As the sky gradually became late, dim lights shone through the windows of every household, shaping the small town of Saibei in early winter into a warm color.

Zhao Xifeng and his son, Aunt Li and Li Xuan, were sitting around the Zhao family's kitchen hall. There was a copper blast furnace about a foot high on the table. The charcoal fire in the furnace was red, the mutton was first ripe, and the cabbage stored before winter rolled back and forth in the plump soup, which was mouth-watering.

The dining table was full of joy and even a little bit of holiday.

Aunt Li dug out a jar of aged wine from under his tree for more than ten years. Unlike the clear and cold glass burning in the town, this is the rice wine from Aunt Li’s hometown in Jiangnan. After years of storage, the wine has a thick amber color. It emits a lingering fragrance after being warmed by the fire.

Aunt Li first filled two small bowls, and asked Zhao Xifeng and Li Xuan to sprinkle them on the ground with great importance to commemorate their blood relatives who were no longer by their side. Li Xuan looked confused and thought that she hadn't seen her mother for a long time, she toasted while crying. Zhao Xifeng had never seen her biological parents since she was a child, so she looked indifferent and poured out wine to make things happen. She licked the remaining wine at the bottom of the bowl and returned to the table.

Then, Aunt Li filled the glasses of four people one by one, and even Li Xuan, who had never drunk wine, got a glass. After a while, most of the mutton and yellow wine were wiped out. In a while, Aunt Li thought of Li Xuan's parents, so she didn't know how many times it was. Zhao Wu was boasting about the story of his horse riding on the battlefield when he was young, saying that the barbarians were so cruel, the generals were so mighty, and the Miyun Pass was so majestic. Gradually, he stopped talking about these things. He began to talk about the interesting things about Zhao Xifeng when he was young, what evil he committed the day before yesterday, and what eggs he pounded yesterday. Aunt Li smiled and added, Li Xuan didn't know why the elders were so happy today, but he guessed that it was probably related to the school management. The childish promised to study hard, and everyone laughed happily, while Zhao Xifeng took out the cotton coat from the house and put it on Zhao Wu who was already drunk.

After drinking and having enough food, Li Xuan fell asleep without leaving any alcohol. Aunt Li helped Zhao Wu, who was still muttering to himself, lying down, while she stayed to clean up.

Zhao Xifeng walked out of the house silently and wandered around casually. After a while, he walked to the peach tree again. He looked at the peach tree and looked at the small door that he couldn't walk out this morning. After he hesitating, he walked into the temple courtyard and leaned against the trunk and sat down slowly. For some reason, he had an inexplicable dependence on this peach tree. When Zhao Wu said he wanted to take him to refine his body, he chose this place. After registering for the school, he also wanted to come here to sit. Today, he heard the adults talking about their biological parents at the dinner table. Although he showed disdain on his face, he still felt a little sad. He lowered his head and picked up a branch, slowly drew two words on the ground, and whispered: "Mom."

The moonlight was slowly falling, and a shadow of a peach branch swayed on Zhao Xifeng's face, like a hand to comfort him, gently stroked his cheek.

In the small temple, the old monk in Mai looked at Zhao Xifeng's back as he sat quietly under the tree for a while, his eyes showed compassion and his mouth was pronounced on the Buddha's name.

A moment later, the old monk said to the empty corner: "Donald Ding came to my mountain and wild temple, I don't know what it costs."

A sudden trembling in the shadow of the corner of the small temple, gradually showing a blurred figure, sounding like a night owl, and looking like a ghost: "The bald donkey in the sea of ​​dry sea has disappeared for seventeen years, I really miss you a little."

The old monk returned calmly: "Twenty years ago, the donor Ding Yuan was buried by the river, under the name of a water ghost, and insidiously harmed the lives of merchants and travelers, collecting souls and refining magic weapons. I have been guarding you by the river for ten years, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to meet you and today I have a chance to be destined to be together. It is better for you and me to discuss and confirm that it is because there is a water ghost in the world, or a great monk has gone to."

Ding Yuan smiled strangely and said, "Dry sea bald donkey, don't mess with me. In the past few years, you have already refined the entire Panlong Town within the ten directions of barriers. The entire town is your world. Except for the blood of the city, no one can break it. But as long as I don't enter the town gate, you can't do anything to me, because I'm faster than you."

While talking to Ku Hai, Ding Yuan's figure was always a phantom. It turned out that he had been urging his body to move forward and retreat repeatedly, almost reaching the point where his figure was blurred.

Ku Hai closed his eyes and confirmed that as long as Ding Yuan did not step into the town, he could not be locked. So he sighed and gave up his attempt.

Ding Yuan smiled proudly and continued, "I am here this time, so I can't make things difficult for you, the monk. I'm just entrusted by someone to ask you for something, and bring my master's magic weapon back to the mountains."

Ku Hai raised his eyelids and said, "The magic weapon mentioned by Mr. Ding is the soul-tapping tube that he lost here when Baigui assassinated Princess Yongle? I wonder what the other two are?"

"It is the soul-reflecting tube. Baigui stole my sect and went to Baihu while my senior brother was in seclusion. Now I will get it back, so it can be considered as the original owner." Ding Yuan nodded with his hands behind his back, "As for the other two, one is the star stone condensed by this star tide, and the other is Long Yabi of the girl from the Zhao family."

Ku Hai said angrily: "That soul-reflecting tube is a bad weapon to gather Yin objects to search for souls and souls! If I hadn't remembered the old relationship between your head and my master, it would have been ruined long ago! How could it be handed over to people with such character as Donor Ding? Long Yabi is the object of Princess Yongle's burial. Not to mention that I don't know where the princess was buried, even if I know, it's impossible to dig a grave! As for the star stone..." Ku Hai paused and said, "I have been looking for it from many places for many years, but I have never seen whereabouts. These three things are precious treasures. Mr. Toddin's work, hey, it's such a big face and a greedy appetite!"

Ding Yuan raised his hand and threw a waist card, and said with a slight smile: "Is there a big face? You can talk about it after seeing it."

Ku Hai raised his hand to take it, and saw a golden-winged griffon on the token looking at the heroic hero, flapping his wings and flying. He couldn't help but remain silent for a moment, and said, "Even if it is a royal figure, not everything in the world belongs to it. Besides, after the Jiayuan student fortune in the capital, no one can explain the future trend of the Zhao family of the royal family in the future. I also asked Mr. Ding to convey to me that there is no eternal wealth in the world. If you want to get the Star Stone and Longya Bi, you have to pass the gate of my monk first."

Ding was originally a person with a perverted temperament. He spent a long time patient with Ku Hai tonight. One is that he was afraid of Ku Hai's cultivation, and the other is that this fact is too important. At this moment, he has been impatient for a long time and is still resolute. He couldn't help but say angrily: "Monster Bald, don't think you are retracted into the shell of this turtle in Panlong Town. I will do anything to you."

Ku Hai said calmly: "Donor Ding can try it, but I can't ask for it."

Ding Yuan smiled and put his hands into his sleeves, as if he was rubbing something constantly, making a whirlpool. After a while, thick plasma began to flow out from the floor tiles of the small temple, in the cracks of the earthen walls, and even under the dry sea futon. The plasma quickly filled the entire small temple, flooding the dry sea's mouth and nose.

Ku Hai looked calm and ignored the plasma at all, and still spoke: "Donor Ding was fiddling with these blood-rotten gadgets 17 years ago, while Miss Baigui could search for gods and ghosts five years ago to create an external Dharma body. I have to say that the talent is limited and the pattern is limited."

While talking, Kuhai took out a wooden fish and tapped it gently. The Buddha sound echoed in the small temple, and everything returned to normal.

The technique was broken, but Ding Yuan was not depressed at all. He still put his hands into his sleeves and said, "You bald donkey is old and has a deep skill, but do you think everyone in Panlong Town has the ability to do you?"

Ku Hai frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

Ding Yuan sat cross-legged and said lazily: "It's not interesting. I can't beat you and you can't catch me, so I stayed next to your town. Anyone in the town has been out of the town for more than thirty miles, and I will kill one. Anyway, the palace is eager to ask for Star Stone, and use some extraordinary means. If you have no choice, you will be fine." After saying that, he laughed wildly.

Ku Hai's brows became tighter and tighter, and he remained silent.

Seeing that Ku Hai was already being held by him, Ding Yuan was worried that the old monk would be burned with his jade, so he took a step back and said, "I will not take advantage of you, the old monk. This is worse than betting with me in a game. If you win, I will turn around and leave. If you lose, you can choose two of the three things I mentioned just now, so that I can give me an explanation, what do you think."

Ku Hai pondered for a while and asked, "I wonder how donor Ding wants to bet?"

Ding Yuan said, "I know that Zhou Zhe has done some college exams in the town these two days. Hey, I just want to recruit a few strong men for the Tianqingsi Cabinet, which has always been a small crowd. It just so happens that this group of children has a little kid I like, and I want to teach him something. It is better for us to achieve the achievements of these children a year later. If the descendants of the monk can surpass my successors, then I have nothing to say, what do you think."

Ku Hai weighed the pros and cons, and replied: "You can only teach martial arts, but you cannot enter your master."

Ding Yuan sneered and said, "I'll rely on you, don't blame me for taking advantage of you. My apprentice has already chosen it. Yours must also pay attention to the fate of Luo Shizi."

"Don't worry about the donor." Ku Hai waved his sleeves to see him off.

Ding Yuan sneered and retreated into the shadow, and disappeared immediately.
Chapter completed!