"Xu Changqing, a idler in the ninth century? I seem to have heard of this name. ≥" After all, decades have passed, and the changes in the world of cultivation have turned what really happened that year into unexplained legends and myths. When Qian Bing heard Xu Changqing's name, he only had a vague impression and did not immediately recall who he was.

At this moment, Qian Weiyi was a little depressed. He also thought that a shocked expression would appear on Qian Bing's face, which would make him feel proud. After all, he fought with Xu Changqing back then was just a defeat in one move. Although this defeat was a little bit humid, after Xu Changqing became recognized as the number one heretic and even the number one in the world of cultivation, even if such a record was a bit humid, it would definitely make people proud when he took it out.

Seeing that his grandson had not yet learned a long time, and before he could remember who Xu Changqing was, Qian Weiyi reached out and patted his forehead, then pointed to the direction of the Forbidden City, and pointed: "Have you forgotten the Peach Tree Mountain God?"

After Qian Weiyi's reminder, Qian Bing quickly thought of who Xu Changqing was, and looked dazed, and then said incredibly shocked: "He is the person from the Chen family's Taohua Mountain?"

Qian Weiyi was quite satisfied with his grandson's performance now. Although it was a little late, he still felt good. He did not answer positively. Instead, he pretended to be a teapot next to him and drank a sip of tea, looking calm and gentle.

Qian Bing was able to remember who Xu Changqing was so quickly after a reminder. It was mainly because the peach tree mountain god in the Imperial Garden of the Forbidden City was the first major event he participated in after entering Beijing. At that time, he saw that there was actually a peach tree spirit in the world, and this peach tree spirit became a mountain god recognized by heaven and earth, which shocked him and his colleagues.

Later, in order to transplant this peach tree to the dragon vein of the capital, and to allow the peach tree to adapt to the illusion of the capital and survive. The leaders of the ministry have tried a lot. Taking care of this peach tree almost became the most important thing in the ministry in those years. He also made suggestions to make the peach tree survive. Because he was curious about the origin of this big peach tree, he had specially investigated relevant information, but he did not know the ninth-rate idle man Xu Changqing. He only knew that this big peach tree was in the courtyard of Peach Blossom Mountain Yizhuang. There is a strange man named the owner of the Yizhuang, who is the behind-the-scenes military advisor of the Chen family, the largest clan in the south, and it is also the main reason why the Chen family can stand in the south for so many years.

After being shocked, Qian Bing couldn't help but wonder: "Since he is so famous, why did the country have no..."

Qian Weiyi was also confused and said, "Because everyone thinks that if he was either dead or had ascended to the fairy world, he was still in the world. This was completely beyond everyone's expectations. Otherwise, those old guys in your department would have the courage to dig back the mountain guarding sacred tree."

"Immortal Realm? Is there really an immortal world in the world?" Qian Bing found out that the more he knew, the more questions he had in his heart.

After Qian Weiyi was silent for a moment, he said in a deep tone: "Maybe there is, right? I want to know the answer."

Just when Qian Weiyi and his grandson talked about Xu Changqing, Xu Changqing, who was their partner, was walking around a small village called Sanligou in the suburbs of the capital. He came here to find someone, a craftsman who is quite famous in the world of cultivation.

Sanligou is not the official name, but the name given by the people living here. It turned out to be a slum. The name Sanligou also originated from the fact that the village was built around a three-mile-long stinky ditch. Now there is no trace of the slum, neat houses. The spacious streets, although the people living here are a little sick and thin, they are very energetic.

This is just an unknown small place, and the name cannot be even seen on the map, but it has a certain reputation in the world of cultivation, because there is a craftsman who specializes in creating magic weapons for casual cultivators. This craftsman has only one kind of magic weapon, that is, copper gourds, various types and shapes of copper gourds.

Gourds are a commonly used magic weapon among practitioners of sects mainly based on Taoism. Most folk cultivators often use magic tools, so the first thing that all craftsmen who make magic tools need to learn is to make gourds. Among these craftsmen, there are only a few people who are famous for making gourds. Xu Changqing is looking for such a gourd master, or the successor of that master.

The reason why Xu Changqing knew about this gourd master came from his half-teacher paper man sheet, because the paper man sheet was very close to this gourd master, and the copper gourd magic weapon used by Xu Changqing in the Yizhuang all came from the gourd master, so he had been friends with him for many years.

When Xu Changqing saw the nine gourds hanging on the top in the back hall of Yongsi Hall, he felt that the copper gourds looked familiar, and then he remembered the gourd master. This may be an important clue to find out who was the gourd bureau, so he came to the place where the master lived in seclusion.

Xu Changqing was not worried that the master or his descendants had moved to another place, because the witch curse in the master could only stay in a special place and could not leave. Although the Sanligou was not in a good position, it was a rare white tiger corpse-carrying land. The gourd master could continue this dangerous land to fight poison with poison and suppress the curse on his body. More importantly, this curse was a blood curse, and the descendants of the direct blood line would be infected by this curse, so even if the master died, his descendants must stay here to survive.

At that time, Zhang Zhang, the master of the Xu Changqing Gang, had thought about letting the master of the Xu Changqing Gang come into contact with the witch curse on his body, but after Xu Changqing asked about the details, he thought that with his cultivation ability at that time, he could not lift this blood curse, so he was helpless. Although Xu Changqing had not yet stood at the position of the number one heretic, he was already one of the top existences in the secular world, so the witch curse that he could not lift was naturally also unable to be lifted by others.

From the moment I entered the village, Xu Changqing clearly felt that although the houses and other places around him had been rebuilt, the overall terrain had not changed. Even the three-mile-long stinky ditch was only dug deep and treated pollution, and built an artificial river, but it was not filled. This kind of hard-working reconstruction method is very different from the way of knocking down old houses and rebuilding new houses in most other areas. Someone must have secretly influenced the authorities to do this on purpose. Although Xu Changqing had never been here, he was able to find out the most dangerous place where the tiger's corpse was held in the white tiger's corpse from the relatively well-preserved terrain. The gourd master must have lived in this location.

Soon, Xu Changqing came to a dilapidated courtyard. This courtyard was still an old courtyard and had not undergone any renovation. This blue brick courtyard was a very good house when it was a slum in the past, but it was placed in the neatly planned red brick buildings, which looked so old and dilapidated, and very eye-catching.

Xu Changqing looked at the shy copper gourds hanging on the door and knew that he had found the right place. So he went forward and knocked on the door knocker, shouting into the room: "Is there anyone in the room? Is Master Fan here?"

After shouting twice, he heard footsteps behind the door, and then the door creaked open. A young man looked out, looked at Xu Changqing, frowned and said, "Who are you? Why are you looking for my father?"

The young man's tone was not very good, he seemed impatient, and had a little inexplicable hostility towards Xu Changqing. Xu Changqing did not care so much, but said directly: "Master Fan is a famous artist who makes copper gourds, I want to..."

"You're useless to think about it. Your hands are broken. How can you make a gourd?" Before Xu Changqing could finish speaking, the young man shouted at Xu Changqing, then closed the door with a loud bang, as if he was not going to say more nonsense to Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing was stunned when he heard this, frowned slightly, reached out and patted the door gently, and a force shocked the wooden plug behind the door, and then pushed the door and walked in.

At this time, the young man had just turned around and was about to walk into the inner room. He heard the strange noise behind him. When he turned around, he couldn't help but look surprised when he saw Xu Changqing pushing the door in. He clearly remembered that he had just closed the door and put the door on the door, but now the door was opened, which made him feel a little puzzled.

The young man immediately turned around and stopped Xu Changqing, shouting at Xu Changqing with a fierce look on his face: "What's wrong with you? Just enter other people's house and don't think that if something happens to my house, you can come to bully me at will. Even if a rabbit is angry, it will bite people."

"Young man, don't be so angry, be careful to be very angry." Xu Changqing slapped the young man's shoulders casually. The young man who was angry and ready to push the person out seemed to have seen some terrifying scene. He screamed, then jumped to the side and moved away.

At this time, Xu Changqing looked at the frightened young man with confusion, because he found that this young man was just an ordinary person, and he had neither the magic power of a practitioner nor the blood curse power that should exist on his body. He looked at the young man's hands again and found that although the young man's hands were rough and covered with calluses, they were all hands that only ordinary porters had, rather than the hands of those craftsmen.

Seeing this, Xu Changqing asked with a little doubt: "Your surname is Fan?"

"My surname is not Fan, are you?" The young man seemed to have recovered now, and he didn't realize what was wrong with him just now, but he was sure that it was definitely Xu Changqing's fault, so he shouted at Xu Changqing in anger.

Just as Xu Changqing continued to say something, a slightly weak voice suddenly came from the room, saying, "Get sick, don't neglect the guests, please come in."
Chapter completed!