Li Qingshan smiled. "What? It's only been a few years, and you don't recognize me anymore?"
Huang Binghu really did find it very difficult to connect this "immortal" who rode on clouds with that farmer's boy. He was more knowledgeable than regular people, but he had never seen someone who could fly like this!
It had only been two or three years since they last met, but his originally tall frame had already completely unfolded. His shoulders were broad and his arms long, and his body was imposing. Just sitting on the cloud gave off an invisible pressure. Although the outline of his face had not changed much, his entire bearing was like a completely different person.
Outside the village, many soldiers threw down their weapons and bowed to him. Although most of the hunters in the village could recognise Li Qingshan, they still struggled to believe their eyes.
Li Qingshan glanced at the stunned masters outside the village and asked, "What's going on?"
Huang Binghu smiled bitterly and put down his bow. He told him the whole story.
As it turned out, a new district magistrate had been sent over soon after Ye Dachuan had left. This time, he was not someone with connections like Ye Dachuan, but a scholar from the academy. In just a short year or two, he managed the Qingyang district into a solid block, becoming the local tyrant. The Drawn Reins village was a stubborn force from the "old era", as well as a flashy name that challenged the authority of the district government, so they became a "holdout" that was heavily regulated.
Huang Binghu saw how Li Qingshan did not put on the airs of a cultivator and knew that his intentions had not changed, so he pleaded, "Qingshan, you have to help me this time. You're half a member of the Drawn Reins village."
Only then did Li Qingshan remember this. He smiled. "Back then, when I entered the Drawn Reins village, it was like entering a tiger's den. You can be considered a first-rate master now, so why are you still in this village? I remember when you said you wanted to wander around again. "
Although Huang Binghu was still called Sickly Tiger right now, his face was rosy. He was in high spirits. Clearly, the ginseng alcohol had played a significant role. He cultivated his inner force diligently and had already reached the level of a first-rate master.
Huang Binghu glanced back at the village. "The new district magistrate is overbearing. How can I just leave like that? "
Li Qingshan patted him on the shoulder. "Do you have any wine?"
Huang Binghu's face lit up, and he turned to the manor and shouted, "Bring the wine!"
Jars of wine were served, and the two of them drank on the watchtower. Sure enough, it didn't take long before the new County Magistrate received the news and rushed over. He didn't ride a horse or sit in a sedan chair, but used his Lightness Skill to float over. In this day and age, being a scholar was not synonymous with being weak. Inner force and swordsmanship were compulsory subjects.
The new county magistrate was also young. As soon as he saw Li Qingshan, his expression changed, even though he was also a first-rate master. But his knowledge was a level higher than Huang Binghu's. His heart shuddered, high level Qi Practitioner. His attitude immediately became extremely polite. After hearing about his identity as a Hawkwolf guard, he became even more careful.
Li Qingshan also did not side with Huang Binghu. He invited the county magistrate over and mediated between the two of them. He got the county magistrate to stop using weapons and got Huang Binghu to change the name of Drawn Reins Village, a tall tree that attracted the wind, so as to avoid senseless killings.
How could the two of them refuse the mediation? They immediately shook hands and made up.
After drinking, Li Qingshan patted Huang Binghu's shoulder. "How can I allow someone to sleep by my bedside? Old brother Huang, you better find another way to survive!" He shoved a pill into his hand.
Huang Binghu glanced at it and blurted out, "An Innate pill!" Before he could even thank him, the cloud had already passed over the mountain and vanished.
… …
When spring arrived, Little Ann stood up in the cave and made her way towards the sunlight. She allowed the whistling lightning to tear at her clothes and strip away her flesh.
Her blood immediately boiled. Most of her beautiful body had already been charred, before turning into ash. In the end, only a set of white bones remained.
She walked very slowly, but she did not stop at all. Even the terrifying heavenly tribulation was unable to make her waver. That was because he was waiting for her outside! She could not be left behind by him! She wanted to be with him forever!
With this stubbornness, she finally made her way out of the cave. Li Qingshan currently stood on the surface of the water, raising his head to observe the shape of a cloud. He turned around and smiled. He placed a wild flower he had plucked from somewhere into her hand that had already withered to bones. He smiled. "Let's go!"
The flower withered, and the smile blossomed.
… …
After over two years of development, the Green Vine mountain had finally recovered some of its former glory.
In the particularly gloomy hall at the top of the Green Vine mountain, the three elders sat before one another.
The Green Vine Elder's eyebrows and beard became even more disheveled, tangled together like a mess. His wise eyes were filled with worry.
The Lone Grave Elder's pale-white face was slightly green. The Golden Pheasant Elder was still dressed in luxurious robes, but he no longer possessed the high-spirited bearing of a rooster.
It was rare for the three of them to gather together, as they had all felt uneasy recently. Although they did not know divination, all Foundation Establishment cultivators could communicate with the spiritual qi of the world. And, with their age, who knew how many storms they had experienced. They believed this uneasiness was definitely not a coincidence.
After quite a while of silence, the Green Vine Elder said, "I'm just afraid it's revenge from underground? I've already contacted the Demon Slayer. "
The Golden Pheasant Elder said, "What? The three of us are already so old, yet we have to ask the Demon Slayer for reinforcements just because we don't feel right. If this gets out, we'll probably become a laughing stock! "
For once, the Lone Grave Elder said, "Fair enough." With that, even the Golden Pheasant Elder shut up. A while later, he asked, "Did you really sense something?"
The Lone Grave Elder said, "Death."
The hall became even more terrifyingly quiet. The Green Vine Elder said, "Don't worry. I've already cast down numerous formations throughout the Green Vine mountain. Even a fly can't fly in …" His expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone touched the formations and was stopped."
After a moment of silence, the Green Vine Elder let out a sigh of relief. "They seem to have retreated."
Before he had even finished speaking, the Golden Pheasant Elder listened closely. "Is there a sound?"
The Green Vine Elder focused, and sure enough, he heard a gentle sound. It was not the cry of a bird, nor was it the cry of an insect. The three of them sensed the surroundings, but they were unable to find the origin of the sound. However, the sound was clearly growing louder and louder.
The dust on the ground leapt up in joy, and the dark green tea in the teacups rippled gently.
"It's below!"
The three of them leapt up and looked down.
The Green Vine Elder said, "That's impossible. There are formations below as well, and the rock is as tough as metal. It's impossible for someone to pass through." Under the doubtful and worried gazes of the other two elders, he added, "Not even daemons!"
The tremors grew louder and louder, growing closer and closer.
A hole suddenly appeared in a certain part of the ground. The earth twisted in the surroundings as if an invisible force had pushed it away. A huge, pink millipede crawled out of the hole, making crackling sounds as it circled around the hole. It seemed like it was waiting, but also like it was urging them on. Sensing the auras of the three elders, it directly curled up into a ball.
The nightmare of the past seemed to come back to life all of a sudden. The Golden Pheasant Elder cried out, "It's still alive!"
The Green Vine Elder's expression was ugly as well. That's right. It was much smaller, but it was definitely the Daemon General they had set up a trap against in the past.
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