Next, there was another long silence. Zhang Heyan stood there and didn't know what to do, because the other party's eyes seemed to be able to pass through his gaze and reach some more distant places, but the deterrent force still existed. Although it was not as strong as the old man, it also made the little boy dare not move too much for a while...

"Okay, go... you're not him after all..." Ziwei waved her hand, and her purple sleeves seemed to take away all the regrets. "I will wait for you in the capital of Dazhou, and I hope you don't disappoint your master!"

"As you wish." Zhang Heyan then bowed slowly. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by the other party.

"Wait, what's your name?" she asked, as if asking something very ordinary, but some gaze on her face revealed her mood.

Zhang Heyan smiled and said, "I am an orphan, without a father or mother, and naturally there is no secular name. Master named me from the Dharma name, Heyan."

"Zhang Heyan? Good name!" she sighed, as if she didn't know what she thought of again, her eyes immediately became blurred and depressed, and she muttered softly, "Zhang Hongdao, Zhang Hongdao, you really can't forget it! So what if you become a Heavenly Master? After all, everything is still locked on this child!"

Zhang and Yan wisely did not speak, and then left slowly after performing their salute. In order to avoid people, they walked from the sky. At this time, the figures of people were already sparse, so they could walk from the ground.

When he turned his head and turned around again, the figure behind him disappeared. He could not even remember the figure of this woman, but only the words he said before.

It’s like every time he thinks of the old man, the voice, appearance and smile of his hometown will gradually appear in his mind, which seems to have become two extremes...

"Hahaha!" Zhang Heyan laughed, "Old man, old man, you didn't expect that I would meet such a person at this time, right?"

He walked on the road with a swagger, completely ignoring that the sky was getting dark. If he didn't leave, the Jiangling Mansion would really not be able to stay!

...

"Little bastard..." The old Taoist was still sitting cross-legged on the cushion. Looking at the dust accumulated beside him, he seemed to have not moved for a while. At this time, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was indeed a smile passing by, "Your master, it's not your turn to make a joke!"

However, he was indeed a little sad in his eyes, "But you are right, everything is locked on you! Old man, I can't leave this mountain today!"

He was short and shook the whisk in his hand. The dust around him disappeared. Then a soybean quilt was thrown off the cliff, "Go and buy some wine for the old man. This long night!"

On this hill, the wind and clouds were gone, and the thunder changed color. The endless power seemed to be condensed under the top of the mountain. He wanted to break through it, but was poured out by the old Taoist priest's whisk.

"Ouch!" Zhang Heyan touched his head and saw a soybean falling on his head. He quickly threw it to the ground and took a little water drop from the kettle on his body.

"The six-ding and six-jia divine weapon is invisible, the mountain wind is howling, and beans are sprinkled into soldiers!" Another motto command, the soybean gradually began to expand in front of him, and it seemed to be very slow, but in just one blink of an eye, he turned into a thick and generous yellow turban man.

"Tell me, is the old man going to drink again?" Zhang Heyan asked. This Yellow Turban Strongman is very familiar. Every time he walks a little farther, a soybean will hit his head. The most important thing is that the same soybean is not smashed every time, but the one that appears in front of him is always this soft-spoken but extremely powerful.

"Well, the Heavenly Master ordered a pot of good wine." The Yellow Turban Strongman took out a white jade wine pot from somewhere, but the size of a palm made the little Taoist cover his forehead.

"Oh... I'm going to be busy for a few more days." Zhang Heyan pointed to each other's chest. The big man disappeared directly as if he had spirituality. He turned into a soybean and fell into his palm. Zhang Heyan directly put it into his sleeve.

The old Taoist priest wanted to drink alcohol, but it was not as simple as he imagined. It could even be said to be extremely troublesome. He only drank good wine, only the kind of good wine that had been more than ten years. Although he only drank one cup at a time, this pot was enough for him to drink for several years.

Zhang Heyan did not learn the skill of Sumi to a Jiezi, but it does not mean that the old Taoist priest himself could not. In his words, "If you understand your little purple gold gourd, this skill is no problem!"

Zhang Heyan just thought he said this, but he didn't take it seriously. Of course he would do the simple method of hiding things, but he had to add talismans every half month, leaving him without any thoughts.

His purple gold gourd is indeed very large internal space, but no matter what is sucked in, it will turn into the nutrients and pure spiritual energy of the gourd and be spit out. How dare he put his own things in it? Only some precious metals that are so strong that they cannot be digested can be put into the gourd by him.

As for this small wine pot that is only the size of a palm, it is indeed extremely exquisite. According to the old Taoist priest, it is made of the real jade from Kunshou Mountain, which has the feeling of copper from Kunshou Mountain as the story told.

This small wine pot is not very capable, and even wine can only be filled with ten tanks. However, it is particularly spiritual. It will not be filled with wine less than years of age or less brewed.

Zhang Heyan once bought wine with this small wine pot, so he naturally knew the twists and turns. It was precisely because of this that his face was a little bitter. You must know that the real good wine is of great value, but how can he get enough of these dozens of silver in his hands!

The night was dark, but he didn't have much interest in showing off. He picked a slightly bright spot and walked straight over it.

It would be better to have a good rest today. I will find a slightly more prosperous capital tomorrow to earn some money. The next place to walk down from Jiangling Mansion is Qingdu Mansion, which is a prosperous place with a reputation in the entire eastern continent. Zhang Heyan showed a look of hope on his face.

"If there is good wine, I can taste it well..." Zhang Heyan thought so, and in a few steps, he was stunned to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers. The little fire that was still in the sky had already arrived in front of him.

It turned out to be a small wooden house. The fire was emitted by the candlelight inside the wooden house. Although it was not bright, you could still vaguely see a few figures inside.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" Zhang Heyan knocked on the door, "Is anyone here?"
Chapter completed!