Legend of the Great Sage - 1671. Chapter 1668 Han Qiongzhi

Above the wilderness, Li Qingshan frowned and stood still.

The red sun rose in the east, and there was still time to spread the light all over the earth, and a strong wind rose from the horizon, and a cloud of black ink splashed around, and the sky was filled in a blink of an eye. The torrential rain is like a note, and the wind blows the ground, as if the Tianhe river bursts its bank, and is about to flood the whole world.

Without warning, the morning suddenly became like night. He stood in the middle of the night, with no escape, no escape. Despite the surging wind and torrential rain, it seemed to vent the pain in my heart, but he did not hear the thunder dull.

That breath of depression, like this deep dark night, could not be vented anyway. It’s just like this dark rainstorm, blindly pouring out noisy.

With a radius of thousands of miles, sentient beings looked up, surprised at this sudden change in the sky, and faintly felt the ominous signs contained in it, and their mood became dull and depressed, almost out of breath. Many ordinary people have knelt down one after another, begging God to worship Buddha.

This is the power of the gods, which is connected to good fortune, and when the mood changes, sentient beings worship.

The river water poured by the torrential rain soared, the houses blown by the strong wind shook, and the wheat ears fell one after another.

Li Qingshan’s heart moved, and he heard many voices again. It was a plea full of fear, for God to change his mind and accept the heavy rain.

There are thousands of villages within a thousand miles. If this torrential rain lasts for a while, I don’t know how many people will be swallowed by the flood.

“Oh!” Li Qingshan sighed and took a deep breath. In a moment, the clouds collected and the rain scattered, and the blue sky was washed away.

So the sentient beings were inexplicably surprised, cheered for joy, knocked their heads again and again, and threw their bodies to the ground.

However, he seemed to have inhaled the dark clouds and torrential rain in one breath, all pressed on his chest, and it was still a deep and dark night, and the torrential rain was like a note.

“Sentient beings can ask gods to worship Buddha, but who should gods pray to?”

He sighed, stepped forward, disappeared in place, and tried to walk into the memory, hoping to hide from the rain.

When Li Qingshan’s figure reappeared, there was an ordinary small farmyard in front of him. The low fences on both sides were covered with vines, and he hugged a firewood in the middle, half-covered, and the faded “Fu” was pasted on the door. A bauhinia tree is blooming in the sun.

“Why is she in such a place?”

Neither is it a large sect with the majestic mountains and the sky as high as the Tibetan Sword Palace. It’s not a secret forest with blooming flowers and beautiful flowers like Baihuadong Mansion.

Li Qingshan was astonished and looked around. It was indeed just an ordinary village, and it was definitely not transformed by an illusion.

At any rate, Han Qiongzhi is also a practitioner who has survived four times of tribulation. Even if he does not have his own sect, he must have his own cave mansion, but this small village can’t be called a cavernous land.

In the village, the smoke is curling up, cock crowing and dogs barking, and there is a mass of human fireworks. A plume of cooking smoke rose in the small courtyard in front of me, and the smell of food and her breath came from the door.

“It’s not wrong, she is here.”

But the fireworks and ordinary people in this world are more illusory than any Zongmen Dongfu, famous mountain secret realm, and it makes him feel a little worried, it seems to be-near hometown cowardice.

“Boom boom boom!” Li Qingshan tapped his fingers three times.

Before the lingering sound, the door opened, and a group of fiery red came out.

Han Qiongzhi, dressed in a red dress, stood upright in the middle of the door, his bright red lips filled with smiles, and his expression was pleasantly surprised, as if he had anticipated Li Qingshan’s visit and had been waiting for his return.

“You are here! Why is your body so wet? Is it raining?”

Han Qiongzhi looked strangely at the wet and embarrassed Li Qingshan, and couldn’t help but look up at the sky. The sun was shining and a few faint white clouds hung in the sky.

Li Qingshan couldn’t help smiling, and pointed to her right hand: “What are you doing? Do you want to murder her husband?”

It turned out that Han Qiongzhi was holding a bloody kitchen knife in his hand. If an ordinary person ran into it, he would be shocked.

Han Qiongzhi gave him a white look, brandished a kitchen knife, and said of course: “Cook!”

Then turned around and walked into the yard, took out an old hen from the cage in the corner of the yard, dropped the knife with her hand, cut off the head of the chicken, and then the hot water retreated the hair and broke her belly.

She was dedicated and skilled, but she did not use any spells. Even the old hen was not a rare animal, but an ordinary hen who had devoted herself to laying eggs for several years.

She had already brought the killed chicken to the kitchen. She was too busy to entertain Li Qingshan, and only greeted: “Wine is on the table, pour yourself!”

In the middle of the yard, there is a square table and two benches. There are already a few dishes and a pot of old wine on the table.

Dishes are not delicacies, they are just seasonal fresh vegetables and ordinary dishes. The wine is not Qiongye Yuye, it’s probably the daughter Hong from someone’s cellar, and she didn’t wait for the day her daughter gets married.

Li Qingshan closed the door, sat down at the table, poured himself a glass, and drank it all. I took another peanut and chewed it carefully in my mouth. Looking at her busy back in the kitchen, her mood gradually calmed down.

It was as if the husband who had traveled far away finally returned, and the beloved had finished the expedition, and finally could sit down peacefully and drink a glass of wine slowly.

One cup after another, until the jug is dry, until the wine is slightly drunk. The wine jug was at the foot of the table, and he lifted it up again to fill the jug.

If he hadn’t embarked on this nine-day road, he wanted nothing more than that!

Han Qiongzhi’s eyes turned red when he heard the clash of cups and chopsticks coming from the courtyard, but he did not dare to look back at him. With hands flying like flying, washing vegetables and cutting vegetables, frying and steaming, he was in a trance, as if he was sleepwalking, and he made a good dish after practicing countless times.

Some people’s regret is that the girl is pregnant with spring, and has never really happened to the man she likes.

Some people regret that they have never cooked a table for him personally and be an ordinary couple for a day.

I thought that there would be no chance again, I thought that based on his temperament, he would never look back.

But he came back, his eyes tired and almost bleak. That was the look she had never seen on his face. The Li Qingshan in her memory will always be the fledgling and energetic young man.

There was a sting in her heart, and she pretended to be fine and asked without looking back: “What happened? Why did you come back?”

“Come back and have a look.” Li Qingshan said casually.

“How did this happen?” Han Qiongzhi couldn’t help but ask.

“What?” Li Qingshan just wanted to quietly drink a glass of wine, and didn’t want to mention the Demon Realm Pure Land, the War of the Gods.

“Huh, I’m very embarrassed! I’m afraid I was driven back after losing the battle.”

“Ha, a joke! Your man’s name, now in the heavens and the world, which one does not know, which one does not know…”

As he was about to brag a few more words, the buzzing sound that he had tried to ignore became harsh again, suddenly lost the mood, waved impatiently: “Make your meal, men’s affairs, women take care of nothing.”

Han Qiongzhi suddenly stopped his hands, turned his head and glared at him, but his eyes were full of tears.

Li Qingshan put down his wine glass and smiled bitterly.