In the wilderness, Li Qingshan frowned and stood motionless.
The red sun rose from the east. Before it had time to shine its light on the earth, a strong gust of wind blew in the sky, sweeping up a black cloud that was like a splash of ink. In the blink of an eye, it covered the sky. The rain poured down and the wind swept the earth. It was as if the Milky Way had burst its banks and was about to drown the entire world.
Without warning, the morning suddenly became like the night. He stood in the middle of the night, unable to escape, unable to extricate himself. No matter how the wind blew and the clouds surged, the rainstorm washed over him. It was as if he was venting the pain in his heart, but there was no sound of thunder.
That gloominess was like this dark night, unable to be vented no matter what. It was just like this pitch-black rainstorm, pouring down noisily.
Within a radius of a thousand miles, all living beings looked up and were shocked at this sudden change in the weather. They could faintly feel that there was an ominous sign hidden in it. Their mood also became heavy and oppressive, almost unable to breathe. Many ordinary people had already knelt on the ground, praying to the gods and Buddha.
This was the power of the gods, connected to creation. With a thought, the wind and clouds changed color, and all living beings worshipped.
The rainstorm caused the river to surge, the wind caused the houses to shake, and the wheat to fall.
Li Qingshan's heart moved, and he heard many voices, which were filled with fear, begging the heavens to change their mind and stop this heavy rain.
There were thousands of villages within a radius of a thousand miles. If this heavy rain continued for a while, who knew how many people would be swallowed by the flood.
"Sigh!" Li Qingshan let out a long sigh and took a deep breath. In an instant, the clouds and rain dispersed, and the blue sky became clear.
Thus, all living beings were indescribably surprised, cheering and jumping for joy. They kowtowed again and again, prostrating themselves on the ground.
However, he seemed to have sucked in all the dark clouds and rainstorm in one breath and suppressed it all in his chest. It was still a dark night, and the rain poured down.
"All living beings can pray to the gods and Buddha, but who should the gods pray to?"
He sighed and took a step forward, disappearing from where he was. He tried to walk into his memories, hoping to hide from this rain.
When Li Qingshan's figure appeared again, in front of him was an ordinary farmer's courtyard. The low fences on both sides were covered with vines, hugging a half-closed wooden door in the middle. A faded "Fu" character was pasted on the door, and a Chinese redbud tree was blooming under the sun in front of the door.
"Why is she in a place like this?"
It was not a large, majestic sect like the Sword Collection palace. It was not like the Hundred Flowers Cave Abode, which was filled with blooming flowers and a beautiful secret realm in the forest.
Li Qingshan was surprised. He looked around, and sure enough, it was just a regular village. It was definitely not an illusion.
In any case, Han Qiongzhi was a cultivator who had survived four heavenly tribulations. Even if she did not have her own sect, she would definitely have her own cave abode. However, this small village could not be called a paradise.
Smoke curled up from kitchen chimneys in the village. Chickens crowed and dogs barked. A wisp of smoke also rose from the small courtyard in front of him, and the smell of food and her scent came from behind the door.
"That's right. She's right here."
However, compared to any sect or cave abode, famed mountain, or secret realm, this mortal home seemed even more illusory. It actually made him feel slightly uneasy, as if he was afraid of approaching home.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Li Qingshan rapped three times with his fingers.
Before the sound had even faded away, the door opened, and a ball of fiery-red welcomed him.
Han Qiongzhi stood in the middle of the door in a bright red dress. Her bright-red lips were filled with a smile, but she was not surprised. It was as if she had been expecting Li Qingshan's visit and had been waiting for his return the entire time.
"You're here! Why are you so drenched? Is it raining? "
Han Qiongzhi looked at Li Qingshan, who was drenched and in a rather horrible shape, in confusion. She could not help but raise her head and glance at the sky. The sun was bright, and a few strands of white clouds hung on the horizon.
Li Qingshan could not help but smile. He pointed at her right hand. "What are you doing? Are you trying to murder your husband? "
It turned out that Han Qiongzhi was holding a bloody kitchen knife in her hand. If an ordinary person saw this, they would probably be shocked.
Han Qiongzhi rolled her eyes at him. She waved the kitchen knife and said as if it was a matter of course, "I'm cooking!"
Then, she turned around and walked into the courtyard. She took out an old hen from a cage in the corner of the courtyard. She raised the knife and chopped off the chicken's head. Then, she used hot water to wash its leg feathers and cut open its belly.
She was very focused and skilled, but she did not use any magic. Even that old hen was not a rare bird or beast. It was just an ordinary old hen that had laid eggs for several years.
She carried the slaughtered chicken and walked to the kitchen. She was so busy that she did not have time to entertain Li Qingshan. She only said, "The wine is on the table. Pour yourself!"
There was a square table and two benches in the middle of the courtyard. There were already a few dishes on the table, and a pot of old wine.
The dishes were not delicacies. They were just seasonal fresh vegetables and ordinary dishes. The wine was also not bejeweled nectar. It was probably the Nu 'er Hong that was hidden in someone's cellar and could not wait until the day of the daughter's marriage.
Li Qingshan closed the door and sat down at the table. He poured himself a cup and drank it in one gulp. He then picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth to carefully chew. Looking at her back in the kitchen, his mood gradually calmed down.
It was as if her husband had finally returned from a long journey. She could finally sit down with peace of mind and slowly drink a cup of wine.
One cup after another, he drank until the pot was empty, until he was slightly tipsy. The jar of wine was at the corner of the table. He picked it up and filled it again.
If he did not walk on this road to the ninth heaven, he would not want to be like this!
Han Qiongzhi heard the sound of cups and chopsticks colliding in the courtyard. Her eyes couldn't help but redden, but she did not dare to look back at him. Her hands were flying. She washed, cut, fried, steamed, and cooked the vegetables. Her mind was in a trance as if she was sleepwalking. She only relied on the skills she had practiced countless times to cook the dishes.
Some people's regret was that a young girl yearned for love and never had anything with the man she liked.
Some people's regret was that they did not personally cook a table of food for him and be an ordinary husband and wife for a day.
She thought that she would not have another chance. She thought that with his temperament, he would definitely not turn back.
But he came back. His eyes were exhausted and his expression was almost miserable. It was an expression she had never seen on his face. The Li Qingshan in her memory was always that inexperienced and high-spirited young man.
She felt a stab of pain in her heart. She pretended that nothing happened and asked without turning her head, "What happened? Why did you come back? "
"I came back to see," Li Qingshan said casually.
"How did it turn out like this?" Han Qiongzhi could not help but ask.
"How?" Li Qingshan only wanted to drink a cup of wine quietly. He did not want to mention the Pure Land of Demons or the war of the gods.
"Hmph, it's very embarrassing! I'm afraid that he was defeated and was chased back. "
"Ha, what a joke! Who doesn't know your man's great name in the entire universe right now? Who doesn't know … "
When he was about to boast a little more, the buzzing sound that he tried hard to ignore became ear-piercing again. He suddenly lost the mood and waved his hand impatiently, "You continue cooking. Women should not interfere with men's affairs."
Han Qiongzhi suddenly stopped and turned her head to stare at him. Her eyes were filled with tears.
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