Legend of the Great Saint

Time flies by, winter springs and summer autumn solstice, moving forward at an unprecedented steady pace.

On the noisy pier of Qinghe Fucheng, with the autumn rain, sprinkled a thousand ripples in the river, the lively atmosphere could not be quenched. A dragon boat parked in the shaky river water, a man stood at the bow of the boat, glanced at, just an ordinary farmer, and the skin was dark and rough after the sun and rain. But if you look closely, you'll see the light shining in his dark eyes.

The ship will go up against the current, and Li Long looks in the direction of the Qing River water rushing forward, thoughts.

He has left his hometown for more than a dozen years. Even on New Year's Eve, he never went back. Not that he didn't want to go back, he always has a busy farming job. The imminent ripening of melon fruit awaits harvest, and the garden needs to be irrigated almost daily.

The repeated devastation of the Qinghe Mansion, but the vast amount of spiritual land was vacated. Some of the doorman pies that had been destroyed were still kept. The farmer's disciples had to go to take care of them. It was a rare opportunity for him to practise.

In this case, it is almost impossible for him to spend thousands of miles travelling to and from his home. He can only frequently entrust a few silver tickets to his home to talk about filial piety.

Now he looks black and thin, and his clothes are old, like a creep just chipped out of the dirt, all covered in earthen air. As the rain grew, he returned to his cabin, and everyone around him had to keep some distance from him.

Years ago, he studied art from Wagyu Village to Qingyang City, precisely to get rid of the farmer's identity, but eventually became a complete farmer, it was kind of funny. However, this appearance was praised by the farmer Huang Tuongwong as a "civil wooden skeleton”, saying that his farmer's genius deliberately passed on the owner's location to him.

It was with so much hard work that his cultivation was able to advance rapidly. For more than a decade, he became the chief disciple of the farmer, a ten-story gas refiner, from an illiterate river and lake customer. He was going to work hard for a few more years trying to break through the foundations.

A family letter was passed from Woniu Village to Qingyang City, then via the Iron Fist Gate contact line to the headquarters of the Iron Fist Gate in Qinghe Fucheng, and then transferred to his hands. After learning about the father's death, he hurriedly packed his bags and embarked on the return road.

Before he left, in addition to entrusting large tracts of land to the care of his brothers and sisters, he went to visit one person, Li Qingshan, his only hometown, to ask him if he wanted to send a message or something.

Li Qingshan thought about the man “Li Village Chief” and then let Li Long Festival sadly change. There was no sad look on his face. Years later, a non-parest, even guilty of his mortal death, is naturally difficult to touch, and his temperament does not like to pretend.

Li Long doesn't blame him either. After so many years out of the house, he received his unpaid help several times at the critical time, which is why he now has the fix. Even if he had become so powerful, his attitude could still be described as equal treatment.

Even for myself, that old face tended to become increasingly blurred, and suddenly became clearer after hearing the news of death. I didn't feel particularly sad in my heart.

Ultimately, Li Qingshan did not allow any message, which was also expected by Li Long. Since his breakup with sister-in-law En, his contact with Woniu Village has been faintly close to nothing.

This man appeared unusual from a young age. He did not appear normal until he was filled with a belly full of water by a goddess. However, he did not love to play with his peers. One had to go to lie on the bull post to play the bull flute. He appeared to be isolated and weird, incomprehensible. He was regarded by all as a different kind. Although he was not directly excluded, he did not have any deep feelings.

It was not until many years later that it became apparent how many of them were unusual, making a note of his subsequent miraculous rise.

The big boat pulled anchor, went up against the current, Qinghe Fucheng gradually went away, and Li Long stepped on his return path,

The big boat crossed the city of Kaping, a city once slaughtered by stone demons, and is now back to life, with even the Eagle Wolf Guard on the mountain said to have been rebuilt.

The ship continued up, until at the pier where it had departed, he disembarked to take out a sealed town and summon a horse, which he had bought for the convenience of running around, and for another day, that familiar old city wall was so far away that he suddenly realized that his hometown was not as far away as he had imagined.

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The Iron Fist Gate, two strong men dressed in black, together with a pair of powerful stone lions, guarded the door. The pedestrians are walking a long way.

The man on the left looked at the sky and complained: "It's raining really hard, sneeze, this weather door is really bad luck! ”

The man on the right shook his body, “It's much stronger than summer. Just stand for half an hour, it's like getting out of the water. Who let us get started too late, too bad martial arts? We'll find a kiln later, have a nice drink and warm up. ”

“When I became the innate master, I slept in the kiln. ”

“With you! ”

“What's wrong with me? Li Qingshan used to hang out better than me. I can't even hang out in a kiln! Now I hear he owns the whole Kiln of Qinghe Mansion. And that Li Long, who used to be our Iron Fist Gate, is now said to be several dozen floors innate. ”

“There are only 10 floors in the innate realm, where dozens of floors come from! ”

In the middle of the conversation, a skinny black man walked straight to the door, his eyes suddenly pounded and looked at the familiar door, with countless sighs and sighs.

It is also the remote city of Qingyang, close to the pale mountains, belonging to the middle of the two demonic forces, the war with demons in the past, has little impact here.

“What man!” “Country bun, can you look at this iron fist door, don't look in the east, get lost! ”

“My name is Li Long. I am Liu Hong, the disciple of Liu Zhengmen. Hurry back and pass it on! ”

Li Long also didn't know the two gatekeepers. He knew that he had received a new disciple after his departure and stood there, but Wu Gong could not even reach the second and third class. He could only frighten the people, otherwise he would not be sent to guard the door.

“You said you were Li Long? ”

The strong man opened his eyes, although he had never met them, but they were like Lei Guang-er. That was a powerful figure who walked out of their Qingyang City Iron Fist Gate. He was a master of dozens of floors the day before. Lion Liu Hong bragged every time he drank wine.

But looking at this man's costume, it doesn't look like the legend "Li Long", it's like he just got back from the ground!

They didn't dare to be lazy. Knowing that some of the masters on the river and lake liked to pretend, they immediately went in to inform them. After a while, a middle-aged man in a gown, walking with the wind, came out of the door with majesty, but not Liu Hong, saw Li Long, stunned for a moment, and held his hand forward: “Brother, it's really you! ”

“Brother Wang Lei.” Li Long also recognized people.

It turns out that Liu Hong, the Iron Lion, has taken the helm of the Iron Fist Gate and delivered it to Wang Lei, the eldest disciple, to feed the world outside the city.

Wang Lei patted Li Long's shoulder and revealed his condolences: “Brother, my condolences, my uncle is so old...” He said some comforting words, and Li Long could see that there was no real emotion at all, just some scenes.

Li Long said: "Life and death are life and death, and prosperity are in heaven. ”

Wang Lei gave an order to send someone to invite Liu Hong, who was a retiree outside the city, to gather all the disciples from the Iron Fist Gate, straight from behind the shadow wall to the main entrance.

Brother, please! ”Wang Lei set his hand, walked ahead, set up a full rank of the master, and highlighted the word" brother ”, intended to make it clear that I am still your“ brother ”.

The relationship between the two was not harmonious. More than 10 years ago, Wang Lei was often dissatisfied with Liu Hong's other look at Li Long. Later, he took over the position of master of the Iron Fist Gate, and his heart gradually calmed down. Now I can't help but feel comforted to see Li Long all dressed up. Tell Li Long Da about the change in the Iron Fist Gate after his departure, and say that he so carried the Iron Fist Gate's good boys and grandchildren to expand their ambitions and put the whole city of Qingyang under control.

Originally, the four major forces were destroyed by Li Qingshan himself. Le Mazhuang has been a closed defense. This is especially true after Huang Sick Tiger left. The Iron Fist Gate became the only force in Qingyang City. Wang Lei was naturally very prestigious. Even Zhi County had to look at his face. The inner courtyard was a crowd of wives.

“What kind of practitioner are you out there," he said, "doesn't necessarily make me happy as a dirt emperor in Qingyang City. ”

Li Longwei nodded. This once Qingyang City was like the whole world to him, but to this day, it's just a small town with no sense of spirituality. Without Liu Hong here, he would never have been able to stay.

The two of them sat in the middle of the hall. Wang Lei asked with a smile: "Brother, haven't you been outside all these years without a wife and son? What does that usually do? ”

“There is no time to marry a wife and have children when farming is too busy.” Li Longdao, there was also a musician disciple who had an interest in him, but he had no time to think about anything else, and eventually he disappeared.

Wang Lei frowned: “Agricultural work! Do practitioners have to plant land? ”

"'I'm a farmer's disciple,' said Li Long. 'What else can I do without planting land? ”

Wang Lei frowned and shook his head: “What else does this practice mean? ”

“I was bored at first, for a long time, and it was quite interesting.” Li Longdao, working on the land, watching melon fruit mature, spiritual grass grow, at the same time receiving feedback from the earth and plants, is constantly improving, there is an indescribable joy.

Wang Lei said with his mouth open that he could not understand, and thought Li Long was probably having a hard mouth.

In his eyes, the farmer, that's better than the beggar, and let him plant it for ten years, rather than just kill him. After all, it is “I'd rather be a chicken's head than a cow's queen." His powerful iron fist gate owner is naturally a chicken's head. He is still better than Li Long's monastic cow queen. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)