Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Qin Guichen's hands were warm and soft.

Ye Xiaochuan's hands were obviously much rougher.

He was no longer the sword god worshipped by the world. In the past two years, he spent most of his time in the kitchen, fiddling with pots and pans.

Therefore, Ye Xiaochuan's hands were like those of an old shepherd, dark, rough, and even peeling.

Ye Xiaochuan turned his head to look at Qin Guichen, then looked down at the pair of white women's hands holding the back of his hand.

He slowly retracted his palm.

He had long been accustomed to the pain in his heart, and he didn't want others to share this pain with him.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Those wolf riders are about to wake up. You go add some grass to their war horses and feed them some clean water. There are still a lot of naan in the kitchen. Load them for them."

Qin Guichen's expression was very embarrassed and a little lost.

Because Ye Xiaochuan rejected her kindness.

A man who refuses the comfort of a beautiful woman is the greatest insult to a woman.

However, Qin Guichen was not angry except for embarrassment and loss.

She knew that the man in front of her was hurt too badly, so he closed himself off. Others would be blocked from entering his heart, even if they approached him.

She stood up and prepared to feed the horse according to Ye Xiaochuan's instructions.

After walking a few steps, Qin Guichen turned back and said, "Mr. Ye...you have changed."

Ye Xiaochuan said, "Everyone will change."

Qin Guichen said, "If possible, I don't want you to change. I hope you will always be the positive and worry-free Ye Xiaochuan. That's the Ye Xiaochuan I know."

Ye Xiaochuan's body trembled slightly, and he said hoarsely, "No one has called me by this name for a long time.

Miss Qin, you should call me Zongci in the future."

Qin Guichen said, "Then don't call me Miss Qin in the future, call me Guichen."

The two were speechless.

Qin Guichen turned and left.

After a long time, it was almost noon, and noisy sounds came from the inn behind him.

Wanyan Ku was holding a whip and shouting at his men.

Qin Guichen put dozens of large naan breads in several cloth bags and brought them over.

He said, "This is Ye... This is what your Zongci Anda asked me to give you."

Wanyan Ku opened it and saw that it was full of naan bread.

He said nothing and asked his men to hang several bags of naan bread on the saddle.

Then he took out a heavy sack and handed it to Qin Guichen.

He said, "Zongci Anda never accepted my wine money. In the past, it was just him and that old man. I just gave him a few sheep.

Now it's different. He has a wife and children to support. You can take this little gold."

After saying that, he jumped on the horse and said loudly, "Zongci Anda, I will come again in a while!"

Ye Xiaochuan was still sitting on the sand dune. He didn't get up or look back. He just stretched out one hand and waved it a few times, as a farewell to Wanyan Ku.

A group of cavalrymen shouted and whipped their horses, whistling away.

At the same time, Dugu Changfeng rode his tall goat, also screaming, and rushed out of the sheepfold with a group of sheep, starting a new day of shepherding life.

Ye Xiaochuan looked at the dust raised by Wanyan Ku and others, and his painful expression gradually returned to calm.

To be honest, he felt that this group of mortals was very real, at least there was no disgusting intrigue in the world of cultivation.

If he didn't shoulder too many things, he really wanted to be like Wanyan Ku, riding a horse between heaven and earth, wouldn't it be free?

At the same time.

Middle Earth, Jinling.

The prosperous Jinling is located on the banks of the Yangtze River.

On the widest Zhuque Street in Jinling City, a huge black and white bear was trying hard to be cute.

There was a shabby wooden table next to it, and a short and fat old man sat behind it, with a bamboo pole cloth curtain beside him.

On the other side of the table, there was a little girl in plain clothes, playing with three wooden sculptures out of boredom.

The three wooden sculptures were very interesting.

One was a man with three arms.

One was a woman with a big mouth.

One was a fat bird with a fish in its mouth.

These were all Ye Xiaochuan's things, which Big Head brought out from Du Chun's former residence in Langdu Village.

When he was in Lantian County, Ye Xiaochuan once told Yuan Xiaolou the story of these three wooden sculptures.

Later, the wooden box containing the wooden sculptures was always on Yuan Xiaolou's body.

When Ye Xiaochuan left, he did not take it with him.

Over the years, Yuan Xiaolou held these three wooden sculptures and played with them almost every day.

It seemed that this was no longer a beautiful memory of Ye Xiaochuan and Du Chun, but a token of love between him and Ye Xiaochuan.

The storyteller got annoyed when he saw the three woodcarvings. He said unhappily, "Girl, the glutton is working hard to make money. Can you cheer up? Do you still want to stay in the luxurious inn tonight?"

Yuan Xiaolou shook his head and said, "No, I miss Mr. Ye."

The storyteller said, "He has been gone for three years, you still miss him!"

Yuan Xiaolou said, "It's three years, six months, seven days and two hours."

The storyteller was speechless.

He had always imagined that time would make Yuan Xiaolou forget everything.

Who would have thought that this girl was too deeply in love. After three and a half years, she still hadn't gotten over her last failed marriage.

Forget it, making money is more important.

Under the efforts of the glutton to act cute, many spectators had gathered around.

The old storyteller slammed the gavel and started to tell the story.

He was talking about the past events of the Human Alliance four years ago.

And he was mainly talking about Ye Xiaochuan's story.

The old storyteller was really smart all his life but was confused for a moment.

He wanted Yuan Xiaolou to forget Ye Xiaochuan, but every day when he was telling stories, he couldn't do without Ye Xiaochuan.

Can this make Yuan Xiaolou forget?

Yuan Xiaolou had been in a bad mood since the day before yesterday, because she remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival she had spent with Ye Xiaochuan in Lantian County four years ago.

So only the old storyteller was telling stories hard, and she was too lazy to help.

On Zhuque Street, a group of women appeared, all of them were beautiful and gorgeous.

However, the dandies in Jinling City would never dare to make plans with this group of people.

Because these women not only carried fairy swords, but also had Tai Chi patterns of two swords crossed on their bodies.

That pattern was the symbol of Cangyunmen.

There were quite a lot of women in this group. Except for Yun Qiyou, almost all the true female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu were there.

In addition, there were fairies such as Yang Shijiu, Sun Yuner, Gu Paner, Du Chun, Chang Xiaoman, etc.

Where there were fairies, there were naturally flower protectors.

They were two big fools.

Zhao Wuji and Leng Zongsheng.

A group of people were walking on the street. They were going to the Ruan family in Jinling.

That was the maiden home of Master Jingshui.

Suddenly, they heard someone telling a story, and it was still the story of Ye Xiaochuan. The group of people stopped at the same time.