In the middle of winter, the weather is extremely cold.
A small piece of snowflake fell silently. An Qingli did not raise his eyes to watch. He only raised his hand to gently catch it. The small piece of snowflake fell slowly, impartially, and landed just on the tip of An Qingli's index finger.
When you reach the middle stage of foundation building, you can hear the sound of falling snow.
The journey of cultivating Taoism is indeed wonderful and full of surprises.
"It's starting to snow again."
The breath turned into frost and it was getting late. An Qingli released his spiritual consciousness and found a temple in front of him. He used his light body technique and hurried over.
This temple is in the suburbs and is not considered dilapidated. It was just occupied by a group of refugees after the ghosts and butterflies caused chaos.
This group of refugees' hometown was hit by floods. They heard that the Kingdom of the Holy Son was vast and sparsely populated, so they trudged for several months to get here.
Moreover, there were quite a few bald heads among the hundreds of refugees. They must have heard that bald heads were well protected in the Kingdom of the Holy Son, so they specially shaved their heads and came to surrender.
An Qingli took off the bamboo hat on her head, revealing a face covered in dust. She was already an ordinary middle-aged female casual cultivator, and her cultivation level was also low, and she was only in the early stages of Qi training.
Despite this, more than a dozen spiritual consciousnesses quickly swept over, but seeing that An Qingli was only at the third level of Qi training and didn't have any heavy treasures with him, he didn't take it seriously.
An Qingli didn't intend to expose his cultivation, so he looked around with his eyes. In addition to the hungry and cold refugees, there were also a few real walking monks, and there were also several Taoist monks.
There are actually a few familiar faces among those Taoist monks.
An Qingli recognized Yue Hongyun. The fourth purple Yue Hongyun was so rare that the little Pegasus could recognize him at a glance even if he was already in the crowd.
Yue Hongyun's dual spirit root value is not too outstanding, but he has also reached the middle stage of foundation building.
An Qingjin is also there. He already has a single-gold spiritual root, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building.
There are also several disciples from the Anyue family, three boys and two girls, all in the foundation-building stage, and one or two rounds older than An Qingli.
However, none of the Anyue disciples wore sect attire. They were all dressed as casual cultivators, and they were dressed quite downcast, with messy buns, mud on their faces, and their whole bodies were deliberately pretending to be tired.
An Qingli understood clearly that this group of sect disciples did not come to the Kingdom of the Holy Child to escape and settle down. They probably formed a team to practice.
I don't know what secrets are hidden among these refugees, which would make the disciples of Anyue and Yue hide their faces and follow them closely.
"Why is An Qingjin here? This is the territory of Buddhist cultivators." Lei Yihu said in the spirit beast bag, "Do you want to say hello to that kid?"
"There's no rush." An Qingli looked as usual, sitting cross-legged in the corner.
When An Qingli entered the temple, An Qingjin looked at An Qingli warily, and then sat cross-legged in silence without any movement.
The two disciples of Anyue and Yue were sitting quietly together, and sitting quietly on the left hand side of An Qingjin was a beautiful female disciple of the Yue family.
Little Pegasus and Little Huzi began to bet in the spirit beast bag, betting on whether the female disciple of the Yue family had a crush on An Qingjin.
An Qingjin now has a single golden spiritual root and is a direct disciple of Elder Yuanying, and the An family is also prosperous. In addition, An Qingjin has a strong body, strong muscles, and a masculine and handsome face, so the market has been rising all the way.
There were female disciples in the sect who took the initiative to show their favor to An Qingjin. It was normal. It was strange for young talents not to be shown favor by the opposite sex. Moreover, the sect also encouraged its disciples to practice dual cultivation.
But An Qingjin made it clear that he would not consider getting married before forming a pill.
"Master, what do you think? Is there any drama between the two of them?" The two little ones were not easy to deal with in the first place, but now that they are in the same spirit beast bag, they can't help but quarrel and quarrel.
An Qingli glanced at the seven people who were sitting cross-legged in silence, and said calmly: "The daughter of the Yue family does not get close to the Yue family, nor does she get close to the female disciples of the An family, but she just sits next to her cousin. What else is there to say? I understand it tacitly."
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The little Pegasus shook its head proudly, and it turned out that it was indeed very discerning.
Little Huzi lost the bet because he didn't know much about the other people and didn't know who his family was.
Xiao Lingxi asked with concern: "What about An Qingjin? What does he think of the female disciple of the Yue family?"
An Qingli said: "Look, my cousin is turning slightly sideways, with his left shoulder forward, obviously showing some avoidance."
Xiao Huzi snorted: "That's because I didn't take it seriously."
An Qingli agreed: "When building roads, An Qingjin prefers to walk alone and does not want to be hindered. If he is still the young patriarch of the An family, he may choose a well-matched person at the right time."
The female disciple of the Yue family quietly moved closer to An Qingjin, and An Qingjin suddenly stood up.
Many people's eyes were focused on An Qingjin.
An Qingjin went out as if nothing had happened, played a few sets of boxing in the snow, and then returned to the temple.
The female disciple of the Yue family was already sitting with the Yue family.
An Qingjin sat back down again, and was teased by a male disciple of the An family, teasing him for not understanding the charm.
Several fires were lit in the ruined temple.
The firelight shines on people's faces, flickering brightly and dimly.
An Qingli raised the corners of his mouth, holding back a smile.
Many people who came here also smiled and said nothing.
Although the girl was in a state of embarrassment at this time, even her face was muddy, and she did not want to show her true face, her figure was graceful, and she had an indescribable temperament, especially for a cultivator.
The young man who went out to box was somewhat ignorant.
But the girl was not alone. The male disciples of the An family of the Yue family all sent messages to comfort her.
There were also a few noble gentlemen in distress who took the initiative to take a few steps to ask for help.
The daughter-in-law who was rejected by An Qingjin was like a beautiful jade covered with dust in the eyes of those worldly nobles, so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat wildly.
It was snowing and windy at night.
Many people in distress cuddled together, falling asleep sleepily with hope.
After tonight, if you walk for a day or two, you will reach the territory of the Kingdom of the Holy Son.
Just go to the Kingdom of the Holy Son and everything will be fine.
There will be new fields and new land by then. I heard from the eminent monks from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple that there are ready-made houses in Shengzi Kingdom. You can live in them directly and no longer have to worry about being flooded or rained.
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An Qingli also closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to sleep.
Several walking monks were also drowsy.
The Anyue family were also tired and rested with their eyes closed. Everyone else looked groggy. They seemed too out of place if they straightened their backs and meditated.
The whole temple became quiet, as if there was only the sound of burning firewood.
Some people closed their eyes, but their hands moved in their sleeves, and colorless and odorless medicinal powder spread quietly in the air.
As an alchemist, An Qingli is so keen, not to mention the little Lingxi who likes to swallow poison the most.
"Hold your breath, finally take action!"
Yue Hongyun sent a message to several people around him. They dressed up as monks in distress who did not dare to show their faces too much. They followed this group of refugees for a month or two. Seeing that they were about to reach the foot of Foshan, some people couldn't help it and finally took action.