"call……"
Lin Zhao also sat down in the rain. This battle was simple and short, but in just a short moment, Lin Zhao almost tried his best, using everything he could, and cooperated with Xu Mingan's Taoist attacks.
, it was only then that the old fox could be killed. If the old fox did not die, Xu Mingan would always be in danger.
"Lin Zhao."
Xu Mingan looked up at him and said, "Are you okay?"
"fine."
Lin Zhao patted his butt and stood up from the rain, and came to the corpse of the old fox in the Nascent Soul Realm. He was not interested in this corpse, and the smell was too great, so he picked up the storage bag left by the Nascent Soul Realm demon fox.
, after weighing it up, he said: "Let's go back and take shelter from the rain. By the way, we can see what kind of family background this Nascent Soul Realm demon fox has."
"Um."
The two returned to the ruined temple, and Lin Zhao poured things out of the storage bag. The treasures of the Nascent Soul Realm Demon Fox were not too many, but not many. There were 27 golden mullet coins, flying fish coins,
There is also a pile of green clam money, and there are also several magic weapons. Among them is a wine gourd that glows with moonlight in the dark. It contains wine brewed by the demon clan and contains a golden elixir realm demon elixir.
, it must be the result of the Yuanying demon fox’s cannibalism, and the wine in this gourd must be very nourishing!
Unfortunately, Lin Zhao is a player, and this thing is of little use to him, so he threw the wine gourd directly to Xu Mingan and said: "Most of the mountains in the north are very cold, take this, and use it when you go down the mountain in winter.
Wine, when it’s cold, take a sip of wine to keep out the cold, it’s better than shivering alone in a Taoist temple.”
"..."
Although Xu Mingan has very little experience in the world, he also knows that this wine gourd must be a treasure, perhaps the best treasure for this Yuanying realm monster monk. Lin Zhao met him by chance, and not only saved him in the battle just now.
Life, but also gave such treasures directly to himself, what is a life-changing friendship, the young Taoist thought in his heart that this was it.
"Lin Zhao."
Xu Ming'an frowned and said: "It's not easy for you to travel around the world by yourself. It's better for you to hold these things. Besides, I heard those people in the world said that even the sword immortals in the sky cannot do without fine wine. Lin Zhao, you are also a sword immortal."
, this gourd is a perfect match for you, so I won’t take away anyone’s love.”
"What are you talking about?"
Lin Zhao laughed angrily and said: "There is an Eighth Realm Demonic Pill soaked in this broken wine gourd. Although the warm and nourishing spiritual energy is very abundant, does my dignified Jindan Sword Cultivator need these external objects to assist in his practice? No,
On the other hand, it's you. Although you are a fifth-level monk now, your foundation is not solid. The spiritual energy of this demon pill soaked in wine is abundant. After you drink it, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort in cultivating Taoism. Besides, you, Xu Ming'an, are guarding a shabby building.
If you have any family background in the Taoist temple, take it, my family background is much richer than yours."
Xu Mingan scratched his head: "Then...then thank you."
"You are welcome."
Lin Zhao smiled, put all the coins of the Nascent Soul Realm demon fox on the wooden board, and then divided them with a bamboo branch, one by one for you, and finally shared the gold mullet coins, flying fish coins and green coins with Xu Ming'an.
As for the money, in fact, Lin Zhao is the master of the Snowy Tianchi, so he does not need this amount of money at all, but he still has to divide it to make Xu Ming'an feel at ease, otherwise he will feel guilty if he takes a lot of things.
After a while, the things were divided and most of them were given to Xu Ming'an. Lin Zhao took some gold mullet money as a token of appreciation.
The two of them lay down to rest with their swords on their pillows.
"Xu Ming'an." Lin Zhao suddenly shouted.
"Um."
Xu Mingan looked at the roof of the ruined temple and said, "Lin Zhao, what's going on?"
"Hidden your true sword."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "You can learn from me and wrap the entire sword with a piece of rag so that it won't attract anyone's attention. Just change it to a sharp long sword when walking around the world. This
The Zhenwu Sword was passed down from your master, and it may contain some secrets, but it is not as simple as you think. You must learn to hide the edge to better protect yourself."
"knew."
Although Xu Mingan is only sixteen years old, he has lived alone for nearly ten years, crawling around in the mountains. What kind of desperate situation has he not experienced? Now that Lin Zhao understands everything, he naturally knows that Lin Zhao is doing it for his own good.
, so he immediately sat up, took out a rag from his bag, tore it up, and wrapped the Zhenwu sword, just like the one Lin Zhao was carrying behind his back.
…
Soon after, Xu Mingan fell into sleep, while Lin Zhao went offline and slept for three hours, and then went online again. It was already dark when he went online, so he made a simple torch, woke up Xu Mingan, and called Wang Yue, and they were together.
They set out on the road under the clear moonlight. The journey was still the same as before. Whenever they encountered corpses on the roadside along the way, they would help bury them. In addition, Lin Zhao would burn a tracking charm every once in a while to search for the lonely ghosts in the mountains and forests.
After that, it depends on the other person’s wishes. If he wants to be saved, then he will be saved and reincarnated. If he doesn’t want to be saved, don’t force him.
Along the way, Xu Mingan didn't talk much, and Lin Zhao didn't talk much, but the two of them had a tacit understanding and kept doing practical things.
One early morning not long after, after climbing dozens of mountains, the three of them arrived at a towering mountain. When the three of them stepped onto the top of the mountain, the magnificent scene of rivers and mountains came into view. At this moment, it started raining again in the sky.
The drizzle is drizzling, now is the plum rain season in the human world, and the rain is indeed abundant.
Lin Zhao looked up at the sky. Rain kept dripping down from the towering tree crowns. He couldn't help but smile. A hundred years ago, the sages of the sea of heavens froze the world. In those days, even during the rainy season, the whole world was still frozen.
There has been heavy snowfall, and the world today is different. After this abundant rain, all things grow, and the vitality between heaven and earth is far beyond what it could be compared to a hundred years ago.
"It's raining..."
Xu Ming'an took out the bamboo hat he made a few days ago to protect himself from the rain, and said with a smile: "It's almost dawn, shouldn't it be time to find a place to take shelter from the rain."
"Um."
Lin Zhao stretched out his hand and pointed ahead. The small map showed a mountain village called Qinghe Village in the mountains ahead. He said, "There is a family over there. Let's go and take a look."
"okay!"
The three of them braved the rain and stepped on the slippery rocks to go down the mountain. Fortunately, they were all good at walking and walking up the mountain without any problems.
When a few people arrived at Qinghe Village, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost a heavy rain. Lin Zhao walked at the front, came to a thatched house, and knocked on the wooden door. Soon after, an old man opened the door.
Almost without thinking, he said: "It's raining so heavily, where did you come from? Come in and take shelter from the rain."
"Thank you, old man!"
Lin Zhao smiled and nodded, and entered the hut one after another with Xu Ming'an. The old man did not notice when Wang Yue walked in together. Ordinary humans cannot see ghosts.
The old man held a bundle of firewood, lit a fire in the brazier in the house, and said, "Hurry up and warm up your clothes. It's still very cold today, but don't catch the wind and cold."
"Thank you, old man!"
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Old man, are you alone?"
"Um."
The old man smiled: "Where are you from?"
"North."
Xu Mingan bowed his head and said: "I am a Taoist priest from Wuji Temple in the North Mountain. My name is Xu Mingan."
Lin Zhaodao: "I am a knight-errant who travels from north to south. My name is Lin Zhao."
"That's it..."
The old man smiled and said: "My surname is Qin. People in the village call me Old Man Qin. I used to have an old lady, but she left ten years ago and now I live alone. Don't worry, you can take shelter here from the rain. Are you hungry?
Ah? I'll make you something to eat."
"No, don't bother, Grandpa Qin."
Xu Ming'an grew up in the mountains since he was a child. He has a natural affinity for these simple mountain people, so he has a very sweet mouth. This call of Grandpa Qin made old Qin feel happy. Moreover, the two young men who passed by for shelter today were more and more excited.
He is good-looking, even if the Taoist priest is very handsome, even the young swordsman cultivator is extremely elegant and handsome, which is really rare.
Old Man Qin was very happy. If only he really had two grandsons, his life would not have been in vain. Then the old woman’s spirit in heaven would be so happy!
So, Lin Zhao and Xu Mingan were warming themselves by the fire, while Old Man Qin started to get busy. First, he took out a wild pheasant from the cage in the hut. There were three wild pheasants in the cage, two large and one small. They should have been caught by the hunters in the village. Qin
The old man killed the largest wild pheasant and cooked it for the two young monks. After finishing the chicken, he put on a raincoat and rushed into the heavy rain.
Not long after, Old Man Qin returned, holding a handful of onions and garlic in his left hand, and three mountain potato stems and leaves in his right hand. Under the roots were all fruits like wind chimes. These potatoes were originally wild in the mountains, and the mountain people
After learning to plant, they have been passed down from generation to generation. Each potato is not big, the largest is only as big as an egg, but it has a soft, chewy texture and is very delicious.
"Grandpa Qin..."
Lin Zhao looked at the ingredients in Old Man Qin's hands, not to mention how embarrassed he was, and said: "Can we pick these things... It's so embarrassing for you to be so busy at your age!"
"What's there to be embarrassed about!"
Old Man Qin smiled and said: "Our Qinghe Village is like a paradise among the scholars in the Shang Dynasty. Normally, others can't find it even if they want to find it. It's fate that you two can bump into it. Don't worry.
Warm yourself by the fire, grandpa will cook you a delicious meal, take a nap after eating, have a good rest, and wait for the rain to stop before you hit the road."
For a moment, Lin Zhao and Xu Mingan looked embarrassed, and then said together: "Thank you, Grandpa Qin..."
Old man Qin felt as if he had eaten honey, not to mention how happy he felt.
Not long after, Old Man Qin lit a fire to cook. What he cooked was wild pheasant meat stewed with potatoes. When the aroma of the stew filled the air, sheets of bread were pasted on the side of the pot. For a while, the whole room was filled with refreshing food.
The aroma was so delicious that even Lin Zhao and Xu Mingan were not very hungry, but they still felt that they could eat a big bowl.
…
Outside, it's raining heavily.
While smelling the aroma of stewed pheasant with potatoes, Lin Zhao glanced at the mountains in the south and couldn't help frowning. In the inner lake of Jindan Sword Cultivator, he clearly felt a wisp of spiritual energy in the wind and rain.
Ups and downs.
This chapter has been completed!