"not yet eat?"

Chang Ming looked at the baked sweet potato in his hand.

I don't know how long the sweet potatoes have been stored, and they are not very fresh at first glance.

The boy didn't make a sound, and retracted his hands behind his back.

Chang Ming took out a plate of fresh bamboo shoots and fish fillets from the stove, scooped up some leftover rice, and put it on the table.

The food is cold, and if you want to eat something warm, you have to add more firewood to light the fire, Chang Ming is too lazy to do it.

Those who want to embark on the road of cultivation, who has not gone through hardships and obstacles, besides, it is better to eat leftovers than baked sweet potatoes that have been stored for an unknown amount of time.

As expected, the young man stared straight at the food, stuffed the roasted sweet potato into his arms, and threw himself on the table, not even using the chopsticks, and started to gobble it up. He didn't know how long he had been hungry.

When he finished eating and raised his head, he realized that Chang Ming was gone.

The young man wiped his mouth with his sleeve, hesitated for a moment, got up and washed the dishes and chopsticks, opened the door to leave, but couldn't help standing still.

Under the moonlight, two paper figurines were taking turns chopping and collecting firewood, their movements were extremely agile, and the other was squatting on the ground with his back to him, peeling peanuts.

And Chang Ming, who was supposed to be working, sat on the reclining chair by the table, drinking tea and looking at the moon, lazily and carefree.

The teenager was dumbfounded.

He also heard that a newcomer came to Chef He's side. He is diligent and able to do all kinds of work, and he is fast and good. work method.

Whoever changes this can be fast and good!

"What's your name?"

Chang Ming suddenly spoke, and brought back the boy's fascination with staring at the puppet villain.

The boy whispered: "Xiaoyun."

Chang Ming: "Which cloud?"

Boy: "Clouds in the blue sky and white clouds."

Not only do they look exactly alike, but even their names have a cloud in them.

Chang Ming really wanted to suspect that this man was the illegitimate son of his unworthy gangster.

"Who are your parents? Your father's surname is Yun?"

Boy: "My parents are hunters in the mountains, they are both dead, and the housekeeper is my distant cousin. Seeing how pitiful I am, let me come in and do some chores."

Chang Ming frowned: "Then have you heard of the name Yun Weisi?"

The young man shook his head without hesitation, not seeming to be fake.

He stood with his hands tied for a long time, and seeing that Chang Ming hadn't made a sound, he couldn't help but look at him quietly. He felt that no matter what kind of expression he made, even if he raised his forehead in thought and kept silent, he was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen.

But the young man didn't dare to stay for too long, for fear of arousing the other party's disgust, he hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

"If senior has nothing to say, I'll go back first. Many, thank you for helping me today..."

"Where do you live?" Chang Ming came back to his senses.

"It's just halfway up the back mountain."

It's not far away.

Chang Ming: "I remember there is a forest halfway up the mountain, and there are some delicious mushrooms in it."

Boy: "There are some. You have to get up early to pick them. There is a morning dew mushroom that only appears before sunrise and disappears after sunrise."

Chang Ming: "I did hear from Lao He that morning dew mushrooms are hard to pick but delicious. It's getting late, so go and rest."

The boy left in response.

He walked a long way and couldn't help looking back again.

Through the leaves, the other party's figure under the moonlight was already somewhat blurred, but it seemed to be clearly imprinted in his eyes.

The young man didn't know why he couldn't forget Chang Ming so much.

Maybe it's a long-lost reunion somewhere.

Or the glass phantom that lingers in the dream.

Tonight was destined to be an adventure in his barren life.

Early the next morning, as soon as Chang Ming opened the door, he saw a basket full of morning dew mushrooms on the table in the yard.

The dew on the surface of the mushroom umbrella has not dispersed, and the grass and trees are fragrant, which shows that it has not been long since it was picked.

There is only one person who will send this basket of mushrooms.

There was no one outside the yard, so it could be seen that the other party had no intention of staying to ask for credit.

With a snap of his fingers, Chang Ming directed the two puppet paper figures to stay and clean up the house, while he carried the basket to Chef He.

This kind of mushroom is common but hard to pick. Chef He thought about using it for cooking several times, and he was very happy to see this basket.

As for the two puppets, as long as someone gets a little closer, the puppets will automatically return to their original shape without being noticed.

This kind of art of controlling objects and transforming forms is difficult to say, but there are not many people in the world who really master the tricks, and all of them are mountain masters who founded sects. Unless they have seen it with their own eyes like Xiaoyun, no one will be able to guess such a brilliant technique. The shape of the imperial object came from the hands of a helper.

After going to Chef He's place, I learned an important piece of news that made Qixianmen panic -

Seeing that Xu Jingxian, the leader of Lingbo Peak under the blood suzerain, was ordered by the suzerain to come to congratulate Liu Xiaoyu on her wedding, and asked Qixianmen for a person by the way.

"We are a small family, who are they looking up to?"

When Chang Ming arrived, he heard Chef He asking someone else.

"I heard that what they want is Uncle Liu!"

The other party lowered his voice, but he didn't notice that Chang Ming was beside him.

Chef He jumped up immediately.

"What? Our Qixian Sect has finally produced a talented person, and they still dare to take Liu Shishu's idea?! What does it mean to want Liu Shishu?"

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid? Seeing that the blood suzerain, the demon head, men and women, who are not jealous of meat and vegetables, who was wanted by him in the past, which one came back? Either they were used as a furnace and practiced to ashes, or they became his seat." I'm a spoiled pet! What can we do with Uncle Liu if we go?"

"Then, Uncle Liu is the best choice for the next head! Also, he is about to get married, so why... Seeing the Blood Sect Master is really inhumane?!"

"If you want to blame, you can only blame Uncle Liu's reputation as a gentleman, which attracted the attention of the devil. Hey! I heard that some time ago, there was a commotion over the matter of the next head."

"Why don't I know?"

"Is that something you can know? I also heard from the maid next to the head's wife. It was said that it was Hua Qingming, who was Uncle Liu's careless younger brother. I was not angry that Uncle Liu was appointed as the next head, so I ran to the head. There was a commotion in front of me, and I left the sect after I finished. Before leaving, I threatened to make Uncle Liu look good. I wondered if he had gone to see the Blood Sect to say something, otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Hua Qingming just left , Seeing the people of the blood sect come on their hind legs!"

"Then what about Uncle Liu's marriage?"

"The people who saw the Blood Sect said, let him get married first, and then bring his newlywed wife to see the Blood Sect as a guest. The people from the Xiao family were frightened when they heard this, and wanted to regret the marriage. Woolen cloth!"

"Then tomorrow's wedding..."

"It's all in a mess. I'm afraid the wedding won't happen. Seeing the blood sect's meddling, who dares to marry their daughter?"

When the man saw Chang Ming approaching, he didn't bother to cover it up. Sooner or later, everyone in the sect will know about this matter.

If the envoy of the blood sect is determined to demand someone, then the head of the sect will have to face a dilemma.

If you don't give it, you will offend the blood sect.

Given the strength and style of the Blood Sect, it would be an easy task to bloodbath a sect like the Qixian Sect.

But if Liu Xiaoyu is handed over in this way, Qixian Sect will be disgraced and unable to lift its head from now on, Qixian Sect will not even have the slightest hope of rising.

Chang Ming didn't interrupt from the beginning to the end, but just listened silently.

He thought, several of his disciples were all doing well, and everyone was afraid of them, but he was the only one who was down and out and living under the fence.

He also thought that back then Zhou could act perversely and be extreme at every turn. After so many years, his nature is hard to change, and he has become more and more "progressive".

Those who chatted with Chef He left quickly, leaving Chef He sighing.

"Did you hear that too?"

He glanced at Changming.

"Don't look at this sect as if there are quite a lot of people. It's really not enough for a little finger in front of others. Unless the sect leader can persuade the envoy of the blood sect to change his mind, otherwise, hey, if you really send people there , can our Qixianmen hold their heads up and be human outside in the future?"

Chef He didn't expect Chang Ming to come up with any ideas, he was just looking for someone to ramble on.

Chang Ming said: "Can Liu Xiaoyu defeat the Blood Sect's envoy?"

Just as Chef He was about to say that he didn't know, he heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the main peak.

The two followed the prestige and saw the sky above the Sanqing Hall on the main peak was dazzling and bright, just like the rising sun in the sky.

The sword pierced the sky and turned into a loud noise, and the bell was crisp and sweet, but the two sounds mixed together at this moment, but there was an indescribable piercing sound, which made the eardrums sting, and one couldn't help covering one's ears.

Chef He hissed and gasped, and immediately showed a distressed expression.

At this time, two figures were faintly visible, fighting in mid-air, a man and a woman could be vaguely seen.

The man holds a sword, and the woman dances in silk.

"It's Uncle Liu!"

Before Chang Ming could ask any questions, Chef He revealed the other party's identity.

"The other one seems to be the demon girl from the Blood Sect, did they fight?"

From a distance, it can be seen more comprehensively and macroscopically.

Although Chang Ming is now in poor health and his cultivation has not yet recovered, his eyesight has not disappeared.

In just a moment, he could conclude that Liu Xiaoyu was going to lose.

Sure enough, after a stick of incense, the light of the sword became weaker and weaker. Ling Duan took advantage of the emptiness and clung to the sword body tightly.

Liu Xiaoyu flew back to the ground and disappeared from the sight of the two of them. She must have been seriously injured.

Chef He breathed out the boss, with an expression of indescribable disappointment.

But in Chang Ming's view, this was expected.

The cultivation geniuses in the eyes of Qixian Sect disciples are, after all, only the geniuses of Qixian Sect.

What's more, seeing the envoy of the Blood Sect is indeed a bit unusual.

The victory or defeat of this battle is irrelevant to Changming, but it is a crucial battle to Qixianmen.

Afterwards, not only Chef He sighed, but almost everyone Chang Ming met was clouded and frowning.

Everyone knew very well that Liu Xiaoyu might not be able to avoid the fate of meeting the blood sect.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qixian Sect can hand over even the eldest disciples of the direct succession, so it may be very difficult for them to do anything.

Seeing that Chef He was not in the mood to check whether the Chaolu mushrooms were fresh, Chang Ming put down the basket and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Knowing that the old injury was about to recur, he hurriedly found an excuse to leave, and went back to his residence first.

His current body is like a candle in the wind, dilapidated and unable to withstand even a breath. Although he has improved a little, he looks like an ordinary person on the surface, but the outbreaks are turbulent and sometimes he can't control himself.

Enduring all the way, when he pushed open the door, Chang Ming staggered forward, half of his body fell to the ground, and he fell unconscious.

If he changed the place, he would definitely not dare to pass out like this, even if he gritted his teeth, he would still have to maintain the clarity of the Lingtai, but Qixianmen has an advantage, it is hidden in the world, and his place is lonely and quiet, usually even Chef He He seldom came here, it was an excellent place to recuperate, and it was much safer than other places for him to heal his injuries.

I don't know how long it has been.

Chang Ming felt like a drum was beating in his heart, and it hit hard, which made his heart and eardrums hurt, and his mind was suddenly pulled up.

Someone is screaming!

The voice is so familiar!

And it's not far away!

Chang Ming opened his eyes suddenly, his face was pale, his body hadn't recovered from the attack just now.

But he already remembered who it was.

It's Xiaoyun, that boy!

The author has something to say:

Xiaoyun has a very very very very important connection with Yun Weisi.

But neither father and son nor rejuvenation.