It is strange that Qingshui Mountain has such a down-to-earth name even though it looks like a fairy mountain with clouds and mist starting from the middle of the mountain.
However, the origin of the mountain's name has been nowhere to be studied. Among today's public, this place has had such a name since it can be remembered.
Qingshui Mountain is so big that you can build dozens of cities on it without any problem. There are also a lot of mountains on the mountain.
In fact, there are indeed many "cities" built on Qingshui Mountain, but these "cities" do not belong to any court, but to each sect.
Each sect has its own rules. Besides, sects are all places that teach people their skills. Regardless of whether the skill is good or bad, it takes time and energy to learn it. Therefore, most of the sects on the mountain don't know how to do it.
having too much entertainment;
Moreover, the products produced by each sect are different, and those who seek each other must have a place to trade;
Furthermore, if outsiders come looking for people from a certain sect, Qingshui Mountain is not an easy place to go up, so these people also need a place to rest after reaching the foot of the mountain.
In summary, all the above reasons combined, and gradually, a Qingshui City was built at the foot of the mountain.
The Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th every year is the most lively day in Qingshui City. Not only are there activities such as guessing lanterns and setting off lanterns, but also various sects will do it on this day either to make a small amount of money or to
In order to increase visibility and other reasons, we also organize some corresponding activities.
Tomorrow is August 15th, and today is the last day to prepare for tomorrow. The city is full of anxious and busy people, and there are many shops.
However, among all the shops opened by sects in the city, there is such a strange shop that stands out from the crowd.
Not to mention that the entrance was not decorated with lights and decorations in a festive atmosphere like other shops, and the people inside the shop did not seem to be busy preparing for the festival at all. On the contrary, everyone was lazier than the other, either sitting or slumped.
, there is even one who is sleeping in the private room upstairs.
The door opened with a creak, and a cute young man with sleepy eyes and a round face, with his head on his head and his eyes showing that he had not yet woken up, walked with the same steps that looked like he was not awake.
Come in.
"Uncle Master Bao, uncle Bao, it's time to get up. Master said that it is our turn this year, so we still have to show off."
After saying that, he yawned in a very sleepy manner.
In the private room, the imperial concubine leaned against the window. A petite figure was sleeping soundly wrapped in a thin quilt made of light purple flowing gold silk.
He wanted to ask why he could tell that the figure was sleeping soundly even though his back was turned to him.
Haha, their treasure master uncle never slept without sweetness.
Qinglian didn't dare to disrespect this young but senior man, so he could only stand by the bed and quietly set off the alarm clock.
"Uncle Master Bao, great uncle Bao Master."
no response.
"Uncle Master Bao, Master is here."
Still no response.
"Uncle Master Bao, Master Taizu is here."
Still no response.
"Uncle Bao Shi, Senior Sister Qing is here."
A carp jumped straight up. It was really jumping. I don't know how this person did it. She was lying on her side facing the window just now. In the blink of an eye, she had already sat on the edge of the bed.
"Quickly, put on my shoes quickly."
Qinglian looked at her dumbfounded and did not come back to her senses for a long time.
In ancient times, there was a saying to praise a beautiful woman, and use the word "love the country and a city"; to describe the four beauties, they were like a sinking fish and a wild goose, and the moon was shy of the flowers; but Qinglian felt that these were not enough to describe their treasure master uncle.
What should I say when someone is nice? Any word of praise placed on her feels particularly inadequate or even blasphemous.
This is not the first time that Qinglian has met Uncle Bao Shi. In their lineage, he is still the one who sees Uncle Bao Master most often. But every time he sees him, Qing Lian still feels as if his soul has been taken away.
So shocked.
Yes, shocking, not appreciative or envious.
Appearances are also divided into levels. When this level reaches a certain level, when you see it, you will just look up in shame and cannot think of any dirty thoughts at all.
"What are you doing? Put on shoes." A small, white and tender foot slightly kicked Qinglian's calf.
He was obviously angry, but his soft and charming voice didn't sound like he was angry at all. I just felt that the other person was acting coquettishly.
Qinglian's face suddenly turned red, and his ears were so red that they seemed to be bleeding. He even felt that the place on the back of his calf where Uncle Bao had just kicked him was so hot that it seemed to be burning.
However, he was also kicked awake, and he knelt down to honor his master and uncle, "Yes."
Not daring to touch Uncle Bao's noble skin, Qinglian paid special attention to putting on his socks, and then carefully put on his embroidered shoes with uppers inlaid with gems and pearls.
Just by looking at these shoes, which have the word "expensive" on them at a glance, you can tell how precious this treasure master's uncle is.
When Uncle Bao stood up after putting on his shoes, Qinglian consciously went to fetch the clothes hanging on the screen and put them on for him.
"Qing Qing is really here?"
She was so sleepy just now that she didn't react for a while, but now she woke up and knew that it was Qing Lian, that brat, who was deceiving her.
Qingqing is the only disciple in the sect who is good at cooking. Uh, well, Qingqing is the only disciple in the sect who is good at cooking. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. No matter what the sect is doing, it’s still a day like this.
How could Qingqing, the person in charge of the spoon, be in Qingshui City at this time?
Qing didn't even dare to raise his head to look at Master Bao's uncle, and he knelt down without even daring to defend himself.
This is a life-saving rule that he figured out after suffering countless losses: Uncle Bao Shi, she should be soft and not hard.
At this time, any explanation is inferior to admitting the mistake as quickly as possible.
Uncle Bao Shi, who is sober, doesn't look at her softness. Everyone in the sect knows that this person cannot be offended, not because she is the sect master's only disciple, but because no one who has offended her has a 'good end', including the sect leader himself.
None of them escaped the 'revenge' of Uncle Bao Shi.
Moreover, Master Bao's uncle lacks great virtue. Those insidious means of 'retaliation' will make you unforgettable for the rest of your life.
Seeing the people kneeling and huddled on the ground, trying their best to reduce their presence, Master Bao's mouth twitched speechlessly, but he really couldn't say anything to blame.
People are so cowardly. After all, she is the elder of her elders. She wants to blame her again without appearing to be 'old' and disrespectful?
God is so old and angry.
The hem of his clothes that shone with a faint golden light slipped past his eyes. It wasn't until the almost inaudible footsteps left the house that Qinglian dared to slightly raise his head and glance around the room tentatively, and then cautiously stretched out his hand.
The long-necked man looked towards the door.
After confirming that Master Bao's uncle had really left, Qinglian heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground and patted his chest.
He didn't want to try it again. He had an unbearable itching all over his body but no antidote. He could only endure the pain for seven days and nights without being able to scratch it.