufeng's senior brother about this."
Monk Buli laughed and said: "I hope that after you go up the mountain to practice Buddhism with the master, one day you can be like me and bring the junior sisters from Baixue City to sell mutton by the river."
Yuwen Liuli nodded and said with a smile: "What Senior Brother Buli said makes sense. I hope you can go to the snow mountain to learn principles that you have never thought of before, and then come here to be the shopkeeper."
Monk Buli smiled: "According to my brother's opinion, the princess and I have almost achieved the same level of cultivation here. It's time to leave and go back to the mountain to practice with the master."
Wang Qiang thought about his fate, and his heart moved slightly. He thought that the reason behind this was that he could only practice with the old monk.
After all, Li Xiuyuan is not here, nor is the master, and even the master of Zhufeng is in retreat.
The only one who can teach him, Old Man Meng, asked him to come to the Daxue Mountain. It seems that it is really what the monk Buli said. One day, he will come here to practice for a few years, right?
The three of them ate breakfast in a hurry, and without leaving the monk, they went to the river to hail a carriage from Snow White City.
Before Yuwen Liuli got in the car, he thought for a while and asked Monk Buli: "When does senior brother plan to return to the mountain? How about you call Cuihua and his wife to help."
Monk Buli thought for a while and replied: "Okay, I'll send a message to Cuihua... When it snows, I will go back to the mountain to see the master, and next year I will go to Phoenix to see you..."
When Yu Wen Liuli heard this, two wisps of red clouds suddenly appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth moved, and Monk Bujue smiled softly.
He waved his hand and let the carriage leave slowly.
Wang Qiang, who was standing in the wind, said nothing until the carriage disappeared from sight, then he said: "Senior brother, you don't even react like this. Can't you see that the princess can't let you go?"
Monk Buli chuckled, reached out and patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder and said, "How long has it been since I last saw you? You have become so cunning?"
After watching the carriage go away, Wang Qiang followed Monk Buju back to the shop.
Wang Qiang boiled water to make tea. After thinking for a while, he said to the monk Buli: "I don't have as much ability as you, senior brother. I'm afraid that the old man will cross the river and chase me. I'll wait here."
Monk Buli patted his head and suddenly realized.
He laughed and said, "It's okay. As long as he dares to trouble you, I'll slap him into the Tongtian River and feed him to the fish. Like Li Xiuyuan, I hate killers the most."
...
The master has not left seclusion, so Chen Xiaoyan temporarily stays in Zhufeng to practice, just to accompany Meng Shentong.
Meng Shentong didn't care. When he had nothing to do, he went to the back mountain and plowed the soil to plant some winter vegetables and radishes in the vegetable plots that Li Xiuyuan had opened.
When she had nothing to do, Chen Xiaoyan went to visit Yaozun and realized that many disciples of Tiandao Peak were taking leave to go home to visit their relatives.
Yu Zun more or less revealed to her some of the grudges between Old Man Meng and the new head teacher.
Not even the Yaozun and Sword Masters thought that once Old Man Meng got angry, not even the mountain-protecting formation at Tiandao Peak could stop him.
It wasn't until this happened that they realized that the most powerful person in Tianyun Mountain was really the old man in the library.
Yaozun has been praying non-stop these days, begging heaven to forgive his sins.
If she hadn't been quick to tell Old Meng's secret to the headmaster, Wang Qiang wouldn't have been hunted down, and Old Meng wouldn't have killed him in a rage at Tiandao Peak.
At worst, even the headmaster would die in the hands of Old Man Meng.
Until this time, Chen Xiaoyan didn't know that her family was also involved in the pursuit of Wang Qiang, so she could only remain speechless after listening to Yaozun's words.
The master didn't know when he would leave seclusion. She didn't want Loulan for the time being, so she could only stay in Zhufeng, thinking about some things that had happened in the past and what might happen in the future.
Only she knows that she should not associate the past grievances of the Chen family with herself.
She even regretted that she should not give up her engagement with Wang Qiang so easily.
She just fired her bow without looking back. Now, she has returned to Loulan again, and is tightly tied to her parents.
Even if she can calculate what happened in the past, she cannot calculate her future.
Just like the current Tianyun Mountain, everyone thought that the senior brother who was abandoned by the master that day had gone to the depths of the snow-capped mountains to become the disciple of the legendary old monk who could not be met.
If King Qiang comes back from the snow-capped mountains, she doesn't know if she will meet him again, and if so, how will she meet him?
Chen Xiaoyan didn't know, Yaozun didn't know what she was thinking.
But Meng Shentong on the Bamboo Peak didn't care at all what little calculations the headmaster of Tiandao Peak was planning. In his heart, all the conspiracies in the world were of no use to him.
Just like what Li Xiuyuan taught Xiao Hei that day, in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are in vain.
...
God disobeyed Wang Lang and waited all morning. Until almost noon, Wang Qiang did not wait for the old man who came to kill him.
Compared with yesterday's fortune teller, he hated the old man who surrounded him at Broken Heart Cliff even more, even though the two guys' spiritual practices were not much different.
It's just that if he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it.
This is a natural intuition. In Wang Qiang's opinion, the fortune teller who suffered a loss may disappear before his eyes like the fisherman in Loulan.
But the Sanhao old man in Baixue City will definitely not do it. As long as he is still alive, this old man will definitely chase him like a cat.
The old man did not chase him, and the green flowers in the village did not come to the river. Wang Qiang helped the monk and became his assistant.
He packed three kilograms of spiced mutton for the guests who had had lunch. The hot mutton was wrapped in oil paper. He seemed not to care about the scalding heat and handed it to the guests waiting to cross the river with both hands.
The guest paid and thanked him and walked to the pier. Wang Qiang looked at the busy monk Buli and suddenly felt a strange feeling.
When had such a life like this, such a world of fireworks, peace for myself, and little Ling'er ever existed? I am afraid that the junior sisters in Bai Xuecheng will not have such an experience.
Before he could put away the dishes on the table, two more guests, a man and a woman, walked in.
Monk Buli, who was squatting in front of the stove to light the fire, shouted: "Guest, please sit down, I will bring you tea... I said, man, why don't you hurry up and serve tea?"
Wang Qiang smiled lightly when he heard this, looked at a man and a woman and asked, "What do you two want to eat?"
Looking at the clothes of the two people in front of him, Wang Qiang thought to himself that these were either disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land, or the proud disciples of that big family who went out to practice, right?
The woman in a red dress picked a clean chair and sat down, and said, "Three pounds of mutton and a pot of wine. Well, let's have a pot of tea first. Are you thirsty?"
The young man in Tsing Yi looked at Wang Qiang and said: "Hurry up, there is no shortage of money."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang quickly went to pour a pot of tea, put it on the table, poured a cup for the two of them, and then said with a smile: "Wait a moment, you two, it will be ready soon."
Then he turned around and followed the monk Buju and shouted: "Shopkeeper, cut three kilograms of spiced mutton, and I'll serve the wine."
Monk Buli shook his head and thought to himself that you are very good at teaching. Now you can learn how to be a good clerk.
Without saying anything else, he picked a piece of fat and thin spiced mutton from the pot, weighed three kilograms and brought it up while it was hot.
Looking at a man and a woman, he smiled and said, "You two should be from Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. It seems that your disciples on the mountain haven't gone out much this year?"
The young man smiled at the monk: "Brothers and sisters are busy practicing, how can we have time to go out and play?"
The woman picked up the tea cup and drank half of it. Then she reached out and picked up a piece of steaming mutton. She looked at the fat but not greasy mutton skin and took a bite. Suddenly, the sweet smell filled the shed.
Holding back the heat in her mouth, the woman bit into the mutton and kept sticking out her tongue when it was so hot.
He smiled and said, "Senior Brother Buli, the mutton you cook is just better than others. I've been eating it for several years and I still don't get tired of it..."
Monk Buli was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Junior sister, do you know me?"
The woman giggled: "Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, who doesn't know that Senior Brother Buli from Xuefeng Mountain is practicing by the Tongtian River. Even the master often praises you, saying that Senior Brother can be patient and it's not easy here."
Monk Buli sighed after hearing this, and said with a wry smile: "How about you two try it next year? At the beginning, I couldn't survive a day."
The young man was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Is it that difficult?"
Monk Buli shook his head: "Sometimes there are no guests crossing the river, and you have to stare at the river alone for a whole day without anyone to talk to. Can you think about it carefully?"
The young man lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked at the junior sister in front of him and said, "That is indeed very depressing."
"I'm not depressed either!"
Monk Buli sighed, looked at the two of them and said seriously: "If you change your mind and regard this suffering as spiritual practice, it won't be bitter anymore."
When Wang Qiang heard this, he thought to himself, are you cursing me in a roundabout way?
