Han Dan

The wind in the world blows down the flowers in the world, and the early spring grass in the world is stubbled.

Gu Qingmian stood on the spot, staring at a sparrow with its head tilted for a while, only to realize that something was wrong.The jade pendant in his hand might be able to bring him back to the Qinghan Temple, but Gu Qingmian chanted countless "Go back", "Return to Guan" and "Qinghan Temple" in his heart, and the jade pendant remained motionless - he really didn't know how to use this thing.

Deep forest, path, Chunyang.

Occasionally, a burdened farmer passed by, and he gave him a special look.Under the warm and warm sun, the monk in the snow robe and red plum blossoms has a handsome face, and his eyes are like water.When the wind blows and the wind falls, the white clothes are flying, which makes her look like a fairy, and she almost wants to ride the wind and go away.

It's just that this person has no appearance, and now he can't find the way back to the sect.

Gu Qingmian touched the phantom leaf grass in his hand.Fortunately, he usually doesn't bother to go back home, so he stays in the alchemy room all day long, and most of his things are stuffed in the storage bag.Now as soon as he reached out his hand, he took out half a bottle of Yi Rong Pill.He opened the bottle and ate one.The facial features gradually faded away, turning into an ordinary face.Afterwards, he went out of the trail again, searched into the depths of the woods, hid inside and took off his snow robe, Hongmei, and put on a dress he didn't know when he put it in.

He had long felt that Qing Hanguan's snow robe and red plums were in the way - the sleeves were too wide, the back hem was too long, and there was a sense of immortality between movements, but it was easy to catch fire when refining alchemy.

The sparrow was still there, bouncing around and watching the whole process. It tilted its head and looked curiously, its eyes like beans were dark and moist.Gu Qingmian looked up at it, and the wind blew gently, blowing down the forest flowers all over her shoulders.He smiled softly, putting his fingers to his lips.

"Secret."

The little thing fluttered its wings twice, wondering if it understood.

Gu Qingmian pushed aside the trees and returned to the road.Unexpectedly, just as he set foot on the road, he saw a person in front of him swaying and fell to the ground.Gu Qingmian's figure flickered, and he stretched out his hand to support the man's arm: "Be careful!"

It was an old mortal with no spiritual power in his body.Although it was spring now, it was still chilly. He was only wearing short shirt and shorts, and an old gown.The man was originally carrying a pole, but now it fell, scattering the firewood in a mess.Gu Qingmian thought, maybe this is a folk woodcutter.

The woodcutter didn't faint, but was struggling a little, and said intermittently: "Thank you, thank you."

Gu Qingmian said: "It's okay." After saying that, he supported the old man: "Old man, are you okay?"

The woodcutter's nasal voice was heavy, and he was snoring and panting.His hair is withered and white, his lips are dry and cracked, the whites of his eyes are cloudy yellow, covered with bloodshot eyes, and his dark face is carved with deep wrinkles. He looks very old and very tired. Gu Qingmian helped him up, but he staggered a few times. Step: "Chai - firewood."

Gu Qingmian quickly supported him against the tree, gathered the firewood and tied it up.He was used to taking care of herbs in Qinghan Temple, stacking several bundles of firewood neatly.After coding, he glanced at the woodcutter and couldn't help saying: "Old man, let me recite."

At the same time, Gu Qinghe was pacing back and forth in Qinghan Temple: "Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Xuepao Hongmei, who was in charge of a thorough investigation of Gu's family, said awkwardly: "Could it be because - only with a saber, can you use the token to look back?"

As soon as the words came out, both of them had a meal.Gu Qinghe asked: "Is there such a thing?"

The disciple nodded: "Yes, but—"

Qinghan Temple is famous for its sword in Kyushu, Qinghan Temple's disciples, who would go out without a sword?Gu Qinghe took a deep breath, and heard the little disciple say: "Master Shuangtu's cultivation base is so high, he can't use the token to come back, but he can fly with the sword—"

He paused again, and changed his words abruptly: "You can also fly back directly, as long as he knows the way, it won't take long..." However, his voice became smaller and smaller, because he remembered that Shuangtu Shizu 200 In the past few years, I haven't been out of the temple.The little disciple suddenly felt hopeless, just like the despair that everyone who knew Gu Qingmian often felt, "Master, Master Shuangtu, he should not be abducted by mortals."

Gu Qinghe's veins twitched, but he still waved his hands and said, "No, no, don't look at Gu Qingmian like this, he—he's still, quite—very alert."

In the world, Gu Qingmian put down the firewood and clapped his hands.

He helped carry the firewood all the way to the old woodcutter's house.The old man was very grateful and asked him to stay for dinner.The old man has a serious name, Jing Cheng.Jing Cheng's house was in the middle of the mountain, deep in the jungle, with no way in front of the village or behind, and even the sunlight was strongly blocked.

His family is not rich, there is only one table, two beds, and a rotten mattress on the floor.The four walls are so dilapidated that the wind blows on all sides, it is almost destitute.

Gu Qingmian politely declined, saying that he had brought dry food.

The old woodcutter also got angry, and stretched out his hand to keep him: "Ah, brother, you are welcome. My son is going out of customs today, and he must make up for everything he says."

Gu Qingmian was taken aback for a moment: "Exit?"

Jing Cheng continued: "Today I chopped firewood and made a good stew...the last old hen in the house, the old hen is very old, and the soup will be very nourishing..." He has a bad ear, so he unconsciously said Read, read a few words before reacting: "Exit? Ah, ah yes."

"My son is leaving the customs."

Just as the voice fell, there was a muffled sound, and the source seemed to be underground.

Jing Cheng suddenly became excited and bumped his head out.Gu Qingmian followed closely behind.But there is a well behind the house, which is covered with a manhole cover.

The old woodcutter stared at the well cover for a long time, and called out, "My son!" Someone seemed to answer at the bottom of the well.

Then, the manhole cover was pushed away, revealing a face.It was a dusty face covered with mud, only a pair of bright eyes could be seen.The man crawled out on hands and feet, stood outside the well and said, "Brother Wan, take it easy!"

The person behind responded, "Okay."

The tone is humming in the well, but it is deep and heavy, like an old wine.Gu Qingmian seemed to have heard this voice somewhere.Standing behind the old man, he saw a man crawling out with a bag in his arms.The people who came out later were also covered in soil and mud, messy and messy, except for the red rope hanging around their necks.

This red rope is quite strange, it was not even stained with any mud.It's just a little too long, falling to the man's dantian.The rope was scarlet like blood, and a piece of beautiful jade hung from the end.

Gu Qingmian's gaze froze.

The trees in the forest are towering, and the jagged shadows of the trees seep into a little sunlight and shine on the jade.

Green and clear, clear and flawless.

It is reasonable to say that the jade pendant should be upright and gentle, but it is surrounded by a fierce spirit, and its spiritual power is full of monsters.Ordinary people may not be able to feel it, but monks can see it clearly.

Gu Qingmian tasted all kinds of herbs, understood all kinds of fires, and saw what he caught.The Dan Fang Dan books of Qing Han Guan were printed in the depths of his mind one by one.So he recognized it at a glance.

This is the alchemy treasure of the magic way - Mingyu.Moreover, this is the best among Mingyu.

Qing Mingyu.

Gu Qingmian immediately lost his stance of orthodox alchemy, his eyes lit up, and he thought, I have met a treasure!

The author has something to say:

I was wrong... I didn't pay attention to the time and sent out the previous version.So I locked it up and fixed it myself~

very sorry~

It is reasonable to say that it is updated every week, but I am too busy during this period, and the update time is uncertain, so I implore everyone to look after it!

than heart~