early morning.
Qin Luo opened his eyes.
The clouds and mists in the mountains are rolling.
As dawn approached in the east, Qin Luo took out the gourd and collected the morning dew on the trees in the mountains. He took a sip and tasted it carefully. It was not as sweet as the dew in Longhu Temple, but it had a refreshing fragrance.
The morning sun rose, and the rays of light shone on Qin Luo. He looked at Jinjiao, who was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.
Golden Horn is neither noisy nor noisy.
Much quieter than Xiaotuanzi.
"Golden horn."
Hearing Qin Luo's call, Jin Jiao woke up instantly. When he saw him leaving the cliff, he immediately followed him.
They traveled over mountains and ridges.
Enjoy the scenery along the way.
From time to time, you can still encounter heavenly and earthly treasures, but there are monsters nearby, and Qin Luo does not snatch them.
The sun is shining in the sky.
Qin Luo and Jin Jiao met a stream. He cast a little magic and an arch bridge made of earth and rocks was formed. It would be much more convenient for people to pass by in the future.
Jinjiao lowered his head and drank from the stream.
It found that the water in the stream was not as delicious as dew.
Qin Luo walked across the arch bridge and saw a wisp of green smoke not far away, a bamboo house in the mountains, and a winding path leading to the stream.
There is no human habitation for hundreds of miles, but there is a bamboo house here. The people living in the bamboo house must be extraordinary. Qin Luo walked up the stone road in the mountains and walked dozens of steps to the bamboo house.
Children in Tsing Yi boil water in the yard.
There was a loud snoring sound in the bamboo house.
Qin Luo stood outside the yard, and the fence had just reached his waist. When the child in Tsing Yi saw Qin Luo, his expression became nervous, "Master, someone is coming!"
The child in green was afraid that Qin Luo was a bad guy, so he ran into the bamboo house and pushed the old man in white who was sleeping on the bed.
Qin Luo smiled awkwardly.
The old man in white clothes was awakened. He yawned and came outside sleepily. When he saw Qin Luo standing outside the yard, he immediately became energetic and said, "Little friend, move forward."
Qin Luo walked into the courtyard. He found that the old man in white had no spiritual power in his body and looked very ordinary. "Junior Qin Luo comes from Longhu Temple. I passed by here. If I disturb you, please forgive me, senior."
The old man in white has kind eyes and a smile on his face, "In the mountains, you don't meet many people all year round, but it makes you feel bored. Don't worry, little friend."
"My name is Song Qingjing, I am a casual cultivator. He is my disciple, Chen Qingsong."
Chen Qingsong stared at the golden horn at Qin Luo's feet. He felt that the little guy was cute and wanted to touch it.
"Fellow Taoist, please sit down."
Song Qingjing extended her hand to invite him.
There is a lush sycamore tree in the yard. Qin Luo is sitting on a bamboo chair under the tree. "Senior, why do you live in such a remote mountain?"
Song Qingjing shook her head and sighed, "When I was young, I was an official in Daxia. Later, I got tired of the noise of the world, so I hid here away from the world to learn Taoism and practice."
"Senior, are you self-taught?"
Qin Luo had admiration in his eyes.
Song Qingjing shook her head with a smile, "I resigned at the age of sixty. I have read a few books by sages. I don't know how to practice. I just wasted my time in the mountains."
Qin Luo felt that the old man was very humble, with respect on his face, "Senior, you don't look like you are sixty years old. You are getting younger as you live, just like my master."
"Thank you for your praise, little friend. Your master can teach a disciple like you. I will never be able to catch up with you in my lifetime."
Song Qingjing felt that Qin Luo was unfathomable.
Chen Qingsong brought hot tea to Qin Luo.
"Senior, please have some tea."
Chen Qingsong served tea respectfully.
"Thanks."
Qin Luo took the teacup.
Chen Qingsong was a little surprised. Occasionally, immortal cultivators came to visit his master, but they never ignored him as a disciple. This immortal cultivator was quite polite.
Qin Luo took a sip of tea. He tasted it carefully. The first sip felt bitter, then the aftertaste was sweet, and finally it still felt bitter. The bitter taste lingered for a long time.
“Good tea.”
Qin Luo felt like savoring life.
Song Qingjing saw that Qin Luo was not simple, "Little friend, what kind of path are you pursuing?"
"My nature is self-sufficient and I don't ask for anything from outside."
Qin Luo didn't think much.
Song Qingjing was silent for a long time after hearing this. He was thinking about this sentence. After a long time, he looked up to the sky and laughed.
Chen Qingsong was a little confused.
This was the first time he saw his master acting so rude.
After a long time, Song Qingjing bowed her hands and thanked her. The joy on her face was beyond words, "Fellow Taoist's words awakened the dreamer and allowed me to fill the void in my heart."
"Senior is joking."
Qin Luo smiled and shook his head.
He continued to drink the tea, savoring its taste.
Song Qingjing was recalling Qin Luo's eight words, which were closest to the Tao he pursued in his heart.
There is a feeling of enlightenment.
After drinking tea, Qin Luo stood up and said, "Senior, I still have something to do, so I won't stay here. You are welcome to be a guest at Longhu Temple, and I will treat you to tea then."
Song Qingjing stood up, a little embarrassed, "My friend, forgive my ignorance, where is the Dragon and Tiger Temple?"
Qin Luo said softly: "The Dragon and Tiger Temple is in Jinyang City, Baiyun Town, and Luoxia Peak."
"I will definitely visit Longhu Temple someday!"
Song Qingjing said seriously.
After Qin Luo left the yard, he turned to Song Qingjing and Chen Qingsong and expressed his gratitude again.
Jinjiao lowered his head and signaled.
Watching them leave, Chen Qingsong raised his head and said, "Master, this person is quite polite."
Song Qingjing nodded and said meaningfully: "Qingsong, the fuller the ears of rice, the lower the head, the stronger a person is and the more humble he is, do you understand?"
"I understand."
"he is great!"
Chen Qingsong had awe in his eyes.
"My teacher teaches you to be humble!"
"Master, I'm not very powerful."
"A child cannot be taught!"
Song Qingjing returned to the bamboo house to continue sleeping, and suddenly laughed, "My nature is self-sufficient, and I don't ask for anything from outside."
Qin Luo had not walked a few miles from the bamboo house when he saw a high mountain and felt the breath of a ferocious beast in the mountain.
The golden horns all shrank their tails.
Qin Luo's eyes were filled with golden light. He was a little surprised when he saw the suppressed dragon in the mountain.
"It was probably the senior who suppressed it."
There were no other immortal cultivators nearby, only Song Qingjing, who lived in the mountains, could not feel any spiritual fluctuations in his body, but could suppress the powerful dragon.
"Senior, what kind of power is this?"
Jade Perry, the purple-haired fairy said softly: "With such great power, he can cultivate to this level with only a few sage books. He is very powerful, and he will be even more powerful in the future."
"It seems that I will also study more in the future."
"..."
The purple-haired fairy said nothing.
...
Yanbei City, Zhenbei Palace.
King Zhenbei was still standing in front of the pool. He had been standing here for a long time, waiting for Qin Luo to arrive, but Qin Luo just didn't come.
A spy half-knelt behind King Zhenbei, "Your Highness, I just received news that a strong man from Xuazhi Mountain has overcome the tribulation and ascended. Even Xuazhi Mountain has also ascended."
King Zhenbei's hand shook inadvertently, and he said solemnly: "Not long after the young Taoist priest left Longhu Temple, Xuanzhi Mountain soared. Is it such a coincidence?"
"Your Highness, Xuanzhi Mountain has really disappeared, disappearing without a trace."
"Tell the generals in every town to let them go as soon as they see a Taoist priest, and don't stop them!"
"promise!"
The spies left the garden.
Beside King Zhenbei, the space was distorted, and an old man in red walked out of the void. He had a heavy look on his face, "Xuanzhi Mountain, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has been completely wiped out, as if it had never existed, which makes me shudder. "
"How is the investigation at Longhuguan?"
"We spent a lot of resources to find some clues. Longhu Temple was established by a disciple of Taozu. Longhu Temple disappeared for a long time until Zhang Fulong came to Longhu Temple and recruited new disciples decades ago."
"What is the origin of Zhang Fulong?"
"It seems to be related to the Zhang family in the royal capital. He ran away from home when he was very young and never went back. The Zhang family seems to be deliberately hiding this matter."
"Which Zhang family?"
"The Zhang family has produced saints."
"What is the origin of that young Taoist priest?"
"I don't know. He is more mysterious than Zhang Fulong."
The old man in red reminded: "Your Highness, please don't take water in the small pond at this time. There is no doubt that there is a crouching dragon in the shallow place."
"Back off!"
The old man in red disappeared into the garden.
King Zhenbei looked at the calm water in front of him, and there was a black shadow swimming under the water.
...
evening.
Qin Luo and Jin Jiao left the mountain.
They walked on an ancient path covered with fallen leaves.
This is an abandoned official road, no one maintains it, few people usually walk on it, and there are many potholes on the road.
There was the sound of rolling wheels behind him, and several carriages full of goods came quickly. Hearing the sound of cars from behind, Qin Luo took the initiative to stand on the side of the road and give way to the convoy.
Qin Luo looked up and saw a flag on the front carriage with the words "Feiyan Escort" embroidered on it.
A young man riding a white horse saw Qin Luo. He rode up to him and said hello, "You are such a casual Taoist priest with disheveled hair. Where are you from?"
Qin Luo looked at the strong young man on the horse, smiled and said softly: "Dragon and Tiger Temple, Qin Luo."
"This is Feiyan Escort Agency, Song Xiao."
Song Xiao cupped his fists at Qin Luo.
After being exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, Song Xiao had bronzed skin and looked very healthy. He noticed the golden horns and asked curiously: "Where is this cat? It's quite unique."
"Picked it up in the mountains!"
Qin Luo answered with a smile.
Song Xiao grinned with a simple smile, "How about I give you five taels of silver and sell it to me?"
Qin Luo shook his head.
"Twelve taels."
Jinjiao hid at Qin Luo's feet.
Qin Luo said with firm eyes: "It is not for sale."
Song Xiao shook his head and sighed. He didn't force it, "Qin Luo, where are you going?"
"Yanbei City."
"It just so happens that we are going to Yanbei City. If you don't mind, you can squeeze in with the goods."
"Thanks for the kindness, but I like walking."
"It will get dark soon. There are many wild animals in the mountains. It is very dangerous for you to be alone." Song Xiao kindly reminded.
"Then I'll follow you."
"You have to follow closely."
Song Xiao reminded that he thought Qin Luo was embarrassed, and the escort team quickly surpassed Qin Luo.
"We are waiting for you in front!"
Song Xiao rode away.
Qin Luo was still walking leisurely. He watched the convoy getting further and further away, "Sure enough, there are still many good people."
