Legend of the Great Saint

Above the wilderness, Li Qingshan's eyebrows were locked, and he stood still.

The red sun rises east, there is still time to shine the light all over the earth, the sky bursts with wind, rolling a dark cloud like ink, and the sky is torn between eyes. Heavy rains, windy winds, like the banks of the Sky River, flood the entire world.

Without a sign, the morning pauses like the night. He stood in the middle of the night. He could not escape, could not escape. Let the wind gush, the storm flush, it seems to be in the vent heart pain, but it is dull and deafening to hear a thunder.

That sigh of depression, like this dark night, cannot be revealed at all. It's just like this pitch-black storm, full of hustle and bustle.

Thousands of miles around, the people looked up, surprised by the sudden weather change, hidden feeling the ominous signs hidden therein, the mood became depressed and depressed, almost unable to breathe. Many mortal men and women have fallen on their knees and prayed to God to get up.

This is the power of the gods, in the creation, in the movement of the mind, in the colour of the wind and the clouds, in the worship of all beings.

The stormy river surged, the windy houses swayed, and the ears fell down.

Li Qingshan's heart moved and heard many more voices. It was a prayer full of fear. He prayed to God to change his mind and received this heavy rain.

There are thousands of villages falling within a thousand miles of each other. If the storm lasts for another moment or three, I don't know how many people will be swallowed up by the flood.

“Alas!" Li Qingshan sighed for a long time and took a deep breath. The clouds cleared and the sky washed.

So the creatures were surprised, cheered and jumped, bowed down, and threw five bodies into the ground.

But it was as if he had sucked out the clouds and storms, all pressed against his chest, and it was still a dark night, and the rain was pouring.

“Who should the gods pray to when they can pray to God? ”

He sighed so much that he took a step forward, disappeared into place and tried to walk into his memory, hoping to hide from the rain.

When Li Qingshan's figure reappeared, there was an ordinary farmhouse in front of him. The low fence walls on both sides were filled with vines, surrounded by a wooden door half-covered in the middle. The door was affixed with the faded word "Bliss”, and a tree of purple flowers was burning in the sun.

“How could she be in a place like this? ”

Neither is the mountain like the Sword Palace, nor the great gate of heaven. It's not like Baihua Cave. It's a flourishing, beautiful forest environment.

In Li Qingshan's heart, he was surprised. He looked to his right. Indeed, it was only an ordinary village, and it was in no way an illusion.

Han Qiongzhi is also a practitioner who has survived four heavenly robberies. Even without his own gates, he must have his own cave, but this small village cannot be described as a cave heavenly bliss.

The village is full of smoke, the chickens bark, and the people smoke. Smoke also rises in the small courtyard in front of her, and the smell of food and her smell comes from the doors.

“No mistake, she's right here. ”

But the fireworks, ordinary people, more than any Zongmen Cave, famous mountain secret realm, appeared to be more illusory, but it made him a little bit frightened, it was as if - the nearby town was frightened.

“Boom, boom, boom!” Li Qingshan knocked on his finger three times.

The voices were not set, the door holes opened, and a flame of red came out.

Han Qiongzhi was dressed in a big red dress. He stood right in the middle of the door. His bright red lips filled with laughter. The divine surprise was not surprising. As if he had anticipated Li Qingshan's visit, he had been waiting for his return.

“You're here! Why are you wet like this? Is it raining? ”

Han Qiongzhi looked strangely at Li Qingshan, who was wet and appeared to be a little lukewarm. He couldn't help but look up at the sky, the sun was bright and a few pale white clouds hung in the sky.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but laugh, pointing to her right hand: “What are you doing? Want to murder your husband? ”

Turns out Han Qiongzhi had a bloody kitchen knife in his hand. If the average person bumped into him, he would be scared.

Han Zhongzhi glanced at him and waved the knife. "Cook! ”

Then he turned around and walked into the courtyard, pulling an old hen out of a cage at the corner of the courtyard, taking a knife off his hand, chopping off the head of the chicken, then falling out of the hot water and ripping his belly open.

She was dedicated and skilled, but did not use any spell. Even the old hen was not a rare animal, but a common old hen who bowed down and laid eggs for years.

She had already walked to the kitchen with the killed chicken. She was too busy to entertain Li Qingshan. She just greeted her: “Wine on the table, pour it yourself! ”

There is a square table in the courtyard with two benches and a few dishes and a pot of old wine on the table.

It's not a rare dish, it's just seasonal fresh vegetables and regular dishes. Neither is the Jonesy Egg Liquid, about whose daughter is in the cellar, Red, can't wait for her daughter to marry the day.

Li Qingshan closed the door and sat at the table. He poured himself a glass and drank it. Another piece of peanut was caught, chewed carefully in her mouth, watching her busy back in the kitchen, and her mind gradually calmed down.

As if the distant husband had finally returned, the good man had gone on an expedition and could finally sit in peace and have a drink slowly.

One glass after another until the bottle dries until the wine is slightly dry. The bar was right at the foot of the table, and I lifted it up again to fill the bottle.

If it wasn't for this nine-day journey, that's all he wanted!

Han Qiongzhi listened to the sound of a bowl of chopsticks coming from the courtyard. He couldn't help but look back at him. Flying hands, washing and cutting dishes, frying and steaming, the mind is in a trance, like sleepwalking, practicing countless times to cook a course well.

Some regret that the teenage girl, Huaichun, has never really happened with the man she loves.

Some regretted not having cooked a table for him personally and made an ordinary couple for a day.

I didn't think I'd get another chance. I thought by his nature, I'd never look back.

But he came back, his eyes tired and his face almost bleak. That's the color she never saw on his face. Li Qingshan, she remembers, will always be the young man with the first mood and temper.

She felt a tingle in her heart, pretending to be fine and not returning to her head. “What happened? What brings you back? ”

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

“How did this happen?” Han Qiong Zhi couldn't help but ask.

“Like what?” Li Qingshan just wanted to have a quiet drink. He didn't want to talk about the pure earth of the magic, the gods war.

“Humph, wolfy! I'm afraid I didn't eat the defeat. Someone drove me back. ”

“Ha, joke! Your man's name, now all over the world, which doesn't know, which doesn't...”

Just waiting to brag a few more words, the buzzing that he tried to ignore became stinging again, and suddenly he was in no mood and waved impatiently: "Cook your meal, men and women don't care. ”

Han Jungzhi suddenly stopped his hands and turned around to stare at him, but his eyes were filled with tears.

Li Qingshan put down the glass and smiled bitterly.