In the wilderness, Li Qingshan frowned and stood still. !
The red sun rose in the east, before it had time to spread the light across the earth, a strong wind rose from the horizon, and a cloud of black ink splashed around, and the sky was filled in a blink of an eye. The torrential rain is like a note, and the wind blows through the ground, as if the Tianhe river bursts its bank, and is about to flood the whole world.
Without warning, the morning suddenly became like night. He stood in the middle of the night, with no escape or relief. Despite the surging wind and torrential rain, it seems to be venting the pain of the heart, but it is dull without a thunder.
That gloomy breath, like this deep dark night, could not be vented anyway. It's just like this dark rainstorm, blindly pouring out noisy.
With a radius of thousands of miles, sentient beings looked up, surprised at this sudden change in astronomical phenomena, and faintly felt the ominous omen hidden in it, and their mood became dull and depressed, almost out of breath. Many ordinary people have knelt to the ground one after another, begging God to worship Buddha.
This is the power of the gods, which is connected to good fortune, and when the mood changes, sentient beings worship.
The river water poured by the torrential rain rose sharply, the houses blown by the strong wind shook, and the wheat ears fell one after another.
Li Qingshan's heart moved, and he heard many voices again. It was a plea full of fear, begging Cang to change his mind and accept the heavy rain.
There are thousands of villages within a thousand miles. If this torrential rain lasts for a while, I don’t know how many people will be swallowed up by the flood.
"Oh!" Li Qingshan sighed and took a deep breath. In a moment, the clouds collected and the rain scattered, and the blue sky was washed away.
So the sentient beings were inexplicably surprised, cheered for joy, knocked their heads again and again, and threw their bodies to the ground.
However, he seemed to inhale the dark clouds and torrential rain in one breath.
"All beings can ask gods to worship Buddha, but who should gods pray to?"
He sighed like this, took a step forward, disappeared in place, and tried to walk into the memory, hoping to hide from the rain.
When Li Qingshan's figure reappeared, there was an ordinary farmyard in front of him. The low fences on both sides were covered with vines, and a firewood was hugged and half-covered. The door was pasted with the faded "Fu" and a tree was in front of the door. The bauhinia is blooming in the sun.
"Why is she in such a place?"
Neither is it a large sect with majestic mountains and towering heights like the Tibetan Sword Palace. It's not a secret place in the forest with blooming flowers and beautiful flowers like Baihuadong Mansion.
Li Qingshan was amazed, and looked around. It was indeed just an ordinary village, not transformed by an illusion.
At any rate, Han Qiongzhi is also a practitioner who has survived the four catastrophes. Even if he doesn't have his own sect, he must have his own cave mansion, but this small village can be said to be not a heaven and a blessing.
Village cooking smoke curls, cock crowing and dogs barking, there is a mass of human fireworks. A plume of smoke rose from the small courtyard in front of me, and the smell of food and her breath came from the door.
"That's right, she is here."
But the fireworks in this world, ordinary people, but any Zongmen Dongfu, famous mountain secret realm, seemed more illusory, and it made him feel a little worried, it seemed to be a cowardly near hometown.
"Boom boom boom!" Li Qingshan tapped his fingers three times.
Before the lingering sound, the door opened, and a group of fiery red came out.
Han Qiongzhi, dressed in a big red dress, stood upright at the door, his bright red lips filled with smiles, his expression was pleasantly surprised but not surprising, as if he had anticipated Li Qingshan's visit and had been waiting for his return.
"You are here! Why are you so wet? Is it raining?"
Han Qiongzhi looked strangely at Li Qingshan, who was wet and looked a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but looked up at the sky. The sun was shining and a few faint white clouds hung in the sky.
Li Qingshan couldn't help smiling, and pointed to her right hand: "What are you doing? Do you want to murder her husband?"
It turned out that Han Qiongzhi was holding a bloody kitchen knife in his hand. If an ordinary person ran into it, he would be shocked.
Han Qiongzhi gave him a white look, brandished a kitchen knife, and said of course: "Cook!"
Then he turned around and walked into the yard, took out an old hen from the cage in the corner of the yard, dropped the knife with her hand, chopped off the chicken head, and then heated her legs and broke her belly.
She was dedicated and skilled, but she did not use any spells. Even the old hen was not a rare animal, but an ordinary, dedicated old hen who had laid eggs for several years.
She had already taken the killed chicken and walked to the kitchen. She was too busy to entertain Li Qingshan, and only greeted: "Wine is on the table, pour yourself!"
There is a square table and two benches in the yard. The table has a few dishes and a pot of old wine.
Dishes are not delicacies, they are just seasonal fresh vegetables and ordinary dishes. The wine is not Qiongye Yuye, it's probably the daughter Hong from someone's cellar, and she didn't wait for the day her daughter gets married.
Li Qingshan closed the door, sat down at the table, poured himself a glass, and drank it all in one go. I took another peanut and chewed it carefully. Looking at her busy back in the kitchen, her mood gradually calmed down.
It was as if the husband who had traveled far has finally returned, and the beloved has finished the expedition, and can finally sit down peacefully and drink a glass of wine slowly.
One cup after another, until the jug is dry, until the wine is slightly drunk. The wine jug was at the corner of the table and lifted it up again to fill the jug.
If it were not for this nine-day road, what he wanted was nothing more than that!
Han Qiongzhi's eyes turned red when he heard the clash of cups and chopsticks coming from the courtyard, but he dared not look back at him. With hands flying like flying, washing and cutting vegetables, frying and steaming, he was in a trance, as if he was sleepwalking, and he made a good dish by practicing countless times.
Some people's regret is that the girl is pregnant with spring, and has never really happened to the man she likes.
Some people regret that they have never cooked a table for him personally and be an ordinary couple for a day.
I thought there would be no chance again, I thought that based on his temperament, he would never look back.
But he returned, his eyes tired and almost bleak. That was the look she had never seen on his face. The Li Qingshan she remembered was always the fledgling and energetic young man.
She stabbed in her heart, pretending to be fine, and asked without looking back: "What happened? Why did you come back?"
"Come back and have a look." Li Qingshan said casually.
"How did this happen?" Han Qiongzhi couldn't help but ask.
"What?" Li Qingshan just wanted to drink a glass of wine quietly, and didn't want to mention the Demon Realm Pure Land, the War of the Gods.
"Huh, I'm very embarrassed! I'm afraid I was driven back after losing the battle."
"Ha, a joke! Your man's name, now in the heavens and worlds, which one doesn't know, which one doesn't know..."
As he was about to brag a few more words, the buzzing that he had tried so hard to ignore became harsh again, and he suddenly lost his mood, and waved impatiently: "Make your meal, men and women take care of things."
Han Qiongzhi suddenly stopped his hands, turned his head and stared at him, but his eyes were full of tears.
Li Qingshan put down his wine glass and smiled bitterly.
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