At this point, his words seemed to begin to reveal a hint of threat, and he then said:
"Of course, you don't have to say it, but you must have heard of the name of my sect master, "There is a cliff in the clouds in Qingxu Tian"! He and I also made it clear when we were looking for those two people that we can take extraordinary measures when necessary, so What do you think? Senior Liangshan?"
Although his words were threatening, the old Taoist priest still stood up and walked to the two old men, bowed and bowed with his hands. The etiquette was very good.
However, the old man Liangshan remained silent, causing the room to fall into a dead silence again.
Seeing his senior brother being so humble but being so cold-hearted, the little Taoist priest suddenly felt an unknown fire in his heart and said angrily:
"Senior brother, this old man thinks that his cultivation level is mediocre, at most he is on par with you, huh! At such an old age, he only has the cultivation level of Concentration Realm. He is really like a dog! You treat him again and again. We treat each other with courtesy, but he suddenly ignores us. Isn’t this contempt for the dignity of our Qingxutian! Why should you, such an old man..."
Before the little Taoist priest could finish speaking, there was a crisp sound, and a slap hit the little Taoist priest's face instantly. Five fingerprints were clearly visible, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
"Get out!"
The older Taoist priest turned around and stared at the young Taoist priest with cold eyes, as cautious as the cold light on a sword.
The little Taoist priest looked at his senior brother and was at a loss for a moment. How could the second senior brother who was so amiable just now suddenly treat him like this? What did he do wrong?
In his opinion, the old man was just an insignificant person, so it was a pleasure for his master to send him down the mountain with his second senior brother for training. As a younger disciple of Qingxu Tian, he is not the one who is sought after by everyone wherever he goes, and his status jade tag with the word "Qingxu" printed on it is his capital for walking in the world.
But after a smooth journey, he actually had to walk into the village, which severely hit his surging self-esteem. Just now, he was slapped by his second senior brother in front of outsiders. How could he endure such a huge grievance?
But before he could explode, the sharp eyes of the second senior brother swept over him, waking him up as if cold water had been poured on him on a midsummer night, and he forcefully suppressed the words that came to his lips.
"Yes, senior brother!"
Clenching his fists with both hands, the little Taoist priest walked out the door bitterly, his steps so heavy that he could crush the bluestone on the ground. At this time, the older Taoist priest lowered his head deeply and said with a respectful attitude.
"I'm really sorry, senior. It's my junior brother who was rude. I will definitely report to the Master Sect for punishment when I go back. I hope senior can forgive me. Junior brother is also walking in the world for the first time and he doesn't understand the rules. I hope senior will forgive you again."
"It doesn't matter, young man, he is still a little angry."
The old man from Liangshan spoke slowly, took a deep look at the young man in front of him, and then said:
"Taoist Master Danchen, how many times has this been your visit?"
"Back to senior, including today, there are seven times in total."
"Then how long ago was the first time you came to my little village?"
"About this time fifteen years ago."
"What about the second time?"
"About ten years ago."
"What about the third time?"
"Six years ago."
"What about the fourth time?"
"Three years ago."
"What about the fifth time?
"Two years ago"
"What about the last time?"
"last year."
The two seemed to have a very tacit understanding when answering questions. Although Qingyun and Qingyun could not hear clearly, they could still see the Taoist priest's respect for Grandpa Liangshan.
"Actually, you already know the answer, don't you? Every time you say something different, you must have the trust of your sect master, right? But old man, I always feel that such self-deception is not something even a mortal can do. I understand, but why can’t we monks understand it clearly?”
Yan Liangshan did not answer his words directly, and then he asked:
"Taoist Priest, how do you feel about the fact that you are sent down the mountain every time to look for those two people?"
This time he seemed to have a point in his words.
After pondering for a while, the Taoist priest named Dan Chen replied in a deep voice:
"Back to senior, this junior just obeyed the sect master's instructions and had no other thoughts."
The old man from Liangshan looked at the loyal Dan Chen with a somewhat sad look on his face, and said helplessly:
"The intervals between your visits are getting shorter each time, so does your Sect Leader Yun have any other explanations this time? If you don't want to say it, then forget it, old man, I am getting old too!"
Taoist priest Dan Chen was silent for a while before replying:
"The sect master once said, life or death does not matter..."
"From this point of view, your sect master is not a hard-hearted person. But I will tell you today, old man. When we first met, I could tell with my cultivation that she didn't have much time left. Of course, I am not like a mortal, I can live for dozens of years even if my time is short, but now! Hey! If I had known today, why would I have bothered to do it in the first place? Just reply to your sect master like this!"
The old man's eyes were vague and seemed to be sad.
"Then, senior sister, she's done it!"
Danchen suddenly became excited and stood up abruptly, without any trace of the calmness he had shown before. The answer from the old man from Liangshan shattered the last bit of fantasy in his heart.
"Well, the last time I saw Mr., he was alone."
"Many... many thanks, senior, for informing me. It seems that the sect master's premonition is correct. Alas, what a pity for our miserable senior sister..."
When he said this, Dan Chen's eyes filled with tears and he almost cried.
After a long while, Dan Chen wiped away his tears, adjusted his mood, then made a bow to the old man from Liangshan with his fists, and said respectfully:
"If I dare, junior, I would like to ask my senior, will those two have any heirs?"
The old man from Liangshan did not answer immediately, but asked:
"So what if there is, and so what if there isn't?"
As soon as these words came out, Dan Chen didn't know how to reply, so he could only sigh softly and said:
"Thank you, senior, for informing me this time. I must report back to the sect master immediately. Please don't blame me for what happened to my junior brother just now. I will teach you strictly after I return! I have offended you so much, I will say goodbye!"
After saying that, he bowed respectfully and strode out of the house.
As soon as Dan Chen left the door, a green-like halo of light appeared with a slight stroke of the two mountain old men's right hands. Immediately, the wooden door of the old house flew up from the ground not far away, and then slowly floated back to its original position. Even the wood chips on the ground flew back to the door automatically.
At the same time, a few tender green shoots sprouted from the edge of the wooden door, like bamboo shoots after a rain. This made the Taoist priest named Dan Chen feel a sense of fear in his heart, and also made him have a feeling for this old man with a gray beard. A new understanding.
Without waiting for the little Taoist priest who had been standing silently outside the door to open his mouth, Dan Chen immediately took out a small mahogany sword from his arms, formed a seal with his hands, and muttered something.
With just a thumping sound, the Taomu Sword instantly enlarged dozens of times as if inflated, making it the size of a small boat. Immediately afterwards, Danchen pulled up the little Taoist priest and said:
"Dan Lin, let's go quickly!"
With the young Taoist Dan Lin looking puzzled and aggrieved, the two stepped into the air with their wooden swords in hand.
As he took off, Dan Chen seemed to glance at the haystack beside the house intentionally or unintentionally, then flew high into the sky with a whoosh and disappeared. Many people in the village were so frightened that they fell to their knees on the ground and shouted to pay homage to the immortal.
At this time, the two children hiding behind the haystack walked out as if they were dreaming. After experiencing the collapse and restoration of their house, and the scene of the immortal flying with his sword, neither of them knew what to say, so they could only look at you. Looking at me, I look at you, one after another, we walked to the house of the old man Liangshan and stopped there.
After a long while, Qingyun and Nazhi were still so frightened that no one dared to knock on the door, and they didn't know if they were afraid that the door would explode again. In the end, it was Qingyun who raised his arm first, preparing to knock on the door with countless mysteries, as if he was about to enter a new world.
"No need to knock. Haven't you heard enough from the two little kids outside the house? Come right in."
The familiar voice of the old man from Liangshan came again from the house, gentle, warm, and heart-warming. With an inexplicable feeling of strangeness, Qingyun slowly opened the wooden door with a creak.
But at this moment, the restored wooden door turned out to be so heavy and raw, and the squeaking sound was like the growth rings of an old tree, making people dizzy.
Qingyun did not blink and looked directly at the old man Liangshan who was sitting in the hall. He had not changed at all like the previous moment and remained calm and composed. This made Qingyun slowly relax.
But what he couldn't believe was that the square table that had been placed in the hall just now disappeared out of thin air, while the low tables where students were studying appeared out of thin air.
This suddenly startled him, and some thoughts slowly surfaced, but he suppressed them forcefully. After all, his father's unfazed, calm personality and way of doing things all year round were very important to him now and even in the future. has far-reaching impact.
Without any expression, Qingyun bowed and saluted the teacher who taught him reading and literacy.
Seeing how depressed the room was, Yan Nanzhi didn't know what to say. He was full of questions and couldn't come up with any words for the moment. He just held Qingyun's slender hand and stared blankly at his grandfather.
Looking at the silent Qingyun, the old man from Liangshan suddenly said:
"Why not ask?"
His voice suddenly became firmer, even harsher than when he usually taught students, as if it was a roaring lion.
"So what if I ask? So what if I don't ask?"
Without thinking, Qingyun used the words that the old man from Liangshan asked Danchen at the end. His tone was unhurried and unhurried, just like his name, like the clouds in the blue sky.
"Hahahahahaha, okay, okay, okay! He is simple in heart and not surprised at all changes. He is really a good son of Mr. Yi! Remember, you two little ones, this is the end of today's matter. You are not allowed to mention it to anyone in the future, including you two. In the meantime, this matter is of great importance. Remember! Nanzhi, you don’t need to practice the Qi-nurturing Kungfu I taught you before, and come with me out later."
