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"You are crossing the river to demolish the bridge!" Li Qingshan said.
"So what, I'm tired of using it, let's go!" Han Qiongzhi chewed on the fruits of wisdom, while arbitrarily kicking Li Qingshan away, but the movements gradually weakened, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and the fruits of wisdom began to take effect.
"So dizzy! I don't know what it will become." Han Qiongzhi smiled and sighed: "I wake up but don't want to see you again. This is not the place you should stay. Let's go..." So muttered, she finally closed The upper eyes fell in Li Qingshan's arms.
Li Qingshan hugged her tightly with reluctance. After a long time, he lightly kissed her forehead, patiently dressed her, arranged the blue silk, put a set of formations, a few bottles of Dao Xing Dan, and a stack of purple talisman. Next to her, these are all the trophies obtained from Si Qing's Sumi ring.
Wandering in the cave for a few more times, he suddenly smiled and shook his head, muttering to himself: "I will be back no matter how long I leave."
Then stepped out of the cave and disappeared alone in the howling wind and snow.
"Well, I'll wait for you."
Han Qiongzhi closed his eyes and said in an impenetrable voice.
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Li Qingshan remembered that this time he returned to Qingzhou, there was still one person he had never seen. Liu Changqing said that he had lived in seclusion for many years, so he went through the wind and snow and came to a quiet mountain forest.
Different from other places ravaged by locust plagues, here is still lush vegetation, the lake is quiet, and it looks particularly clean and beautiful in the heavy snow.
"Danqing, are you there?"
Li Qingshan called out loudly, but for a moment, the circle opened, revealing several elegant huts. A handsome man in Tsing Yi stood in front of the hut, "Qingshan, you are back from Wuzhou!"
"You have survived the second tribulation!"
Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. In order to help him repair the "Three Great Books", the original Chu Danqing had returned to the realm of a Qi refiner. He didn't expect to see him in 20 or 30 years, and he had not only recovered from his cultivation. Going to the next level, the temperament becomes more and more elegant.
"You have survived three times of tribulation!"
Chu Danqing was even more astonished. After Li Qingshan had tempered the devil's heart, he no longer deliberately suppressed it with spirit turtles, and the natural aura was clearly the cultivation base of the three heaven tribulations.
"It seems that we are not wasting time." Li Qingshan smiled.
"I don't know how you practiced. It's incredible. Don't stand in the snow, come in and sit!"
"There is nothing to sit in the room, so why don't you go there to enjoy the snow." Li Qingshan pointed to the lakeside. There is a simple pavilion covered with thick thatch, which is a good place to enjoy the snow.
"Okay, I happen to have a good bottle of wine. We drink and enjoy the snow and get drunk together!" Chu Danqing was also very interested.
The two sat in the pavilion, and Chu Danqing took out a scroll of painting, shaking his hands, and unfolding the scroll. The maids walked out of the painting, or held the guqin, or held the fire, and in a blink of an eye they arranged the pavilion properly.
A few more cranes flew out of the painting and danced on the lake in the snow, naturally and without any pretentiousness. It blends into the surrounding scenery perfectly, like a freehand landscape painting, and there are a few piano sounds, as if soaked in ice, snow and cold springs, refreshing. For a while, it was like a fairyland.
"You painter's methods are really easy to use, even I find it difficult to tell the truth from the false." Li Qingshan looked at it at first sight, but couldn't tell the truth of the people in these paintings, and sighed in his heart: "I haven't seen Chu Danqing's paintings for many years. The art is getting more and more sophisticated."
"It's not as good as the novelist's turning the fiction into reality, but looking at your cultivation, it seems that it has nothing to do with the novelist." Chu Danqing said modestly.
"The world is always unpredictable. By the way, the wine you want to buy is not a picture of it too!"
"Why then?" Chu Danqing said as he took out a blue and white porcelain altar and opened it.
A scent rushed out of the porcelain altar and diffused in the cold air, but it was different from the ordinary fragrance of wine. Li Qingshan looked into the altar, and the black liquid was rippling in it. Then he suddenly said, "This is ink? You won't Are you asking me to drink ink!"
"This is Danqing wine, I usually don't want to drink it!" Chu Danqing said.
"This isn't made with your blood, right?" Li Qingshan remembered that Chu Danqing had a special bloodline called "Bi Xue Dan Qing", and he couldn't help but be suspicious. He had already drunk the blood of a friend and didn't want to drink a second one. indivual.
"I can't make such a wine, come and taste it!" Chu Danqing ordered the beauties in the painting to pour the wine.
Li Qingshan tried to take a sip, his eyes lit up, and the peculiar flavour spread in his mouth. Wherever the wine flows, the flesh and blood seems to be melted. It is not spicy but rather spicy, and contains a very pure Reiki is by no means just satisfying the desire to speak.
He drank the wine in the bottle, and his internal organs seemed to become a mess. He closed his eyes and tasted it for a while before refining the glass of wine. Only then did he praise: "Good wine!"
"How about, I didn't lie to you!" Chu Danqing slowly tasted the wine.
"It's no wonder that the speed of cultivation is so fast, where did you get this wine!" Li Qingshan wondered, but this level of spiritual wine may not be able to drink even the three-time tribulation monk, Chu Danqing said again Not brewed by yourself.
"My master gave it to me." Chu Danqing's face showed respect from the heart.
"Master Chu left you?" Li Qingshan said, but Chu Shidao was nothing more than a foundation-building monk throughout his life.
"No, it's another master."
"You are apprentice again, I don't know what kind of senior master you are!" Li Qingshan was a little surprised. Chu Danqing's feelings for Chu Shidao could not be more clear to him, and he would never turn to worship others as a teacher easily.
"The master will probably come today, and you will know when you meet."
"Then I want to see and see, come on, cheers!" Li Qingshan pressed this curiosity, chatted and laughed with Chu Danqing, and talked about the strange scenes in Wuzhou. Chu Danqing also showed fascination, "I will decide in the future. Go around and paint the beauty of Kyushu!"
"Have you stayed here all these years?"
"Yes, the master wants me to concentrate on my practice and study painting. Even the old folks from the Baijia jingyuan can only meet once every other time. I took the paintings I painted to deal with the locust plague."
"Are there no locusts to nuisance?" Li Qingshan asked. Although it is a deep mountain and old forest, it is not remote in the entire Qingzhou, and there is no trace of locusts in the surrounding area.
"Probably the Flying Locust King hasn't taken care of this yet."
"It's really a blessing for you to live here in seclusion avoiding all kinds of struggles!"
As Li Qingshan said, he suddenly felt in his heart and looked up. I don’t know when, a figure appeared on the lakeshore not far away, wearing a black robe, faintly revealing indigo, long hem, long sleeves, dragging on. On the white snowy ground, it is like a wolf's leftover pen on paper.
In the wind and snow, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he knew that it was a slender man, walking slowly toward here with an oily paper umbrella that was as red as a maple leaf.
"My master is here!" Chu Danqing stood up to greet him.
In a blink of an eye, the man came to the pavilion. Li Qingshan looked carefully. The man's face was pure and quaint, his eye sockets were deep and his nose was high, his thin lips were pressed, and his thick ink-like long hair was curly and messy. Waist.
Li Qingshan inexplicably thought of the frustrated poems in the ancient poems, with a sense of depression, coming from the winter snow, but bringing the whole late autumn season.
As for his specific cultivation level, he would be ignored, even if he wanted to distinguish it, it would be vague. He is more like a person in the painting than the maids in the pavilion.
Li Qingshan suddenly noticed that his eyes were blank and there were no pupils. He said in his heart: "Is he a blind person? No, with my eyesight, even a mosquito can be seen clearly from ten miles away. Wind and snow, and can't see his face!"
"Master, this is the Li Qingshan I said." Chu Danqing introduced.
"Look up for a long time." The man gently shook off the snow on his umbrella. He didn't seem to be surprised by Li Qingshan's cultivation, or he was too frustrated and exhausted, and he became indifferent to everything in the world.
"Dare to ask the elders for their surname and name." Li Qingshan asked with a hand, feeling a little strange, how could there be a strange sense of familiarity when he hadn't seen each other before.
"Mo Wuhen." The man nodded slightly, still cherishing words like gold.
"The surname Mo doesn't seem to be very common."
Li Qingshan still knows something about the great monk in Qingzhou. He had never heard of the name. He was shocked and suddenly remembered a rival named Mo, the prince Mo Yu of the demon clan of Qingzhou. He couldn't help but examine the man in front of him carefully. Could it be that... RU
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