Legend of the Great Sage - 1029. Chapter 1029

“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 his 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 He closed his eyes and fell into Li Qingshan’s arms.

Li Qingshan hugged her tightly with reluctance. After a long time, he gently kissed her on the 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 charms. Next to her, this is all the spoils 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 one person he had never seen before. After hearing Liu Changqing said that he had lived in seclusion for many years, he went through the wind and snow and came to a quiet mountain forest.

Unlike other places ravaged by locust plagues, this place is still lush green, the lake is quiet, and it looks particularly clean and beautiful in the heavy snow.

“Dan Qing, 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. Unexpectedly, he hadn’t seen him in 20 or 30 years. The temperament becomes more and more elegant.

“You have survived three times!”

Chu Danqing was even more surprised. After Li Qingshan had tempered the devil’s heart, he no longer deliberately used the spirit turtle to suppress it, and the natural aura was clearly the cultivation base of the three days of tribulation.

“It seems that we are not wasting time.” Li Qingshan smiled.

“I really 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 house. Why don’t you go there to enjoy the snow.” Li Qingshan pointed to the lakeside, where there was a simple pavilion covered with thick thatch, which was a good place to enjoy the snow.

“Well, 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 were seated in the pavilion. Chu Danqing took out a scroll of painting, shook his hand, and unfolded the scroll. The maids walked out of the painting, 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. They were natural and unpretentious, perfectly blending into the surrounding scenery, like a freehand landscape painting, and there were a few more piano sounds, as if soaked in snow and ice. The cold spring is refreshing, like a fairyland for a while.

“You painter’s methods are really easy to use, even I find it difficult to distinguish between true and false.” Li Qingshan looked at it at first glance, 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 aroma of wine. Li Qingshan looked into the altar, and the black liquid was rippling in it. Then he was stunned, “This is ink? You can’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, named “Bi Xue Dan Qing”. 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 told 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 seem to be melted. It is not spicy but rather spicy, and it contains an extremely 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 be in chaos. 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.

“No wonder 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 added 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’re 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 sights in Wuzhou. Chu Danqing also showed fascination, “I will decide in the future. Go around and paint the beauty of Kyushu!”

“Have you been here all these years?”

“Yes, the master wants me to focus on my practice and study painting. Even the old people of the Hundred Schools of Classics 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. 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 snow, it is like a wolf’s leftover pen on paper.

In the wind and snow, he couldn’t see his face clearly, but he 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 got 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, his nose was high, his thin lips 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 an air of depression, coming from the winter snow, but bringing the whole late autumn season.

As for his specific cultivation level, he would be ignored on the contrary, 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 blind? 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 he have a strange sense of familiarity when he had never met 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 a little about the great monk in Qingzhou. He has never heard of the name. He was shocked and suddenly remembered an opponent 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…