A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 982 Fushou Village!Dusty smoke and fire

On the sea of ​​bitterness, there are many islands.

Among them, the most famous island is naturally the worry-free island of Paradise.It's just that Murong Haiqing took Su Mo not to Wuyou Island, but in another direction.

It is in the depths of the sea of ​​bitterness.It was an island that Su Mo had never been to.

The clouds and mist are vast, a Qingdao.

The island is in the shape of a long boat with slightly pointed ends.It is about a hundred miles long and thirty miles wide at its widest point.It is not a big and not a small island.

It's just that the sea of ​​suffering is vast, and it is like a small boat on the sea of ​​suffering.

"What is this place?" Su Mo asked.

"The locals call it Tianqingdao. Because there are many bamboo forests on this island. From a distance, this island is completely blue." Murong Haiqing said, "Actually, this island also existed in the Three Realms Sea of ​​Suffering back then. It’s just that most people don’t know about it. It happens to be in two directions from Wuyou Island in Paradise.”

"Now, who lives on the island? Who do you bring me to meet?" Su Mo asked.

"There are many people living on this island. Similarly, immortals live together. However, you don't know some people. You follow me, and you will know who you want to meet in a while." Murong Haiqing took Su Mo to the island superior.

The place where they fell was a valley.

Murong Haiqing led Su Mo around a mountain pass, and a small village suddenly appeared in front of him.The village is not too big, it looks like there are only thirty or forty families.

All houses are built according to the situation.Fenced courtyards made of bamboo and various houses made of bamboo.Thirty or forty families are scattered in a circle of seven or eight miles.

Some messy, but there is an indescribable beauty.

"This village is called Fushou Village." Murong Hai said clearly.

"Fushou Village?" Su Mo said with a smile, "This name is full of mortal breath!"

"That's true!" Murong Hai said clearly, "However, the people in the village probably weren't ordinary people in the former Yizang world, otherwise they wouldn't have appeared here."

Su Mo nodded.

"Haiqing is here!" At this time, an old woman walked towards her, about six or seventy years old, wearing a commoner dress.Clothes have been washed white.

She saw Murong Haiqing and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, Aunt Zhang!" Murong Haiqing changed his previous cold appearance, and responded with a very friendly smile, "Are you going to go fishing?"

"Isn't it? My old man is greedy for the joy fish in the bitter sea, which made me go to sea when I have nothing to do." Aunt Zhang complained, but her face was full of smiles. It's not fresh anymore. So, I have to go every now and then."

In fact, Murong Haiqing knew all these things, and what Aunt Zhang said seemed to be for Su Mo.

"My Uncle Zhang is lucky!" Murong Haiqing said, "The main reason is that he found a good wife!"

"That's true!" Aunt Zhang said proudly, not being modest, "Having me is his blessing for several lifetimes. Hai Qing, you should go now! Your godfather, godmother, you were still talking about you yesterday! They said they got a few cloud rabbits, waiting for you to come and eat them. Hurry up and go!" After saying that, the old woman nodded to Su Mo as a greeting, and left in a hurry.

It seemed that she was not afraid of Murong Haiqing being anxious, but was anxious to go fishing.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Su Mo couldn't help being a little stunned.

Because that old woman is an undead state.Her realm is exactly the same as Wen Muran.Then, Su Mo saw with his own eyes that the old woman went straight to the beach, flying away against the wind.

"This aunt should be the reflection of a great monk. Unfortunately, I don't know her origin. His old man is now a mortal. However, Aunt Zhang listens to him in everything. The old man looks ugly, She has a bad temper. However, Aunt Zhang just likes it, being served comfortably by that old man. Hehe!" Murong Haiqing sighed, "It's really one thing! This world is really interesting."

"Hehe!" Su Mo didn't know what to say, so he could only laugh a few times.At that moment, Su Mo only felt that the village was full of mundane fireworks, and had a special smell.

They kept going.

Along the way, Su Mo unexpectedly encountered a wave of fighting couples.They are all in their twenties.The woman looks big and thick, and looks like a shrew.

She held up a kitchen knife and chased her husband to chop.

However, it always fails to catch up.

Because, she is a mortal, but her husband is a burial monk.It is a level higher than Wen Muran and the old woman before.

That male cultivator is suave and talented.It's a pity that he was chased around in the yard by his wife.

The woman was so tired that she was out of breath, and finally sat on a bluestone, holding a knife, and looked at the male cultivator.

"Brother Li, just let my sister-in-law cut it twice!" Murong Haiqing shouted with a smile, "Anyway, you are immortal, so you are not afraid of being cut! Ha!"

"Hey!" Brother Li waved his hand at Murong Haiqing, "Miss Haiqing, you don't know. Your sister-in-law is tired of chopping things up. Today, I insist on running and chasing after me, saying it's dangerous. A sense of accomplishment! Don't let me stop and wait for her. It's hard to be a good man!"

Murong Haiqing smiled and said nothing.Because, she has seen this scene too many times.Every time, Murong Haiqing felt different.

"Li, don't run away!" At this moment, the shrew regained his strength, raised his knife again, and went straight to Brother Li.Brother Li shook his head helplessly, and had to run together again.

He had to shout while running: "Help! Help!"

It's a pity that everyone in the village is no stranger to it.The couple had a good time, and everyone didn't mind being noisy.

Su Mo looked at the couple in a daze.In his opinion, they are a couple of psychos.

"Everyone has their own happiness!" Murong Haiqing seemed to know what Su Mo was thinking, "Brother Li is a blacksmith. However, he mainly makes kitchen knives every day."

"Make a kitchen knife? What are you doing?" Su Mo asked.

"Give it to his wife!" Murong Hai said clearly.

"Cut him?" Su Mo laughed.

"That's right!" Murong Hai said clearly, "That's their daily program. Even the best kitchen knives have been hacked to pieces. At most, one knife can be used in three days!"

"Why are they doing this?" Su Mo asked puzzled.

"Hehe, who knows?" Murong Haiqing shook his head helplessly, "Probably, they think it's interesting!"

Murong Haiqing really didn't know why.People in this world now have no memories of the past, but Murong Haiqing thought wildly, maybe they owed each other in the previous life!

It seems unreasonable to outsiders, but they are at ease.

Su Mo was silent.

He always felt that everything he saw was not as simple as that.However, he has not fully realized the true meaning of it.

What Murong Haiqing is going to is a family at the highest place.

The bamboo building was built almost halfway up the mountain.Looking out from that bamboo building, you should be able to overlook the entire Fushou Village.That's a privileged position.

"Qing'er is here!" At this moment, someone on the bamboo building spoke.

When Su Mo looked up, a middle-aged couple was standing side by side at the window of the bamboo building.Male cultivators are dressed in green clothes; female cultivators are dressed in white clothes.

Seeing their appearance clearly, Su Mo couldn't help but froze on the spot.

(End of this chapter)