Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

Chapter 53 New Itinerary

Seeing that he could also create a barrier, although it was still unstable and weak, Qiu Shi was still very excited, and immediately forgot all the unhappiness in his heart, and concentrated on practicing.

After practicing for about half an hour, the sound of "buzzing" suddenly sounded again. He had experience at this time and knew that this sound meant someone was outside.

Hastily retracted the enchantment.

I heard Fat San Senior Brother say outside: "Master Patriarch, this disciple wants to talk to Junior Brother."

Hei Lin nodded, and said to Qiu Shi, "Go!"

Qiu Shi happily cupped his hands to the patriarch, went out of the house, and asked Fat San, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Fat San dragged him downstairs: "Well, something..."

They were so busy going downstairs that they didn't notice that a yellow-brown figure flashed past, following Qiushi closely, protecting him.

When they got downstairs, a young man in brown shorts hurried over and bowed to them: "Thank you two immortals!"

Qiu Shi was stunned: "Brother, he is..."

Fat San smiled and said, "Little brother, don't you remember him? He is the son of the village chief of Chenjia Village. The food we bought was delivered this morning, and the village chief sent him to the city by car to thank us. "

Xu Shi blew the cold wind all the way, and the face of the village son was so red that it was chapped, but his eyes were full of smiles, he untied the burden on his back with trembling hands, and held Qiushi in both hands: "Immortal, my mother made it. I asked Wan to ask me to hand it over to the Immortal, thanking the Immortal for his kindness. Not only saved my Chenjia Village from danger, but also sent food to help my villagers survive the famine. There is no way to repay such a great kindness. In the ancestral hall in the village, there is a Longevity card for Ziyun Hall and three immortals."

After all, he is the son of the village chief, and he can speak Mandarin even after being influenced by his ears and eyes.

Qiu Shi smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Brother, you are welcome."

He pulled Fat San again and said, "This is all my senior brother's idea."

This is indeed the idea of ​​Fat Third Senior Brother.

He doesn't know anything about these people.

The village chief's son was grateful to Fat San again.

Seeing that it was getting late, Fat San arranged for him to stay, bought him food, and went to the grain store to buy a cart of grain for Chenjiacun, so that he could ride back tomorrow.

After finally settled down, Fat San and Qiu Shi went back upstairs.

Seeing his smiling face, his fat face was red, Qiu Shi asked with a smile: "Senior brother, are you so happy?"

Fat San put away the smile on his face, and sighed deeply: "Before I went down the mountain, I only knew that the Ziyun Palace was in decline. After I went down the mountain, I realized that the Ziyun Palace has a bad reputation... good."

"I went to the street to buy these days, and I heard people talk about Ziyun Palace. Those words are really ugly..."

Then he smiled at Qiu Shi and said: "Fortunately, there is a patriarch who has made great efforts to easily defeat the people from the Qin family in Hedong and Qingyun Mountain. Those who said that the Ziyun Palace is not strong have nothing to say now. Junior brother generously donates, those who say Ziyun Palace only has money in their eyes can also shut up."

Qiu Shi was immediately ashamed: "Senior brother..."

Brother Fat San has such deep feelings for Ziyun Palace, he is ashamed of himself...

Fat San sighed again: "It's just a pity, the brothers in Ziyun Palace really don't live up to expectations."

Qiu Shi pushed him, and said slowly: "Senior brother, don't underestimate yourself. If you stay with the patriarch, you will definitely be like the real Changshan."

A smile appeared on Fat San's face: "Thanks to my junior brother, this is what I've thought all my life!"

She smiled happily for a moment, then hurriedly walked towards the guest room: "Little brother, don't you have to leave tomorrow morning? I have to practice quickly."

Qiu Shi also hurried back to the room.

He has to practice too!

After sitting in meditation, it was the next morning.

They are leaving for Weicheng.

The gate of the inn was brightly lit. The Zeng family held torches and lanterns, and those who were harnessing the carriages and carrying things into the carriages were all busy.

Soon, Zeng's two carriages and more than a dozen tall horses were ready to go.

Hei Lin dragged Qiushi downstairs and walked towards the gate.

Of the two of them, one is imposing and the other is young.One is tall and straight, the other is slender and thin, one is wearing a black robe, and the other is wearing a black fur robe over a white robe. They are all fair and beautiful, but the face of one is cold, which makes people daunting.One person is calm and calm, making people want to get close when they meet.

It's just that the young man had a finger-length bloodstain on his cheek, which made his handsomeness flawed.

Pity.

Seeing them approaching, Zeng Xuliang hastily cupped his hands: "Headmaster."

Hei Lin glanced at him, but didn't speak, his attitude was quite cold.

But Zeng Xuliang didn't mind.

He is not a pedantic person, as far as the mafia chief is concerned with his outstanding appearance, intimidating aura, and powerful cultivation, it is a great fortune to meet him.

Dakang Guoshi Qiu Xianren was praised by everyone, so lofty.But judging from the battle that day, when Sun Daochang, the eldest disciple of Qiu Xianren, was knocked down by the head of the underworld with a light palm, Qiu Guoshi's cultivation level may not be better than that of the head of the underworld!

But last year his father went to the capital to report on his duties, and made a special trip to Qingyun Mountain to meet Qiu Guoshi, but he couldn't even enter the door.

The people who stopped his father said that the national teacher wanted to make alchemy for the emperor, and he had no time to talk to the people around him...

But that's just nonsense to fool people. Didn't he think that his father's official position was not high and he didn't give a generous gift?

When he thought that his respected father, who loved the people like a son, was so neglected by Qingyun Mountain, he felt resentful.

In contrast, the head of the underworld is very polite to him, he doesn't want to pay any money, he is willing to eliminate demons for Weicheng...

Zeng Xuliang is broad-minded and doesn't care about Hei Lin's indifference.However, several servants of the Zeng family who had never seen Hei Lin's strength were quite dissatisfied.

The eldest son of his family is the son of the magistrate of Weicheng, and he has a great reputation. How dare a small Ziyun Temple Taoist despise his eldest son so much?

But his eldest son has already told him to be respectful to Ziyun Palace, especially the little Taoist leader next to the underworld leader, and don't neglect him.

They had no choice but to be patient for the time being, thinking to themselves, when they returned to Weicheng and met the master, how dare this Taoist leader be so arrogant?

"Master Patriarch, Junior Brother." Fat San led the horse and walked over with a smile.

The patriarch ordered, he must arrange it properly.

A two-horse carriage with a spacious compartment, which is covered with thick quilts, warm soup, and food boxes containing various snacks...

I will definitely not starve my junior brother from the cold.

Hei Lin glanced at the carriage, then at Fat San lightly.

Things are doing okay.

Seeing that the patriarch was not as indifferent to him as usual, Fat San was overjoyed and wanted to help Qiushi: "Little brother, get on the carriage quickly, it's windy outside, and you're going to catch a cold carefully."

But before he touched Qiu Shi's hand, he felt a cold gaze sweeping over him, so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand and stepped aside, annoyed.

Why did he forget about it when he got excited?

How can he touch the little junior brother?

With a cold face, Hei Lin pulled Qiu Shi into the carriage.

As soon as he got into the car, the coldness on his face dissipated immediately, and he showed a slight smile, covered Qiushi with a quilt, and stuffed Tang Pozi into Qiushi's hand, and the food box was placed within reach.

Then he stroked Qiu Shi's hair, and said softly, "Call me if you have anything to do."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and meditated, and remained motionless.

Qiu Shi stared blankly at the quilt covering her legs, holding Tang Pozi in her hands, and then at the food box a foot away.

Patriarch really treats him like a child?

The weasel spirit lay at his feet, watching him quietly.

Seeing this, Qiu Shi felt a little uncomfortable: "If you're sleepy, go to sleep! If you're not sleepy, practice."

It was still dark at this time, and it was dark outside, and the north wind was blowing, making people shiver.If it was the past, they are still in the warm room at this time!

The weasel spirit shook his head, and whispered: "Master, the little one is not sleepy."

The carriage started and walked forward with a "da da".

Fat San rode a horse, guarding the side of the carriage, talking to the Zeng family from time to time.

When they reached the gate of the city, Yu Feihu was there.

Fat San thought he was here to see him off, after all, Mr. Zeng was his uncle.

Unexpectedly, Yu Feihu brought Zeng Wan'er back to Ning to visit relatives in Weicheng.

Seeing Fat San, Yu Feihu was very surprised, and asked, "Daoist Hu, this is...?"

Fat San cupped his hands in return: "We will go to Weicheng with Mr. Zeng."

Thinking of the monster rumors in Weicheng, Yu Feihu immediately understood what they were going to do in Weicheng, and they were going to meet Hei Lin after getting off the horse.

But Hei Lin didn't want to talk to him at all.

Seeing the embarrassment on Yu Feihu's face, Zeng Xuliang's heart became more and more embarrassing.

The head of the underworld doesn't look down on Yu Feihu who is so indecisive, right?

He glanced at the carriage in which his sister was sitting, and sighed secretly.

But what can be done?Who told my sister to like it?

When the gate of the city was opened wide, everyone left the city, only to see that under the light of torches, the official road was extremely muddy.The horse was okay, but the carriage was moving very slowly.

"Creak creak", it was dawn before they walked two miles.

Fat San and Yu Feihu rode slowly side by side, talking a few words from time to time.

Yu Feihu glanced at the carriage on the other side of Fat San, and asked, "How about Daoist Hu, the head of the underworld, and the little Daoist?"

He knew that the head of the underworld didn't like him, and he also hated himself for being indecisive and vacillating in the past few days, but he was also deceived by others.

After all, life is hard for a mother.

Ever since he knew the truth, he also regretted it endlessly.

Fat San squeezed out a smile and said, "It's all good."

Although this young master Yu is indecisive, he is not narrow-minded, the patriarch doesn't want to see him so much, and he doesn't even hold grudges...

Fat San glanced at the red fox's head protruding from Yu Feihu's cloak again, and asked, "How is your father?"

Yu Feihu's face froze, he looked down at the little red fox's head on his chest, and said softly, "My mother is fine."

Seeing that he was a little uncomfortable, Fat San quickly changed the subject and asked, "How is Madam Ling?"

The gloomy look on Yu Feihu's face dissipated immediately, and he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, Daoist, for your concern. My wife is fine. Wan'er reminded me to thank Ziyun Palace and the three Daoist priests. !"

Fat San also cupped his hands and said, "I also want to thank Mr. Yu for the food..."