The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Officer! It's freezing cold, why are you running up this hillside?"

Zhang San trotted all the way. The earth and rocks in the mountains seemed a bit difficult for his young body. He climbed up "over the mountains and ridges", panting and looking very cute.

"Oh, why did you take off your clothes? If you go to such trouble, I'm afraid..."

However, he stopped speaking in the middle of the sentence - he thought of Zhang Qinghe's casualness and disdain floating in the Wei River, as if the river could not sink him no matter how hard it tossed.

Even if the person's heart is dying.

Zhang Qinghe raised his head slightly and looked into the distance——

"Look, that team."

Zhang San followed what Zhang Qinghe pointed and looked down. He saw a group of chariots and horses walking slowly on the snowy field. Several of them seemed to be able to keep out the cold, and were driven by hybrid monsters with a few traces of monster blood. The naked bicycle frame is already a rare sight in this impoverished land.

"So... so angry."

Zhang San was stunned. In his eyes, those chariots and horses that seemed to be taller than people were something he had never seen before and only existed in Zhang He's mouth.

After all, not all Zhijinwu are practitioners. These "gods" are actually quite far away from the real people at the bottom.

Although things related to spiritual practice are common, who can come to this Horn Gada?

Zhang Qinghe didn't say anything. He didn't want to laugh at the boy. The little fish in the ditch would always tremble when they jumped up and looked at the sky.

"That's probably the Wishful Class."

Zhang Qinghe reminded him timely.

"Ru... Ruyi class?!"

The little boy turned to look at Zhang Qinghe, then said in surprise to himself——

"The Ruyi class actually came early, much earlier than expected!"

The boy then looked at the team of people with great expectations, cheered and even jumped a little. It wasn't until a while that he remembered the real thing.

Zhang Qinghe had been looking at him calmly without reminding him until Zhang San scratched his head, looked at the sunset, and suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Oh... Mr. Muramasa asked me to invite officials to his house for a banquet, but I almost forgot.

It's really getting late. Officer, please come down the mountain with me! "

Zhang Qinghe nodded slightly when he heard the words, and with a little movement of his hand, the jade slip hidden by Taiyin Star Lord was put into his sleeve, and then put into the mysterious bag.

Naturally, this process is invisible to Zhang San.

He only felt that Zhang Qinghe made a somewhat redundant action, which was quite strange, but he didn't think much about it——

Today is a great day, and you may not be able to eat some meat easily on weekdays, but looking at Muramasa's posture, it seems that a table has been set up.

The happiness of young people, especially Zhang San'er, is very simple. If they can eat well, they will be extremely happy. If they can eat well, they will be extremely happy.

"The younger generation is here! Sit down quickly, sit down quickly!"

Zhang He saw the two people walking in the snow from afar in the twilight. With his big, calloused hands, he slapped the unstable chairs and stools until they creaked. Lao Cunzheng also lit a fire in the main room. The wood burned brightly inside.

Although their yard is a bit wider, it is not much different from many other houses in the village, and it still looks a bit crude.

"Thank you."

Zhang Qinghe cupped his hands and smiled with all his strength.

Lao Cunzheng suddenly felt that the things in Zhang Qinghe's eyes seemed to be a little more dispersed than before, and they were not diffused, but seemed to be connected to many things, so he decided to move forward carrying this burden for the time being.

This is the same as eating when you are hungry and adding clothes when you are cold. Out of the instinct of survival, you are gradually getting warmer.

"When I first met the noble man, he seemed to be a bit frozen and shivering, but now he has come around."

Muramasa went out to meet him and led Zhang Qinghe to sit down.

"It's just a coincidence that the young man in the village has been scraping together a lot of materials to welcome Ruyiban in the past few days. Datong and Tuzi worked together to kill a wild boar.

It just so happens that after all the arrangements have been made today, there is still some left over to wash away the dust for the guests. "

Zhang He slowly explained.

"Master Murakami, just now I followed Zhang Guanren to look at Xiqiu, and I saw a group of impressive people and horses, taller than one person, and the magical horse was dragging the carriage like that. I'm afraid the Ruyiban is coming to our village!"

Zhang San seemed excited when he heard others mention this "Ruyi Class" and couldn't help but tell him what he had just discovered.

"Oh... Your surname is also Zhang. How did Xiaosan'er know that?"

Old Cunzheng was paying attention to something else. He squinted his eyes, looked at Zhang Qinghe vaguely, and then asked Zhang San kindly and kindly.

Zhang San was not stupid, and he immediately realized that Muramasa's reaction was a bit strange. However, it was naturally his original intention to explore the truth. He was originally curious about the conversation between his mother and Zhang Qinghe, so he pretended to be childish and innocent and said honestly - —

"My mother said so."

Zhang Qinghe Wen Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang San sitting next to him, and casually gave him a chestnut, but he still didn't show too much redundancy on his face.

"My lord, I am afraid that you are wrong. You are not from Chang'an, but from Jiangzuo."

Old Muramasa's eyes became wary for a moment, but his years of experience told him that the deadness and old-fashioned look in this young man's eyes did not seem to be fake. He had really run into trouble and fled here, rather than intentionally going to this place on the Wei River. Run to an inconspicuous little village.

"No...it's not right, otherwise why would you be so dishonorable? However, although Miss Lian has a hot temper, she will not overestimate her own bloodline. Could it be that...the guest also fled from Jiangzuo?"

Zhang Qinghe looked at this octogenarian old man. The first time he saw this old villager, the emperor looked at his aura and noticed the aura flowing around him - this was a Taoist monk.

However, even Daoji, who is at the first level of cultivation and is worthy of induction, is not something such a poor village can have, and a village with Daoji monks in charge should not live in such poverty.

Jiangzuo Zhang family...

Zhang Qinghe silently murmured these two words in his heart, as if all the luck and misfortune of the Zhang family in Lantian were caused by this near-immortal family.

He wanted to explore more, so he accepted the matter and avoided the topic -

"Zhang San saves me, and I save Zhang San's mother. This is fair."

Seeing the strange atmosphere between his father and Zhang Qinghe, Zhang He raised his wine cup with a smile on his face: "It's okay for young people to be polite. My father, you are the same. If you don't use chopsticks, how can young people dare to drink and eat food?" ah!"

He originally wanted to calm down, but what he received was scolding and slap from his father.

"What young man, why don't you call me a young man again?

I didn’t know it before, but you were just yelling along with those two disrespectful idle men from Tuzi Datong. This is a noble person from the clan. In terms of seniority, you must at least be called uncle! "