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Qin Zizhou didn't quite understand the riddle-like dialogue between Ji Yuan and Lao Long, but he could still understand from the inside and outside of the words that these two big men in the cultivation world had already arranged a way out for him.

After Lao Long finished joking, he turned to look at Qin Zizhou.

"Fellow Daoist Qin must have some doubts. I'll find out when I go to Bingzhou together."

After saying this, the old dragon directly used the technique of flying lifts, driving the clouds to influence Ji Yuan and Qin Zizhou to fly away.

. . .

After the chicken crowed, a period of time passed, and Deyuan County ushered in the dawn.

As the sky brightened, the Qin family also got up one after another.

Qin Yan's dream lasted until dawn. In the dream, he had been pounding medicines and fillings in the large medicine hall, helping the staff in the store to organize the medicines together or moving them to the backyard for drying. It was just that his father finished the exhortation and told Qin Yan. After Yan himself was about to leave, he never showed up again.

In the dream, Qin Yan thought that his father was invited to go to another country to see a doctor again, or that he was going up the mountain to collect medicine.

"Master, Master!"

An old woman called Qin Yan a few times by the bedside, Qin Yan also woke up suddenly, looked up, down, left and right, it was his room.

"Xianggong, it's time to get up. If you want to clean up the mourning hall, you have to open a shop."

"Oh... well, I'll get up right away!"

Qin Yan responded in a trance, sat up and put on his clothes, all he thought about was yesterday's dream, but he didn't say it, because there is a saying in his hometown that "you can't talk about a dream without eating breakfast".

The weather is not too cold, and getting up is always very quick. The Qin family came to the front of the hall to pack up the meals prepared last night, and some dishes were brought to the kitchen for porridge in the morning.

"Yeah! This tofu... Could it be that Dad really came last night?"

As soon as Qin Yan approached the lobby, he heard his sister scream in surprise, and quickly walked up to see what was going on.

"Brother, come and see."

The wife and sister should be preparing to pack, and the sister, who is in her 60s, is now pointing to a dish on the table, which is the bowl of steamed tofu with moldy amaranth.

This tofu is a whole piece and cut into four pieces. There are eight pieces of amaranth on top. Now one of them is missing. The other three pieces of tofu are neatly arranged, and two amaranth stems that have been sucked clean are also placed on the table.

Qin Zizhou likes to eat this dish, but he usually only eats one piece of tofu, leaving the rest to his family.

"This... Couldn't be a thief last night, right?"

Qin Yan's wife felt nervous and said this subconsciously.

"That's not right, people won't only eat this if they get into a thief, and the big fish and meat on the side are not better than this? Besides, on a day like last night, even if a thief entered, he must jump over the wall and leave immediately when he sees this situation! "

The background of this common superstition is that when the thieves enter here, see the decoration of the mourning hall and prepare meals in the middle of the night, they will definitely be scared, and they would rather be happy than mourning.

As Qin Yan'er's grandchildren came one after another, the lobby was cleaned up after all.

During breakfast, Qin Yan also told everyone about the dream that he was holding back.

But in fact, Qin Zizhou has already reached the top of Yunshan in Changchuan House in Bingzhou. Because of the time difference between the sky and light, he is enjoying the beautiful sunrise of Yunshan with Jiyuan and Laolong.

The three of them stand on the top of the cloud and are integrated with the sea of ​​clouds in the mountains. Although they stand above the clouds and mist, they have the feeling of stepping on the waves.

"This is the first time that Fellow Daoist Qin has seen this scene of clouds rising to the sun, right?"

The old dragon asked with a smile.

Qin Zizhou is also straightforward.

"Not really. Before the age of 80, Qin was able to go up the mountain to collect medicine by himself. He has also been to some peaks and seen similar scenery a few times. It's the first time."

"It's true!"

As soon as the sunrise passed, there was movement in the Yunshan Temple. The three of them floated to Yanxia Peak. When they stood at the head of the cloud, they could see Qingsong Taoist master and apprentice getting up to wash up, and they could also see the two men practicing health-preserving boxing in the morning. Qi Wen can also be seen carrying an empty bucket down the mountain to fetch water.

What's especially interesting is that I actually saw two little ferrets hiding in the Yunshan Temple. When Taoist Qingsong was punching in the open space of the Taoist Temple, the two little ferrets hid in the corner of the Taoist Temple to peek.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, these two little beasts seem to have opened their minds!"

The old dragon joked that he was very happy to see this scene, just like the young birds and beasts were deeply impressed by what they saw at first sight, so was the Kaizhi spirit beast. Although the two Taoist priests of Yunshanguan were not real cultivators , but Taoism's quiet thoughts are still very beneficial to Ling Siao, and it is not easy to go astray after being nurtured for a long time, and Buddhist temples are actually similar.

"Oh, these two little minks, Mr. Ying may not care, but Ji has an impression. When you and I were talking about fish in this Yunshan Temple, there were two fairly intelligent wild ferrets outside. Eavesdropping in the bushes, I think I got some benefits and opened my mind."

"Yo? And this!"

This made Lao Long have an interesting feeling of inadvertently interjecting willows, and it was better to subconsciously feel the feelings of these two little sables. Qin Zizhou also looked at the little sables and was amazed.

But here, Ji Yuan also handed over to Qin Zizhou again.

"You have to say goodbye to see you for thousands of miles. Qingsong Taoist Qi Xuan and his apprentice Qi Wen are good people, and the Yunshan Temple is also beautiful and beautiful. Qin Gong's heart is here to cultivate, and you need to think more and wait for it to melt. Combining this Taoist method of worshipping the stars and carrying one of them with one's body, the Tao of Jieyou Shen must also be able to obtain the method of entry."

Qin Zizhou didn't say much thanks, nodded in Yuntou and bowed to Ji Yuan and Laolong solemnly, and then drifted to the hillside outside the Yunshan View like fallen leaves.

At this moment, Taoist Qingsong has just finished a few rounds of health boxing and is in the stage of breathing and collecting energy. In the past two or three years, he has felt that he has become more and more energetic.

"dong dong dong~~"

"Is there anyone in the audience?"

There was a knock on the door of the Taoist Temple, and there was a slightly old but deep questioning sound. Although the courtyard door was only open, the people outside were obviously not ready to push the door by themselves.

"There is there! Someone is there!"

Taoist Qingsong quickly walked to the courtyard gate to open it, and saw an old man in gray standing outside.

The old man's beard and hair are all white and his face is ruddy. A pair of longevity eyebrows dragged down an inch from the corner of his eyes. He looks definitely not young. As for whether it is seventy-eight or ninety, it is not clear. .

"This Taoist priest is good, the old man wants to become a Taoist priest in Yunshanguan, I wonder if the priest can take it in?"

In the face of such an old man who is likely to be enough to be his grandfather straight to the point, Taoist Qingsong is also confused.

"Uh... old man, you should be quite old at this age, to be a Taoist priest? Climbing up the mountain alone?"

Taoist Qingsong subconsciously looked behind the old man, but as far as he could see, he could not see a young man accompanying him.

"What? It's said that young people don't practice Taoism and old people don't practice martial arts. The old man is now going up the mountain to practice Taoism. It's just right! My old man climbed up the mountain, and the Taoist priest didn't allow me to go ahead and have a cup of tea?"

Qin Zizhou is old and mature, and he is also a person with a hundred years of experience. He is inevitably cautious in front of Jiyuan, Laolong, and ghosts.

"Oh, oh, come in quickly, come in quickly!"

Daoist Qingsong dared to accept such an old man in the temple now. There was one who was too late to seek medical treatment, but he couldn't even give way to the door. He thought about saying hello for a while before sending him down the mountain.

Please go to the kitchen to pour some tea, and Daoist Qingsong asks side by side.

"How old are you, old man? Where do you live?"

"I think about it, it's a hundred years old, or a year old, or a hundred years old! As for the family, since you are going to become a monk, let's not mention the world!"

Qin Zizhou drank tea while talking~www.NovelMTL.com~ These words choked Daoist Qingsong again. Just as he was about to persuade him, his mind suddenly changed. He sat opposite the old man and watched his face carefully.

A moment ago, I only felt that the red light was full of energy, but the more I looked behind it, the more blurred it became. I even forgot to see the front, and I was shocked.

'I'm afraid this is not a mortal! ’

Taoist Qingsong always felt that since Mr. Ji came here, this Yunshan Temple has become special, so he asked a question subconsciously.

"Sir, do you know Mr. Ji?"

Qin Zizhou smiled, put down the tea cup and handed over to Qi Xuan.

"Old man Qin Zizhou, listened to the words of Mr. Ji and Long Jun, and came to Yunshan Temple to practice. That's the same sentence. I don't know if he will accept it?"

Taoist Qingsong swallowed subconsciously.

"Accept...Accept!"

Qin Zizhou nodded, looked sideways at the upper corner of the kitchen door, above the Yunshan View, Ji Yuan and Lao Long smiled at each other, and left in the next moment.

. . .

Ji Yuan and Lao Long separated halfway, one went east to Jizhou and the other went west to Tongtian River.

With the speed of flying away, it was already half a day after returning to Ju'an Pavilion, and it happened to be taking a rest again. Yin Qing and Hu Yun lay on the stone table in the courtyard of the pavilion to rest in the afternoon.

The breeze in the courtyard made the jujube branches and leaves rustle from time to time.

Ji Yuan didn't make a sound when he landed, and went to the table to have a look, one person and one fox were sleeping soundly.

On the stone table, there are still two letters, one that reads "My son Yin Qing personally opened", which has been opened, and the other that reads "Mr. Ji personally opened", which is still intact.

Ji Yuan knew when he saw this trace that it should be a letter from his friend Yin Zhaoxian, and couldn't help but smile at Yin Qing, who was sleeping, and murmured something.

"If you can escape the first day of the new year but not the fifteenth day, you still have to go to Chunhui Mansion!"