Immortal Venerable, he showed his fish tail

On the soft clouds, the black and gold dragon flew smoothly. Jing Qishu lay on the dragon's back, looking at the sky from an unfamiliar angle.

The cloud with moisture rushed towards his face and gently melted on his face. He really liked this feeling so much that he couldn't help but close his eyes and wanted to sleep.

Xuan Huaijin and Lin Changjian left yesterday, and he and Heng Rong stayed in Changlin for another day.

Heng Rong didn't like the teleportation array very much, so Jing Qishu simply let him fly by himself and gave him a ride.

Hengrong flew very fast, before it got dark, he arrived in Wuzhong, and picked a remote mountain to land, fearing to disturb the mortals nearby, Hengrong did not "rapidly descend" this time, Jing Qishu landed, unexpectedly Pity.

That's how he is, a big food addict.

Who doesn't love the Dragon Roller Coaster?

Wuzhong is much larger than Changlin. Standing on the hillside, you can see Pingjiang City not far away.

People come and go on the official road outside the gate of Pingjiang City. Wuzhong was a beautiful place in the world during the former dynasty. After these years of development, it is more prosperous and lively than the fifty states under the jurisdiction of Tiandao League.

"Wuzhong and Pingjiang are both the territory of the Lin family. The master of the Lin family, Yuanying, is not too high in the entire fairy world, but most of his disciples are also Yuanying. The Lin family's cultivation of mind is very special, and it can make people with ordinary aptitude People break through the upper limit of aptitude and train Nascent Soul."

Heng Rong and Jing Qishu introduced the Lin family's situation, but he knew all these things that even Jing Qishu didn't know. Jing Qishu said in surprise: "You just woke up, how do you know so well?"

"Cough cough." Heng Rong lowered his head, instead of looking elsewhere: "I just woke up, but before I woke up..."

He knew the person who created the recovery technique of all things, that person was not surnamed Lin, and when he first met Hengrong, he was still a half-grown child. Before leaving, Xuan Huaijin briefly introduced the situation of the Lin family, and when he heard the familiar words, Heng Rong asked one more question.

Jing Qishu was distracted and didn't pay attention.

Emphasizing again that he already has Long Live is an embarrassing thing for Heng Rong, so he quickly changed the subject: "Let's go, go to the city."

When the two of them landed, it happened to be early in the morning, and when they entered the city, the aroma of breakfast wafted everywhere in the streets.

Compared with the prosperity of Pingjiang City, there are also a lot of breakfast shops in the city, such as steamed steamed buns, small wontons with clear soup and green onion flowers, and deep-fried deep-fried dough sticks that are golden in color and crispy.

Along the way, Jing Qishu's eyes almost grew on these breakfasts.

Hengrong went back to the cave, and suddenly changed from an old dragon in the deep mountains who couldn't even afford to wear clothes to a rich man. He felt that the immortal should not be so wronged, so he simply asked him: "Do you want to eat breakfast?"

Jing Qishu was surprised: "Me?"

Heng Rong said: "You treat me to candied haws, I treat you to breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

Mentioning the two strings of unlucky candied haws, Jing Qishu's ears blushed again, he turned away quickly, looked around, pointed to the wonton stand next to him, and said, "Let's eat wontons."

Heng Rong came to the wonton stand and ordered two bowls of wontons. The two of them sat down at a small table by the side of the road, watching the passers-by and waiting for the wontons to be served.

They are well dressed and talkative, and they look like they are people of status. Only ordinary people in the city can eat this roadside stall, and anyone who has a little savings will choose a roadside restaurant. Passers-by pay attention.

But the stalls on the side of the road may not be full of delicious food. About fifteen minutes later, the boss brought two bowls of wontons to the table and said with a smile: "The two guest officials have good eyesight. My old man Liu's wontons are the best in this town. .”

Jing Qishu used to love to eat wontons, but at that time, most of them were machine-made batches, with the same size, weight and even the seasonings.

It tastes the same wherever you go.

It is a happy thing to be lucky enough to taste different flavors of wontons.

Before Heng Rong fell asleep, there was no such thing as wonton in the world. Human races were born weaker than monster races, and their minds were complicated, so they were most likely to be invaded by hostility and demonic energy. In the early years, the chaotic energy overflowing from the sky had not Clean up, the life of the human race is very difficult.

Survival is a problem, let alone tossing these various foods.

The only few saints in the human race also fell in the game of chaos. The weak human race is all over the Kyushu continent, but their lives are like grass, and they can be uprooted by any disturbance.

Not only Chaos regarded them as prey, but even low-level monsters and even beasts without intelligence would show their teeth at them, but these weak existences always survived with an amazing perseverance.

Their physiques are not good at communicating with spiritual energy, so they study special methods to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation.

The last saint of the human race died at the hands of the phoenix, which was demonized by the chaos, and the road to immortality was cut off. However, new people figured out new exercises, igniting the spark that was about to be extinguished in the cultivation of immortality.

The recovery of all things was a product of that time. The person who developed this technique was not surnamed Lin. In the past tens of thousands of years, the human race has somehow wandered and wandered, and it has developed to where it is today.

Right now, the real dragons, phoenixes and other natural spirit beasts have all fallen, the saints of the human race are no longer, the monster race is in decline, and other races have retreated to the mountains and seas, and the human race has become the master of the Kyushu continent.

When the human race was just born, Di Xing argued with other spirit beasts that the human race was the destiny of the world. The other spirit beasts did not believe it, but he and Phoenix insisted on guarding the human race—it can be said that without Di Xing and Phoenix, the human race would The genocide has long been extinct.

But that was a long, long time ago. Phoenix finally fell in the darkest hour before dawn, and Di Xing also went with him, leaving only him, an ancient antique.

Heng Rong was inevitably sad, but his sadness didn't last long, a small plate full of pickles was pushed in front of him, and further up was Jing Qishu's bony and elegant hand.

He was almost buried in the wonton bowl, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he still didn't forget to tell Heng Rong: "Eat this with wontons, it's delicious!"

Heng Rong: "..."

The loss and sadness in his heart dissipated, Heng Rong couldn't help laughing, he really wanted to reach out and rub the hairy head in front of him, but if he disturbed Jing Qishu at this time, he would definitely turn his face, Heng tolerated this little impulse, and finally Pick up the chopsticks and have breakfast with Jing Qishu.

Jing Qishu has actually noticed the flash of loneliness in Hengrong's eyes.

He thought it right before, Hengrong said that he came to see him as soon as he woke up, he must have never walked in the human world, the current human world is completely different from the human world ten thousand years ago, no matter how indifferent Hengrong was, he suddenly came to a In a completely unfamiliar environment, I will always feel uneasy.

But people always have to look forward, and occasionally he misses wandering in the vast space in his previous life, but after the remembrance is over, he still has to move forward.

When he just woke up, he chose Hengrong to be his servant in a daze, presumably it was fate, his intuition recognized him one step ahead, that this was the person who had raised him and helped him cultivate shark beads.

He was grateful to Heng Rong for treating him gently, helping him keep his secrets, and willing to go with him to Changlin to look for shark beads, and let him make troubles. Now that Heng Rong is also facing the same loss as him, he is also willing to help Heng Rong Rong, take a good look at this world with him.

Take a second look, and the unfamiliar becomes familiar.

Hengrong once mentioned that he was the last dragon in the world. After the death of Dixing and Fenghuang, he was left alone, and he felt very lonely.

Jing Qishu wanted to say a word, but dared not.

From now on, he will not be alone.

He will stay with him until he is familiar with the world and re-acquainted with other friends.

Jing Qishu ate quickly, and a bowl of wontons was drained quickly.

After he finished eating, he rested his chin and looked at Hengrong. Hengrong ate very slowly, and the chopsticks were unfamiliar to him. Jing Qishu took the spoon from the side and put it into his bowl: "Use this."

Heng Rong was taken aback for a moment, then looked up and saw Jing Qishu's calm face.

Xianzun still looks so cold and immortal, but Hengrong feels that his light gray eyes are full of warmth.

He didn't speak, and honestly ate the soup with a spoon.

Jing Qishu was sitting across from him, shaking his fingers boredly. Suddenly, a gust of wind flew past his ear, and a delicately folded paper butterfly landed on his fingertips. The butterfly flapped its wings twice, and a cluster of light blue The flame ignited, and the butterfly turned into a line of floating words.

"Tell you two to follow up quickly, have you got into the pig's head? Come here soon, and you will have time to eat wontons!"

Jing Qishu: "..."

This line of characters is elegant and casual. Although it is static, Jing Qishu seems to have heard Xuan Huaijin's disgusted voice. He coughed lightly, raised his head and said to Heng Rong: "Have you finished eating? Huaijin urged you."

Heng Rong put down the spoon: "I can leave anytime."

The wontons in his bowl haven't been finished yet, the real dragon doesn't need to eat human food, he's not hungry, it's just to accompany the scene.

Jing Qishu said, "No, don't waste food, eat quickly."

Heng Rong had no choice but to lower his head and continue eating. He quickly finished the wontons and drank all the soup in the bowl, and said, "Is it ready now?"

Jing Qishu was very satisfied, and nodded: "Let's go to Lin's house."

The two paid the money and got up, and after walking a short distance, they heard the boss shouting behind them: "Go slowly, you two! Come back next time."

The main residence of the Lin family is on Gusu Mountain outside Pingjiang City.

It is a big family, built by the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is the Lin family martial arts gym, teaching martial arts to children who have no spiritual roots and cannot practice.

Jing Qishu and Hengrong came to the gate of Lin Family Mountain, and the person who came out to greet them was a very young disciple, he didn't know Jing Qishu, looked him up and down, and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Leader of the Heavenly Dao." When there were outsiders, Jing Qishu was still obsessed with his personality, answering questions always came from Hengrong.

The disciple of the Lin family said: "The lord of the Heavenly Dao is not in our residence, you have found the wrong place."

There is an enchantment on the courtyard wall of the Lin Mansion, trespassing is very impolite, Heng Rong said patiently: "The leader of the Heavenly Dao and the elders should have come yesterday to investigate the loss of the dragon sword, if you don't understand at this time, don't let it go." Go ahead and report and ask."

But the disciple said: "What are you looking for for a dragon sword or a phoenix sword? Our Lin family doesn't have such things at all, and we haven't lost anything... You said you were looking for the leader of the Heavenly Dao League? Who are you from the Heavenly Dao League?"

Heng Rong really paused, looked back at Jing Qishu, and said: "I... a servant of the Immortal Venerable?"

The disciple couldn't believe it anymore, and glanced at Jing Qishu behind Heng Rong: "Immortal Venerable? What are you kidding, are you going to tell me later that the person behind you is the chief immortal of the Heavenly Dao League?"

Heng Rong: "..."

Jing Qishu: "..."

Jing Qishu's hand was already on the hilt of the sword that came back late, why not blow up the gate of the Lin Mansion, and if it blows up, he doesn't have to bother to let the other party invite him in.

Fortunately, this time, Xuan Huaijin arrived in time, and raised his voice, "He didn't lie."

Behind him was a middle-aged man, a mature and handsome man with a beard, he bowed his hands to Jing Qishu outside the door, and said: "The disciples in the door are young and ignorant, offending the immortal."

Jing Qishu said indifferently: "It's okay."

Xuan Huaijin introduced their identities to both parties. This handsome uncle is named Lin Jiwen, and he is the younger brother of Lin Changfeng, the head of the Lin family. Lin is slightly different from Lin Changfeng, the head of the Lin family.

Of course, these contents were not said in front of Lin Jiwen, but after the introduction of identities, they were said to Jing Qishu and Heng Rong alone with the technique of whispering into ears.

Xuan Huaijin also said that the reason why the disciples outside the mountain gate did not want to admit the throwing of the sword was because there was a disagreement within the Lin family. Lin Jiwen felt that it should be reported to the Tiandao League at this time, but Lin Changfeng felt that it had nothing to do with outsiders at this time, and the family should be ugly. Outwardly, do not want to let others know.

There is still a distance from the mountain gate to the main house, Lin Jiwen walked ahead, Xuan Huaijin was half a step behind, and whispered to Jing Qishu, "That Lin Changfeng is Chang Jian's biological brother, but a hundred years ago, Chang Jian left the Lin family, I haven't been back all these years."

From Xuan Huaijin's point of view, Lin Changjian seemed to be at odds with the Lin family, maybe there was something hidden when he left back then, but Lin Jiwen was right in front, so it seemed inappropriate to discuss family affairs in front of others.

Jing Qishu nodded slightly, but did not ask further questions.

Everyone is a cultivator, and the footsteps are also fast. In less than a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the door of the Lin family's original house on the mountainside. Lin Jiwen said: "I have arranged a room for the immortal in advance, but I didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, Jing Qishu brought a servant with him, one room was not enough, Lin Jiwen asked, "This... can I live in a guest room?"

Jing Qishu didn't care much, and said, "It's enough for him to live in the same room as me."

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Huaijin and Lin Jiwen looked sideways at each other.

Jing Qishu didn't think much about it at all, Heng Rong is still his servant now, what's wrong with living in a room with his servant?

Could it be that the rooms of the Lin family are too small to accommodate two people?

The immortal was dressed in white, standing against the light, with a cold and distant expression on his face, and any superfluous thoughts in front of him would be defiled, seeing his indifferent expression, Lin Jiwen knew that he was thinking too much, coughed lightly, and said: "Yes, of course Can."

Xuan Huaijin made two "tsk tsk", thinking in his heart, he is quite capable of fooling people.

A few people walked in, and as soon as they reached a spacious courtyard, they heard a laughing sound from a distance: "This is a member of the Tiandao League. They came here uninvited. They are thieves, ha ha."

The voice was very young, and the frivolity in his tone made people hate him. Lin Jiwen's expression also changed, and he said in embarrassment: "This...is my elder brother's son, Lin Ye."

Jing Qishu thought it was quite wild.

Lin Jiwen said: "He has never been down the mountain since he was a child, and he has been spoiled by his family, everyone, this way please."

He tried his best to avoid Lin Ye, but Lin Ye didn't give him this face. A man came from the other side of the yard, holding a sword that exuded a faint cold air in his hand.

Xuan Huaijin's eyes fell on the sword: "Bing Po."

The Lin family's sword is as famous as the Lin family's mental method. This kind of family-style sect is usually very rich. The Lin family has a hidden sword building, which houses spiritual sword artifacts collected from all over Kyushu. Among them, Bing Po is more famous. a handful.

However, the material of this sword is special, extremely cold, and the talent is not enough. It will be frostbitten by the cold air of the sword. It has been hidden in the sword building for hundreds of years.

Unexpectedly, the Lin family has produced another talented junior who can control the ice soul.

Xuan Huaijin recognized Bing Po, which made the young man very happy. His arrogance became even more arrogant, and his eyes were fixed on Jing Qishu. He raised his sword and said, "I have long heard that the immortal master of the Heavenly Dao League This is No.1 in Kyushu, today I would like to ask Xianzun for a lesson or two."

As soon as the words fell, he rushed over with a sword in hand.

This behavior was extremely offensive, even Xuan Huaijin frowned, but Lin Jiwen looked shocked, he was frightened, and hurriedly shouted: "Immortal Venerable! Be merciful!"

In front of this young man named Lin Ye, Jing Qishu was an elder, and he was the kind who couldn't grow any longer. He shouldn't attack this young man, just block him.

The other party probably also guessed this point, and then acted unscrupulously.

But for Jing Qishu himself, the opponent with his sword is the enemy, since it is the enemy——

The body was already ahead of the brain, and the moment the boy rushed over, he kicked across the side.

He listened to Lin Jiwen's words, but he was merciful and didn't draw his sword.

But even if he doesn't use his sword, doesn't use his spiritual power, and has a tyrannical body of self-cultivation, it's not something this young man can deal with. This kick was crisp and sharp, and it kicked firmly on the young man's waist. fly out!

Just listen to "bang"!He smashed on the rockery in the corner of the wall, crushing the blooming hydrangeas.

After the dust flew up, Lin Ye lay on the ground recklessly, with blood slowly bleeding from the corners of his lips.

The scene was silent, Jing Qishu stood there indifferently, and said flatly, "Sorry, reflex."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the thunder and nutrient solution before, woo woo woo, the liver update before was confused qwq finished writing and hurriedly saved it in the manuscript box and then forgot.

My memory may be a little better than Shark's.

Shark: Are you polite?

Shark is actually not very delicate, although he is indeed very delicate sometimes, but he considers himself a macho!