The years are quiet in Qihuang Valley, and the disciples of the five houses perform their duties. Sisters drying medicinal materials can be seen everywhere in the bamboo forest.

Zuo Lingquan walked down the stone cliff and came outside the fenced courtyard of Tang Jingyun. From a distance, he saw Tang Jingyun sitting in the courtyard with a small dustpan next to it, with the dried firefly root grass inside.

Firefly root grass is the most common spiritual herb. It is pounded into powder with a medicinal grinder and then processed into various utensils to glow by itself in a place with sufficient spiritual energy. This type of object is used in the water curtain cave.

The work of pounding medicine is not heavy, but it is cumbersome. Tang Jingyun and Zuo Lingquan have a close relationship, so Wu Qingwan did not arrange work for her; but Tang Jingyun was naturally warm and a person who couldn't rest. After getting along with Senior Sister Xiaohua, he took part of the task of Senior Sister Xiaohua. When Zuo Lingquan didn't train her, he worked hard in the yard to pass the time.

Zuo Lingquan walked outside the fence courtyard. Before he could say hello, a big, white and round ball fluttered from the ground, landed on his shoulders, rubbed his neck affectionately, hungry for feeding.

After spending a month with the dumplings, they found that the people here were very friendly, and they became more courageous. Tang Jingyan was not careful and ran away. He went to the beast circle to chat with Da Baihe, or went to the yard of his senior sister to ask for pine nuts. The fluff that was almost burnt was grown again, and it looked a little fatter than before.

Zuo Lingquan took out two pine nuts and fed them to the dumplings and said hello:

"Sister Tang."

In fact, there is no need to say hello. Zuo Lingquan comes out of Wu Qingwan's residence every day exactly the same time. Tang Jingwen doesn't have to look back and knows that he is here.

Tang Jingwen put down the pounding pestle in his hand, got up and wiped his hands with a towel, and first gave a fierce look:

"I know how to eat it all day long. If I eat it for the New Year, I don't have to kill the chicken anymore, and I won't come down."

Tuanzi quickly closed his beak and jumped on Tang Jingyan's shoulder and rubbed it against him.

Zuo Lingquan walked up to him and said with a smile: "Sister Tang, don't worry about it. The dumplings are just fat. They look so round and beautiful. If they are really thin, they will not look good."

"Ji~"

The dumpling nodded like pounding garlic.

Tang Jingwen threw the dumpling back: "It's just a little Pixiu. No matter how you can eat the rice jar, I won't even have a companion if I'm so full."

While talking, Tang Jingwen walked into the kitchen and brought out two plates of side dishes: "I can't finish the freshly prepared food alone, so you can eat some."

Zuo Lingquan sighed in his heart when he saw this, and felt a little embarrassed. Since he came to Qihuang Valley, Tang Jingyan would make him a meal for three meals a day, and would rush to wash his clothes and quilts. At first, he was not able to refuse, but he always felt like he was eating a soft meal.

Zuo Lingquan followed into the house, shook his head and joked:

"Sister Tang, I can actually not eat for many days. There is no need for you to make a special portion for me."

Tang Jingwen put down the bowls and chopsticks and frowned slightly:

"Why, my sister is not delicious?"

"No, I just think it's too troublesome to Sister Tang. Qihuang Valley is not my territory either. If you live here, it has nothing to do with me. I feel ashamed of helping with cooking and washing clothes."

"Look at what you said, it's so strange. I don't use my own rice and grain to cook. I'll make more of it, and the effort I spend is not the same. If you don't want to eat it, then forget it."

The desire to taste the mouth is also a way to enjoy life. It is true that Zuo Lingquan can not eat for a long time, but he naturally would not deliberately ignore it when he tasted the delicious food of the world. When he saw Tang Jingyan say this, he was not polite, and sat down next to the table and ate the carefully prepared meal.

Tang Jingyan sat opposite the table, chewing slowly. Seeing Zuo Lingquan eating seriously, she smirked secretly, thought for a while, picked up a piece of meat and put it in Zuo Lingquan's bowl, and asked:

"By the way, Xiao Zuo, I see that the others are always looking for a cool place to meditate. Why do you hide in the cave with Aunt Wu to practice and keep the door closed? It feels strange."

Zuo Lingquan froze and blinked:

"The cave was originally a place where Senior Wu practiced, and practiced faster inside. Senior Wu treated me very well and asked me to stay inside. Well... I don't do anything else even if I practiced."

Tang Jing smiled and said, "What else do you want to do? He is the princess's aunt, so he must be careful. It's not a good time to stay in front of him?"

"It's really tight. I don't dare to move for a moment, otherwise I'll be scolded."

"Haha~ I just know that it's better to get used to it. Elders are very strict with you, so they are good to you, but don't take it to your heart."

"I naturally know this..."

...

While chatting, the two finished their meal.

After Tang Jingyan packed up the dishes, she felt that the shop in Beijing should be almost done, so she prepared to go back to Beijing to take a look.

Wu Qingwan is a bit conservative and refuses to proclaim lust in the daytime. She will only cooperate with her practice at night. Zuo Lingquan doesn’t have much trouble during the day, so it’s okay to practice swords when he comes back, so she followed Tang Jingyun out of the valley and headed to Qihuang Town...—

Chaoyang was born and located in Qihuang Town, ten miles away from the willow forest, and was dyed golden by Chaoyang.

The buildings in the town are staggered, and countless monks who yearn for the Avenue of Longevity but are destined to be out of their fate in this life set up stalls along the streets, waiting for young men who are more down-level than them to visit and earn a meal or two.

Since the day when Qihuang Valley was established, there has been no major change in Qihuang Town since the day when the octagonal arch was established; the only change may be that there are more and more houses, and the people in the town have changed wave after wave.

But no matter how big a building is, it will collapse one day after one has been built.

As this day comes, there may be various signs in advance, such as "the national master disappeared for two years", "frequent ferocious beasts", and even a flawed sword that secretly indicates that the magnificent building on the surface has long been decaying inside.

But even many people have long speculated that the speed of the building collapse will still exceed everyone's expectations; and the time of collapse is often like this, when everything is normal, and in a calm day, you can only hear a "click" sound, and then it will be like a mountain collapse!

Step on

The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded at the entrance of the town.

In the tea shop at the entrance of the town, several young monks who were chatting looked up and then their faces changed slightly, and they all stood up; pedestrians on the street quickly made way left and right.

In the morning light, three horses stepped onto the bluestone street. Qihuang Town quickly became silent from the entrance of the town to the end of the alley, and everyone looked back at the three people on the horse.

The Great Dan Dynasty is not big, and there are only a handful of monks in the Taoist dynasty. The three people on horseback and the people in the town have probably heard of since childhood. Cheng Jiujiang, Lan Ying, and Lu Mingzhou, the sword village of Qingchi.

Needless to say, Cheng Jiujiang is the fourth level of Linggu, and the pure golden body is hard to get close to; the Thunder Fist with one hand is unparalleled, and its combat power is only below Yue Pingyang.

Although the remaining two people, although they were both at the first level of the Spirit Valley, could not cause waves outside the pass, they were among the top ten monks in the Great Pill.

The three of them were wearing weapons and carrying swords to the door, obviously not coming to visit.

As for what to do, everyone in the town could guess some, so they were silent and just watched from a distance.

Cheng Jiujiang was wearing a bright yellow robe and wearing tiger-head fist gloves on his hands. He stood at the entrance of the town and said in a deep voice:

"The market is closed today, and those who are idle are quitting."

The sound was like a loud bell, spreading throughout the town’s streets and under the octagonal archway.

The town peddlers and monks, no one dared to say a word, and walked around and quickly hid into the surrounding alleys or houses.

The bustling streets were empty in an instant, and the buildings were completely quiet, leaving only two figures standing in the middle of the town.

Cheng Jiujiang looked up and saw that it was a man and a woman.

The man was wearing a black robe, with a handsome face, a sword hanging on his waist, and a pine-shaped body that was still motionless.
Chapter completed!