"You are destroying the bridge across the river!" Li Qingshan said.

"So what? I'm tired of using it, get out of here!" Han Qiongzhi chewed the fruit of wisdom while kicking Li Qingshan away, but his movements gradually became weak. The light in his eyes flowed, and the fruit of wisdom began to work.

"It's so dizzy! I don't know what it will turn out." Han Qiongzhi sighed and said, "I wake up and don't want to see you again. This is not the place you should stay. Let's go..." As she murmured like this, she finally closed her eyes and fell into Li Qingshan's arms.

Li Qingshan hugged her tightly with reluctance. After a long time, he kissed her gently on her forehead, patiently put on her clothes, tidyed her hair, and placed a set of formations, several bottles of Taoist pills, and a stack of purple talismans beside her. These were all spoils obtained from Si Qing's Sumeru ring.

After wandering around the cave for a few more times, he suddenly smiled and shook his head, and said to himself: "I will come back no matter how long I leave."

Then step out of the cave and disappear alone in the howling wind and snow.

"Yeah, I'll wait for you."

Han Qiongzhi closed her eyes and said in a slight voice.

...

Li Qingshan remembered that he had never seen anyone when he returned to Qingzhou. He heard from Liu Changqing that he had lived in seclusion for many years, so he traveled through the wind and snow to a quiet forest.

Unlike other places where locust plagues are ravaged, the vegetation is still lush and the lake is quiet, which looks particularly clean and beautiful in the heavy snow.

"Danqing, are you here?"

Li Qingshan called out loudly, but after a moment, the magic circle opened, revealing several elegant thatched huts. A handsome man in green stood in front of the thatched hut, "Qingshan, you are back from Wuzhou!"

"You have survived the second heavenly tribulation!"

Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. In order to help him repair the "Three Priests", Chu Danqing's cultivation level returned to the realm of a Qi Refiner. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for twenty or thirty years, he not only recovered his cultivation level, but also improved his temperament. His temperament became more and more elegant.

"You have survived three heavenly tribulations!"

Chu Danqing was even more surprised. After Li Qingshan tempered the demonic heart, he no longer deliberately suppressed the spirit turtle. The aura naturally emitted was clearly the cultivation level of three heavenly tribulations.

"It seems that we haven't wasted our time." Li Qingshan smiled.

"I really don't know how you practice. It's simply incredible. Don't stand in the snow. Come in and sit!"

"There is nothing to sit in the house, so it's better to go there to enjoy the snow." Li Qingshan pointed to the lakeside, where a simple pavilion was located, covered with thick thatch, which is a good place to enjoy the snow.

"Okay, I happen to have a jar of good wine. Let's drink and enjoy the snow and get drunk together!" Chu Danqing also seemed very interested.

The two sat down in the pavilion. Chu Danqing took out a scroll of painting, shook his hands, spread out the scroll, and maids walked out of the painting, holding the guqin, or holding the fire, and in a blink of an eye the pavilion was arranged properly.

A few cranes flew out of the painting and danced on the lake in the snow, naturally without any artificiality, perfectly blending into the surrounding scenery, like a freehand landscape painting, and a few sounds of piano sounds, as if soaked in the cold spring of ice and snow, refreshing, and as if it was like a fairyland for a while.

"You painter's methods are really useful. Even I think it's hard to tell the truth or false." Li Qingshan couldn't tell the truth or falsehood of these people in the paintings at first glance, and sighed in his heart: "I haven't seen Chu Danqing's painting skills for many years have become more and more exquisite."

"It's not as good as a novelist's transformation into reality, but judging from your cultivation, it seems that it has nothing to do with the novelist." Chu Danqing said modestly.

"Things of the world are always unpredictable. By the way, the wine you want to invite is not also drawn!"

"How could that happen?" Chu Danqing said, taking out a blue and white porcelain altar and opening it.

A fragrance rushed out of the porcelain jar and spread out in the cold air, but it was different from the ordinary wine fragrance. Li Qingshan looked into the jar, and the black liquid rippled in it. Then he suddenly realized, "Is this ink? You won't want to invite me to drink ink!"

"This is Danqing wine, I usually don't want to drink it!" Chu Danqing said.

"Isn't this brewed with your blood?" Li Qingshan remembered that Chu Danqing had a special bloodline called "Bixue Danqing". He couldn't help but feel suspicious. He had already drunk a friend's blood and didn't want to drink a second one.

"I can't make such wine, come and try it!" Chu Danqing ordered the beauties in the painting to pour wine. The wine into the bottle, and the aroma became more and more intense, similar to ink rather than ink, and similar to wine rather than wine.

Li Qingshan tried to taste it, his eyes lit up, and a fragrant and strange smell spread in his mouth. Wherever the wine flowed, the flesh and blood seemed to be melted, not spicy but more like spicy. It contained an extremely pure spiritual energy, which was not just satisfying the desire for words.

He drank the wine in the bottle in one sip, and his internal organs seemed to be in chaos. He closed his eyes and savored for a while, refined the glass of wine, and then praised: "Good wine!"

"How is it, I didn't lie to you, have you?" Chu Danqing slowly savored the wine.

"No wonder the speed of cultivation is so fast. Where did you get this wine!" Li Qingshan said strangely, but even a great monk of this level of spiritual wine may not be able to drink it for three heavenly tribulations. Chu Danqing said that it was not brewed by himself.

"My master gave it to me." Chu Danqing's face showed respect from the bottom of his heart.

"What Master Chu left to you?" Li Qingshan said, but Master Chu was just a foundation-building monk throughout his life.

"No, it's another master."

"You have become a disciple again. I don't know what kind of senior master you are!" Li Qingshan was a little surprised. He knew Chu Danqing's feelings for Chu Shidao very well, but he would never easily turn to others as his disciple.

"The master will probably come today, and you will know when you see him."

"Then I want to see and experience, come, cheers!" Li Qingshan pressed this curiosity, talked and laughed with Chu Danqing, and told all the strange scenes in Wuzhou. Chu Danqing also showed his fascination, "In the future, I will definitely walk around and paint the beautiful scenery of Jiuzhou!"

"You've been here all these years?"

"Yes, the master asked me to focus on practicing and learning painting. Even the old friends in the Hundred Schools of Sutra can only be seen once every once a while. I took the paintings I drew to deal with the locust plague."

"Are there no locusts to disturb me?" Li Qingshan asked. Although this place is a deep mountain forest, it is not remote in Qingzhou. There is no trace of locusts biting around it.

"Probably, the Flying Locust King hasn't taken care of this yet."

"You are so lucky to be able to avoid all kinds of struggles and live in seclusion here!"

Li Qingshan said, suddenly feeling what he felt in his heart. Looking up, at some point, a figure appeared on the lakeside not far away, wearing a black robe, faintly revealing indigo, long hem and long sleeves dragged on the white snow, like a wolf's hair that had not yet been finished on paper.

I couldn't see my face clearly in the wind and snow. I only knew that it was a slender man, carrying an oil-paper umbrella as red as maple leaves, slowly walking here.

"My master is here!" Chu Danqing stood up to greet him.

In a blink of an eye, the man came to the pavilion. Li Qingshan looked carefully. The man's face was clear and elegant, his eyes were deep and his nose was high, his thin lips were pursed, and his long hair was curled like thick ink, scattered around his waist.

Li Qingshan inexplicably remembered the frustrated poets and poets in ancient poems. He had a bleak and bleak atmosphere. He came from the winter snow, bringing the whole late autumn season.

As for his specific cultivation, he will be ignored, and even if he wants to distinguish, he will be vague. Compared to the maids in the pavilion, he is more like a person in the painting.

Li Qingshan suddenly noticed that his eyes were blank and had no pupils, and thought to himself: "Is he a blind man? No, with my eyesight, even a mosquito ten miles away can see clearly. How could he not see his face clearly because of the wind and snow!"

"Master, this is what I mentioned Li Qingshan." Chu Danqing introduced.

"Looking for a long time." The man gently shook off the snow on the umbrella, not seemingly surprised by Li Qingshan's cultivation, or was too frustrated and exhausted, and became indifferent to everything in the world.

"I dare to ask for the name of the senior," Li Qingshan asked with his hands bowed, feeling a little strange. How could he have a strange sense of familiarity even though he had never met before.

"Mo Wuhen." The man nodded slightly, still cherishing his words like gold.

"The surname Mo seems to be not very common."
Chapter completed!