The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

On the green hills where the drizzle is fluttering, round raindrops are hanging on the branches and green grass, slowly sliding down and falling to the ground.

Soon, small puddles formed on the wet ground, mixed with red soil, making it extremely turbid.

The drizzle in spring is the most disturbing, and it will never end once it rises.

But it is also this disturbing drizzle, just like the nectar in the jade bottle of the Bodhisattva empress, sprinkled on the ground and on the branches and leaves, endowing them with vitality.

The seeds planted in the ground sprouted sprouts under the watering of the drizzle.The unopened flower buds also quietly and shyly spread out layers of petals on their bodies, and even the green leaves on the trees are green as if they are about to drip juice.

But at this time, the passers-by who were trapped in the simple tea stall on the roadside at the foot of the mountain were not in such a good mood. They sat at the table in twos and threes, drinking hot tea and pastries, and muttering about the rain. When can I stop.

The owner of the tea stand was very happy. When it rained, the customers couldn't leave for a while. If they couldn't leave, they couldn't sit still. They had to order something to sit on. Isn't that how the business came about.

While the guests at the tea stand were whispering, a black figure floated in the distance, quickly attracting their attention.

I could vaguely see that it was a person wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat, but he seemed to be walking surprisingly fast, and he floated very far away in the blink of an eye, like a ghost floating in a rainy day.

The faces of the guests at the tea stand changed, and they didn't know whether the figure was a human or a ghost.

A skinny man swallowed, stared at the figure, greeted the shopkeeper beside him, and asked in a low voice.

"Shopkeeper, what ghosts and gods do you enshrine on this mountain?"

"Our mountain is dedicated to the Earth Mother, and we burn incense every month to make sacrifices. Nothing has happened in so many years, not to mention ghosts and ghosts on the mountain, but there is not even a single beast that hurts people."

The shopkeeper touched his head, his face was pretending to be calm, it didn't matter, but his rough old hands were shaking a little while holding the teapot.

It was too late to be afraid that the black figure floated closer, and the guests saw clearly that the "ghost" was indeed a person, and it was a woman. While humming a song.

The woman was slender and slender. Although she was wearing black men's clothing and a bamboo hat, half of her face was exposed, so white and tender that she could pinch water.

Just by looking at half of her face, one can guess that this woman must be a good-looking woman.

But the most strange thing is that after walking on this muddy mountain road for so long, the pair of black cloth boots on her feet are clean without even a single mud spot.

I don't know how she got there.

Han Qing turned over a few hills and finally saw the tea stand. He dropped the half-bitten pear and walked into the tea stand.

Finding a table where no one was sitting, he took off the bamboo hat, swayed casually, and snapped his fingers.

"The shopkeeper brings a bowl of hot tea, and then draws buns."

"okay."

The buns and tea were soon on the table, and the shopkeeper put them down respectfully, and even took a few extra glances at her secretly.

It's rare to see a young woman traveling alone, let alone one with such a pretty face.

It looks like a human being, so I might not be able to tell what it is.

Han Qing knew that the people in the tea stand were secretly staring at her, but she didn't care, and she didn't bother to pay attention to their eyes while drinking tea and eating steamed buns leisurely.

After staring at it for a long time, I didn't see anything famous except for its beauty. The guests looked away and started chatting again.

When will this rain stop?

While chatting, another white figure floated from the top of the distant hill, and that figure floated faster, as if it was about to float in front of us in the blink of an eye.

The guests gasped and rubbed their eyes.

Han Qing, who was eating the steamed stuffed bun earnestly, seemed to sense something and raised his head to look.

In just a few blinks, the white shadow that was still half a mile away just now floated to the door of the tea stall.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

This time it was an old man in white clothes, white hair and white eyebrows, and a beautiful white beard that grew to his chest.

The old man looked very old, his face was covered with wrinkles and gullies, but his complexion was rosy, and he was always smiling cheerfully.

He was holding a cane in his hand, and he was carrying a medicine basket half a person's height on his back.

It seems that there is a bit of a sense of demeanor and demeanor.

Seeing that it was a clean and kind old man, everyone felt relieved.

It doesn't look like a ghost at all, but it looks like a mountain god grandfather floating from the mountain.

The old man glanced around, and then his eyes stopped on Han Qing who was stuffing buns into his mouth with his head down in the corner.

"Excuse me, old man, I saw there is a tea room here, I came here to ask for a bowl of water, I hope you don't take offense."

He said with a smile, but he didn't take his eyes off Han Qing, and walked straight to her.

The old man walked up to Han Qing, bent over and smiled, his wrinkled face seemed to be blooming.

"This girl, can you give me a bowl of water for this thirsty old man?"

Han Qing didn't even raise his eyelids, and didn't pay attention to him. He continued to chew the buns while shaking his legs.

Seeing the old man begging for a bowl of tea in such a low voice, the woman ignored her, and the guests sitting beside her couldn't hold back any longer and shouted loudly.

"Old man, come to us. We also have tea and braised beef and mutton. If the old man doesn't mind, you can eat with us."

The old man tilted his head and gave Han Qing a meaningful look, then turned around and walked towards the yelling guest, and thanked him repeatedly after putting down the medicine.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you young people for taking pity on me, a hungry and thirsty old man."

The old man was sitting at the same table as those men. He looked old and probably couldn't eat much.

But as soon as he picked up the chopsticks and said polite words, he couldn't stop the chopsticks stretched out, and the slices of thin beef disappeared from his mouth in an instant.

After a while, there was no beef left on the plate.

I was really dumbfounded by those people, and I wanted to say something polite, but I swallowed it back.

Although they were surprised, those people always respected the old man. Although the old man had finished eating the beef, he put down his chopsticks and did not move a bite of the lamb.

They pointed to the mutton and signaled the old man.

"This...old man, mutton...you...you don't want to eat it."

The old man shook his head with a smile, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his mouth.

"The old man doesn't like to eat mutton very much. I'm really sorry to eat up all your beef. The old man doesn't have any money to give you. Otherwise, I will take something as a thank you gift. Thank you for inviting the old man to drink tea and eat meat."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned around, took something from the medicine basket behind him, and put it in front of several people.

What the old man put on the table was a piece of ginseng. It looked like a hundred-year-old ginseng from the scent that wafted from that head and the appearance of the person that had grown.

Those few people were stunned, looking at the old ginseng on the table, they couldn't say a word.

If such a hundred-year-old ginseng is sold in the market, it can be sold for a hundred taels of gold.

"Thank you guys, see you in the future."

The old man put down the ginseng, took the medicine on his back and went out.

The shopkeeper was stunned, his eyes lit up and he rushed over to stop him, but the old man who had just stepped out of the door had already drifted far away as if he had teleported.

The old shopkeeper fell to the ground with a thump, seeing the disappearing old man with tears in his eyes and almost speechless, he bowed tremblingly.

"Immortal, this is an immortal."

After eating the buns, Han Qing looked at the shopkeeper kneeling on the ground, rolled his eyes, then dropped a piece of broken silver, said no need to look for it, and walked out.

After leaving the teahouse, Han Qing walked towards the direction where the old man disappeared.

When she reached a fork in the road, she scratched her head and muttered.

"Where will the old man go?"

Just finished speaking, a strong wind came from above her head, Han Qing's body flashed, and a red date fell from where she was standing just now.

It seemed to be light and fluffy, but when it fell, it easily broke through the ground, and almost got stuck in it.

It can be seen that the force is so great that if it falls on Han Qing's head, it may smash her head.

Han Qing covered his head, frowned, and raised his head.

The old man in fluttering white clothes was sitting on the tree with a smile on his face, looking at her kindly with a smile on his face, holding a handful of red dates in his hand.

Han Qing crossed his waist and glared at the old man.

"Old man, you want to kill me."

The old man shook his head, seemingly helpless, but he still had a smile on his face.

"When you see Master Wei, you act as if you don't know him. You don't even give me a cup of tea, and you dare to yell at Master Wei, you rebel."