At the foot of Tianji Mountain.
Among the lush forests, there is a small wooden house hidden.
Outside, a small yard was surrounded by a fence, and some flowers and plants were planted, which looked very interesting.
Zhang Qing looked at the people around him in bewilderment.
"Master, didn't you say that you want to teach me the tricks of cultivation? Why did you bring me here?"
Lu Heng's tall and tall figure seemed to blend in with the woods and valley behind him.
He looked up at the cabin, his voice was faint.
"When you were five years old, you were brought back to the Xuanyang Sect by your teacher. You only know how to practice, and your teacher has never taught you the worldly knowledge of ordinary people. If you want to ascend to immortality, you must cut off the seven emotions and six desires..."
After a pause, he continued: "As a teacher, I will take you to live here for a few days, acting as a mortal husband and wife. This will allow you to experience the human relationship in the world, and it will also be beneficial to your path of cultivation."
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"ah?"
Zhang Qing scratched his head in doubt.
"But, aren't husbands and wives both a man and a woman? Disciples and masters are both men, so can they act as husband and wife?"
Lu Heng smiled slightly, and his voice echoed in the secluded valley. Stained with a bit of frost and dew in the morning, it looks more empty and distant.
"What about men, what about women? Love is love, a beautiful feeling from the heart. It has nothing to do with gender, race, and family background...it has nothing to do with everything else. Love is only related to the heart."
His eyes fell on Zhang Qing's body, with some vague and profound meaning.
Hearing this, Zhang Qing lowered his head in shame.
"What the master said is that the disciple is narrow-minded."
"No problem—"
A faint light of unknown meaning flashed in Lu Heng's black eyes, and then disappeared again.
"In that case, let's go to the mortal world to take a look."
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In the market, there are all kinds of stalls, hawkers yelling hard, and pedestrians are crowded with each other, which is very lively.
Zhang Qing has been staying on Tianji Mountain since he was five years old. The only time he went down the mountain was to encircle and suppress the Black Bear Spirit with Wan Mingyu, Junior Junior Sister and others. But because of the task, I couldn't take a good look around.
Therefore, I feel very novel about everything around me.
Look here, hang out there.
When seeing the most ordinary sugar people, they can also show a child-like smile.
Lu Heng followed behind step by step, and when he saw something Zhang Qing was interested in, he silently paid for it and bought it.
Soon, there was a bunch in his hand.
Although Zhang Qing's appearance is not outstanding in the Xuanyang Sect, which is full of talents, it can be regarded as handsome.
Putting it here, it is even more eye-catching.
Lu Heng is even more outstanding, with a distinguished temperament, it seems that he is not in the same style as his surroundings.
The two walked together and attracted many eyes.
Lu Heng didn't care much at first.
But because of his cold temperament, he doesn't seem easy to get along with. But Zhang Qing is simple, with a bright smile, and is more easy-going.
Therefore, more people looked at Zhang Qing.
A little girl ran up blushing and gave Zhang Qing a pearl hairpin—
Of course, before it succeeded, Lu Heng picked it up and threw it back.
After this encounter, Lu Heng became concerned.
He simply bought two curtain hats and put them on for himself and Zhang Qing, and the passers-by stopped.
Walking around, Zhang Qing's pace suddenly slowed down.
Lu Heng was keenly aware of his emotional changes: "What's wrong, Qing'er?"
"Master, I—"
Lu Heng interrupted him.
"Qing'er, we are acting as husband and wife now. When you are outside, you have to call me..."
As he spoke, there was a smile on his lips, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Heng Lang."