The indescribable Taoist Lord

Although the only people in Zhangjia Village who knew the inside story seemed to be Lao Cunzheng and Zhang Lian, who happened to be monks who had or had practiced cultivation, Zhang Lian didn't seem to know that the rest of the Zhang family knew about it. Not surprisingly.

It's like... although this thing is kept tight-lipped in the clan, it is an established secret that is spread extremely widely - even in front of Zhang He that day, the old man did not shy away from saying it.

It can be seen from this that Zhang Qinghe has lived in the village for a long time and gained some knowledge and judgment when traveling abroad. Cunzheng will definitely talk to him about some taboos in the village.

For a smart person, as long as he has a close relationship with Lao Cunzheng and infers from a few words that someone is coming to "stay" for a long time, there is nothing wrong with him.

Zhang Qinghe said it very calmly and casually, and the more he became more carefree and indifferent, the pair would only look at themselves more and more, instead of being suspicious of a confident person.

Not to mention his natural temperament of being close to people.

"After Muramasa saw the immortal fighting skills in the past few days, he seemed to be worried. When he asked him, he said that he was fine and that someone from the village would come to deal with it soon.

Do you think this girl is an official from the Immortal Tang Dynasty? Or maybe he's Muramasa's friend?

It seems that the girl is very busy, but after such a big event, she should be more anxious when she comes, so that's okay. "

Zhang Qinghe handed the fishing rod to Zhang San and hung the empty fish basket around his neck, causing a clanging sound around the child.

Zhang San didn't have any burden. He naturally held the fishing rod that was much higher than himself and muttered.

Ever since he ran shirtless in the snow that day, Zhang Qinghe would give him a spoonful every day and let him run for half a day, making the playmates and children in the village laugh and start cheering after him. .

After such a long time, although his physique has improved and his strength has increased significantly, his body has also become rounder. Although he is still as cute as a porcelain doll, his whole body seems to be one size larger.

Zhao Haitang looked at a loss and followed the extremely handsome teacher unnaturally on the path into the valley. However, when he heard that the village leader of Zhangjia Village was very panicked when he saw the immortal fighting, and even contacted someone, his heart Shocked, his eyes rolled again, and the inexplicable meaning in his eyes became thicker.

She then started to follow Zhang Qinghe with determination -

There are so many monks coming and going in Zhongtian, and the so-called "immortal traces" can actually be seen everywhere. Although there was a lot of movement that night, after all, the battle between the destiny stars may be rare in a lifetime, but after all, ordinary villagers just knelt down a few times and it was over.

Nowadays, it is snowing heavily and it is impossible to get out of the carriage or horse. How can an ordinary person deliberately spread the news to the outside world? Even if it is reported to the government, why is it so urgent?

There is a problem, there is a problem in this village.

Zhao Haitang pursed her lips when she thought of this - since the cute and silly teacher in front of her felt that she had come here specially to deal with those days of fighting, she took the opportunity to recognize him.

Even if the real master comes and bumps into him, she won't be afraid. Zhongtian doesn't just compete with others with bigger fists. If he can beat him, he will hit him. If he can't beat him, he will run away. If she didn't go in, she would lose the clues to trace Zhao Zhi's death. If she went in, it would be a different story.

"Sir, you have a good eye."

Zhao Haitang smiled mysteriously and said that she originally had another reason - she was really curious about, or resonated with, this poor scholar whose world-weariness was deeply buried in her heart. If she decided to leave early, she would definitely keep this teacher by her side so that she could observe him for a few days and analyze him to see what kind of person he was that could have such a state of mind that was very similar to hers.

Zhao Haitang has determined that this village is related to Zhao Zhi's death. Although they belong to the same family, she does not care about the life and death of this descendant of the same clan. However, cultivation always requires resources, and she cannot shirk the obligations entrusted by her family.

She decided to follow the silly scholar into the village first and have some fun with him. If she was really tired, she would capture the old village masa and go straight into Niwan Palace to search for his soul.

Zhang Qinghe walked slowly to lead the way, and Zhang San also staggered. Fortunately, the village was not big, and it was not too far from the entrance of the valley. After a while, people could be seen.

"Young girl comes from a big place, so it's probably extremely rare to see a scene like this. The wind and snow cover the fence, and the yellow dog barks at the Jingmen. It has a unique flavor."

Zhao Haitang had no intention of listening to these nagging, and muttered in a coping manner - in her opinion, only the splashing pus and blood and the evil flesh and blood could bring her some slight pleasure and comfort. As for other things, how could they bring her some slight pleasure and comfort? Give her sensory stimulation in this boring world?

"Huh?"

Just as they arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhang Qinghe let out a light sigh and slowly stopped walking. Zhang San then looked at Zhang Qinghe and stopped his small steps.

Zhao Haitang was not surprised. Someone had been standing there for a long time in her soul, and there were quite a few of them.

"Why are you all running into the snow at the entrance of this village? It's freezing cold. How can I explain to your father and mother if you get frozen?

I turned on the stove in the house and quickly went back inside to play! "

Zhang Qinghe frowned, straightened his face, and pretended to reprimand, but in fact he was full of concern.

These were the dozen or so children who were practicing calligraphy in his place. Among them were some as old as Huniu and Gouzi, and some as young as Zhang San who could reach the age of enlightenment.

"Sir, you haven't taught us how to write the human character yet. We have tried to write it a lot, but it's all crooked and awkward."

Huniu is quite bold. She is a fat girl who can be considered fair. Her round face does not look too bloated, but she is very milky.

Only then did Zhang Qinghe take a closer look. There were many cloud seals in the shape of chicken claws scratched in the snow. It was unclear whether the "human" shape was visible. Some had a small beard, and some were stretched extremely long. Looks both funny and cute.

"Really well written."

Zhang Qinghe walked up to them and rubbed their little heads one by one. Zhang San saw it very unbalanced - why do I get rewarded with chestnuts on weekdays?

"I will teach you tomorrow. Sir, I was having fun today and went fishing on the edge of the Wei River. I'm sorry."

Zhang Qinghe's eyes became gentle, and he saw some shining things in these ordinary little dolls.

"What a beautiful lady!"

"Little sister...so beautiful!"

The dozen or so children felt quite sorry, but then turned their attention to Zhao Haitang.

The little girl in front of her has a delicate face. Although she seems not easy to get close to, it still made these children sigh with emotion.

On the contrary, Zhao Haitang seemed a little unbelievable...