Legend of the Great Saint

“You're crossing the river to dismantle the bridge!” Li Qingshan Road.

“So what? I'm tired of it. Get out of here!” Han Qiongzhi chewed the intelligent fruit, while kicking Li Qingshan away brutally, but the action gradually became powerless, his eyes turned bright, and the intelligent fruit began to work.

“So dizzy! I don't know what will happen.” Han Zhongzhi sighed: “I don't want to see you again. This is not where you should be, let's go...” So she finally closed her eyes and fell into Li Qingshan's arms.

Li Qingshan held her tightly, and after a long time, she kissed her forehead gently, patiently dressed her clothes, sorted out the silk, put a set of methods of formation, several bottles of walking dan, a stack of purple symbols beside her, which is a trophy obtained from Qingqing's Sumiao ring.

Wandering around the cave again for a few laps, he suddenly shook his head with a smile and said to himself: “I will come back, no matter how long I leave. ”

Then step out of the cave and disappear alone in the snowflake.

“Well, I'll wait for you. ”

Han Qiongzhi closed his eyes and used a slightly untraceable voice channel.

……

Li Qingshan remembered this trip back to Qingzhou, and one other person had not seen it. After hearing that Liu Changqing had been hiding for many years, he crossed the wind and snow to reach a quiet mountain forest.

Unlike other places devastated by locust plagues, the area remains grassy, the lake is quiet and looks exceptionally clean and beautiful in heavy snow.

“Danqing, are you there? ”

Li Qingshan called out loudly, but for a moment, Falun Front opened, revealing several elegant huts, a handsome man in green standing in front of the hut, “Qingshan, you are back from Miaozhou! ”

“You've had two days of robbery! ”

Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. In order to help him repair the Three Books, the original Qingdanqing repaired it to return to the realm of refinery gas. I didn't expect to see it for twenty or thirty years. He not only repaired it, but also took it to the next level, the more elegant the temperament appeared.

“You've had three days of robbery! ”

Even more surprising, Li Qingshan, after quenching his demonic heart, no longer deliberately repressed with a spirit turtle. Naturally, the breath emitted was clearly modified by three heavenly robberies.

“It doesn't look like we're wasting any time.” Li Qingshan laughed.

“I don't know how you practiced it. It's fantastic. Don't stand in the snow. Come on in! ”

“There's nothing to sit in the house, why don't we go there and watch the snow.” Li Qingshan refers to the shore of the lake, which is situated in a simple pavilion with thick thatched grass, which is a great place to watch the snow.

“Well, I happen to have a good drink, we drink and watch the snow, we get drunk!” Danqing's enthusiasm also appeared very high.

The two men sat in the pavilion, took out a roll of painting, shook their hands, rolled out the painting, a maid walked out of the painting, or held the ancient qin, or held the furnace fire, and placed the pavilion properly in the blink of an eye.

Several more cranes flew out of the painting, danced on the lake in the snow, naturally without any work, perfectly blended into the surrounding scenery, like a written mountain water painting roll, and a few violin sounds, as if immersed in a cold spring of ice and snow, a refreshing spleen, always like a fairy realm.

“Your painter's methods are really good, even I find them so fake.” Li Qingshan looked at it at first glance and could not tell the true or false people in these paintings. He sighed in his heart: “The art of painting that has not been seen for many years has also become more delicate. ”

“It's not as fictional as the fiction of a novelist, but it seems that you have nothing to do with the novelist.” Dan Qingqing humbled the way.

“It's always unexpected, by the way, you can't even draw the wine you want! ”

“How could that be?” Danqing said to take out a bluegrass porcelain jar and open it.

A fragrance rushed out of the porcelain, the cold air spread, but different from the usual aroma, Li Qingshan looked into the altar, the dark liquid fluttered in it, he suddenly, “Is this ink? You're not buying me ink! ”

“This is Tanqing wine, I can't even drink it!” Qingdao, Qingdan.

“It can't be made out of your blood, can it?” Li Qingshan remembered that Qingqing had a special bloodline called “Bi Blood Danqing”. He couldn't help but wonder. He had already drunk the blood of a friend and didn't want to drink a second one.

“I can't make a drink like this. Come and try it!” Danqing told the beauty in the painting to pour wine into the barrel, and the aroma grew stronger, like ink instead of ink, like wine instead of wine.

Li Qingshan tried to taste it, his eyes lit up, the rich and strange taste spread in his mouth, where the liquor flowed, where the flesh seemed to be melted, it was not spicy but rather spicy, which contained a very pure spirit, in no way just satisfied the desire of his tongue.

He drank all the wine in the barrel. The five dirty bits seemed to turn into chaos. He tasted it for a while and refined it before praising it: "Good wine! ”

“Well, I didn't lie to you!” Taste the wine slowly.

“No wonder you practiced so fast, where did you get this wine!” Qiduo Li Qingshan, but this level of spiritual wine, even the great monks of the three heavenly robberies, may not be able to drink it, and Qian Tanqing said that he did not make it himself.

“My master gave it to me.” A heartfelt tribute appeared on the blue face of Qian Dan.

“Master Chun left it for you?” Li Qingshan Road, but the Master Dao is only a foundational monk for life.

“No, it's another master. ”

“You worship the master again, I don't know what kind of senior tall man you are!” Li Qingshan was somewhat surprised. He was more than aware of the feelings of Qian Danqing towards Qian Shi Dao. However, he would never easily turn to others as teachers.

“The master will probably be here today. I'll see him then. ”

“I'd like to see it. Come on, cheers!” Li Qingshan pressed this curiosity, laughed at Qingdanqing and said all kinds of strange scenery in Miaozhou, Qingdanqing also revealed the color of God, “I must walk around and paint all the beauty of Kyushu in the future! ”

“Have you been here all these years? ”

“Yes, the master asked me to focus on the practice of scholarly painting, even the late people of hundreds of households, can only meet once every other time, took my painting to fight locust disaster. ”

“Are there no locusts to disturb?” Li Qingshan asked, although it is a deep mountain old forest, it is not remotely located throughout Qingzhou. There are no traces of locusts eating around it.

“Probably King Flying Locust hasn't noticed yet. ”

“You are so lucky to avoid all kinds of fights and live here! ”

Li Qingshan said, suddenly he felt it in his heart, looked up, sometime, a figure appeared on the shore of a lake not far away, a black robe, hidden out the indigo blue, long clothes, long sleeves, dragged on a clean white snow, like a wolf on a piece of paper.

Blurred in the snow, he couldn't see his face clearly, knowing that he was a man of long stature, walking slowly here with an oil paper umbrella like a maple leaf.

“Here comes my master!” Danqing rose to welcome.

Between the eyes, the man came to the pavilion, Li Qingshan looked closely. The man's face was clear and elegant, his eyesore was deep and his nostrils were tall, his lips were thin, his long, inky hair was curly and scattered to the waist.

Li Qingshan somehow remembered the accidental slutty mockers in the ancient poems. There was a feeling of falling apart from the snow and winter, but it brought the whole late autumn season.

As for his specific modifications, they would be ignored, and even if they were to be distinguished, they would be vague. He's more like a painter than the waitresses in the pavilion.

Li Qingshan suddenly noticed that his eyes were blank and he had no pupils. "Is he blind? No, in my eyes, even a mosquito ten miles away can see clearly, how can you not see his face because of the snow and storm in the district! ”

“Master, that's what I said about Li Qingshan.” Qian Danqing introduced.

“I've heard a lot about you.” Men shaking their umbrellas gently to accumulate snow, do not seem surprised by Li Qingshan's cultivation, or too negligently tired, but become indifferent to everything in the world.

“Ask your predecessor's name.” Li Qingshan arched his hand and asked how there was a strange familiarity in his heart when he had not met Ming Su.

“No trace of ink.” The man turned his head slightly and still cared for as much as gold.

“The Mo surname doesn't seem very common. ”

Li Qingshan still had some knowledge of the Great Brother of Qingzhou. Never heard of this name. He was shocked in his heart and suddenly remembered a rival named Mo. Mo Yu, Prince of Qingzhou Demon Nation, had to look carefully at the man in front of him. Did he say...