Qingxiu Zhaoyuan and Qingshuigou Road are both 20-year-old strong guys.
Zhaoyuan and Goulu practiced with great concentration and learned the excellent techniques, Shimen Xianweng praised them very much.
Shimen Xianweng bestowed Zhaoyuan with two magic weapons, one was a magic whisk and the other was a magic mirror.
Shimen Xianweng bestows a magic whip on Golu.
Shimen Xianweng especially urged: "The magical artifacts given to you by your teacher are used to punish evil and should not endanger good."
The two of them knelt down and said, "The disciples keep this in mind and dare not violate the slightest."
Shimen Xianweng touched the tops of the two's heads: "As a teacher, I believe that you two are jealous of evil like hatred, and promote good.
After the two of you go back, continue to practice, keep improving the exercises, and have a long experience in cloudy skies.
Being a teacher and you are predestined, and if you are predestined, there is telepathy.
This is the incense of faith. If you are in danger, you can light it, and your brother Qingmu will go down to help. "
Kiyomi: "Senior Qingxiu, Shimizu, remember the instructions of your mentor.
Don't forget to continue practicing after going down the mountain, and come up the mountain when you have time to learn together.
In case of danger, just light the incense according to the instructions of your teacher. "
Shimen Xianweng especially warned Zhaoyuan: "Qingxiu, you have to remember.
You can't leave the red bellyband tied to your body for a moment.
Otherwise, there will be accidents. "
Zhaoyuan nodded: "The disciple remembered."
Shimen Xianweng: "You were only seven years old when you went up the mountain. You have never gone down the mountain in 13 years.
Can you still remember your home and parents? "
Qingshuigou Lu shook his head: "I don't remember."
Qing Xiu Zhaoyuan closed his eyes: "Remember, Zhaozhu's Mansion, Father and Mother, Erniang, Si Niang, Niang Niang, Uncle Tugou..."
Qingshuigou Lu blinked his eyes: "Junior Brother, why is your memory so good?"
Shimen Xianweng: "It's not that Qingxiu has a good memory, but,"
Shimen Xianweng wanted to say that it was you who accidentally sucked Fuguishui on Qingshuigou Road, escaped from death and became dull.
But I didn't want to let Qingshuigou Road feel a shadow, so I changed my words and said, "It's because you don't have a good memory of Qingxiu.
Since Qingxiu remembers everything, I won't say much as a teacher. "
Shimen Xianweng pointed the way home to Qingshuigou Road.
The two bid farewell to Shimen Immortal Weng and their brother Naosatsu Kiyuki, and reluctantly went down the mountain.
The two reached a fork in the road.
Goulu: "According to the mentor's instructions, there is Jinniu Village. Come to my house and rest for a while, and it won't be too late for you to return home."
Zhao Yuan: "It's been thirteen years, and I don't know how my parents are doing. I'll go back to the house first."
Golu: "Okay, let's go back to each house first."
Zhaoyuan's arrival at Mengguang Ferry is no longer the scene of the year.
Father Jiang has passed away, and the son Jiang Tiangao born in Jiangbian is also a strong young man in his early twenties.
Father and son each row a bamboo raft, you come and I go, the transition is much more convenient.
Jiang Tiangao's Niang Pi has long replaced his sister-in-law Hong in running tea sheds and oil powder stalls.
According to the source, Jiang Tiangao’s bamboo raft has landed, so I got on it.
While waiting for customers, Zhaoyuan carefully looked at Jiang Tiangao.
Jiang Tian is as tall as Zhaoyuan, and his physique is as strong as Zhaoyuan.
Wearing a brown hat, wearing a princess dress, Chinese character face, nose straight, thick eyebrows and big eyes, revealing a sense of fortitude.
According to Zhao Yuan, he is a man, and the more he looks, the more he wants to talk with him.
At the same time, Jiang Tiangao was also watching Zhaoyuan.
Zhaoyuan's height is almost the same as Jiang Tian's tall, and his physique is comparable to Jiang Tian's tall.
He looks capable and agile in practice clothes, with a little vermilion between his brows, which makes Zhao Yuan's spirits different.
Zhao Yuan: "Excuse me, brother, how many years have you been ferrying here?"
Jiang Tian Gaoyao pointed to the Jiangbian student on the other side of the river: "That's my dad. I've been playing at this ferry since I was a child, and I've been ferrying for two or three years."
Zhaoyuan: "Have you ever encountered criminals committing crimes in this ferry for a long time?"