If such masters were born in Yundutian, there would be nothing surprising.
Yun Dutian must have a deep meaning in purging the demons. The Fire Territory must prepare in advance and figure out Yun Dutian's intentions.
"Fellow Taoist Binder, you think too much."
Qin Sang didn't even look back and walked further and further away.
Fu Xiao looked at the retreating figure with hesitation on his face, but in the end he did not choose to catch up.
…
Soon after, the monks realized that the sand bandits that had been rampant in the past suddenly disappeared.
As the survivors were discovered and various news spread, the story of the Sand Bandits being uprooted gradually spread across the desert and even the Fire Territory.
Those with good intentions boldly explored the bandits' stronghold in the Three Mountains, and saw corpses lying on the ground, and the mountain walls covered with blood and guilt.
The sky is blue and the sun is bright, and it is as dark as the underworld.
These people hurried down the mountain after taking one look, not daring to stay too long. After returning, they always felt frightened when they thought about it.
Then news came out that some famous sects had internal thieves who had an affair with the Sand Bandits. They were also purged, and some even had their mountain gates disabled.
Most of these sects choose to close the mountain and keep it secret.
What is surprising is that there is no reaction from the three fire domain sects.
The turmoil gradually calmed down, and no one knew who was responsible from the beginning to the end.
After a long time, many monks were still grateful for the mysterious man's righteous deeds.
The tragic situation of the sand pirates frightened those with evil intentions. For a long time, no one dared to cause trouble in the desert, and the atmosphere in the world of immortality became very solemn.
It was not until a hundred years later that several waves of sand thieves appeared sporadically, and they were quickly wiped out by the joint efforts of the major immortal sects.
…
Walking through the desert and entering the Gobi, I finally saw a touch of green.
After passing the Gobi, there are undulating peaks and endless barren mountains. Not only are mortals unable to live here, but even the figures of immortal cultivators are rare.
A white cloud flew by leisurely.
Qin Sang stood in the clouds, looking at the scenery below, and suddenly said: "Look at the flow of these rivers. If you go a few hundred miles south, there will be people. Then we will find a boat and take the boat south."
Luohou didn't have any objections. After coming down the mountain, he always abided by his duties as a mount.
Suzaku suddenly became excited, flopping up and down, and kept asking, "Are there really so many delicious things in the world?"
Along the way, Qin Sang explained the world to Xiao Wu. He remembered that Xiao Wu was interested in the food at Juxian Tower, so he said a few more words.
Unexpectedly, Suzaku heard it.
"When it comes to fine seasonings and expensive ingredients, how can a mortal compare to a cultivator? But food is the most important thing for people, and different places have different customs and customs, which will always allow you to constantly discover new and novel things..."
As he spoke, white clouds passed over the mountains. Qin Sang noticed that the mountains in front gradually eased, the river opened up, and man-made fortifications began to appear on the river bank. He said: "There are people in front of us, let's go down."
Qin Sang used a blind trick, and the white clouds jumped forward, and then fell straight to a mountain road on the river bank.
The river is relatively gentle, and there is a simple wooden dock on each side of the river. The wooden piles soaked in the water have obvious signs of decay, and they look like they are old.
After landing from the pier, there is a main road extending towards the land, which becomes narrower as you go forward, and finally separates into several small roads and disappears into the mountains and forests.
There is a awning boat tied to each of the two docks, both of which are used to entertain guests. It seems that there is a clear division of labor.
The shipowner on the east side is a skinny old man, working his way up and down, busy moving materials to the ship, carrying water and cleaning. The shipowner on the west side is strong and strong, leaning on the bow of the ship, crossing his legs and squinting in the sun.
Before the boat sailed, there were customers waiting on the docks on both sides.
The old man kept apologizing to the guests and kept saying: "It's coming! It's coming!"
The guests naturally didn't mind, and some even took the initiative to help.
The strong man was too lazy to talk to the boat passengers, so there was no one to communicate with him. The boat passengers looked at the east coast with some envy.
A little closer to the side of the boat, you could smell the rancid smell inside, but you didn't dare to complain in front of the strong man, so you could only secretly cover your nose and worry about the next trip.
Qin Sang naturally chose the east boat, landed on a mountain road on the east coast, and led his horse on foot.
"Hey, a Taoist priest is here."
"Where did the Taoist priest come from here?"
"Oh, what a handsome girl, did you fall asleep on the horse?"
…
Qin Sang was talking among the boat passengers approaching the shore.
When Qin Sang came closer, the passengers on the boat stopped talking, showed kind smiles, and some even bowed irregularly.
There are gods and Taoists in the world, no matter whether they are capable or not, it will never go wrong to treat each other with courtesy.
Moreover, the Taoist priest in front of me has flowing sleeves and has a somewhat mundane temperament. Maybe he is really a master of Taoism.
"Boatman, my poor horse is a little tired, can you make a quick trip?"
Qin Sang asked warmly.
This awning boat is not small, and it is more than enough to accommodate a horse.
"this……"
The old man put down the firewood, rubbed his hands, and felt a little embarrassed, "I can waive the Taoist priest's boat fare for you, but this horse..."
Despite the fact that there are not many boat passengers now, there are only two boats going down the river from many docks along the way to Beikuo County.
People from both sides of the Taiwan Strait depend on them when entering the city, and it often gets crowded halfway through.
"There is no need to waive the boat fare. Let the horses rest. We will get off the boat when there are more people, okay?"
Qin Sang took out a few copper coins.
He had no copper coins, so he pinched a piece of silver and exchanged it from the old man's money box.
"Well, there's really no need for shipping fares!"
The old man refused to accept the offer.
Not long after, at three poles in the sun, the old man stacked the firewood neatly and called the passengers on board.
There were about the same number of people on both sides of the strait. When Qing Ma boarded the boat, the hull on this side had obviously sunk.
The owner of the boat on the west side untied the reins, held the oar, and rowed hard. The awning boat divided the water and broke the waves. The speed of the boat was comparable to that of a clipper, leaving a white line on the river, leaving them far behind.
The old man was not in a hurry, rowing slowly and talking and laughing with the boat passengers.
Everyone glanced at the stern of the boat from time to time. Qin Sang and Xiao Wu were sitting on the ground. Suzaku lay on Qin Sang's shoulder and dozed off, and the green horse stood aside.
Everyone would be curious about this combination, but no one dared to disturb it for fear of accidentally violating a Taoist taboo.
They have already acquiesced that Qin Sang is upright, otherwise how could he dare to walk around with a baby girl?
The river did not go straight south. After a while, it suddenly turned west. The river narrowed and the water became turbulent. This saved the old man some energy.
Soon, the second pier came into view.
There were only three people on the dock. There was a little boy about ten years old with a big bundle at his feet. When he saw the boat, he waved excitedly.
"Grandpa...Grandpa..."
The tender voice of a child came, and the old man had a smile on his face. He rowed a few times and quickly docked, "You'er, have you bought it?"
"Uh-huh!"
The little boy nodded vigorously, "Uncle Zhao said that the harvest has been good recently and he has made a lot of bacon. It smells so good!"
As he said this, the little boy picked up the heavy baggage and shouted, before waiting for the boat to reach a stable position, he jumped onto the boat in three steps and two steps at a time. The old man was so frightened that he quickly dropped his oar and stretched out his hand to hold on.
"Nonsense!"
The old man raised his hand as if to strike.
"whee……"
The little boy rushed into the cabin like a loach, and soon there were shouts and screams inside.
"Wow! Grandpa caught a lot of fish today..."
"Wow! There is also a yellow tooth!"
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had Huangyazi. The one last year was so fragrant and plump!”
…
The little boy yelled but moved quickly and tightly, carrying the boiler seasonings to the bow, taking the slaughtered fish from the fish basket, and then moving to the stern to carry firewood.
"Wow!"
Suddenly seeing a green horse, the little boy couldn't help shouting, "What a tall and mighty horse!"
What man wouldn't want to own a BMW, let alone such a majestic horse?
The little boy showed a fascinated expression and stared at Qingma in trance, and then he noticed Qin Sang and Xiao Wu.
When he saw Xiao Wu, the little boy was stunned again. He stared blankly for a while, and suddenly his face turned red. He picked up a bundle of firewood and ran back to the bow of the boat. He leaned next to his grandfather and pointed at the stern of the boat.
: "Grandpa, she...is she blind?"
The old man was startled again. He peeked and saw no reaction from the stern of the boat. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My eyes may be uncomfortable. Go and cook. Grandpa is hungry."
"oh!"
The little boy returned to the stove and started cooking skillfully. A man in Tsing Yi from the cabin went out to help.
They took a piece of bacon from the bag, washed it, sliced it, stirred out the grease, and stewed it with river fish in a pot. After a while, the aroma was fragrant.
When busy, the little boy would always peek towards the stern of the boat, unable to hide his little thoughts.
The passengers in the cabin all showed kind smiles, and the little boy who smiled blushed again and turned his back.
'Gululu...'
River fish bacon soup is tumbling in the pot.
Fresh river fish, mellow meat fat, and rich aroma float into the cabin and then to the stern.
Suzaku suddenly became energetic and stared straight at the bow of the ship, wishing he could just jump into the pot and grab a piece.
Xiaowu twitched his little nose and turned his head to look over, but there was no eager expression on his face, he just looked at it quietly.
"This is the fireworks in the world..."
Qin Sang looked at the rapidly passing mountain scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and sighed. He had forgotten the smell of fireworks in the world.
The boat passengers' appetites were aroused, and they took out the prepared dry food from their bags and nibbled on it with clear water.
At this time, the fish soup is ready.
The soup was stewed in a large iron pot, which was so full that the grandfather and grandson couldn't finish it.
The little boy took a bunch of large bamboo tubes from the side of the wupeng, filled them with fish soup, carefully brought them into the cabin, handed them to a timid little girl, and said crisply: "Sister, here you go."
"No no no..."
The little girl looked panicked and waved her hands repeatedly, trying to stand up, but she was afraid of knocking over the fish soup in the boy's hand.
"Drink! Uncle Chen is a good man. When he catches a lot of fish, he will make fish soup and drink it for free. There is a lot of soup. If there is not enough, don't fill it up."
The man in Tsing Yi also walked in with fish soup and distributed it to everyone with a smile, so that the little girl dared to reach out to take it.
There is not only fish soup in the bamboo tube, but also small fish the size of your thumb. Eat it with dry food. It is much more delicious than before.
The little boy took advantage of the opportunity of delivering soup and secretly looked at the stern of the boat. Suddenly he noticed that Xiao Wu was looking over. His face suddenly turned red again. With a shake of his hand, he almost spilled the fish soup, causing several screams.
Then the little boy realized that Xiao Wu might not be able to see it, but he was attracted by the smell of the fish soup.
"so poor."
The little boy was thinking to himself. Seeing that neither Qin Sang nor Xiao Wu took out the food, he rolled his eyes and quickly ran to the bow of the boat, grabbed his grandfather's clothes, stood up on tiptoes and whispered a few words.
Seeing his grandpa nodding, the little boy jumped up happily, immediately filled two tubes of fish soup, brought it to the stern of the boat, and placed it next to Qin Sang. Without saying a word, he ran back to the bow of the boat, took a bowl, and picked up the yellow tooth.
, licked his lips, gritted his teeth and put it all in, stuffed it full with bacon and fish, picked up two pieces of cake, and ran to bring them over, panting.
"Grandpa gave it to you, eat it."
The little boy didn't dare to look at Xiao Wu, so he said something to Qin Sang, turned around and ran away.
Suzaku's eyes were shining brightly. He was staring at a piece of bacon and was about to stick out his mouth. Qin Sang hit him on the head and kept chirping.
Qin Sang picked up the bowl, took Xiao Wu, and walked to the bow of the boat.
The little boy was devouring the cake, lowering his head and taking small bites of the cake.
"Thank you boatman."
Qin Sang cupped his hands and thanked him. Seeing the old man waving his hands repeatedly, he smiled and said, "The boatman has good intentions, but the poor man is disrespectful. But how can meat be without wine? The poor man brought some turbid wine, so the boatman must not dislike it."
As he spoke, Qin Sang reached into his arms and took out a wine gourd as if by magic, picked up two thin bamboo tubes, filled the wine gourd, and handed it to the old man.
"How does this make..."
The aroma of the wine was really tempting. The old man carefully took the bamboo tube and took a sip. Suddenly, he felt a heat flowing through his limbs and bones. His body became three points lighter. The accumulated cold air seemed to have been washed away after sailing on the river all year round.
"Good wine! This wine...isn't cheap?"
The old man asked in a low voice.
"The poor Taoist travels far and wide. He must warm himself with wine when he is on the road. He picked some herbs and brewed some at no cost." Qin Sang added a piece of bacon to Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu chewed it gently and tasted this kind of bijuxianlou.
Rough but different flavor.
"Yeah! It's medicinal wine," the old man looked at his grandson, a little reluctant to drink it.
If my grandson takes over this business in the future, with this kind of wine to ward off the cold, he won't have to suffer from the root causes of illness like him.
"This wine is not strong, even children can drink it. It can strengthen the body. Sip a little at a time." Qin Sang stood up, picked up an empty water bag, and filled it with wine. "No one has ever appreciated the poor Taoist spirit."
Since the boatman likes the craftsmanship, I will give you some more."
"That's enough! That's enough! Thank you, Taoist priest! Thank you, Taoist priest!" The old man was flattered.
The little boy had no interest in wine and ate it in big gulps. Xiaowu sat across from him and became bolder as time went by. "Have you finished eating? Grandpa bought me a lot of toys in the city, do you want to play with them?"
?”
"Play?"
Xiao Wu raised his head, showing confusion.
"Go ahead, do whatever he does," Qin Sang touched Xiao Wu's head.
Xiaowu stood up obediently, and the little boy took out a treasure box from the cabin, filled with all kinds of toys.
While Qin Sang was talking to the old man about the world in the countryside, he kept an eye on Xiao Wu.
"This! Isn't this... fun for you?"
The little boy was so excited that he took out all the toys and taught Xiao Wu how to play with them.
Xiaowu's expression was always very dull. Even after rummaging through all the toys, she couldn't make her smile.
The little boy couldn't help but scratch his head and saw a bamboo harpoon tied to a rope by the side of the boat. His eyes lit up and he pulled Xiao Wu's sleeve and ran to the side of the boat.
"My grandpa made this for me with his own hands, and it caught several fish!"
'Wow!'
The harpoon entered the water and, as expected, came up empty.
The little boy pulled the harpoon back and handed it to Xiao Wu to hold. He pointed the direction and stared at the river with sharp eyes, "I tell you to let it go, then you let it go... let it go!"
'puff!'
The river turned up with blood.
The little boy opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened.
Xiaowu's little face faced the sun, and there seemed to be a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, pure and flawless.