Is there a clear stream above the clouds?

The ink stone forest, where the fog has dissipated, is not as inaccessible as before, but is full of people watching the excitement.

The fog that has not dispersed for more than ten years has made the mountain behind the north gate extremely cold, and at this time, the sun shines on it, and it is very warm.

There are even small vendors on the side of the road who are full of brains and seeds to start a business of selling tea break snacks, and they are selling and greeting the guests at the same time.

There are men, women and children here, there are laughter and laughter, and people have a harmonious atmosphere on their faces, which is far from the eerie and terrifying ink stone forest before.

People's smiles were contagious, and I couldn't help but hook the corners of my mouth.

Then I followed my memories and walked deep into the Ink Stone Forest, looking for traces of Master Chung's house.

Soon I saw the ice lotus pond that I saw that day, under the sunlight, this pool of spring water, actually glowing with golden light, and the white and blue lotus flowers set off each other, the lotus leaves gently swayed with the wind, a warm appearance.

I thought that although this place was in the depths of the Ink Stone Forest, after all, the fog had cleared, and it should not be a few days before someone would find this place.

Will Master Zhong Chengzi, who loves to live in seclusion, stay here?

Thinking about it like this, I realized that after the fog had cleared, there was a small stone bridge on the edge of the lotus pond, so I walked over the bridge deck.

It's still the same familiar pavilion.

I walked down the wooden road and saw Chung's house.

"Master Zhong, Ling'er is here!" I shouted into the room.

After a few moments, no movement was heard.

So I tentatively shouted again.

But there was still no movement.

Could it be that something happened to Master Zhong?

With that in mind, I quickly broke down the door.

As a result, as soon as I walked through the door, I was dumbfounded.

The beds, cabinets, tables and chairs are still there, but the other objects are gone, where are the traces of half of the people who once lived?

At this time, I noticed a box on the table with a letter pressed underneath.

I quickly opened the letter and read it.

It was the letter left by Master Chung.

"Yunling Xiaoer, this weapon has been completed, you take it yourself, among which the old man has designed a mystery, very wonderful, waiting for you to discover it yourself.

In addition, when the old man was forging yesterday, there was a moment when Hongchan sensed a change, thinking that Lan Bing had also recognized the master.

These two pieces of spirit jade have their own fate, so let it go.

Now that there is no thick fog shelter in the Moshi Forest, this place will be discovered by others in less than five days, and the old man has never liked to deal with people, so he can only say goodbye first.

This scenery will be left to the world. "

I looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, which were still in the same place, so I knew in my heart that sure enough, Master Zhong had left.

As soon as he heard that people were going to come into his lotus pond and hut, he ran away in a puff of smoke, and he didn't know what kind of demons and monsters he thought people, and how terrible they were.

Putting down the letter, I quickly picked up the box on the table and opened it with some excitement in my heart.

The moment I saw that Hongchan again, I was still excited and couldn't help myself. It was now embedded in the handle of the fan, glowing a faint red.

The fan handle fan bone is made of Xiangfei bamboo, and the mottled pattern on it is as elegant as a cloud.

The fan was blank, and there was nothing...... Is this the mystery? Let me paint myself?

But...... My drawing skills are really stumbling.

By the way, it's better to go to Kunliang Villa and let the senior brother Zhouyou help me make a painting, the senior brother is now going back to the village to do business, and I don't know if I have to be empty now.

I took a closer look at the fan, and when it was unfolded, it was no different except for the shoulders on both sides, which were a little thicker than the fan I was used to.

I pondered that this Master Zhong has the name of a weapon master, and he also learned from Master Kan, since this weapon came from him, it has its own wonderful use.

So I held this bamboo fan in my hand and wanted to try to take advantage of it, walked to the open space in the courtyard, operated the internal force, and pushed out a fan.

Boom

The wall collapsed.

......

Sins, sins, sins.

And because of the blessing of this red chan, my moves seem to be much faster, although the wind is fierce, the fan at the end is extremely light, swirling slowly pushed away, and finally hit a small white flower next to the well in the small courtyard, making it tremble, and the wind is gone.

It's wonderful.

It's just that my internal strength is not enough, and I still need a lot of conditioning before I can use this weapon to great use.

Thinking of this, I took out the "Ride the Wind" mental method taught by Master Zhong from my baggage, entered the room and closed the door, and practiced while I had nothing to do.

This first layer is easy, as long as you breathe it properly, you will quickly break through.

As I studied, I felt the mystery of this mental method.

It's really ever-changing, ever-changing, just like its name goes with the wind.

I had just gotten a glimpse of the Dharma and I was already feeling the breadth and profundity of it.

......

When the cultivation was over, it was already ...... sunset

I glanced at the neat hut, it was a pity that it was deserted, and I thought it would be better to stay here tonight.

So I went to the city for an evening market, wandered around and bought some fresh vegetables and meat, as well as some necessities, before returning to the courtyard to settle down.

But who knows...... This world is really not peaceful.

As soon as I walked to the edge of the Ice Lotus Pond, I saw a person lying there, and I didn't know if he was dead.

It was a young man in white, who was also white and clean, a bookish look, and his baggage fell next to him, as well as a scrolled picture.

I couldn't help but sigh, Master Zhong ran really timely and presciently.

I looked around, but I didn't see anyone else.

It seems to be alone.

I first crouched down next to him and poked him: "Eh, are you okay?".

Then he sniffed his breath and made sure the man was still alive.

"Alas......" I sighed, and then I carried the white-clothed scholar on my shoulders, and with both hands carried the purchased supplies and the things that the scholar had left on the ground, and walked across the stone bridge and returned to the cabin.

As I put the scholar on the wooden bed, my stomach suddenly began to growl.

I wondered whether to use my half-baked medical skills to treat this scholar first, or to have a meal first.

Naturally, it is important to eat.

If I faint from hunger on the way to treatment, then there will be another sad person in this world.

So I said just do it, lit a fire on the stove, and started cooking.

......

After working for half an hour, I made a few home-cooked side dishes, looking at the three dishes and one soup in front of me, fish-flavored shredded pork, pepper and sesame tofu, vegetarian fried lotus white, plus an omelette.

I am very satisfied.

I clapped my hands and removed the mask from my face.

Just as he was about to feast, he suddenly heard a groan in his ears.

"Hey......

I turned my head and saw that the scholar lying on the bed seemed to be about to wake up, so I took two steps forward and took a closer look.

I saw that the weak scholar frowned and sat up slowly with his hands propped up, and then began to rub his eyes, rubbing and rubbing, as if he had discovered me in front of him.

Then he froze as if he had been stupid.

I've been used to seeing this kind of expression these days, and I'm a little embarrassed to scratch my cheek with my index finger.

Who knew that this scholar was stunned, suddenly his cheeks were flushed, his breath was short, and he raised his hand and pointed at me: "You, you ......".

I, I, I thought that maybe it was because this scholar had a stubborn illness that had not retreated, and it was difficult to speak, so I opened my mouth first: "Uh, you just ......."

Before I could say anything, he changed his posture just now, took a step ahead of me, and said in a loud voice, "You are the goddess in the painting!"

What female?

Without waiting for me to ask a question, he continued: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I really met you! God has eyes, God has eyes!" Then he got out of bed, as if to walk towards me.

I see that he is emotionally unstable and seems to be mentally abnormal