The indescribable Taoist Lord

Several people in Zhangjiacun were still arguing with Zhang Qinghe. These men seemed to have some kind of inexhaustible heat of life in the cold weather, and they kept chattering!

"Young man, don't hesitate. If you feel guilty for cheating, just give his family some wealth!"

Needless to say, this is the butcher who lives at the entrance of the village, and he is the most outspoken.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhang He thought he said it so bluntly and glared at him again - as the eldest son of the village leader, he was naturally extremely prestigious in the village.

"Why, what do you think, Xiaosan'er? Your uncle Datong said that if you agree, he will carry the big wolf two people tall and go up the mountain to hunt rabbits to give your family extra food!"

Old Cunzheng was smiling, and with just a few words, Zhang Datong was so embarrassed that he also made several other people burst into laughter!

"Natural! Natural is wonderful!"

Zhang San knew that this big shot from Chang'an was far more mysterious than he imagined, which aroused his curiosity.

However, this person didn't seem to want others to know his identity as a god, which made Zhang San think a lot - could it be that the girl ran away because of a breakup with her family as Muramasa said?

But can gods also be hurt by love? But how could something like a girl cause so much trouble?

He thought of the little red flowers at the east end of the village, and of the Huniu at the entrance of the village, who usually had a runny nose and looked overbearing and vulgar, and he shuddered.

Zhang San'er shook his head quickly - he was a child who often listened to Zhang He's knowledge, and was different from the children in the village.

But it's no wonder that the uncles in the village are all big talkers. If he knew that the official was a god, he might not be able to rest in this pure place. The whole village's aunts might want to come and take a look.

But naturally, the village will stop him.

Regardless of whether Zhang Qing and his colleagues agreed, everyone saw that he had not spoken a word, so they just regarded him as acquiescing and asked Zhang San to take him all the way home.

Zhang Qinghe was also dragged along all the way - he didn't care where he was going or how he was going.

"Mom, we have a guest at home."

As soon as Zhang Sanshi entered the courtyard, he shouted.

Zhang Qinghe followed Zhang San into a yard, where there were several trees that seemed to have been planted randomly. In this cold weather, I can't tell what kind it is.

Even among Zhangjiacun, this courtyard looks leaky - the courtyard walls are made of dead branches, the thatched roof is thin, and the earthen walls are barely peeling off.

I'm afraid that for Zhang Qinghe in the past, he might not be used to living in that elegant courtyard in Tahotian for a long time - he might have to hesitate a bit whether this family can add another household. The place where the bed is made.

Fortunately, the snow did not disappear quickly, otherwise it would be quite muddy outside the courtyard.

"We have guests... cough cough... San'er, please bring the chairs and stools over so that the guests can rest, and then boil a pot of hot soup."

The cough of the bedridden woman came from the room. Her voice was very hoarse, but she could hear the sincere hospitality and kindness.

Zhang Qinghe followed Zhang San into the door and took a few glances. It was really very shabby. He saw the sick woman was about to get up with difficulty, so he finally sighed in his heart and said politely. ——

"Ma'am, there's no need to get up. It's a good rest."

"My body is suffering from the cold... ahem, it's really inconvenient and makes the guests laugh."

"It's me who's causing trouble."

Zhang Qinghe tried his best to say these words, but he had no strength left - although he could not help but accept the kindness from others, his heart was still wrapped in deep disappointment.

"Where did the guest... come from?"

The woman forced a smile and asked.

"Mom, today Gouzi and I found this official immersed in the Wei River, so Muramasa and Uncle He took him back to the village.

I heard from officials that he came from Chang'an. "

Zhang Qinghe had been interrogated several times along the way. Zhang San was also very smart. Naturally, he saw that Zhang Qinghe was mentally and physically exhausted. It was really difficult to be coerced and questioned for the second time, so he helped.

"The village said they would give some subsidies to help the officials stay at our house for a few days."

Since the Zhang family's aunt could give birth to a child like Zhang San, she was naturally of good nature. She immediately understood the goodwill of the village and nodded with all her strength.

"I am bedridden, and I am afraid that it will be inconvenient to greet the guests, so San'er takes care of things on weekdays. Although this is disrespectful, it is indeed a helpless move. Please forgive me..."

"It's already a nuisance, how dare you blame me, but my accent and voice are not like those from the village..."

Zhang Qinghe suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged woman who looked gentle, but at this moment she was thin and sallow.

The woman's expression was a bit complicated, but she was not in a hurry, and a long silence followed.

But Zhang Qinghe didn't pay attention to this - even though the woman's inner lake collapsed severely, the so-called wind cold was just the trigger for the collapse of the messy physical body after her cultivation was exhausted.

He didn't want to ask where this woman came from, and he also didn't want to get entangled in trouble - although this was the cause and effect that he should eventually cause, but now his Taoist heart was about to collapse and he had to escape.

Not to mention figuring out how to win in the future, at least it seems like you figure out how to live in the future, right?

Nowadays, the wind is trembling, the grass and trees are all soldiers, and he is running the breath gathering method all the time while losing his soul. Although he knows that he can't deceive the gods, he can deceive many evil things, and he can even deceive himself and others, and he can live a peaceful life for a while.

"Hey, mother, I'm going to boil water."

Zhang San was moving quickly, and it seemed that the atmosphere was stagnant, intentionally or unintentionally disrupting the rhythm of the two people.

"My lord, your bed will be in another room. I will sleep with my mother at night."

Zhang Qinghe nodded slightly and gave a reluctant smile as a sign - he was not stingy with kindness, but at this time, many of his kindnesses were meaningless.

"The official... also has the surname Zhang?"

It was at this moment that Zhang Qinghe's aunt, who had been observing Zhang Qinghe's appearance since Zhang Qinghe accidentally pointed out something strange, asked tentatively with a weak look on her face, caution and sincerity in her words.

Zhang Qinghe did not hesitate and nodded.

"Then it seems that the official lied. The official is not from Chang'an, but from Jiangzuo...

However, I appear in such a miserable state due to the rain, I personally think that I am the only one among you, the honorable Zhang family. "

Madam Zhang's words no longer have any enthusiasm, and there are many hidden thorns in them...

Zhang Qinghe didn't react when he heard this, and just took it as acquiescence - this woman seemed to have a grudge against the people coming from "Jiangzuo", but what was deeply hidden in her expression was that she was helpless when she saw the embarrassment. Just sad...

After all, he was a pitiful man. After all, Zhang Qing and Tianzi saw that this man was once an accomplished monk in the Only Realm.