Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 49: Passionate

Who would have thought?

Deep in the snow-capped mountains, there is a fortress.

Its name is Tianshui Xiaozhai.

The name is unique, but it doesn't match the snow-capped mountain environment at all.

In the original-style lobby,

A long table was filled with men, women, old and young, and the table was filled with wine and meat. The wine was Liqueur Lager and the meat was wild boar and goat meat.

Most of these people were dressed in rough and wild clothes, not at all like the Middle-earth style.

Among them, there was an old lady dressed in priestly makeup, which really attracted attention.

Xu Zhiqiu and Lu Xueqi were treated as honored guests and sat in the front.

The towering man was the leader of the Tianshui village. He introduced himself to his fellows:
"There are more than 60 people in this fort, all of whom have the same surname. Their ancestral home is from Tianshui Village in Southern Xinjiang... Three hundred years ago, one of our ancestors somehow offended a big shot in Fenxiang Valley, and later the whole family fled here to avoid disaster."

He spoke with a bit of a southern Xinjiang accent, but Xu Zhiqiu could probably understand him.

It is really not easy to preserve the old customs after three hundred years.

"Since we have entered the Han territory, we have also adopted the surnames of the Central Plains. My name is Wu Lianshan..."

The big man patted his chest and pointed at the unhappy kid in the corner, who was holding his hands in his pockets.

"This kid is my offspring. Because he always loved running around naked, everyone called him 'sunbathing egg'."

"My name is Wu Chongguang! Not Sunning Eggs!"

The little kid refuted and gave him a sarcastic look.

"On the contrary, it's your crotch that's damp and it keeps scratching at night, so you should expose it to the sun."

"Your father will beat you till you lose your balls!"

Two streams of white air came out of Wu Lianshan's nostrils, and his eyes were as big as cow's eyes.

Suddenly realizing that the guest was right next to him, he felt a little embarrassed and started laughing.

"You are so kindhearted. Not only did you save my son, you also sent him back. According to our southern Xinjiang tradition, I must thank you very much!"

"That's not necessary..."

Xu Zhiqiu naturally declined the greeting, turned his head and glanced, and suddenly saw that the kid was holding the "Tao Te Ching" in his hand and reading it non-stop.

I couldn't help but marvel:
"Your Highness, at this age, can already read such profound Taoist scriptures?"

“Hehe…”

Wu Lianshan glanced at his son and said sarcastically, "You are just pretending. I get angry when I think about this."

"Last year, I took him down the mountain to attend a market in another place. When he was draining water, he was not watched carefully and ran into a charlatan. The charlatan said that a spiritual light was coming out of his head and asked him if he knew about it. He also said that he was born with the talent to refine qi, and as long as he chose the right master, he would become a god in the future."

When Xu Zhiqiu heard this, a person popped up in his head for no reason.

I thought, it shouldn’t be that old man Zhou Yixian, right?
But maybe.

"This kid has been crazy ever since. He has been studying under a private tutor for half a year, but he hasn't even learned to read all the characters yet, and he's already started studying those weird books every day. And recently, he's even worse, saying...ah, he wants to go out and seek the immortals for help!"

Wu Lianshan was quite distressed.

"What kind of master should I worship? What kind of immortal should I pray to? The people in our village are from the Southern Border witch lineage. It's not like they don't have witchcraft to learn!"

Southern Xinjiang Witch Vein?

Hearing this, Xu Zhiqiu's eyes moved slightly as he looked at him.

I didn't expect that I underestimated them at first.

Xu Zhiqiu once heard Zhou Yixian say that the art of witchcraft and alchemy was flourishing in southern Xinjiang, and some of its skills were as advanced as those of cultivation in the Central Plains.

In his previous life, there was also a Fujiyama gate in the Xiangxi area, and he knew a little about it.

Wu Lianshan then complained:
"Besides, his mother died early, and he's the only child. How can I let him go out without worrying about him?"

"By then, I'm afraid that before I can even pray for immortality, I'll be kidnapped by human traffickers and sold to Java."

The little kid argued:
"Cultivating immortality can help you live longer, see through the seven emotions and six desires, and achieve great freedom!"

Xu Zhiqiu was amused by what he heard. A five or six-year-old kid could talk so much... Father Wu slammed the table.
"Have your hairs grown out yet? Do you know what the seven emotions and six desires are?"

"You don't understand immortals!"

"You don't understand your father!" Wu's father sighed, stroking his rough beard with his hand, and grinned foolishly, "Thinking back then, who wasn't a romantic man deeply in love..."

These two men are arguing with each other endlessly.

He didn't care at all about the strange looks from Xu Zhiqiu and Lu Xueqi.

The villagers around seemed to be accustomed to it. They ate and drank as usual and chatted happily.

Xu Zhiqiu secretly poked Lu Xueqi under the table, signaling her to prepare to run away.

It's because both of them gave him the feeling that they were not normal human beings.

Instead of wasting time on this, it is more important to hurry on.

After reading it, Xu Zhiqiu stood up and was about to leave.

But when he heard that he was leaving, Wu Lianshan immediately refused to do it.

The iron tower-like body stood up and bowed to Xu Zhiqiu.

"We can't just leave like this! If this gets out, won't people laugh at us for being ungrateful and ungrateful?"

Xu Zhiqiu explained,
"Young Master Ling and I just met by chance, so we just did what we wanted. There's no need for you to do this, village chief."

"No!" Wu Lianshan's passion was like boiling water, and also like a dog-skin plaster.

"According to our southern Xinjiang tradition, I want to become brothers with you! From now on, we will share happiness and difficulties together, and we will both be able to achieve Buddhahood right here on the spot..."

I've been talking about all sorts of nonsense, and it's obvious that my cultural foundation is really poor.

Xu Zhiqiu was a little dumbfounded.
"Isn't this...not good?"

"There's nothing wrong with it! I like you!"

"No, no, no! This is really..."

"Snapped!"

Xu Zhiqiu was still waiting to be rejected.
Wu Lianshan slammed a notice on the table.

Xu Zhiqiu took a closer look and immediately frowned.

There is his portrait on it.

It is Hehuan’s arrest warrant.

"If I'm not mistaken, the person in the picture is you, Brother Xu, right?"

Xu Zhiqiu did not comment, but asked:
"Where did you get this?"

Wu Lianshan shook his head, "I can't remember that. I only know that the area around the mountain... there are at least thousands of these papers."

"what?"

Xu Zhiqiu's heart sank, wondering how could this be possible?

According to the distribution map, he deliberately chose this secluded path in the snowy mountains.

Could it be that... the other party's map version has been updated?
His location was sensed by the golden cicada again?

Or was his train of thought guessed by someone?

I can't figure it out for a moment.

But there was a risk that he had to take seriously.

According to the current situation,

It is very likely that he will fall into Hehuan's pocket as soon as he gets down from the snow mountain.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, Wu Lianshan spoke:

"Brother Xu, if you have any difficulties, I might be able to help you."

(End of this chapter)