Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

After envying him, Fat San peeked into the house again, but he didn't see Hei Lin, so he dared to approach and whispered: "Little brother, the village chief said that the yamen servants at the entrance of the village have not left, and they still can't get out. Just now a villager I tried to go out from other places, but I was caught and beaten, and then rushed back to the village."

If Qiu Shi, who was inexperienced and pure in nature, would not think too much, he would only think, since the yamen servants refuse to let him out, why should he try the law by himself?

But the experience of these two months has made him mature a lot.Thinking about it carefully, I also feel that this matter is a bit strange.

He quickly turned around and looked into the room.

But Hei Lin ignored Fat San's words, put on his boots with a cold face, and sat down on the chair.

Patriarch, is this unhappy?Qiu Shi quickly took the steaming wooden basin from Fat San's hand, twisted the veil, and offered it to the patriarch with both hands.

The coldness on Hei Lin's face dissipated, he took the handkerchief, but helped him wipe his fingers carefully, and said softly: "You forgot again? I don't need to wash, a spell can solve it."

Qiu Shi blushed, and quickly pulled her hands away.

How can I let the patriarch wipe his hands for him?

Fat San entered the house with breakfast.

Inadvertently looked at the eye bed.

The mattress is a bit messy, but the quilt has not been opened...

Feeling a cold gaze, he quickly retracted his gaze and put the breakfast on the table.

Seeing that the patriarch was not angry anymore, Qiu Shi dipped his finger in water and wrote on the table: Shall we go to the entrance of the village to see it?

Hei Lin sighed lightly: "If you want to take care of this matter, then do it!"

They were going outside anyway.

To refine the elixir to cure the throat, one still needs a lot of ingredients; the person who ruined Qiu Shi's face must also be killed; Qiu Shi's cultivation base is too low, so he needs more experience...

Hearing that the patriarch agreed, Fat San was overjoyed.

It's still the younger brother who speaks.

After breakfast, they had to go.

The villagers who came to see him off crowded the yard of the village chief's house, all of them respectful and fearful.

The immortals of Ziyun Temple saved their village, they were naturally grateful and respectful, but Hei Lin's face was too cold, and they were terrified.

The village head held a cloth bag in both hands and presented it to Fat San: "Immortal, these are the cakes that the villagers just made in the morning, and I took them with me to eat on the road. This year's harvest is not good, so there is nothing to dedicate to the immortal. When the harvest is next year, I will definitely take it with me. Let the villagers go to Ziyun Hall to offer thanks..."

Fat San quickly took the cloth bag: "The village chief is very polite."

The cloth bag was heavy and warm, warming Fat San's hands and heart.

He naturally knew the situation in the village. The harvest was not good at first, and because of the ice monster, there was only one plowing cow and one old hen left in the village.

But the old hen was stewed for them last night.

This bag of cakes is probably the best thing for the villagers.

Fat San put the cloth bag on his back and said goodbye: "Everyone take care!"

Then turned around and chased after the patriarch and the younger brother

Although the ice has melted, the snow is still there. Although it is only ankle deep, it is still very difficult to walk.

He really couldn't walk at the speed of the patriarch.

Before reaching the entrance of the village, I saw a wooden fence in front, and two yamen servants were warming up around a fire.

Seeing them coming, the two yamen servants stood up, drew their swords, and shouted: "Who is here? Go back quickly!"

Fearing that the patriarch would be unhappy and slap him to death with one sleeve, Fat San hurriedly shouted: "Officer, official, I'm going to the city."

The bearded yamen servant raised the dangling white knife in his hand: "Let me be honest, I'm not allowed to go anywhere."

Seeing that Hei Lin's face darkened, seeming displeased, Fat San quickly drew out his long sword, and kicked over the wooden fence with one foot, using only swordsmanship without using his cultivation.

Since the text is not good, let's come to the martial arts!

With just a few moves, he beat the two yamen servants to the ground and begged for mercy.

"Let me ask you." Fat San pointed at the bearded government servant with the tip of his sword: "Why don't the villagers be allowed out of the village?"

The bearded man didn't hesitate at all, and immediately said: "Ying... hero, I... I said... next spring, the emperor... will make a southern tour, and before the southern tour... the imperial envoys will come to Hanzhou for inspection. The county magistrate... was afraid that the villagers would gossip, talk nonsense, and startle... disturb the imperial envoy, so he didn't let them go out..."

"Nonsense!" Fat San scolded angrily: "Don't you guys know about the ice monster in Chenjia Village? Not only do you refuse to save them, but you also prevent the villagers from going out. Isn't this going to put them to death?"

The bearded man quickly defended: "Hero! How can there be an ice monster here? It's just that the snow is getting bigger. The magistrate is afraid that they will be frozen, so he set aside charcoal for them!"

Seeing Fat San pointing his sword all the time, he said again: "Hero! Everything I said is true! I dare not tell half a lie..."

Fat San looked at Hei Lin.

Hei Lin glanced at the big river flowing through the village, then at Qiu Shi, and asked, "What do you think?"

Qiu Shi broke off a branch and wrote on the snow: They should not have lied.

Judging by the bullying and fearful reactions of these two people, if these people knew that there was an ice monster, they would definitely not dare to stay here.

A smile welled up in Hei Lin's cold eyes, and he rubbed Qiu Shi's head: "That's right, I've made progress."

Being praised and touched like a child, Qiu Shi couldn't help but blushed again.

Although he came from a good background, but because of his bad birth date, he lived in trembling and trembling in Qiu's house.

After arriving at Qin's house, because Qin Wenmin didn't have sex with him, he was even more cautious.

I always thought I was bad in every way.

But ever since he met the Patriarch, he has been praised from time to time...

As soon as he lowered his head, he was pulled by Hei Lin and walked out of the village.

Fat San hurriedly dropped the two yamen servants and followed, boldly asking:

"Master Patriarch, why do you think the ice monster chose Chen Family Village to be the scourge?"

Hei Lin said without turning his head: "Not interested!"

Fat San paused, not daring to ask any more questions.

But he just calmed down, when Hei Lin's cold voice suddenly sounded: "Although your cultivation is not worth mentioning, you did a good job just now, and you must not use spells unless it is absolutely necessary for mortals."

Fat San's frustrated heart suddenly blossomed with joy.

Grandpa is praising him?

"Master Patriarch." Fat San hurriedly bent down and cupped his hands: "This disciple must cultivate hard, not to embarrass Ziyun Palace, and to live up to Master Patriarch's teachings."

"Purple Cloud Palace?" Hei Lin snorted coldly: "A bunch of useless trash."

Fat San paused and looked at Qiushi who was also embarrassed. The two lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound, and followed behind Hei Lin with lowered eyebrows.

Compared with the Patriarch, aren't the rest of Ziyun Palace just useless waste?

The further you go, the shallower the snow becomes, and when you reach the official road, there is only mud mixed with dirty snow that has not completely melted.

Hei Lin seemed to dislike the muddy road very much, and was about to cast a spell when he heard the sound of clanging.

Several bullock carts approached slowly from a distance.