Miao Langqing is quite familiar with this section of the road. He only needs to arrive at Wufo Temple and walk south along the path for a few hours.
What Miao Langqing didn't expect was that although Tu Huan looked weak on the outside, he did not fall behind after climbing over the mountains and ridges. Moreover, the food they brought with them was exhausted after just one day of eating. Tu Huan set up various traps along the way. The trap agency caught the wild animals and dealt with them, and from time to time they looked for some wild fruits along the road to determine whether they were poisonous or not. Miao Langqing became a "free meal".
Miao Langqing felt a little embarrassed and wanted to say thank you several times, but when the words came to his lips, he saw Tu Huan lowering his head to prepare things, but he didn't know what to say. Whenever Miao Langqing turned his head, Tu Huan He raised his head and looked at the young man who was obviously much smaller than his three brothers. He practiced martial arts with all his strength whenever he stopped to rest every day. He moved his lips a few times and turned his head again.
After walking like this for seven consecutive days, the two of them were like a pair of strangers walking together without saying a word. At noon on the eighth day, Miao Langqing finally saw the dilapidated Wufo Temple.
Tu Huan saw Miao Langqing paused in silence among the ruins for a long time, and finally knelt down beside a small raised grave, kowtowed before standing up, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you recognize this place?"
Miao Langqing's expression darkened, "Well, this is my master!"
"Didn't you say before that your master was from the God Realm? How could he be buried here?"
"This is my second master!"
"Killed to death?"
"Well, Qi Bushu's man!"
"I heard Qi Bushu say before that he is from the God Realm. Aren't you from the God Realm? What's going on?"
"I have been here for eighteen years, and there is no news from the God Realm. As for Qi Bulhu's behavior, I really don't know!"
"The quality of people's hearts has nothing to do with where they stay!" Tu Huan said quietly with a solemn face.
Miao Langqing's body was shaken, but Tu Huan's casual words were like a wake-up call. During this period of time, he has had two biggest knots in his heart that he still can't let go of. One is that the divine world was peaceful in the past, so why did he go down to the next world? Later, so many unexpected things happened. Qi Buzhou chased him, and even Juechen wanted to kill him quickly. Qi Bushu slaughtered the entire Tujia Village for the Tujia's Kung Fu. The second thing is about the Kung Fu he practiced. Miao Langqing has always hated evil techniques. Before, Tu Beicang gave him guidance, and Miao Langqing put down his prejudice against various techniques.
However, the previous battle with Qi Bulu made Miao Langqing's grudge against the evil skills come back. The blood-sucking feeling of killing frightened Miao Langqing. He even felt that he was no different from the demon, and even worse than the demon. Be cruel.
Along the way, Miao Langqing recalled the previous battle. Although his strength had been qualitatively improved after being stimulated by the blood of the demon dragon, he could kill even Qi Bulhu, a master of the demon race who was two realms above him, but this kind of The power is really terrible.
Therefore, every time Miao Langqing calmed down to practice the skills along the way, he was also consolidating his newly improved state. Although he felt that most of the power of the dragon blood had been stimulated by the battle with Qi Bulu, the powerful aura gathered around him. Miao Langqing never touched the Dantian area, and even deliberately avoided and suppressed it.
Tu Huan's words indeed awakened him again invisibly.
Such a simple truth can be easily understood by any monk who has reached the level of spiritual training. However, the problem is that Miao Langqing's journey in his previous life was too smooth. After the lower world, he encountered great changes, which made it difficult for him for a while. Accepting it, they listed Yaoxie and Yaoxie's skills as forbidden arts. Little did they know that no matter how sharp the weapon was, it would still kill people. What ultimately mattered was whose hand the weapon was in.
Tu Huan also figured it out along the way, and realized that Qi Bushu led people to massacre Tujia Village for his own martial arts and dragon blood. In fact, it had nothing to do with Miao Langqing. Instead, it was Miao Langqing's unexpected appearance that caused the murder. The clan's martial arts were well preserved and did not fall into Qi Bulhu's hands.
Moreover, Miao Langqing killed Qi Bushu, which was regarded as revenge for his second brother Tuhu. But when he shouted at him, why didn't he just say a few words of defense and just accepted it? Even his father and the other two The death of his elder brother had little to do with Miao Langqing. On the contrary, Miao Langqing kept this grudge and went to Jiuzhou City even though he knew he was defeated.
So decisive!
He could have acquired the technique and not care about anything. Wouldn't it be better for him to choose to practice in the mountains by himself?
Thinking of Xiaoxing staying overnight along the way, in fact, even though he fell asleep every night, Miao Langqing was actually practicing hard, which made Tu Huan feel a little unbearable.
"Yes, I wrongly blamed you before!" Tu Huan blushed and said in a low voice.
"Nothing! I want to thank you too~" Miao Langqing was about to say anything, but he saw Tu Huan solemnly walked to Kuzhu's grave, took out a fruit from the bag, placed it on the ground, turned around and said, "Let's go!"
The knot in their hearts was opened, and both of them were in a much better mood. Occasionally they would say a few words, but not much.
As we turned westward, we finally walked out of the vast Beixiao Mountain and came to the official road.
Miao Langqing raised his head and looked eastward, and saw that the official road in front of him was almost two feet wide. There were many pines and cypresses planted on both sides of the road, and the green color extended to the east, like a long green dragon. Miao Langqing pointed to a dilapidated house not far away. He said, "That place used to be an inn, but now there is no one there. Let's spend the night there tonight, and leave tomorrow. If we are lucky, we can catch a caravan heading east, and we can ride for a while. It will also save our leg strength, and we can Hurry up."
Tu Huan nodded, but saw that Meng Ji had already run ahead and entered the inn, wagging his tail.
The two of them had just reached the front of the inn and before they entered, they heard screams coming from inside.
An old voice shouted, "Oh, where did the big dog come from? Oh my god, Qilin, you little bastard, why are you running away if you don't protect the master?"
Miao Langqing didn't expect that there would be someone in this broken inn. Just as he was about to call Meng Ji not to hurt anyone, he saw a handsome little Taoist priest coming out of the inn door. The little Taoist priest looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. With a look of horror, he crawled on the ground and ran out while shouting, "Are you confused? What kind of big dog is this? It's clearly a ferocious beast. You old man, hold on for a while, and I'll find someone to catch it!" "
"Bah, you little bastard, when you find someone, I won't even have a bone left, oh, help!" the old voice yelled.
For a moment, Miao Langqing felt that the little Taoist priest looked familiar. He was so anxious that he had no time to argue, so he shouted into the inn, "Big guy, don't hurt anyone!" After saying this, he stepped away and arrived at the inn.
The little Taoist priest had just run a few steps when he heard someone's voice, so he stopped walking. Seeing the person running into the inn, he realized that this ferocious beast had an owner. He hesitated for a while, and then followed him back secretly.
Miao Langqing rushed to the inn and saw Meng Ji burying his head in a big bag, chewing food inside. In the corner, a tall, thin old man dressed as a Taoist priest with a long beard was looking at Meng Ji in horror, motionless. He dared to move, but his mouth was not idle, "Qi Lin, you little bastard, you finally know~"
The old Taoist mustered up the courage and was about to scold him again, but he saw that it was not his apprentice who came in, but two strangers.
The old Taoist rolled his eyes, sat up straight, coughed, pointed at Meng Jida, "This, you raised this beast?"
Meng Ji was engrossed in chewing. When he heard Lao Tao's words, he pulled back his big head and stared at Lao Tao with one red and one yellow eye.
"You, what are you going to do? Your master is here, in broad daylight, and the world is clear. Do you dare to hurt people?" He said forcefully, but the old man was still stared at by Meng Ji and took a few steps back. He almost dug a hole in the wall. The hole escaped.
"Don't be afraid, Taoist Priest. This is me, my friend. He won't hurt you. As for the things that bite you, we'll just compensate you!" Miao Langqing was speechless for a while. Meng Ji was a complete foodie.
When the old Taoist saw the "big dog" obediently crawling behind the young man with a piece of beef in his mouth, he felt relieved, stood up, smoothed his beard, and said seriously, "Can you afford to pay? The ancestral hexagram The book has been bitten, what are you going to pay for it?"
The old man puffed his beard and glared, apparently convinced of these two young men.
Miao Langqing felt embarrassed. In a moment of impatience, he said that he wanted to compensate Lao Dao for his losses, but he had nothing on him except the Mo Xiao Sword in his bag, not to mention Tu Huan. Tujia Village remained in the crowd all year round. In this rare and bitter cold place, the villagers are self-sufficient, but money is useless to them, so naturally there is no money.
As soon as the old man finished shouting, he heard the girl behind the young man whisper, "Old man, I still have some roasted rabbit meat here, can I pay it to you?"
"It turns out they are two poor guys!" The old Taoist rolled his eyes, reached out and snatched the skinned fat rabbit from Tu Huan's hand, put it to his mouth, smelled it, and coughed, "Forget it, Taoist Master today. I’m just out of kindness, so it’s okay to suffer a little loss!”
"Old guy, you got the meat from merchants, so it's not a loss. And didn't your hexagram book just written by yourself? When did it become ancestral?" The little Taoist priest also came in at this moment. , he chuckled as he packed up the baggage that was scattered on the floor by Meng Ji.
"You little bastard, don't you want to live? I, Mr. Qi, have saved countless lives in my life. I only accept a few pieces of beef from him to show his sincerity and kindness. Although my hexagram book was written by myself, the contents are all It was passed down from our ancestors, this is still wrong, I have raised you in vain!" The old Taoist pretended to hit the young Taoist priest, but because Meng Ji was in front of him, he raised his hand, snorted, and put it down again, but his eyes He only wandered around on the other free leg exposed on Tu Huan's baggage.
The old Taoist rolled his eyes, pretending to be unpredictable, and smiled at Tu Huan, "Little girl, Taoist priest, I live in the world and have learned a set of hexagrams that specialize in marriage. I think your marriage is Right before your eyes, how about I make a divination for you today!"
The young Taoist rolled his eyes at the old Taoist and muttered, "I want to lie to people again!"
"What did you say?" The old Taoist glared with the power of an elder.
The little Taoist priest didn't take it seriously, "I mean, this rabbit meat is fat and tender. I'll light a fire for you, old man, to sate your hunger. It will give you the strength to perform hexagrams, right?"
When Tu Huan saw Lao Tao talking, he glanced at Miao Langqing intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on his lips. He immediately understood what Lao Tao meant and blushed, "Old man, you misunderstood, we are brothers and sisters."
"Girls are just thin-skinned!" The old Taoist turned to Miao Langqing and said with a smile, "Old Taoist, I think you have some immortal roots. I'm afraid you were a member of my Taoist sect in your last life, but in this life you were reborn as a Buddha by mistake. Come on, come on, Immortal, let me enlighten you with a few words!"
Miao Langqing was stunned, and was about to say something when he heard Tu Huan beside him, saying "surprised~".
The old Taoist knew that he was right, so he stretched out his hand to stroke his beard again, pretending to be a worldly expert, but said no more.
The little Taoist priest looked Miao Langqing up and down, pointed at Miao Langqing's head and laughed, "Old guy, how could you calculate this? You are obviously lying again!"
"So what?" The old Taoist stared, quite dissatisfied.
"Look at his head, it's clear that the hair has just grown out, so he must be bald. As for past lives, isn't that a lie? Who can know his past life? You can tell! "The little Taoist rolled his eyes.
