mtl008 Chapter 143 Lanxian Town
Chapter 143 Lanxian Town
Chapter 145 Lanxian Town
It is the Jingzhe season.
The warm breeze brings spring to the earth.
Zhao Qing's family of four went directly around the south side of Changshengfang and arrived at Lin'an County, eighty miles away.
This was the destination that my aunt had set long ago.
This place is not too far from Changshengfang and Changsheng Sword Sect, and there are very few independent cultivators here.
For most low-level cultivators, gathering in sects and markets is an excellent choice.
Because in this way, there are many ways to obtain resources for cultivation... After all, cultivators are also human beings, and they can't take a single step without spirit stones.
The location of Lin'an County happened to be not far from the sect and the market town.
Therefore, there aren't many independent cultivators in the city, and all you see are ordinary people...
They arrived safely. Zhao Qing swept his spiritual sense over the area and did not sense any cultivators within a hundred feet.
This gave him a long-lost sense of relief.
It turns out that the mundane world is so comfortable!
Now he has all kinds of resources on him, including alchemy materials and furnaces, military tactics, formation plates and talismans...
Nothing is missing.
It would be best to stay here and build your foundation in peace.
……
There were few pedestrians on the bumpy streets, and occasionally a carriage passed by, stirring up dust.
On both sides are dilapidated shops. The plaques and wine flags have long faded, but you can vaguely make out the words that were once written on them.
There were hawking sounds coming from not far away.
There was a woman with a sachet hanging around her waist and embroidered shoes in her hands, clapping and tapping them non-stop on the street.
He kept muttering, "I'm going to beat you up, little bastard, until you're out of breath..."
The mundane Waking of Insects.
To beat the bad guys and drive away bad luck.
In places where monks gather, these customs are no longer seen.
But at this moment, listening to the noisy chattering and hawking in his ears, Zhao Qing showed a very relaxed smile on his face.
Back to the mortal world, Shuyue and Qinghuan seemed like trapped dragons finding water.
They strolled hand in hand on the streets, spending money to buy snacks and sundries that were rarely seen in normal times.
Zhou Xiaoyi's cold eyes trembled slightly, and her slender hand held the man beside her.
"My husband, what do you think of this place?"
Zhao Qing scanned the area with his spiritual sense again and sighed softly, "It's so peaceful."
At this moment, he felt the woman's slender hand beside him gently pulling him, and immediately slowed down his pace.
Walking with my aunt, I followed Shuyue and Qinghuan from a distance.
Another horse-drawn carriage passed by, and the wooden shaft rolled over the dirt and rocks, making the carriage frame creak.
The dust rose an inch or so, and the scene before my eyes became a painting.
Zhou Xiaoyi withdrew her slender hand, took slow steps, and casually tied her three thousand black hair into a bun.
Whispering in her man's ear: "When my life is almost over, I will spend the rest of my life here with you."
Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and nodded.
With Xiaoyi's qualifications...it's unlikely that she would have such a chance.
Gu Qinghuan stopped at the street in the distance and waited in front of a shop.
When Zhao Qing and Xiaoyi came closer, she just took the snack wrapped in oil paper.
The woman smiled gently, picked up a piece of dessert and handed it to the master's mouth, saying softly, "Master, pea yellow."
Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed slightly as he ate the bean curd.
The dim sum was extremely delicate and melted in the mouth. It was sweet, refreshing and even the scallion fingers were a bit sweet.
Gu Qinghuan smiled and handed the other bag of honey-coated twisted dough sticks to Xiaoyi.
He whispered, "Does the master like it?"
Before Zhao Qing could say anything, Zhou Xiaoyi chuckled and said, "Then wouldn't I be the second wife? That's not appropriate."
"Um……"
Qing Huan opened her crimson lips slightly, climbed onto her master's shoulders with both hands, and called out softly, "Father, Qing Huan is going to go find my sister to buy some incense."
Zhao Qing's heart suddenly sank.
Don't yell! You'll be hanged!
The woman's skirt was stained with a little dust, and her body was surrounded by the warm, astringent and quiet scent of fragrance. She turned around and quickly chased Shuyue.
My aunt's beautiful eyes stared at the beautiful figure walking away.
He whispered, "Qinghuan doesn't have a father, so that's appropriate?"
Zhao Qing glanced sideways slightly, looking at his aunt's teasing eyes, and his spiritual sense instantly stretched out and poured into the other person's eyebrows.
"You are more suitable..."
Zhou Xiaoyi smiled even more brightly, her delicate body trembling slightly, and she walked forward slowly holding Zhao Qing's arm.
Wait until there is no one around.
A very sweet voice lingered in my ears; "Daddy!"
now.
Wang Shuyue stopped in front of the City God Temple, took out some copper coins that had not been used for a long time from her purse, and bought some incense and yellow paper.
She hadn't realized what her man was saying to Xiaoyi.
After a cup of tea, Xiaoyi walked closer with lotus steps.
"Shuyue."
Wang Shuyue looked at her husband and said crisply, "Husband, let's go in."
"The Waking of Zhe drives away bad luck and villains, and you can worship the City God and pray for peace."
Gu Qinghuan nodded slightly: "When I was in Tianshui, my sister often took me to the temple to burn incense."
Zhao Qing looked strange as he looked at his aunt.
He almost misunderstood his wife's intention just now... He thought she wanted to pay homage to Cheng Huang...
Zhou Xiaoyi sensed something strange in the hall, her beautiful eyes flickered, temporarily blocking out the wanton plundering spiritual consciousness.
Then he took the incense from Shuyue's hand.
He whispered, "Of course I ask for the City God's blessing."
Zhao Qing: ...
Is it really effective for monks to worship in secular temples?
The City God Temple is located in the center of Lin'an County, which is somewhat different from the dilapidated surrounding scenery.
Green bricks and blue tiles, with flying eaves and upturned wings.
It is hung with red and yellow ribbons, probably because it has been repaired every year by pilgrims and government officials.
Zhao Qing followed the three people and lit incense and worshiped in front of the clay statue.
No matter whether it works well or not, you won’t lose money.
Anyway, this was popular in the previous life. The three tablets of Buddha, Laojun and the guardian deity of the family were worshipped together.
What if it works?
……
By evening, the group of four had already gained a general understanding of Lin'an County.
I don’t know if there are any foundation-building cultivators in the city, but I have seen a few Qi-refining cultivators.
The nearby villages are scattered everywhere, and each village has a fourth-level Qi Refining... Immortal Master.
That must be someone from Huanyu Pavilion.
After searching for a long time, the four of them came to a valley eight miles south of Lin'an County.
As far as the eye can see.
Wisps of smoke rose under the dim sunset, and scattered terraces were opened in the mountains and fields.
More than thirty courtyards are dotted around, and an old man is leaning outside the door, tapping his pipe.
A clear canal runs through the village, forming a clear pool.
Wild rabbits are leaping and the grass is lush and green.
Zhao Qing swept his spiritual sense over the area and was surprised that there was no one from Huanyu Pavilion in this village!
To be precise, there wasn't any cultivator at all! Only one post-natal warrior!
Zhou Xiaoyi said softly, "This village is too small, with only about thirty households."
"It's very suitable. Let's go and ask."
……
Lanxian Town.
Wang Deren lit the cigarette tremblingly and leaned on the bluestone outside the door waiting for dark.
His dim old eyes noticed the visitor from the town.
One man, three women.
They were all wearing gauze and silk, which was even finer than the fabrics at Bu Niang's house...
Maybe they are a wealthy family in the city.
The pretty woman came closer quickly and said in a clear voice, "What's your name, uncle?"
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Wang Deren coughed dryly a few times, his eyes swept across the beautiful woman in front of him and stopped at the man.
The wrinkles on the old face moved slightly, revealing a smile.
His voice was a little hoarse: "The old man's surname is Wang, and he sells medicine."
Zhao Qing bowed and said, "Father, this village is not far from Lin'an County, why are there only a few dozen households?"
The old man took a puff of his cigarette silently and sighed, "Without the immortal master, many young and strong people have passed away."
"Immortal Master?"
Wang Rende slowly sat down on the bluestone: "This place is too remote, and we have to climb over mountains and ridges."
"The Immortal Master from Huanyu Pavilion came and left."
"Coming from the south of the county, other villages have immortal masters residing there, so naturally there are more people than here."
Zhao Qing was slightly delighted. This was indeed a great place.
He lowered his head and said, "Young man Zhao Qing, your family of four has traveled here. Could you please stay in the village for a while?"
When the old man heard this, his cloudy eyes widened, and then he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"There are several empty courtyards in the south of the town. They have been abandoned for a long time. You can go and repair them and see if they are habitable."
Zhou Xiaoyi frowned slightly: "Town?"
Wang Deren nodded, his hoarse voice filled with helplessness: "Young people think... a town is always bigger than a village, and it might attract an immortal master to stop by."
"Hey, you guys are just in a spur of the moment..."
He shook his head slightly and stood up: "The old man goes to the county to buy medicine every month. You can come here to get the medicine."
"Mrs. Bu's family in the west sells cloth."
He hesitated for a moment, lifted his old legs and walked into the house without saying anything more.
One look at the appearance of those three beautiful women told you that they might be the sons of some wealthy family in the county out hunting for pleasure.
There's only one pretty girl in this town...
"Come on, come on, come on..."
"There are so many people. It would be great if we could attract the Immortal Master."