The indescribable Taoist Lord

In the bitter cold, the days passed extremely slowly. As the winter gradually deepened, although the snow stopped falling, the chill accumulated extremely heavy. Even though Xian Tang tried its best to relieve the disaster and even used the power of the practitioners, it was still somewhat powerless. .

The Northern Wilderness is already bitterly cold, and this year it has become even more difficult. The monks who are going up to the middle three realms should not act rashly - these days of cold and suffering are "natural". If they change it without authorization, it will hinder their own path.

The New Year's Eve in Zhangjiacun has become less difficult because of the changes brought by Zhang Qinghe. The speed of time is also changing. The change in Zhangjiacun is not only the arrival of two strangers, but also the addition of oneself. The school has plenty of food.

Change is always good, and with change, life seems to get faster.

"The Hidden Village may be arriving soon."

Zhang Wangxing flew all the way in the form of a rainbow. When he saw the frozen Weishui River and the villages around Lantian, he felt a little sad - all he saw were dumb and silent faces, being blown away by the cold wind like a knife. Cut out mottled chilblains.

On the one hand, he was surprised that there was such a remote area around Chang'an City, but on the other hand, he still had some pity in his heart. Seven hundred years of practice have made his heart a little hard, but he is still a human being, so he can't bear to see or hear - he is afraid of being moved, and then becomes an obstacle on the road.

Zhangjiacun is indeed remote, hidden in a small valley. Although it is clearly under the jurisdiction of Lantian, it is the northernmost part of this small county, with vast mountains behind it. The Zhang family are very smart and built a small village silently in this secluded place, so that the Zhang family's work and life are no different from ordinary people, and they can live a good life as ordinary people.

"According to the tribe's road guide, you can cross the Wei River and enter the Mangqiu wasteland, and then you can see the valley, and then you can reach the hidden village."

Zhang Wangxing thought carefully, looked at the light spots on the jade slips leading to the road, and then compared the mountains in the distance. Although he is a cave, his soul cannot cover such a large area after all. In the final analysis, he still has to follow the path.

But there was a problem - when he was about to find a way, he accidentally discovered that he was a road addict.

"Hidden Village is different from ordinary villages. I have to go within ten miles of Hidden Village to sense where the village is."

Zhang Wangxing felt quite distressed.

This is a deliberate arrangement within the family. It only confuses the monks' soul detection, but does not target mortals. In fact, it is more aimed at evil spirits.

This is also the reason why the clan received a message a while ago that the evil spirit was looking for hidden villages in Lantian, but they could only explore each village one by one.

"However, the clan elder openly and honestly calls the hidden village Zhangjiacun. Although it is somewhat intended to fool people and rule out suspicion, people with serious intentions will not give up the investigation, right?"

Zhang Wangxing is only seven hundred years old, and he is expected to break into the Hungong. Now that he is still in his prime, he naturally has to be at the mercy of the Hungong ancestors in his family. His thoughts were in turmoil when suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw three small black dots on the Weishui River and flew down...

"Sir, I've finished writing it five times today."

Zhang San squatted on the snow, wearing a green coat with several patches that had been deliberately altered beyond recognition, and whispered to Zhang Qinghe, who was fishing with a green bamboo pole.

This time he learned a lesson and no longer dared to disturb his husband when he didn't catch any fish.

"Well, not bad, it's a stick of incense faster than the previous days."

Hearing this compliment, Zhang San showed a satisfied and shy smile on his face. However, after Zhang Qinghe finished saying this, his expression suddenly stiffened and turned into a bitter look——

"For being so familiar, I should reward you again today."

"good……"

The little child shook his somewhat stiff arms, turned around again, awkwardly began to pick up branches, and began to write and draw on the ground.

The Taiyin didn't show up today, and the one who looked at his gestures with curiosity was the little girl from the Zhao family in Tiannan.

Zhao Haitang is not much taller than Zhang San. He is already petite, and when mixed with children, he looks even more childish. If it weren't for the aura and vague madness surrounding her, even Zhang Lian would have thought she was just an ordinary little girl and wouldn't have thought she was as big as Zhang Qinghe.

When it comes to disturbing Zhang Qinghe, Zhao Haitang doesn't have so many scruples.

"Teacher, you've been fishing here all morning and you haven't seen half of the fish hooked on your hook?"

Zhao Haitang chuckled unscrupulously, and the sarcasm in his eyes was clearly revealed - this guy's indifferent attitude was really irritating.

"In such bitter cold weather, the catgut is short and only in shallow water. How can the fish take the bait? Do you know how to fish?"

Zhang Qinghe raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and he lifted the pole slightly, causing slight ripples on the water.

"Oh, Miss Haitang knows this too?"

"I liked it a lot when I was a kid."

Reminiscence flashed through Zhao Haitang's eyes, and in the deepest part of his eyes, which were exactly the same as Zhang Qinghe's, there was a flicker of depression, causing the stagnant water in the pool to stir up waves.

"I don't rely on the mountains, the mountains come to me. Silk silk has bait, and those who wish will come."

Zhang Qinghe straightened his neck and looked into the distance of the Weishui River. He could see some undercurrent surging beneath the fading waves of the water.

"Tch, just pretending."

Zhao Haitang rolled her eyes - she found that Zhang Qinghe had the power to arouse her emotions, which always made her mood unsettled for ten years.

Zhang San smiled when he heard this. He knew for sure that his husband was not lying. After all, the dragon that fell several feet long that day and the fog that filled the sky were all caused by a drop of blood between him.

"I want to see what you can catch."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Can Miss Haitang at Muramasa finish taking care of it?"

Zhang Qinghe said softly.

"I have washed my soul, and now I only know that you and I came together. There is no trace of the news that you mislead me before that I am from the Zhang family."

"Um."

Seeing Zhang Qinghe's cold reaction, a layer of frost formed on Zhao Haitang's face.

"Is there any restriction on the Zhang family's secrets?"

"Restriction, what restriction?" Zhao Haitang's expression changed and he looked at Zhang Qinghe pretending to be confused.

"Miss Haitang doesn't want to be the kind of person who doesn't try to find out the secrets while tampering with the memory of the soul."

"Hey, I thought you gentlemen would be quite resistant to this kind of thing."

"I wouldn't watch it myself."

Zhao Haitang seemed to understand something, stopped pretending, and smiled playfully.

"There are indeed restrictions. If you force the viewing, it will be destroyed, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

I thought you were different from those poor people before, but now it seems that it is true. You really don't know how to read, but you know how to use me to investigate. It's a good idea. "

"That's ridiculous."

Zhang Qinghe suddenly retracted his pole. The pole shook, but there was nothing on the steel hook on which the bait was hung.

"Didn't the girl say before that you won't catch anything if you see the mountain? Look, didn't you catch something now?"