early morning.
The spring is bright and everything is growing.
Qin Luo and the others left Jiangnan County and came to Pingyuan County, which is closest to the capital of Daxia. The scenery here is different from other places, with fertile fields everywhere.
There were many busy figures in the field. A middle-aged woman was walking on the narrow field ridge carrying two buckets of dung. Qin Luo saw her coming and quickly walked to the ditch to make way.
Shitou and Ning Zhanpeng followed and gave way.
The middle-aged woman saw Qin Luo's actions with a simple smile on her face, "Thank you, Taoist Priest!"
"You're welcome."
Qin Luo smiled and shook his head.
After the middle-aged woman passed by carrying dung and water, Qin Luo and the others continued to walk forward. At a glance, they were all green fields with various crops planted.
Qin Luo saw a high mountain in the distance. This was the first mountain he saw in Pingyuan County. "Xiao Peng, where is that mountain in front of you?"
Ning Zhanpeng said respectfully: "Senior, that mountain is Lieshan. It is the location of the farmhouse and the place where the last human emperor is enshrined."
"Human Emperor."
Qin Luo murmured softly.
Ning Zhanpeng had awe in his eyes, "Back then, the Human Emperor led the human race to overthrow the rule of Heaven. He had the chance to become the new Heavenly Emperor, but he gave up the fight for the Heavenly Emperor's throne, preached for the common people in the world, and saved countless people."
Si Tianjian cut down the mountain and destroyed the temple, but Lieshan remained intact, which proved that the Emperor of Daxia respected the Human Emperor.
Outside Yanbei City, Wang Chongming mentioned to Qin Luo that the Emperor of Daxia wanted to become the Human Emperor.
"Let's go to Lieshan to have a look."
"OK."
Ning Zhanpeng smiled and nodded.
Shitou was also very curious about that mountain.
Ning Zhanpeng usually either practices or does tasks, and rarely has time to hang out. Now he is walking leisurely beside Qin Luo, and he feels particularly relaxed.
Shi Shi missed Sister Tuanzi a little and wanted to hear her read and tell stories. He didn't know when she would wake up. Since she fell asleep, the whole world seemed to have become quiet.
Go halfway.
Qin Luo saw the immortal cultivators in white shirts casting spells. Thunder sounded in the sky, followed by light rain. Dozens of acres of land were irrigated by rainwater.
Not long after, the rain passed and the sky cleared.
The crops in the fields are growing vigorously.
Ning Zhanpeng shudders when he sees the crops now. He doesn't know who planted the crops.
Qin Luo saw Si Tianjian's token on the white-shirted immortal cultivator, "Si Tianjian's immortal cultivators also farm?"
Ning Zhanpeng nodded, "Senior, 90% of the land in Pingyuan County is cultivated land. It is difficult for ordinary people to cultivate such a large land, so there are many immortal cultivators who are also farming. There are immortal cultivators from Si Tianjian and farmers. Disciples, as well as juniors from Daxia Academy and Daxia Martial Academy, and even our Daxia Sword Sect also take on the task of plowing the land."
Qin Luo looked at the endless fields. He felt that the people's life under the governance of the Daxia Dynasty was pretty good, at least they had no worries about food and clothing.
noon.
Qin Luo and the others came to the foot of Mount Lie.
It's time to eat now. The town at the foot of the mountain is very lively. People are coming and going on the street. The whole street is full of vendors selling food, and the prices are very cheap.
Qin Luo grabbed Xiaotuanzi's dull hair and pulled her out of his pocket.
Xiaotuanzi was covered in fire patterns.
Qin Luo pulled Xiaotuanzi's dull hair and shook it, and several coins fell out of her body.
Qin Luo then put the small dumpling into his pocket and picked up the copper plate on the ground, "What do you want to eat?"
"I'm not hungry."
Shi Shi swallowed his saliva.
He knows that making money is not easy.
Ning Zhanpeng smiled and echoed: "Senior, I was convinced of fasting a long time ago."
When Qin Luo saw the girl selling bamboo tube rice cakes, he stepped forward and asked, "How much does a bamboo tube rice cake cost?"
"Taoist Priest, two cents a piece."
"Three servings."
Qin Luo put the copper plate on the table.
The girl quickly opened the bamboo tube, skewered the steaming rice cakes on wooden sticks, and then skillfully coated them with a layer of powder, which contained brown sugar and crushed peanuts.
"Taoist Master, here it is."
"Thanks."
Qin Luo took the stick and distributed three rice cakes to Shitou and Ning Zhanpeng, "You guys should try it too."
"Thank you, big brother!"
"Thank you, senior!"
Ning Zhanpeng was very moved.
After Qin Luo finished eating the rice cake, he smiled and asked, "Are the rice cakes delicious?"
"tasty."
The stone licked the stick.
“Soft, glutinous, sweet, and super delicious.”
Ning Zhanpeng couldn't help but sigh, "I used to only focus on practicing, and I felt like I missed a lot of delicacies in the world."
Qin Luo said with a smile: "Every gain must come with a loss. Cherish what you have now and live well."
"That's what senior said."
Ning Zhanpeng thinks it makes sense.
Qin Luo saw the old man selling gourds. There were various gourds on the stall. Among them, there was a small gourd that caught Qin Luo's attention. It was only one finger long and was a small red gourd.
"Old man, how can I sell this gourd?"
"This thing is worthless, just give me two cents."
Qin Luo handed the last two coins to the old man. He smiled and said, "Thank you."
The old man laughed loudly, "Taoist priest, you are so particular. Most customers just throw away their money and leave."
"wish you have a good business!"
"Taoist Master, walk slowly!"
The old man watched Qin Luo go away, he couldn't help laughing, and then continued to polish the gourd.
Qin Luo and the others passed through the lively town and came to the ancient road in Lieshan Mountain. At the foot of the mountain was a stone tablet ten feet high, with four large golden characters written on it.
"Everything in the land!"
Qin Luo stared at the stone tablet.
Ning Zhanpeng said respectfully: "Senior, these four words were left by the Human Emperor. He firmly believed that this land nurtures all living beings."
"That makes sense."
Qin Luo bowed slightly to show respect.
It's noon now, people are eating, and the mountain road is deserted.
There are several yellow mud houses halfway up the mountain with thatched roofs. In the open space outside the houses, there is an old man pushing a stone mill to grind rice into powder, repeating the same action.
Qin Luo stopped to observe the stone mill.
The white-haired old man had a boyish face. He tied his long hair with wooden branches. His sleeves were rolled up high, revealing his thin arms. He smiled kindly and said, "Taoist Master, do you want to come and give it a try?"
"OK!"
Qin Luo accepted it happily.
The white-haired old man stood aside. Qin Luo came to the stone mill. He imitated the old man's grinding while adding rice to the grinding eye. "Senior, what should I pay attention to when grinding?"
"Pulling grinding seems very simple. Even a donkey can do it, but there is a lot of knowledge involved. Grinding should not be too fast, otherwise the powder will taste like paste. Grinding should be done at a uniform speed, so that the powder will be of the same size. , the taste will be good.”
"It's really not simple."
Qin Luo kept observing the rice noodles being pushed out, and he quickly mastered the appropriate speed.
Shi Shi looked at it very seriously.
Ning Zhanpeng didn't quite understand why Qin Luo wanted to push the envelope, and there was no point in learning this.
Half an hour later.
Qin Luo finished grinding all the rice.
The white-haired old man smiled from ear to ear. He brought out a large bowl of water in a porcelain bowl from the house and said enthusiastically: "Taoist Master, drink some water and take a break."
Qin Luo took the porcelain bowl, took a sip of water, and then turned to look, "Do you want to drink it?"
"I'm not thirsty."
Ning Zhanpeng smiled and shook his head.
Shitou nodded, took the porcelain bowl and took a big sip, "It's so sweet!"
The white-haired old man said meaningfully: "This is not an ordinary mountain spring water. This is the legendary spring water of youth. Most people cannot drink it."
Ning Zhanpeng had heard the legend of the Fountain of Youth, with shock in his eyes. Could this really be the Fountain of Youth?
Shitou handed the remaining half bowl of water back to the white-haired old man, and said respectfully: "Thank you, grandpa."
The white-haired old man looked at the bowl with half a bowl of water left, "You don't want to drink anymore?"
"enough."
Shi Shi grinned. Since following Qin Luo, the smile on his face has become brighter and brighter.
Ning Zhanpeng regretted a little. Why did he refuse so quickly? He should have a taste. This is a farmhouse after all. Maybe this bowl of water is really not simple.
The white-haired old man took the porcelain bowl and poured the remaining half of the bowl of water on the ground. Soon the water disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace on the ground.
"Which Taoist temple does the Taoist priest belong to?"
"Dragon and Tiger Temple, Qin Luo."
"Farmhouse, Zhou Baili."
Ning Zhanpeng looked shocked, "Are you the farmer's elder?"
Zhou Baili didn't answer. He stared at Qin Luo, his expression gradually becoming serious.
The yard is quiet.
Ning Zhanpeng felt depressed.
Qin Luo chuckled and said, "Senior, why are you nervous?"
Zhou Baili said in a deep voice: "I heard the farmer ancestor mention the Dragon and Tiger Temple before. He said that the founder of the Dragon and Tiger Temple could become a powerful being like the Tao Ancestor. Unfortunately, he chose to save the world and fell outside the sky."
The purple-haired fairy said that the ancestor died in the battle between gods and immortals. After Qin Luo collected the information, he guessed that when Taozu expelled the ancestor of Longhu Temple from his sect, he might have wanted him to avoid the battle between gods and immortals.
Qin Luo smiled and said softly: "The farmer also participated in that battle between gods?"
Zhou Baili nodded and sighed softly: "Back then, the Human Emperor led his peasant disciples to attack Heaven. The five strongest emperors in the world joined forces to deal with the Grandmaster of Longhu Temple. When that battle ended, the sky was filled with blood-stained peach blossoms."
Qin Luo said seriously: "Master has never told us these things. He just told us not to do bad things and live well."
"But I think too much."
Zhou Baili shook his head awkwardly.
"Senior, say goodbye!"
"good."
Qin Luo walked towards the top of the mountain.
Zhou Baili looked shocked. He thought Qin Luo would leave after knowing about the past of Longhu Temple and the farmhouse. Unexpectedly, he still went up the mountain resolutely.
Qin Luo came to the top of the mountain and saw a black tripod outside the temple. This tripod was very similar to the previous tripod in Qingdi Temple and Longhu Temple.
Farm disciples stood around the palace.
When Zhou Baili came to Qin Luo's side, he was a little worried, "Taoist Master, do you want to offer incense?"
Qin Luo smiled and nodded.
Zhou Baili quickly brought three sticks of incense and handed them to Qin Luo. The farm disciples around him were all shocked when they saw it. Who is this? Even the great elder did not dare to neglect him.
Qin Luo lit three sticks of incense, bowed three times, and murmured softly: "Thank you, senior, for everything you have done for the common people."
The hall was filled with golden clouds and smoke.
The statue of the Human Emperor at a high place suddenly cracked, and Zhou Baili and the peasant disciples were shocked.
