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"Master, this is Qingshan." Luo Xixian raised his eyes and looked around. Everything was covered with smoke and no one was around. Except for a village at the corner of the mountain, it was really a good place for Qingxiu.

Luo Qing raised his white eyebrows proudly, "This is Qingshan. From today on, you are just my disciple. You will be able to recover when you come down from the mountain."

Although he was young, he was not afraid of heaven or earth. Luo Xixian not only caused great harm in Jicheng, Luo State, but also occasionally traveled far away, but he could not leave much "prestige".

Now I am just staying in Qingshan for a while, so there is nothing wrong with me.

However, he soon realized how empty this place was. It was not a place for a girl with an active nature to stay for a long time. In just two years, Luo Xixian already felt like he had nothing to do.

Fortunately, she still had something to learn, otherwise she would have treated people stupidly. She thought so, and later traveled around the countries, and her feelings were even more extraordinary. Fortunately, she returned to her roots after growing old, and had someone to accompany her, which was also a beautiful thing.

Things are.

Unable to sit still, Luo Xixian took advantage of Luoqing's retreat and sneaked to the foot of Qingshan. He told the villagers that he had come from afar and heard about the reputation of Qingshan here, so he came to see its beauty.

Even if they just like Qingshan, the villagers are happy. After all, they are at the foot of the mountain, and the legend of Qingshan is closely related to their ancestors. Who knows who the visitors are.

Worried about getting into trouble, Luo Xixian pretended to be a young man, a seven-year-old girl at home, named Xiaoqi. However, teenagers and girls, even if they dress up a little, are indistinguishable from male and female. Thinking about an ordinary girl, she is so different.

I thought about it for a while.

Of course, Luo Xixian, who is inside, cannot notice it at the moment.

At this moment, Luo Xixian was having a lively conversation with the villagers at the foot of Qingshan Village. Those older Qingshan villagers were both proud and nostalgic when talking about the past events of their ancestors.

Because of this, the story, which was originally an eight-point story, was elevated to ten points with the addition of an emotional performance. At least Luo Xixian's eyes were bright when he listened to the story, and he was eager to wait for the old man to say what he wanted to do.

He said anxiously: "Grandpa, the story is not over yet?"

He didn't forget to hand the water cup in his hand to the old man. The old man told stories and drank water. His stomach was already bulging. At this time, he couldn't bear it anymore. His face twitched and he disappeared in front of the young man dragging his walking stick.

Luo Xixian felt a little guilty. He stretched out his hand and touched his nose. He touched it with his fingers and saw the setting sun getting late. He counted with his fingers and found that it was already the end of the Youshi hour, which is when the master came out of seclusion.

Unable to wait for the old man's story, Luo Xixian hurriedly slipped into Qingshan while there was no one around.

When the old man turned around slowly, he found that the boy had already disappeared.

The old man groaned dissatisfied: "It's just a lie to say that I love Qingshan very much. I just want to take my Qingshan story and be the storyteller." After saying this, he felt a little melancholy. He didn't know when people would come again to listen to the stories of their ancestors.

story.

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Luo Xixian sneaked into the mountain and was lucky enough not to be discovered by the master. Luo Xixian was grabbed by the back of the neck. Due to the height difference, his feet were off the ground and he couldn't touch the ground after struggling for a long time. Luo Xixian had to give up.

, begging for mercy from Luo Qing.

Luo Xixian heard a cold snort, but there was no one there, only one hand was left, which was somewhat consistent with the story the old man told just now. I wanted to ask if it was the ability of his ancestors.

As if he knew it, Luo Qing knocked the other party on the head and said: "First settle the accounts for the old man just now, and then, I need you to go down the mountain for something to do as a teacher."

Luo Xixian's eyes, which were clear in black and white, as bright as the stars, were like the moonlight at night, lighting up the starry sky.

This made Luo Qing feel dissatisfied again, and he knocked again, "I don't know that you are so unwilling to stay in the mountains with me. After only two years, I can't stay any longer."

Luo Xixian was busy acting coquettishly, but Luo Xixian's eyes were unpredictable in the mist.

After coaxing the person, he asked: "Master, you just said that there is something that requires my disciple to go there, can you tell me in detail?"

In the mist, Luo Qing made a move to dig around on his body. After a moment, he took out something and threw it to Luo Xixian. The latter reached out to take it, and in the blink of an eye, the hand was gone.

Luo Xixian pretended to sigh, then saw that the person really left.

He picked up the thing in his hand and took a closer look. It turned out to be a roll of bamboo slips.

It clearly stated where she needed to go, where she needed to go, what she needed to get, and how she needed to do it. If it hadn't been to teach her to take things from others, Luo Xixian's lesson would have been to persuade others to do good.

Also, when I unfolded the bamboo slips just now, something fell out.

When I got my hands on it, I saw that it was actually a compass.

Luo Xixian took the compass and looked at it for a long time. It was really just a simple compass, and it couldn't be half fake. Could it be that the master was worried that he would get lost when he went out, so he specially prepared it for her.

Although I know the way well, it’s hard to refuse someone who is thoughtfully preparing me.

It seems that this generous old man also has a conscience sometimes.

He carefully collected the compass and thought about what to do next.

This kind of theft has never been her specialty, nor is she fond of it, and Luo Wangye's teachings are still fresh in her mind. It really goes against the teachings of her ancestors, but the teacher's orders are greater than heaven.

It's better to barter for things.

I just don’t know what the person who was stolen would think.

With the method in hand, Luo Xixian was full of ambition. He turned around and bowed three times to the house where Luo Qing was staying to thank his teacher for his kindness, and then descended from the Qingshan Mountain without looking back.

After a long while, the fog gathered and dissipated in the place just now, and Luo Qing appeared. Looking at Luo Xixian's long gone figure, he murmured: "Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all...

..."

After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and left seriously.

The white mist gathers together again, regardless of you and me.

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On the other side, Luo Xixian, who came down the mountain, really felt the vastness of the sky and the atmosphere that was different from the green mountains. He smiled brightly. He stretched out his arms and embraced the town not far away, where smoke was burning.

The graceful white smoke goes straight up into the blue clouds.

Smelling the aroma of food, Luo Xixian's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. Fortunately, there was no one around, so he didn't feel uncomfortable.

However, we still have to hurry, which is really a torture in the human world.

If we don't rush to the place indicated on the bamboo slips before sunset, we may have to sleep in the open tonight.

The bamboo slips show the place: Qin State, the eldest son's mansion, the eldest son's favorite sword, and the specific time is also specified.

The first two are understandable, but the master kept it secret when he fell in love with sword dancing. He was so impatient that he even asked for time.

The confused Luo Xixian passed through Qingyang Village on an empty stomach without eating. This was similar to the ancient Xia Dynasty when he controlled floods and passed through his house three times without entering. He was very proud of himself.

After many journeys, we finally arrived at Yueyang City of Qin State at Haishi.

The Qin State is now not as good as the Six Kingdoms, and there is chaos all the way. However, Yueyang City is the capital of a country, so it must be much stronger.

After taking a short rest, Luo Xixian went out to find a way first.
Chapter completed!