Sending the Divine

Chapter 164: The leader is the leader

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On the second day after staying at the inn, Shi Jingzhi slept until three o'clock in the morning as usual. He made a habit of touching his side, but he only found a cool bed.

Master Shi was still drifting in a gentle dream, but now he hit the ground with a bang. From the layout of the guest room to the snow falling outside the window, everything is eerily familiar. He unconsciously came up with a horrifying guess—

Could all the things in my memory just be hallucinations overnight? He just fainted from the cold in the snow and had a dream.

Yuzi, Xuanmu, the immortal founding general, and the beloved who depended on each other for life and death. For him who had just stepped into the world, no matter what happened, it was a ridiculous story that was far away.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Shi Jingzhi woke up completely from head to toe. Wearing only his nightgown, he walked barefoot to the ground and rushed straight to the doctor's flag in the corner. After confirming that the words on the flag were indeed written by Yin Ci, and that all the leader's jade pendants must be hung at the end, Jingzhi felt relieved. He shivered belatedly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Aunt Li's inn is simple and shabby, and the room is not very warm. When the breeze blew, Shi Jingzhi felt cold all over his body and feet. As a result, he stood on tiptoe, and just as he was about to rush back to the quilt, he saw Yin Ci holding chicken noodles at the door.

Yin Ci is neatly dressed, and the noodle soup is fragrant. Master Shi looked at the tray, then at the bed, and immediately started struggling on the spot.

Yin Ci: "..."

Yin Ci put the soup noodles on the table: "Lie back down first. Why are you running around so sloppily? Be careful of catching a cold."

Shi Jingzhi naturally didn't listen. He quickly put on his shoes, hugged Yin Ci, and began to openly rob Yin Ci of his body temperature.

"I thought it was all a dream." Shi Jingzhi buried his nose into the crook of the man's neck, breathing loudly.

Yin Ci was stunned for a moment, then curled up the corner of his mouth: "The old man got up early, so he probably didn't want to make food by himself. I was afraid that she would be hungry, so I got up earlier... How about next time, I leave half a sleeve for you?"

Shi Jingzhi stopped moving on the spot and remained silent, as if he was really considering the feasibility.

Seeing that he was careless, Yin Ci said with a smile: "Okay, okay. Today you prepare the medicine yourself, and I will sew you a soothing sachet. Tomorrow you can hang it by the bedside, and you can see it at a glance."

Shi Jingzhi let go of him and said, "I'm going to wash up so that my noodles don't get swollen."

Aunt Li originally wanted to save more soup so she could dip the steamed buns as a snack at noon. Unexpectedly, Grandpa Fox Fairy ate the chicken without batting an eyelid. He refilled the bowl three times and finished the entire pot. But the money was paid and the things were made. Aunt Li couldn't say anything, so she had to ask the gods to let the two of them stay longer.

At this time, Shi Jingzhi was full of wine and food, and dragged two benches to enjoy the snow at the door. Shi Jingzhi used his inner strength to scald the wine, and the master and apprentice drank as they pleased. As far as the eye can see, there is white snow and clear blue sky, coupled with hot wine and cold wind, even time slows down by three points.

Yin Ci drank to his heart's content and wanted to make some side dishes to go with the wine. Aunt Li took advantage of the opportunity and quietly tugged on his sleeve.

"Little bastard, do you and that fox... your master live together?"

"Not sure, it will take half a month."

"That's good." The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, now half a month's worth of food was taken care of.

After secretly rejoicing for a while, she came to her senses: "That's not right, my home is deep in the mountains and forests. There is no village or store in front of me. What are you two doing here?"

Could it be that the Fox Fairy Cave is in Dry Mountain

Yin Ci prepared two side dishes and said with a smile: "We are going to build a sect here, and it will be lively from now on."

"You're just bluffing me. No one wants to build a sect in a place where bandits don't want to come!"

Not to mention anything else, apart from her inn, there are only scattered huts built by hunters on this mountain. No one is taking care of the surroundings, flowers and grass are growing wild, and there is no scenery at all. Over the top of this mountain, there is a Juyi Valley full of evil spirits hidden on the other side of the dry mountain. Aunt Li thought about it, but she really couldn't think of any advantages of living in Dry Mountain.

Could it be that I am too busy and want to open up wasteland

"I'm not fooling you, this is the sect where the leader of the martial arts alliance will come from."

Aunt Li stayed where she was, and the steamed buns in her pan almost fell to the ground. Martial arts leader? She has never even seen a serious disciple of the martial arts sect, let alone a figure of the level of a martial arts leader. But judging from Yin Ci's attitude, those words didn't seem to be a joke to trick her.

Aunt Li was in a daze for a while, then rushed over to Yin Ci regardless of whether she was being disturbed or not.

Shi Jingzhi was happily eating diced bamboo shoots when he was startled by the stormy old lady and almost choked on the spot. This time Aunt Li didn't care whether she was a fox fairy or not. She pulled Yin Ci helplessly: "You have been outside, you know better. What should I do if that sect is established?"

"My son has married into a wealthy family, and I don't want me, the old lady, to cause trouble. My daughter is marrying far away and her family is ordinary, so I can't bear to drag her down... This inn is the last thing I miss about the old man, and I can't bear to part with it. ah!"

Shi Jingzhi finally swallowed the diced bamboo shoots and coughed for a long time: "Jianmen Sect has many guests, why do you say it is so serious?"

"There are so many people coming, so the shopkeepers in the town will come here. With my old arms and legs, I can only cook a few dishes, and I can't hire anyone. How can I compete with others!"

Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci: "..."

Is it really a matter of "few" dishes

"You, if you are not busy, can you help me here, or find someone who is willing to come? You can be a monster, you can do anything. I am in charge of food and housing, so I can afford to hire someone."

The master and apprentice looked at each other, but neither one said a word.

Seeing that no one spoke, Aunt Li became even more anxious: "If we find someone, I will give Grandpa Fox Fairy a fat pheasant every month!"

After saying that, she was about to kneel down.

Shi Jingzhi, with quick eyes and quick hands, supported the old man: "No, no need. We are quite destined to be here. Or you can make a price and we buy the whole place. What do you think?"

At this moment, Aunt Li's feet were really weak and she couldn't stand up straight for a long time. She panted heavily for a while, finally regaining her composure, and finally shook her head resolutely: "I won't sell it."

Shi Jingzhi acted like he was all ears.

"I said, this is the land that belongs to me and my old man. Even if I have money in my pocket, I don't want to leave here."

When she said this, Aunt Li looked at the flying snow outside the window, looking a little confused.

Yin Ci understood instantly - during the years he stayed in Dry Mountain, Aunt Li cared about her children, but he had never seen those children come back to see her. The old lady is desperate. Even if she lives outside with money, she may not live a happy life.

Shi Jingzhi rolled his eyes: "Then you will manage the store, and we will hire people with money. Then sister, you can help look after the store and settle the accounts. I will give you two taels of silver a month. If you take care of me... Ah Ci has been here for so long, I As a master, I must express my gratitude.”

After saying that, Master Shi put his paws on Yin Ci's shoulders affectionately. The latter did not dodge or dodge, but became even more relaxed. The appearance of the two people matched the snowy scenery outside the door, and the roughness of the inn became a wild charm. But looking at those two eyes, the atmosphere was getting more and more sticky.

Aunt Li: "..." I am too old to watch this.

The old lady glared: "Then I'll make a bid. I want two hundred taels of silver, can you give me that?"

"Nature gives it."

"become!"

One month later.

Aunt Li was convinced and believed that Grandpa Fox Fairy was a serious fox fairy. Not to mention that her two hundred taels of silver had arrived, but someone else did not have such free time - the master and the apprentice selected some good craftsmen from the town and repaired the inn from top to bottom. The two even personally selected a quiet and spacious guest room and made it their own room.

The decoration of the room is comparable to that of the Immortal Cave Mansion.

Aunt Li had eaten and drank, and was so idle that she sat at the door and looked at the ingredients. The materials Grandpa Fox Fairy looked for were not luxurious, but they were actually high-quality wood that was moth-proof and moisture-proof. The cost of labor and materials alone is endless. Not to mention those bottles and jars, which are of good quality at first glance.

‌I don’t know where the money came from.

The old lady was just a dog-slaughterer at best, and had no sense of justice to pursue the matter to the end. She was made of brand new materials, and her clothes were scented for the first time. Aunt Li just watched the masters at work, happily making tea and eating melon seeds. This kind of excitement was unique, and she hadn't tasted anything like this in decades.

As for Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci, they went out hunting early in the morning and played in the snow, and lived happily. Before they left, they left a message saying that an acquaintance would be visiting today. The old lady specially left an extra bowl of steamed meat, thinking about taking it out to serve the guests at noon.

Seeing that it was noon, the masters were drinking and eating, when a man in tattered clothes entered the door.

Aunt Li quickly rubbed her head and said, "Are you looking for someone?"

The man's hands were empty and his body was dirty. He only had a short knife on his waist. Just looking at her attire, she doesn't look like a customer who is used to picking up goods and doing business. The old lady saw that this man had big shoulders, a round waist, a broad face and a bulging belly, and he had the smell of a beast. She rolled her eyes and her voice suddenly dropped: "But Daxian Xiong?"

Visitor: "..."

He looked at the old lady suspiciously - this inn looked like it was run by rich people, so why was the owner so stupid

The person who came was none other than the sand bandit Ma Shili.

A few years ago, when the world was in turmoil, Ma Shili was caught by Shi Zhongyu and went to a martial arts conference to kill him. Later, the national master's lineage was exposed, and a traitor like Qu Duanyun appeared in Taiheng, and the sect was in chaos for a long time. Ma Shili is a small fish and shrimp, and he is not ranked among the gangsters. After going back and forth like this, he really took the opportunity to run away.

It's a pity that the troubled times he hoped for did not come.

The Emperor Dayun, who was seriously ill, gradually improved, and two gods in the form of stars descended from the sky, and Na Luojiu was sent back to his hometown. The area near Shafu has returned to the sphere of influence of the Chigou Sect. The new leader is a ruthless person. His old followers would have dispersed long ago if they dared to harass the people again.

Ma Shili finally flew back to Shafu and became a bare general on the spot. The bandits existed in name only, so Ma Shili became interested in becoming a bandit.

It is said that Dry Mountain is desolate and remote, with not even a bandit. Then he will become the first bandit here within ten miles!

However, the name Kushan is a bit unlucky, it always reminds him of the monster sect of Kushan sect. But this place is so desolate that it can't support any monsters. After the martial arts conference, how many people checked the Kushan sect, but they didn't even list the sect's position!

A collision of names, definitely a collision of names. This time, as soon as he went up the mountain, he bumped into such a big fat sheep. This was God's hint for him to take action.

When Aunt Li saw that he was silent, she thought that this person... was a monster who was cautious in front of others. She laughed and said mysteriously: "Hey, it's nothing about the Great Immortal Bear. I've already seen the Fox Immortal."

Ma Shili shook his head secretly, this old woman is really crazy.

"I'm here to find someone." He said vaguely, glancing at the masters resting in the shop, and his eyes occasionally strayed to the exquisite ornaments. "Old man, please take me to see him. It's time for you."

With his three-legged cat skills, he can't beat these strong masters. He has to take this old madman out alone first.

The "old madman" didn't accept this trick at all: "The two of them have gone out and won't be back for a while. You can have a meal first, I specially left a bowl of steamed meat. Since you are familiar with them, you should know my family's secrets." Wazi’s art... that smells so good, oh wow.”

Listening to this statement, the person who dares to manage the store is his daughter and son-in-law. I guess I made a little fortune and came back to help my mother. What capabilities can a young couple in the mountains have? When these talented masters leave, they will not be left to be rounded or flattened.

Ma Shili was so happy that he immediately sat down and said, "Let's have some wine and some meat!"

"okay!"

Aunt Li happily served warm fruit wine, steamed pork with winter bamboo shoots, stewed radish, and a large bowl of white rice. Ma Shili was not polite, he immediately feasted. He originally thought that the mountains were remote and there would be no decent food to eat. Who would have thought that this vegetable and meat is so delicious and has just the right texture. Ma Shili took a chopstick down and almost burst into tears.

He picked up the bowl like a real bear and ate the rice grains into hidden weapons, scattering them everywhere. The two dishes were even scraped clean, cleaner than those that had been washed.

Ma Shili ate happily, and his heart soared.

This old madman really gave birth to a good daughter. Wouldn't the young couple make a fortune by opening a tavern? He would like to take a look at that little lady later. She was so beautiful that she just happened to be kidnapped. She will have good food every day from now on.

The masters were also full of wine and food. Only one person was left to guard the tools, and the rest went down the mountain to pull ingredients at dawn. When Ma Shili saw the person walking away, he immediately changed his expression and lifted the table. The originally intact dishes and rice bowls clinked to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Aunt Li's kind smile slowly disappeared.

"Bring out the banknotes and money strings."

Ma Shili stepped on the fallen stool and took a break. The master who was left behind to guard the tools was a carver. He was thin and silent at the moment.

"I'm happy today. I won't hurt your family's lives for now. When your daughter comes back later, you should behave honestly. You can't say for sure. From now on, we will be a family."

Aunt Li: "...?" It's weird, she didn't serve any liquor. What is this person talking about

"I just need a little wife to warm the Kang. Hi, this is the position of the head wife. In the future, I will be the wife of this dry mountain village..."

Aunt Li was silent: "Bandits? Just now, it's just a matter of course."

For some reason, Ma Shili tasted a bit of disappointment in her tone. But before he finished tasting it, he felt a sharp pain in his head. The old lady was so quick that she picked up the stool and hit him on the head.

The stool is not heavy and the damage is limited. So Aunt Li kept cursing and swearing in dialect, so dirty that even Ma Shili, a rural gangster, couldn't listen to her.

The old lady looked like an angry wolverine, whipping her stool harder and harder as if she couldn't see the dagger.

Ma Shili was stunned. He himself is desperate, but who would have thought that this old woman is more desperate than him. He is clearly a person who steals money and sex, but now he can barely stay awake thanks to his thick skin and strong bones. The good mood of eating delicious food was all drained away, and Ma Shili showed a gangster look.

He raised the knife without hesitation and stabbed the old lady in the heart——

Snapped.

Before Ma Shili could poke out the knife, a snow-covered stone hit his wrist. Ma Shili's wrist immediately became sore and numb, and the short knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

Aunt Li was unambiguous, she didn't care where the pebbles came from, she just picked them up with a short knife and raised her hand to stab them back. A figure descended from the sky, easily holding the blade between two fingers and tilting it to the side.

"Okay, ma'am, it's not worth dirtying your hands with this kind of trash." The man said with a smile. "How about I kill him and make you a personal meat bun to vent your anger?"

After that he grew very handsome. I saw a pair of willow-leaf eyes with dark tear moles, and there was something vaguely seductive between the brows, and the evil aura could not be hidden.

Aunt Li realized it. You can tell from his appearance that he is an acquaintance of the fox fairy.

"Ah Si, don't make trouble." Another helpless voice sounded. "...Old man, we will deal with this person. You can rest peacefully for now. I will check your injuries later."

Seeing the person walking in the door, Aunt Li realized it again. This one even has red eyes, he must be evil! That fox fairy is considered a loyal person. He has made a fortune on his own, and he also knows that all his friends in the forest are brought out of the mountain... But that's not right. Didn't Grandpa Fox Fairy say that only one will come

"Ah Si" clicked his tongue loudly, and tapped Ma Shili's acupuncture point: "Kill him, he is in the deep mountains and old forests, just find a hole and bury him. It's not like we don't know this person, the master who kills people and steals goods, ‌ That’s ten lives.”

"It was Taiheng's dereliction of duty that he ran out. This is going to—"

"You have to look at the overall situation, you have to check for leaks and fill in the gaps, and you have to follow the rules of the world." Su Si hummed skillfully, "Can you die by being flexible occasionally?"

He spoke harshly, but he still honestly tied up the horse and threw it into the corner.

As soon as he recognized Master Su, Ma Shili was completely stunned. After all, he was a bandit from Shafu, and this face could be said to be engraved in his nightmares. It's a pity that his acupoints were tapped so thoroughly that he couldn't squeeze out even a single word. The one with red eyes is easier to identify. He is clearly the martial arts leader from the Dry Mountain Sect, Yan Qing.

What are the good and the evil doing here? Leader Su, you came all the way to Dry Mountain, don’t you care about Chigou? What happened to the intimate and familiar atmosphere between the two

Good and evil collude, this is good and evil collusion! The canthus of Ma Shili's eyes is about to split.

Yan Qing seemed to have listened to Ma Shili's thoughts, and sighed helplessly: "I heard that there was a big tomb in the desert, and Chi Gou wanted to explore it. You came here by yourself, and your guardians and guardians didn't care?"

"They can't control me."

"This time I'm here to discuss the options for establishing a sect. It's nothing interesting. It's not easy for you to gain prestige, so don't delay the business."

"Well said, I'm here for business!" Su Si lifted the table that had fallen to the ground and slapped it pretendingly. "You know, that bastard Shen Zhu stole my goose. How do we, the Chigou Divine Sect, use it to predict good or bad luck? No, Leader Yan has a special skill in divination. I am here to ask for a divination."

Yan Qing frowned and said in a serious and solemn tone: "This is the 236th hexagram you asked me for. If it is really so inconvenient, I can send someone to contact Miss Shen and teach her to return Mr. Bai." Come."

Su Si: "..."

Su Si: "Hey, hey, farewell! I'm going to deal with that Luojiu hanging tree, which is a great benefit for the country and the people. You, a righteous man, want to come back, what will it look like! I'm looking for you to tell fortunes, and I'm just trying to figure out the world. It is reasonable and reasonable for Zhengdao to teach me compensation.”

Yan Qing suddenly understood and nodded in agreement.

Ma Shili rolled his eyes when he saw it - people in the world said that Leader Yan was strong, quick and fair in handling affairs, and rarely had any ambition. Now it seems that this person not only has no ambition, but also has a sincere heart! And the leader Su, who was usually ruthless and vicious, didn't have the slightest bit of ferocity or violence at the moment, he just... looked like an ordinary citizen.

But the skills of those two people are real and cannot be adulterated. Ma Shili felt exhausted and wanted to faint.

If these two people could make a special trip to see each other, what else could the "young couple" have? The "little lady" he secretly covets is probably the senior disciple of the Kushan Sect with terrifying martial arts skills.

Beauty is so beautiful that one can crush him to death with just one finger.

Ma Shili regretted his mistake. I haven't heard that Yin Ci has an old wife. How can the work of Yueshui Pavilion be done like this

Although Aunt Li didn't know the details, she could hear a general situation. She turned to Yan Qing with a smile: "It's okay to bring guests temporarily. Tsk, it's a pity that all the meat and vegetables I prepared were fed to the pigs and dogs."

After saying that, she did not forget to take a look at the horse.

Yan Qing said calmly: "It doesn't matter, aunt, just take the money and have a couple of home-cooked dishes."

When Yin Ci and Shi Jingzhi returned to the inn, Su Si was lying on the table with a disheveled look on his face, picking out boiled noodles with chopsticks, his eyes a little distracted. Yan Qing was busy working on the stove, sweating. Poor Yan Qing has been the leader of the martial arts league for many years and has constant affairs. He hasn't cooked in countless years, let alone used such a big pot. Judging from the smell in the pot, Yan Qing's results were not very satisfactory.

Seeing Yin Ci, Su Si jumped in his seat, looking like he wanted to rush forward but didn't dare. He held it in for a long time, then stood upright and bowed properly.

"Senior, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Master Su said sincerely, "The taste in my mouth is really grinding my tongue. You are so kind and kind, please get something new."

His voice was not loud, but Aunt Li's sharp gaze still came over her: "What are you talking about, huh?"

Su Si immediately shrank his neck.

Yin Ci glanced at Ma Shili in the corner - the masters who were transporting materials had all returned at this moment. Ma Shili was bundled into a ball and surrounded by a group of busy people, which made him look particularly eye-catching. Ma Shili was unconscious, with some noodles still stuffed in his mouth. The remains of the noodles looked very similar to those in Su Si's bowl, exuding some kind of deliberate revenge.

Even Yan Qing, who had always been honest, raised his head, his eyes full of help. Yin Ci couldn't resist and took over the position of leader Yan. Shi Jingzhi walked to the stove and used the sun fire to roast the fishy smell from the pork skin.

Just after sunset, the stew comes out of the pot. The bright red and soft pork belly is trembling, stewed together with the refreshing white radish. It's fat but not greasy when you eat it, and the aroma of chili peppers is on your tongue.

Su Si fell silent immediately and began to eat gracefully and without losing speed, tears seemed to flash from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Qing obediently did not move his chopsticks: "Master, you specially asked me to come back this time, but what can you do to help me?"

The Kushan Sect wants to establish a sect in Kushan, and everyone knows about it now. After Dayun settled down, the master and apprentice of the Kushan sect traveled around the mountains and rivers every day, and only went to Yueshui Pavilion every year to pay some money, so that the name of the sect continued. After all these years, Yin Ci is still the only regular disciple of the Kushan Sect.

Yin Ci: "You have been the leader of the alliance for these years, and they are convinced by you. You still have the reputation of being a member of the Dry Mountain Sect, which is a bit too much."

The story of Xuanmu was widely circulated, and the identity of Yan Budu's Yuzi was spread widely. The Jianghu people will not forgive that lunatic, but the purpose of "designing to hunt down and kill the descendants of the Yan family, just to prevent the descendants of the Yan family from wandering outside without control" of the national master line is exposed, and the righteous way of martial arts cannot embarrass Yan Qing.

Yan Qing has a kind-hearted temperament and is extremely considerate in her work, making it impossible for anyone to make a mistake. As time went by, no one challenged this temporary alliance leader, and he just stayed there in a muddle-headed way for so many years.

Yan Qing himself doesn't mind at all about his status as a "subordinate of the Dry Mountain Sect". Blood-red ghost eyes or Yan family bloodline, which one is more controversial than this

Thinking that this was a separate appointment, Yan Qing suddenly realized: "The Dry Mountain Sect has been kind to me. Leader, even if I am just a subordinate, I want to keep my identity as a Dry Mountain Sect."

"Yes," Su Si finally pulled his head out of the rice bowl, "Taiheng chased the most descendants of the Yan family. He wanted to accept him as an elder to atone for his sins, but this man refused. Don't think of driving him away, give him It’s almost a formal name.”

Shi Jingzhi paused with his chopsticks and his expression became serious: "A true man keeps his promise, I really will accept an apprentice. This time, I asked him to come here for something else entirely - Yan Qing, he goes to Yueshui Pavilion every year to do the apprenticeship. ‌Continue, this is really troublesome. I don’t want to be the leader anymore. Come on.”

Su Si's chopsticks fell on the table with a bang, while Yan Qing slowly froze.

"How could the position of head be passed on to a subordinate?!" Su Si was so frightened that his voice changed.

"Now we have it." Shi Jingzhi said solemnly, "Yan Qing's current reputation is enough and his accumulation is about the same, so he can deserve this important task. For me, being a master is quite comfortable... Don't worry, you can accept as many disciples as you like. Zi Zhuhui and I will come back to teach you from time to time."

"...I think you two want to pass on the sect to the next generation, but you are too lazy to take care of others, so you are diverting trouble to the east." Su Si, the current leader, chirped. With Yin Ci's glance, Su Si quickly picked up the bowl and ate one rice grain at a time.

"We're not going to force him to inherit."

Yin Ci poured a glass of wine and swirled the liquid around.

"Being in charge of a small sect can't distinguish me from many gods. But having the identity of a leader can really influence the world... I think Yan Qing needs this path more than me."

This time Su Si remained silent.

He knew that Yan Qing had no ambition. But just because a person has no ambition, it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have something he wants to do. Every year on the anniversary of the death of Monk Jue Fei, Yan Qing would always climb back to Lianshan Mountain, rain or shine, to pray for Monk Jue Fei. Su Shi would always go with him under the banner of "exchange between good and evil".

When facing Tallinn, Yan Qing would always describe and sort out what he had done in detail, and then reflect on himself for three days.

The leader of the martial arts alliance has a great reputation, but as the world becomes increasingly peaceful, he cannot interfere too much in the internal affairs of other sects. The latest time, when Yan Qing finished reporting what he had done this year, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

There are fewer and fewer things he can change.

Did Yin Ci see through this? Su Si couldn't guess.

Sure enough, Yan Qing didn't complain at all. After reacting, he immediately agreed: "Thank you both, it's a great honor."

Shi Jingzhi: "Very good, very good. Su Si, you should watch carefully when this person chooses his disciples. Just follow the right path, but let's be a good member of the Kushan sect and don't be led into the second Taiheng... That rigidity Damn it, I can't stand it."

He took off the leader's jade pendant from the flag and pushed it towards Yan Qing: "Take it and go to Yueshui Pavilion to do it yourself another day. Your master and I have to go see the snow-capped mountains, and we really don't have time. ”

The jade pendant rolled along the wooden table. If it weren't for Yan Qing's quick eyesight and quick hands, the thing would have almost fallen to the ground.

Yan Qing: "..."

that's all

The handover of the leadership of the Dry Mountain Sect was too casual! When it's his turn, he must change the process.

However, Yin Ci had always let Shi Jingzhi do whatever he wanted, and now he noticed something else: "Where is your Mercy Sword?"

Yan Qing used to keep his sword close to his body. Even if he didn't carry it with him, he would look at it every once in a while. From beginning to end this time, Yan Qing was not distracted, and there was no sign of the Sword of Mercy in the room.

"Don't mention this, he was given to Jianchen Temple a few days ago." Su Si drank a whole glass of wine, "What a good baby, it goes in and out, and it's gone!"

""Jade Chime Sword" does not pick a sword. If you rely too much on the Sword of Compassion, you will become stubborn." Yan Qing lowered his eyes. "And Master Kongshi needs to be remembered in the Jianchen Temple Pagoda Forest, so he needs some personal relics."

Shi Jingzhi has always been sensitive to the danger of babies leaving the body, and immediately frowned: "Didn't they find the remains of the empty stone? Is there anything more personal than bones?"

"According to Abbot Juehui, Master Kongshi has been buried, and he is destined to that mountain rock. Since we are destined, it is not good to force the bones to be removed." Yan Qing said.

"What a pity." Shi Jingzhi sighed loudly, and the tips of the chopsticks used to hold the meat trembled a little. "That's good stuff."

Yan Qing smiled sheepishly, finally moved his chopsticks and started eating. He put the leader's jade pendant into his pocket and pressed it hard against his chest, which was a little bit harsh.

The master and apprentice did not ask further questions, and he did not continue to answer.

The monks did find the tomb, but they only taught people to repair it properly. The monks held a grand ceremony and then left quietly.

They did not take away the empty stone.

Yan Qing himself had seen the tomb after repairs, and it looked much more formal than before. However, there are still apricot flowers blooming and green grass all around. No one picked wild apricots, and many new apricot trees grew nearby. When the flowering period comes, the branches will look like thick snow falling, extremely elegant.

It is indeed an excellent burial place.

After paying homage to this extraordinary eminent monk, Yan Qing opened a bottle of light wine and poured it under the luxuriant apricot tree. The wine slowly seeped into the soil, and Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing.

The light fragrance of apricot flowers is mixed with the fragrance of wine, and the smell still seems to linger on the nose.

"...I will accept many disciples and devote all my efforts to teach them to be good." Yan Qing suddenly said in a confused manner.

Su Si paused and seemed to understand. He was quiet for a while and did not tease Yan Qing.

"I will be a good leader of the demon sect. After my death, I will be more famous than Yan Budu." He poked a radish with the tip of his chopsticks and spoke in a very casual tone.

After a hundred years of this, maybe the red eyes are just red eyes, and the people are just people.

The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other tacitly, and then started eating again. Unexpectedly, when the two of them raised their heads, they saw that the master and apprentice had returned to the stove and started another stove openly and openly. Look at the stew on the table - there is no stew left, only a small pot of radish broth is left. Taking advantage of the moment when the two of them were excited, the two beasts moved their chopsticks like the wind, and the meat disappeared without a sound.

Su Si and Yan Qing: "..."

They are indeed two monsters, quite cruel.

At this moment, Aunt Li finally finished her busy work. She skillfully served the rice and ran directly to the stove to share the dishes. At the end, she even went to Su Si and Yan Qing's table, smiling particularly brightly.

"What kind of monsters are you two? Tell me?" the old lady winked playfully. "I know the one over there is a fox, and I watched Yin Wazi grow up. How many years have you two been practicing?"

Su Si glanced at her faintly and poked a radish: "Snake demon, he has practiced Taoism for more than 20 years. He just transformed and was tricked by the fox."

"Ah Si, what are you going to do-"

"Let me introduce to you, this man here is a wood-turned-spirit, isn't he handsome? He will stay on the mountain from now on, and I guess he will come and take a look from time to time."

Yan Qing: "..."

Aunt Li hissed: "It's true that I can become a spirit in anything. I've learned a lot. I heard people say that ghost eyes are unlucky. Can you change your mind?"

Su Si stuffed radish into Yan Qing's bowl: "Who said this? It's a kapok tree. It's so festive when it blooms."

Aunt Li looked at the intimate master and apprentice in front of the stove, and then at the two young men beside her who were all angry.

"Yes," she murmured. "Festy indeed."