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Time passed in a hurry, winter went to spring, summer went to autumn, and we moved forward at an unprecedented steady pace.
On the noisy pier of Qinghe Mansion City, the continuous autumn rain sprinkled tens of thousands of ripples in the river, and the lively atmosphere was endless. A dragon boat was parked in the rippling river water, and a man stood on the bow, looking at it at first glance. He was just an ordinary farmer, and his skin was dark and rough after suffering from the sun and wind. But if you look closely, you will find the shining light in his black eyes.
The boat was going upstream, and Li Long looked at the direction of the meandering Qinghe River, thinking a lot.
It has been more than ten years since he left his hometown. He has never returned even during the holidays. It's not that he doesn't want to go back. There are always busy farming jobs. The melons and fruits that are about to mature are waiting to be picked, and the medicinal fields need watering almost daily.
Qinghe Mansion suffered repeated catastrophes, but vacated a large area full of spiritual energy. Some of the destroyed schools and the medicine garden are still reserved. They must be taken care of by the farmer’s disciples. It is almost impossible for him to get out of it for a moment. These are rare opportunities for practice.
In this case, it is almost impossible for him to spend time and travel thousands of miles just to go home once. He can only often ask someone to go home for a little money and talk about filial piety.
Now he has a thin face and old clothes, like a dirt bump that has just been dug out of the soil, and the whole body is full of rusticity. So when the rain was getting stronger, he returned to the cabin, and everyone around him had to keep some distance from him.
Many years ago, he went from Woniu Village to Qingyang City to apprenticeship, just to get rid of his identity as a farmer, but in the end he became a complete farmer, which is indeed a bit funny. However, his appearance was praised by the farmer's owner Huang Tuweng as a "civil-shaped skeleton", saying that his farmer's genius deliberately passed the position of the owner to him.
It is precisely with so much hard work that his cultivation base can progress by leaps and bounds. In these ten years, he has gone from an unknowledgeable guest to the chief disciple of the farmer, a ten-level gas refiner. He was planning to do his best to practice hard for a few more years to try to break through the realm of foundation building.
A family letter was passed from Woniu Village to Qingyang City, and then passed to the headquarters of Tiequanmen in Qinghe City through the tie line of Tie Quan Men, and then passed to his hands. He hurriedly packed his bags when he heard the news of his father’s death. Embarked on the road of returning home.
Before setting off, in addition to entrusting a large area of land to the care of his brothers, he also specially visited a person, the only fellow villager Li Qingshan, and asked him if he wanted to send a message or something else.
Li Qingshan thought for a while before remembering the person "Village Li", and then let Li Longjie change his grief, and there was no sad expression on his face. After many years, the death of a mortal who even offended him is naturally hard to touch. His temperament does not like to pretend.
Li Long didn't blame him, he had been away for so many years, and he had obtained his free help several times at critical times to achieve his current cultivation base. And even if he has become so powerful, his attitude can still be regarded as equal treatment.
Even for myself, that old face had a tendency to blur gradually, and it wasn't until he heard the news of his death that it suddenly became clear, and he didn't feel particularly sad.
In the end, Li Qingshan didn't give any oral messages, which was also in Li Long's expectation. Since his severance with his brother and sister-in-law, his connection with Wo Niu Village has been weakly close to nothing.
This man looked different from ordinary people since he was a child. He didn't appear normal until he was filled with water by the goddess. But he didn't like to play with his peers. He had to go to Wolverine and play the flute alone. He looked lonely and weird. , He is unreasonable, and is regarded as a different kind by everyone. Although he has not directly rejected him, he has not formed any deep feelings.
It was not until many years later that he suddenly realized how unusual it was, and made a comment for his miraculous rise.
The big ship pulled out its anchor and went up against the current. Qinghe Mansion gradually moved away, and Li Long embarked on his road of returning home.
The big ship passed through Jiaping City. This ten-room and nine-empty city that was once slaughtered by the Stone Demon is now restored to life. It is said that even the Eagle and Wolf Guards on the mountain have been restored to their organizational structure.
The big ship continued to move up until the pier where he set off. He disembarked and took out a closed town and summoned a horse. This was a riding beast he bought for the convenience of running around. After another day, the familiar section of the old city wall Looking into the distance, he suddenly realized that his hometown was not as far away as he thought.
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Iron Fist Gate, two strong men in black costumes, together with the pair of majestic stone lions, stood in front of the gate. Pedestrians passing by are far away.
The man on the left looked at the sky and complained: "It's really endless when it rains, Ah Xi, it's really bad luck for the doorkeeper in this weather!"
The man on the right shook his body, "Much better than summer, just stand for half an hour, just like fished out of the water, who will let us get started too late, martial arts is too bad? Wait a while, our brothers find a kiln , Have a good drink and warm yourself up."
"When Lao Tzu becomes an innate master, he will sleep in the kiln from now on."
"It's up to you!"
"What's wrong with me, Li Qingshan was not as good as me before, and I can't even go to the kiln! Now I heard that the entire kiln in Qinghe Mansion belonged to him. And that Li Long, who used to belong to our Iron Fist Sect, now It is said that they are all dozens of layers innate."
"There are only ten levels in the innate realm, where are dozens of levels!"
While he was talking, a thin black man walked straight to the door, his eyes wagging around, looking at the familiar porter, with countless sighs.
Qingyang City is also relatively remote and close to the boundless mountains. It belongs to the middle zone between the two demon clan forces. The war with the demon clan in the past had little effect on this place.
"Who!" "Country buns, how can you look at this iron fist gate indiscriminately, don't look around here, get out of here!"
"My name is Li Long, and I am a disciple of Liu Hong and Liu's head. Go back and pass the news!"
Li Long didn’t know these two gatekeepers either. He knew that they were the new disciples he had acquired after he left. Standing there would be awe-inspiring. Will be sent to guard the gate.
"You said you are Li Long?"
The brawny man opened his eyes. Although he had never met each other, they were like thunderous names. They were powerful figures who walked out of their Qingyang City Iron Fist Gate. They were born masters of dozens of layers. Iron Lion Liu Hong always drinks alcohol. To brag about it.
But looking at this person's dress, how could it not resemble the legendary "Li Long", how could it be like returning from just getting off the ground!
The two did not dare to neglect. Knowing that some of the masters in the world, they liked to pretend, and immediately went in to report. After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe, walking with wind, and an imposing manner came out from the door. But it was not Liu Hong. Seeing Li Long, he was taken aback for a moment, and stepped forward to hold his hand: "Junior, it's really you!"
"Brother Wang Lei." Li Long also recognized the person.
It turned out that Liu Hong, the iron lion, had already handed over the position of the iron fist sect leader to the hands of his eldest disciple Wang Lei, and he went outside the city to take care of his life.
Wang Lei patted Li Long on the shoulder, showing a look of grief: "Junior brother, my grief has changed, my uncle is so old..." After speaking some comforting words, Li Long could see that there is not much true feeling in it, just some. Just talk about the scene.
Li Long said: "Life and death are fateful, and wealth lies in the sky."
Wang Lei gave an order and sent someone to invite Liu Hong, who was living outside the city, to gather all the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect, and lined up from behind the screen wall to the gate of the main hall.
"Brother, please!" Wang Lei waved his hand, walked ahead, and put his head in full. He emphasized the word "junior" to show that I am still your "brother".
The relationship between the two was not harmonious. More than ten years ago, Wang Lei was often dissatisfied with Liu Hong's different eyes on Li Long. Later, he took over as the head of the iron fist, and this mood gradually calmed down. Seeing Li Long dressed up and down, I can't help but feel a little relieved. Tell Li Longda about the changes in the Iron Fist Sect after he left, saying that he has such a grand vision of the good boys with the Iron Fist Sect, and put the entire Qingyang City under control.
Two of the original four powers were destroyed by Li Qingshan himself. Lemazhuang has always been closed and self-defense, especially after Huang Binghu left. The Iron Fist Sect became the only power in Qingyang City, and Wang Lei was the head of the city. The majesty is very prestigious, and even the magistrate depends on his expression, and the inner courtyard is full of wives and concubines.
I thought to myself: "What kind of cultivator you are out there may not be as good as me being the emperor of the earth in Qingyang City."
Li Longwei nodded, this once Qingyang City seemed to him like the whole world, but now it is just a humble small city, and there is no spiritual land. If it weren't for Liu Hong to be here, there would be no way for him to stop and stay.
The two sat down in the middle hall, and Wang Lei asked with a smile: "Junior brother, have you been outside these years without marrying a wife and having children? What do you usually do?"
"The farming work is so busy that there is no time to marry a wife and have children." Li Longdao, there was also a Lejia disciple who was interested in him, but he didn't have time to take care of other things, so he couldn't stop it in the end.
Wang Lei raised his eyebrows in amazement: "Farming! Can a practitioner still farm?"
Li Long smiled and said, "I am a peasant disciple, what else can I do without farming?"
Wang Lei frowned and shook his head: "What's the point of this practice?"
"I felt boring at the beginning. After a long time, I still find it quite interesting." Li Longdao, working on the ground, watching the fruits mature and the spiritual grass grows, while receiving feedback from the earth and plants, the cultivation base is continuously improved, there is a kind of Unspeakable happiness.
Wang Lei curled his mouth to express his incomprehension, thinking that Li Long was probably stiff.
In his eyes, the farmer is better than the beggar, and let him plant the land for ten years, it is better to kill him directly. Sure enough, "I would rather be the head of the chicken than the queen of the cow." His majestic iron fist sect master is naturally the head of the chicken, which is still much better than Li Long, the queen of the cultivator. RS
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