"You're burning the bridge after you've outlived your usefulness!" Li Qingshan said.
"So what if I am? I've already grown tired of using it. Piss off!" Han Qiongzhi chewed on the Fruit of Wisdom as she kicked Li Qingshan away forcefully, but her movements gradually weakened. Light flowed through her eyes, and the Fruit of Wisdom began to take effect.
"So dizzy! I wonder what will happen to me. " Han Qiongzhi sighed with a smile. "I don't want to see you again when I wake up. This isn't a place you should be. Let's go, let's go …" She murmured like that before finally closing her eyes and collapsing into Li Qingshan's arms.
Li Qingshan embraced her tightly reluctantly. After quite a while, he kissed her forehead gently and patiently helped her put on her clothes, tidied up her hair, and placed a formation, a few bottles of Virtue Accumulation pills, and a stack of violet talismans beside her. These were all spoils of war he had obtained from Si Qing's sumeru ring.
He paced around the dwelling a few more times before suddenly shaking his head with a smile. He muttered to himself, "I'll be back, no matter how long I'll be gone."
Afterwards, he stepped out of the dwelling and vanished into the whistling wind and snow alone.
"Yeah, I'll be waiting for you."
Han Qiongzhi closed her eyes and said with an almost undetectable voice.
… …
Li Qingshan remembered that there was still a person he had not seen on his return to the Green province this time. He heard from Liu Changqing that he had already lived in seclusion for many years, so he made his way through the wind and snow and arrived in a tranquil mountain forest.
Unlike other places ravaged by the locust plague, this place was still lush with vegetation, and the lake was tranquil. It seemed particularly clean and beautiful in the snow.
"Danqing, are you there?"
Li Qingshan called out. A while later, the formation opened up, revealing a few elegant huts. A handsome man in green clothes stood in front of the huts. "Qingshan, you've returned from the Mist province!"
"You've undergone the second heavenly tribulation!"
Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. In order to repair the Three Absolutes Calligraphy for him, Chu Danqing's cultivation had regressed to Qi Practitioners in the past. He never thought not only would his cultivation recover completely after twenty or thirty years, but it had even improved. His bearing became even more refined.
"You've passed the third heavenly tribulation!"
Chu Danqing was even more surprised. After tempering his demon heart, Li Qingshan no longer used the spirit turtle to suppress it. The aura he naturally gave off was clearly at the third heavenly tribulation.
"Looks like we didn't waste any time," Li Qingshan said with a smile.
"I really don't know how you cultivate. It's simply unimaginable. Don't stand in the snow. Come in and have a seat! "
"There's nothing to sit in the house. Why don't we go there and admire the snow?" Li Qingshan pointed to the lakeside. There was a simple pavilion covered with thick grass. It was a good place to admire the snow.
"Alright, I just happen to have a jar of good wine. Let's drink wine and admire the snow. Let's get drunk together! "Chu Danqing was also in high spirits.
The two of them sat down in the pavilion, and Chu Danqing took out a scroll. With a shake of his hand, the scroll unfurled, and maids walked out of it one after another, some carrying zithers. Some held a fire, and in the blink of an eye, the pavilion was set up properly.
A few red-crowned cranes flew out of the painting and danced on the lake in the snow. It was natural without any pretense, perfectly blending into the surrounding scenery. It was like a freehand painting of mountains and rivers. There were also a few zither notes. It was like a cold spring that was soaked in ice and snow. It was refreshing, and for a moment, it was like an immortal's realm.
"Your methods as an artist sure are useful. Even I find it hard to tell the real from the fake. " At first glance, Li Qingshan could not tell the real from the fake. He sighed inwardly, "After so many years, Chu Danqing's painting skills have become even more exquisite."
"It's still not as good as the school of Novels' materialization. But looking at your cultivation, it doesn't seem like you have anything to do with the school of Novels," Chu Danqing said modestly.
"The world is always unpredictable. By the way, don't tell me the wine you're treating me to is also a painting? "
"How could that be?" Chu Danqing said as he took out a blue-and-white porcelain jar and opened it.
A fragrance rushed out of the jar and spread in the cold air, but it was different from the usual wine fragrance. Li Qingshan looked into the jar and saw the black liquid rippling in it. Only then did he come to a realization. "This is ink? Don't tell me you're treating me to ink! "
"This is Danqing Wine. I usually can't bear to drink it!" Chu Danqing said.
"Don't tell me this was brewed with your blood?" Li Qingshan remembered that Chu Danqing had a special bloodline called Vermilion Blood. He could not help but feel suspicious. He had already drunk the blood of a friend and did not want to drink a second.
"I can't brew such wine. Come and have a taste!" Chu Danqing ordered the painting beauties to pour the wine. When the wine entered the goblet, the fragrance became stronger. It was like ink, but not ink, like wine, but not wine.
Li Qingshan tried taking a sip, and his eyes lit up. The fragrant and unique taste spread in his mouth. Wherever the wine flowed, the flesh there seemed to melt. It was not spicy, but it was even more spicy. It also contained an extremely pure spiritual energy. It was definitely not just for satisfying the taste.
He drank the wine in the goblet in one gulp. His organs seemed to have turned into a mass of chaos. He closed his eyes and savored it for a while, refining the wine. Just Now, he praised, "Good wine!"
"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Chu Danqing slowly savored the wine.
"No wonder your cultivation speed is so fast. Where did you get this wine?" Li Qingshan asked curiously. However, even a great cultivator at the third heavenly tribulation might not be able to drink this level of spiritual wine, and Chu Danqing said that he did not brew it himself.
"My master gave it to me." Respect from the bottom of his heart appeared on Chu Danqing's face.
"Master Chu left it to you?" Li Qingshan asked. However, Chu Shidao had only been a Foundation Establishment cultivator his entire life.
"No, it was another master."
"You've taken on another master? I wonder what kind of senior and expert he is!" Li Qingshan was rather surprised. He understood Chu Danqing's feelings for Chu Shidao. He would never take on someone else as his master so easily.
"Master will probably come today. You'll know when you see him."
"Then I'd like to see him. Come, cheers!" Li Qingshan suppressed his curiosity and chatted with Chu Danqing, telling him about the various wondrous sights in the Mist province. Chu Danqing became fascinated too. "In the future, I'll definitely travel around and paint all the sights of the nine provinces!"
"You've been staying here all these years?"
"Yeah. Master told me to focus on cultivation and painting. I can even only see those old acquaintances from the Hundred Schools of Thought every once in a while. They've taken my paintings to deal with the locust plague."
"No locusts have come to disturb you?" Li Qingshan asked. This place was deep in the mountains and forests, but it was not exactly remote across the entire Green province. There were actually no signs of locusts gnawing through the surroundings at all.
"The Soaring Locust King probably hasn't reached here yet."
"You sure are fortunate to be able to avoid the various battles and live in seclusion here!"
As Li Qingshan said that, he suddenly sensed something and looked over. Before he knew it, a figure had appeared on the shore nearby. He wore black robes that gave off a faint indigo hue. The long hem and sleeves of his robes dragged across the pure-white snow like the remnants of a weasel's brush on a piece of paper.
It was impossible to make out his face in the wind and snow. All he knew was that he was a slender man, holding an oil-paper umbrella that was as red as a maple leaf as he walked over slowly.
"My master is here!" Chu Danqing stood up to receive him.
In the blink of an eye, the man arrived in front of the pavilion. Li Qingshan looked at him carefully. The man's face was lean and elegant. His eye sockets were deep and his nose was high. His thin lips were pursed, and his thick black hair was curled messily down to his waist.
For some reason, Li Qingshan thought of the frustrated poets in ancient poems. There was an air of desolation about him that came from the winter snow, but brought with it the entire late autumn season.
As for his specific cultivation level, it would be overlooked. Even if one wanted to distinguish it, it would be blurry. Compared to the maids in the pavilion, he was more like a man in a painting.
Li Qingshan suddenly noticed that his eyes were blank. There were no pupils. He thought to himself, "Is he blind? No, with my eyesight, I can even see a mosquito from ten miles away. How can I not see his face clearly because of the wind and snow? "
"Master, this is the Li Qingshan I mentioned before," Chu Danqing introduced.
"It's an honor to meet you." The man lightly shook off the snow on his umbrella. He did not seem surprised by Li Qingshan's cultivation level. Or perhaps he was too frustrated and tired that he became indifferent to everything in the world.
"May I ask for senior's name?" Li Qingshan asked with his hands cupped. He felt strange. They had never met before, so why did he feel a strange sense of familiarity?
"Mo Wuhen." The man nodded slightly, still a man of few words.
"The surname Mo doesn't seem very common."
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