Chapter 230： immortals, mountain people

The two foundation-building monks of the Ouyang family brought Zhang Shiping and landed outside the door of this quaint small courtyard. Ouyang Deyan stepped forward and knocked on the door twice. The wooden door creaked open, and a hair comb The child with two braided red strings opened the door just in time, and saw Ouyang Deyan outside the door, and called out "Daddy" crisply.

The child seemed a little scared, looking down at his feet, but his eyes were spinning around, thinking about something, he looked small, but his thoughts were ghostly.

"Why are you playing truant again?" Ouyang Deyan didn't appear very happy when he saw his child. Instead, he frowned and said with a straight face.

In the courtyard, an old man wearing a starched white cloth came out from the nearby hut. The upper of black cloth shoes was very thick, and he only made a slight sound when he stepped on the ground. Holding a bamboo basket in one hand and a yellow-spotted bamboo pole in the other, he walked over step by step until he reached the door, "Deyan, don't scare Ming'er."

Ouyang Mieming cleverly took the bamboo basket from his ancestor, and strenuously carried the gray-green bamboo basket, which was half his height, on his back. The hemp rope on the bamboo basket was a bit thick, and his tiny hands Pull the hemp rope tightly and hold it tightly.

"Old Ancestor, it's been more than half a year since I've been running twice in three days tomorrow, and I still don't know a few words. It's not a problem!" Ouyang Deyan said helplessly to his ancestor.

"Ming'er is still young, and it won't be too late to study in a few years. Let him be stubborn for a few years before we talk about it. By the way, this little friend from the Zhengyang Sect came to my Ouyang house, is there anything you can do?" the old man With a smile, he helped Ouyang Mieming lift the bamboo basket behind his back, and at the same time looked at Zhang Shiping who was standing side by side with Ouyang Wanqing.

"Junior pays homage to Master Tianyou." Zhang Shiping took a step forward and bowed to the old man.

At the same time, he took out Zhengyangzong's invitation to Ouyang Tianyou from the storage bag, explained the matter concisely and clearly in a few words, and then presented the invitation with both hands.

"Okay, I will be on time for the appointment." Ouyang Deyan, who was standing in front of Ouyang Tianyou, took the invitation and stood sideways at the door. Ouyang Tianyou stepped out of the wooden door and said to Zhang Shiping calmly.

"Show me, look, old ancestor." Ouyang Mieming let go of his hands holding the hemp rope, stretched high, and jumped to **** the golden invitation from Zhengyangzong from his father. But he hasn't grown up yet, his height has just reached Ouyang Deyan's thigh, and he hasn't started practicing yet, so his body is weak. He jumped several times, even if he put his whole body on Ouyang Deyan's lap and tried his best to climb up, he still didn't catch the invitation card in Ouyang Deyan's hand. After trying a few times, his father didn't respond What he meant, he turned his head cleverly and stared at Ouyang Tianyou eagerly, with a clear and clear childlike voice.

"I'll give you this, but tomorrow, can you understand what's written on it?" Ouyang Tianyou looked at Ouyang Deyan. Ouyang Deyan understood what his ancestors meant, and he also knew to hand over the invitation that Zhang Shiping had just sent. Play with children. Ouyang Deyan looked at Zhang Shiping with a wry smile on his face, hoping that Zhang Shiping would not mind.

"This is Zheng, this is heaven, this is..." Ouyang Mieming held an invitation card that was obviously too big for him in his small hand. Looking at the words on the card, his little finger first pointed to Zhengyangzong, and then slid to Tianyou On Daoist's Taoist name, he finally looked at the word 'you', and muttered that he couldn't tell what the word was called.

"You. This is You." Ouyang Tianyou bent down, pointed at 'You', and said to Ouyang Mieming.

Then he hugged Ouyang Mieming in one hand, and walked through the three of them. Ouyang Mieming moved his little finger to other places on the invitation card, read a few words, and then hesitated again. Ouyang Tianyou taught in a kind tone with him. The grandparents and grandchildren gradually walked up the small river. Ouyang Mieming's childish voice, 'Zhengyangzong', 'Feixuangu', 'Tianyou Zhenren', he chanted word by word, his voice from came from afar.

Zhang Shiping watched Patriarch Ouyang walking quickly with the child. After walking out of the door, within a few steps, his figure became blurred, and then appeared at a distance of more than ten feet away. Before the phantom left behind disappeared, others appeared again It disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Shiping only saw a small figure of Ouyang Tianyou's back.

After seeing his ancestor leave, Zhang Shiping bid farewell to Ouyang Deyan and Ouyang Wanqing. The two Foundation Establishment cultivators of Ouyang's family tried to persuade him to stay, but seeing that Zhang Shiping insisted on leaving, they smiled and refused to stay. The two of them sent Zhang Shiping out of the Feixuan Valley Formation, and sent Zhang Shiping another ten li away before turning back to the clan.

After Zhang Shiping left Feixuan Valley of Ouyang's family, seeing the two of Ouyang's family turn back, he immediately speeded up, and the ancient Qingling boat turned into a blue light and disappeared on the spot.

Two days later, Zhang Shiping flew out of the Baimang Mountain Range, and after flying for dozens of miles, he felt that the aura between the sky and the earth was much thinner. After he flew for more than a hundred miles, the sky was dark and the time was a bit late Yes, look down in the sky and see a mountain range below, with a radius of about ten miles, there are more than a dozen large and small peaks in the mountain range.

In a few places near his feet, the smoke from the kitchen rose. Zhang Shiping saw villages built in some remote places in the mountains. Most of the houses in the villages were built of wood and thatch, and there was hardly a single white-walled tile-roofed house. There is a circle around the village, sharpened and scorched wooden stakes that have been roasted by fire. In the night, a dozen ragged mountain people walked into the gate of the village with wooden farm tools.

Liu Dashan, who is in his early thirties, has a big frame, but he doesn't have much flesh on his body, but he has a good temper. Except for seven or eight years, because the labor tax is too heavy, even the grain hidden on the beams of his family has to be served by the government. After being snatched away, he was forced to have no choice but to take his old mother, wife and children, and fled into the mountains in desperation, becoming a mountain dweller without a record.

He was lucky, he walked for a long time in the mountains, fortunately he met people from Qinglang Village, and followed them into the village. Although Qinglang Village is a bandit village, most of the people living in it are desperate and desperate. The mountain people are hard, there are many poisonous insects and beasts in the mountains, and people will be taken away if they are not careful. Not to mention the lack of food and clothing. The most important thing is that there is no salt. These mountain people hunt 60 to 70% of the mountain goods in the mountains. The things I bought were all exchanged with a businessman named Zhang outside for some coarse salt and homemade cloth.

By the way, the businessman, the people next to him called him the third master, Liu Dashan only remembered it when he was walking on the village road with his big bare feet. He saw that his son was not playing in the village, and he saw no one on the road, so he might have returned home early.

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