The two foundation-building monks from the Ouyang family took Zhang Shiping to the door of this quaint little courtyard. Ouyang Deyan went up and knocked on the door twice. The wooden door creaked open and he combed his hair.

The child, who was wearing two red ropes and braided upwards, happened to open the door. When he saw Ouyang Deyan outside the door, he called out "Daddy" in a crisp voice.

The child seemed a little scared. He lowered his head and looked at his feet, but his eyes were spinning around. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked small, but in fact his thoughts were full of ghosts.

"Why did you skip school again?" Ouyang Deyan did not appear happy when he saw his child. Instead, he frowned and said with a straight face.

In the yard, an old man wearing starched white cloth walked out of a nearby hut. The uppers of his black cloth shoes were very thick and made only a slight sound when he stepped on the ground. He was holding a bamboo basket in one hand and a

Holding a yellow-spotted bamboo pole, he walked over step by step and reached the door, "Deyan, don't scare Ming'er."

Ouyang Mieming cleverly took the bamboo basket from his ancestor's hand, and struggled to carry the gray-green bamboo basket that was half his height on his back. The hemp rope on the bamboo basket was a bit thick, and his small hands

He pulled the hemp rope tightly and held it tightly.

"Ancestor, I've been running around every now and then for the past three days. It's been more than half a year and I still don't know a few words. It's not a big deal!" 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's 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, what's the matter?" The old man said

Smiling, 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, I pay my respects to Master Tianyou." Zhang Shiping took a step forward and saluted the old man.

At the same time, he took out the invitation from the Zhengyang Sect inviting Ouyang Tianyou from the storage bag. He explained the matter clearly and concisely in a few words, and then presented the invitation with both hands.

"Okay, I will definitely attend the appointment on time." 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 calmly to Zhang Shiping.

"Show me, see, ancestor." Ouyang Mieming released his hands holding the hemp rope, stretched his hands high, and jumped to grab the golden invitation from the Zhengyang Sect from his father's hand.

However, he hadn't grown up yet. He had just reached Ouyang Deyan's thigh. In addition, he hadn't started practicing yet and his body was weak. He jumped several times, even though his whole body was lying on Ouyang Deyan's thigh, he pushed hard

When he climbed up, he didn't catch the invitation in Ouyang Deyan's hand. He tried a few times and saw that his father didn't pay attention to him, so he cleverly turned his head and stared at Ouyang Tianyou longingly. Tong Yin

Crisp.

"Here you go, but tomorrow do you understand what's written on it?" Ouyang Tianyou looked at Ouyang Deyan. Ouyang Deyan understood what his ancestor meant, and also knew to hand over the invitation Zhang Shiping had just sent.

Playing with children. Ouyang Deyan looked at Zhang Shiping with a wry smile on his face, hoping Zhang Shiping wouldn't mind.

"This is Zheng, this is Tian, ​​this is..." Ouyang Mieming held an invitation that was obviously too big for him in his little hand. He looked at the words on the card. His little finger first pointed at Zhengyang Sect, and then slid to Tian.

On Master You's Taoist ID number, he finally looked at the word "You" and muttered, unable to tell what the word was.

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

Then he picked up Ouyang Mieming in one hand and walked past the three of them. Ouyang Mieming moved his little fingers to other places on the invitation, read a few words, and hesitated again. Ouyang Tianyou taught in a kind tone.

Following him, the grandfather and grandson gradually walked upstream along the river. Ouyang Mieming's childlike voice, "Zhengyang Zong", "Feixuan Valley", "Tianyou Zhenren", he recited word by word.

, the sound came from far away.

Zhang Shiping watched Patriarch Ouyang walking quickly with his child. After walking out of the door, within a few steps, his figure blurred for a moment, and then appeared more than ten feet away. Before the phantom left behind disappeared, someone else appeared again.

Disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Shiping only saw a small back of Ouyang Tianyou.

After seeing his ancestor leaving, Zhang Shiping said goodbye to Ouyang Deyan and Ouyang Wanqing. The two foundation-building monks of the Ouyang family made several attempts to persuade him to stay. When they saw that Zhang Shiping insisted on leaving, they smiled and stopped trying.

.The two of them sent Zhang Shiping out of the Feixuan Valley Formation, and then sent Zhang Shiping ten miles away before turning back to the clan.

After Zhang Shiping left the Feixuan Valley of the Ouyang family, he saw the two people from the Ouyang family turning back, so he immediately accelerated his speed. The Qingling ancient boat flew quickly and disappeared into a ray of blue light.

Two days later, Zhang Shiping flew out of the Baimangshan Mountains and flew for dozens of miles. He felt that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was much thinner. After flying for more than a hundred miles, he saw that the sky was dim and the time was a bit late.

Now, looking down from the sky, I see a mountain range below, with a radius of about ten miles, and dozens of large and small peaks in the mountain range.

Smoke curled up from cooking stoves in several places near his feet. Zhang Shiping saw villages built in several remote places in the mountains. Most of the houses in the villages were made of wood and thatch, and there was almost no white-walled tiled house.

The village is surrounded by a circle of sharply-sharpened and burnt-yellow wooden stakes that have been roasted by fire. In the dark, a dozen ragged mountain people walked into the village gate together with wooden farm tools.

Liu Dashan, who is in his early thirties, has a big frame, but not much meat on his body, and a good temper. Except for seven or eight years, because the labor tax was too heavy, even the grain hidden in the beams of his family had to be supervised by Yamen

After being robbed, he was forced to have no choice but to take his mother, wife and children with him, and fled into the mountains in desperation, becoming a stateless mountain man.

He was lucky. He walked in the mountains for a long time. Fortunately, he met the people from Qinglang Village and followed them into the village. Although Qinglang Village was a bandit village, most of the people living there were forced to live in desperation. The mountain people lived in hardship.

, there are many poisonous insects and ferocious beasts in the mountains, and people will be picked up if they are not careful, and they are short of food and clothing, not to mention the most important thing is that there is no salt. They, the mountain people, hunt 60 to 70% of the wild products in the mountains.

They all exchanged some coarse salt and homespun cloth with a businessman named Zhang outside.

By the way, that businessman, people around him called him Third Master. Liu Dashan only remembered it when he was walking on the village road with his big feet bare. He saw that his son was not playing at the end of the village, and he saw no one on the road. Maybe he was
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