Legend of the Great Sage

Time flies by, winter goes to spring, summer goes to autumn, advancing at an unprecedented steady pace.冰@火! in Chinese

On the noisy wharf of Qinghe Fucheng, the continuous autumn rain sprinkled thousands of ripples in the river, which also kept the lively atmosphere. A dragon boat was parked in the rippling river, and a man stood on the bow. Looking at it at first glance, He was just an ordinary farmer, and his skin was dark and rough due to the sun and wind and rain. But if you look carefully, you will find the shining light in his dark eyes.

This boat will go upstream, and Li Long looks at the direction where the Qinghe River is rushing, full of thoughts.

He has been away from his hometown for more than ten years, and he has never been back even during the holidays. It's not that he doesn't want to go back, because he is always busy with farm work. The melons and fruits that are about to mature are waiting to be picked, and the medicine garden needs to be watered almost every day.

Qinghe Mansion suffered repeated catastrophes, but a large piece of land full of aura was vacated. Some exterminated sects and medicine gardens still remained, and they had to be taken care of by farm disciples. It was impossible for him to escape for a moment. These are rare opportunities for practice.

Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible for him to spend time and travel thousands of miles just to go home once, so he can only ask someone to send some money back to his family to talk about his filial piety.

Now his face is dark and thin, his clothes are old, like a lump just dug out of the soil, his whole body is full of rustic. So much so that when the rain was getting heavier and he returned to the cabin, the people around him had to keep some distance from him.

Many years ago, he went from Woniu Village to Qingyang City to learn art from a teacher, just to get rid of his identity as a farmer, but in the end he became a farmer through and through, which is really funny. However, his appearance was praised by the farmer's head Huang Tuweng as "earth and wood skeleton", saying that the genius of his farmer's family intended to pass on the position of the head of the house to him.

It is so much hard work. His cultivation has been able to advance by leaps and bounds. In the past ten years, he has grown from an uneducated quack to the chief disciple of the farm family, a tenth-level Qi refiner. He was originally planning to go all out and practice hard for a few more years to try to break through the foundation establishment realm.

A family letter was sent from Woniu Village to Qingyang City, and then passed through the Tiequanmen's contact line to the Tiequanmen headquarters in Qinghefu City, and then handed over to him. He learned the news of his father's death. He hurriedly packed his bags and set foot on the road back home.

Before setting off, in addition to entrusting a large area of ​​land to his brothers to take care of, he also paid a special visit to a person, the only fellow from his hometown, Li Qingshan. Ask him if he wants a message, or something.

Li Qingshan thought for a while before thinking of the person "Li Village Chief", and then let Li Longjie's sorrow change, and there was no sad expression on his face. After so many years, the death of a mortal who was neither relative nor relative, and even offended him, is naturally hard to touch his heart. His temperament does not like to put on a show.

Li Long didn't blame him either.

After so many years of being away from home, he got his free help at several critical times, and it is only now that he has achieved his current level of cultivation. And even if it has become so powerful. His attitude can still be called equal treatment.

Even for him, that old face tended to become blurred day by day, and it didn't suddenly become clear until he heard the news of his death. I didn't feel particularly sad in my heart.

In the end, Li Qingshan didn't give any message, which was expected by Li Long. Ever since he broke up with his brother and sister-in-law, his connection with Woniu Village has been weak and almost non-existent.

This man has been different from ordinary people since he was a child, and he didn't seem normal until he was fed a bellyful of talisman water by the sorcerer. However, he didn't like to play with his peers, and he went to the lying cattle hill to play the flute when he was alone, and he seemed lonely and weird , Unreasonable, and regarded as a different kind by everyone, although he was not directly rejected, he did not form any deep feelings.

It wasn't until many years later that I suddenly realized how many of them were unusual, and made an explanation for his miraculous rise later.

The big ship pulls anchor and goes upstream, and Qinghe Prefecture gradually goes away. Li Long embarks on his way back to his hometown.

The big ship passed through Jiaping City, which was once slaughtered by stone demons, and now it has regained its vitality. It is said that even the eagle and wolf guards on the mountain have resumed their organizational system.

The big boat continued to go up until it reached the pier where he set off. He got off the boat and took out a seal and summoned a horse. This was a riding animal he bought for the convenience of running around. Looking far away, he suddenly realized that his hometown was not as far away as he imagined.

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At the Iron Fist Gate, two strong men in black suits stood guard in front of the gate together with the pair of majestic stone lions. Passers-by on the road are far away.

The man on the left looked at the sky and complained: "It's raining endlessly, Ah Xie, it's really unlucky to be a gatekeeper in this weather!"

The man on the right shook his body, "It's much better than Xia Tian, ​​as long as we stand for half an hour, it's like being fished out of the water. Why is it too late for us to get started, and the martial arts are too poor? Let's find a brothel in a while." , have a good drink to warm up your body."

"When I become an innate master in the future, I will sleep in the kiln from now on."

"It's up to you!"

"What's wrong with me, Li Qingshan was not as good as me in the past, he couldn't even afford to go shopping! Now I heard that he owns the entire Qinghe Mansion's brothels. And that Li Long, used to belong to our Iron Fist Sect, now It is said that there are dozens of floors innate."

"There are only ten levels in the innate realm, how can there be dozens of levels!"

While talking, a black and thin man walked straight to the door, his eyes wandered around, looking at the familiar concierge, there were countless sighs.

It is also because Qingyang City is relatively remote, and it is close to the Cangwu Mountains. It belongs to the middle zone between the two monster clan forces. The war with the monster clan in the past has little impact on this place.

"Who is it!" "Country bumpkin, how can you just look at this Iron Fist Gate, don't look around here, get out, get out!"

"My name is Li Long, and I am the disciple of Liu Hongliu, the head of the Liu family. Hurry up and pass it on!"

Li Long didn't know these two gatekeepers either. He knew that they were the new disciples he had recruited after he left. will be sent to guard the gate.

"You said you were Li Long?"

The brawny man opened his eyes wide. Although he had never met before, his name sounded like thunder to them. He was a formidable person who came out of the Iron Fist Gate of Qingyang City. To brag about.

But looking at this person's attire, he doesn't look like the legendary "Li Long", it looks like he just came back from the ground!

The two didn't dare to be negligent, knowing that some masters in the world like to put on a show, and immediately went in to report. After a while, a majestic middle-aged man in a brocade robe walked out of the door, But it wasn't Liu Hong. When he saw Li Long, he was taken aback for a moment, and stepped forward to hold his hand: "Junior brother, it's really you!"

"Senior Brother Wang Lei." Li Long also recognized him.

It turns out that Liu Hong, the iron lion, has handed over the position of the head of the Iron Fist Sect to Wang Lei, his eldest disciple, and has since gone outside the city to recuperate.

Wang Lei patted Li Long's shoulder, showing a mournful look: "Junior Brother, I am so sad, uncle is so old..." After saying some comforting words, Li Long could see that there was not much real emotion in it, just It's just some scene talk.

Li Longdao: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor depend on heaven."

Wang Lei gave an order, and while sending people to invite Liu Hong who was retiring outside the city, he gathered all the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect and lined up from behind the screen wall to the main hall entrance.

"Junior brother, please!" Wang Lei waved his hand, walked in front, assumed the posture of the head of the sect, and said the word "junior brother" emphatically, to show that don't forget that I am still your "senior brother".

The relationship between the two was not harmonious. More than ten years ago, Wang Lei was often dissatisfied with Liu Hong's regard for Li Long. Later, he took over as the head of the Iron Fist Sect, and this feeling gradually calmed down. Seeing Li Long dressed down and down now, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Tell Li Longda about the changes in the Iron Fist Gate after he left, saying that he led the good men of the Iron Fist Gate to make great plans and control the entire Qingyang City.

Two of the original four forces were wiped out by Li Qingshan himself. Le Mazhuang has always been closed, especially after Huang Binghu left. Iron Fist Sect has become the only force in Qingyang City. Wang Lei, the head of the sect, naturally He is very majestic, and he responds to everyone, even the county magistrate depends on his face, and the inner courtyard is full of wives and concubines.

He thought to himself: "What kind of cultivator you are outside, may not be as happy as I am being an emperor in Qingyang City."

Li Longwei nodded. The former Qingyang City seemed like the whole world to him, but now, it is just an inconspicuous small city, and there is no fertile land full of spiritual energy. If it wasn't for Liu Hong being here, there would be no way for him to stop.

The two sat down in the middle hall, and Wang Lei asked with a smile: "Junior brother, haven't you married a wife and had children while you are outside all these years? What do you usually do?"

"There's so much work on the farm, how can I have time to marry a wife and have children." Li Longdao, there was also a disciple of the Le family who was interested in him, but he had no time to take care of other things, and finally let it go.

Wang Lei raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Farm work! Can a cultivator still farm the land?"

Li Long said with a smile: "I am a farm student, what else can I do if I don't farm the land?"

Wang Lei frowned and shook his head: "What's the point of this practice?"

"It was boring at first, but after a long time, I found it quite interesting." Li Longdao, working on the land, watching the melons and fruits ripen, the spiritual grass growing, and getting feedback from the earth and plants at the same time, the continuous improvement of cultivation base, there is a kind of Unspeakable joy.

Wang Lei pursed his lips to express his incomprehension, thinking that Li Long was probably being stubborn.

In his eyes, a farmer is better than a beggar. Let him plant land for ten years, it is better to kill him directly. Sure enough, "Being the head of a chicken is better than being a queen". His majestic Iron Fist sect master is naturally the head of a chicken, and he is much stronger than Li Long, a queen who practiced Dao.

ps: Yesterday I wrote 5,000 and deleted 3,000, and the remaining 2,000 may not be used, so I am sorry. However, this process is actually quite interesting. It is a little bit farther away from code words, and a little bit closer to writing.