After saying that, Qingyun took out Ma Wang's staff and letter from his treasure bag. At this time, he had already placed the two items in Qi Fei's treasure bag, and tried to cover them up to prevent this shrewd person. The old man saw something.
After all, the treasure bag of Qingxutian's disciple should be much higher than that of ordinary goods, but he has never seen it anyway.
Fortunately, all Taoist Yemu's energy was focused on the yellow-brown French stick and the letter, and he did not notice Qingyun's treasure bag. After taking the letter, he couldn't wait to open it and read it.
At first, the old Nogi had an angry face and cursed, but then he kept sighing, and finally choked silently. Like a lonely old man who lost his son in his later years, he became a little lonely and his back was hunched.
Although it was not Qingyun's original intention to read someone's letter, it was a matter of life and fortune. Even if he agreed to send a letter, he had to ensure safety, so Qingyun had naturally read the content of the letter.
It's just that I feel sorry for the master. Now that I have obtained the spiritual stone and elixir, I will come back to fulfill my filial piety to the master after I become successful.
But Yemu Laodao's thoughts were different. Ma Wang was the disciple he had raised since he was a child. He treated him like his own son. Although he was a bit domineering outside, he was still very filial to him. In his opinion, his disciple must be In order not to hurt Master, I had to fly far away just now.
After all, there were outsiders present at the time, and the words that spread made it clear that they had something to do with him.
So I thought that running away with the treasure was an act of filial piety from Ma Wang. In the end, he burst into tears and almost burst into tears.
In fact, the dead Ma Wang did think so.
Listening to the old man talking to himself with runny nose and tears in his ears, Qingyun slowly understood what the other person was thinking, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"Could it be that Ma Wang really has no filial piety? Alas, even though his filial piety touched the heavens and the earth, now I'm afraid there are only bones left. I was the one who killed him, and I was also the one who conveyed his last words. How should I tell the difference? ah!"
Qingyun's heart immediately became complicated. It was unclear, a little bitter, a little helpless, and more of a kind of desolation.
To this day, he still feels that Ma Wang is not a good person, but even if he is really a heinous murderer, his letters at least gave the poor old man who had just been seriously injured a hope in life.
And from Taoist Nogi's point of view, at least the precious disciple has his own chance and will definitely come back in the future. It's always better to be missing than to be dead, right?
As for the authenticity of the letter, Taoist Yemu did not doubt it.
The handwriting was obviously written by Ma Wang himself, and he recognized it. Although there was obvious trembling when writing, in Nogi Taoist's eyes, it turned out to be caused by excitement.
In addition, the boy named Qin in front of him is from Qin Chengtian's side. The internal fighting in Qingxu Tian is known to the world, but Dan Lin is the leader of the clan, so there is really no need for him to side with Dan Lin in this matter.
Being able to tell the truth truthfully is already very valuable, so the words of the monk in white must be a scam.
Old Dao Nogi didn't know their purpose and didn't want to know. This was no longer something that his level of cultivation could control.
The other party dared to frame even the closed disciple of Qingxutian Sect Master, and he must have a lot of background. Now he just wants to recover from his injuries as soon as possible to save his life, and then look for his disciple everywhere. As for other things, he doesn't want to ask more questions.
Qingyun looked at this pitiful old man who had looked like a child with white hair just now, but had aged dozens of years immediately after reading the letter, with complicated eyes, and felt as if his five-flavor bottle had been overturned.
The other party's only disciple was killed by him with his own hands, but now he regarded himself as a lifesaver and was grateful. He even rummaged through the box and gave out hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones as gifts, which made him feel guilty and unable to accept it.
Finally, after Taoist Yemu thanked him profusely, Qingyun quietly left his mansion with a guilty heart.
Before leaving, he felt that he could no longer pretend to be a disciple of a famous family, so he breathed a long sigh of relief. After turning his back, he returned to his normal self.
"When did I learn to disguise myself? Even the seniors in Yuan Hua Realm can't see through it?"
While going down the mountain, Qingyun kept questioning himself.
In the past, he was a simple mountain boy who could read and write. If there were no accidents, Yan Liangshan would probably betroth his granddaughter Yan Nanzhi to him and take him to a beautiful wife for the rest of his life.
But in just three years, he turned into an "immortal" who can disguise, lie, and even kill people. What is going on?
He is not afraid of changing himself. After all, people will change. Just as now, he has slowly begun to feel that it is ridiculous to say that he can never forget his original intention and then succeed.
But what Qingyun is afraid of is that he has turned into the person he once hated the most, such as Chen Quan'er, Zhuo Bufan, Ma Wang, Qi Fei, and all those people who murder others for their own benefit.
He even inexplicably thought of Yang Liu, the maid in Mr. Wang's house in Qianzhong City.
It's just that such a long time has passed, and he can only vaguely remember the figure waving to him in the dusk, but he can't remember the red face or the color of her dress.
Qingyun didn't just think about the beautiful scenery of the past, but he asked himself again and again on the forked roads he walked on, hesitating left and right, whether my choice had ever wavered.
In other words, if it is shaking, what is behind the shaking.
If I could make a new choice at that time, would my life be like this? Will he still stain his hands with blood and do whatever it takes to survive?
The answers to these questions are of course unanswerable. There is no regret medicine in the world. It can even be said that there is no so-called choice in the world, because as long as you make a decision, there is no so-called choice.
Qingyun laughed at himself, looking at the sunset that was slowly setting, he remembered the day when Ma Wang and Qi Fei's ashes were buried. The afterglow of the sunset was obviously more brilliant than today.
Then he seemed to smell the strong, indissoluble, nauseating, burnt smell again.
What I have learned on paper is ultimately shallow, and I know that I have to do it in detail.
Qingyun thought this after coming to the unfamiliar Qingshui Town again. The last time he was kidnapped by Xiao Luoyi, he was unconsciously taken to Wuhua Mountain, so he didn't feel much during the journey.
Now it was his turn to go down the mountain and head to the town along the route given by the mountain people. Only then did he realize the gap between his cultivation level and Xiao Luoyi's.
Today's Qingyun is in the middle stage of Lingyin's cultivation. Although he is still very weak in the world of cultivation, if his strength is placed in the mortal world, it will exceed the level of a first-class master.
But even so, it still took him three days to arrive at Qingshui Town, while Xiao Luo only took less than half a day to carry his comatose self and still had enough energy to spare. It has to be said that there is a difference between the spiritual guidance realm and the Yuan Hua realm. A gap like a ravine in the sky.
Qingyun simply didn't have anything important to do in Qingshui Town this time. He just wanted to come over and have a look after accidentally hearing that Wan Guliu and Wan Congfang were missing a few days ago, so he didn't rush on his way.
But he was still a little worried that Witch Xiao would kill the Wanguliu father and daughter in order to hide her affairs.
Although he had taken care of her before she left, Qingyun did not dare to be careless in the slightest towards this cold-blooded witch.
"You have to hide when you encounter her in the future, at least until you can beat her."
Qingyun said firmly in his heart.
Even though more than half a year has passed, he still remembers the look when Xiao Luoyi resolutely gave up the flesh and blood of his right hand in order to get out of his control.
It was an expression of calmness and calmness. The heart-piercing pain and the pale complexion seemed to coexist harmoniously on her body. No wonder Xiao Qi evaluated her as a heroine among women.
If Xiao Qi hadn't still had the last bit of true spiritual power left to launch a surprise attack while he was unprepared, I'm afraid he would have slept in the same hole as Ma Wang and the others now.
No, the witch would not dig a hole to bury him for herself, so Qingyun always felt a little creepy whenever he thought of what happened at that time.
Unless he has absolute strength, he believes that at least in terms of his ruthlessness and reaction ability, he is no match for this witch, let alone his cultivation.
When people are distracted, time often passes quickly.
Although he did not have advanced body skills, in this town where most of the people were mortals, Qingyun still relied on his "high-strength" cultivation to easily find the "Wan's Medical Center" that day.
The medical center already looked desolate from the outside, but the door knocker was still shining like new, as if someone was knocking on the door every day.
"I guess there have been a lot of people asking for accounts recently."
Looking at the gleaming and even slightly dazzling copper door knocker, Qingyun couldn't help but smile and remembered Lao Wan's debt.
Immediately, he remembered that before Xiao Luoyi abducted him that day, he told Wangu Chu that he would write off the debt in one stroke. Now it seemed that it was really difficult to clear both money and goods when doing business with Witch Xiao.
Shaking his head secretly, Qingyun relaxed his slightly frowned eyebrows. After all, this had nothing to do with him. He jumped up and somersaulted into the inner courtyard. With his slim and tall figure, there was something to be said. The amount of handsomeness is unrestrained.
Looking around, Qingyun found that there was no one in the yard, which made him feel sad.
However, after a thorough inspection, there were no signs of fighting, and there were signs of hastily packing luggage in several rooms. Various clues indicated that the father and daughter should have chosen to travel far.
At worst, he left home and found a secluded place to hide. It was much better than being killed.
Looking at the empty eaves in the middle courtyard, the big stone in Qingyun's heart quietly fell. He sat by the well in the courtyard, stared at the equally empty beams, and thought:
"This Wanguliu should be a person who values the sect's inheritance. Now that he has even put away the gold-plated plaque, he probably plans to leave this place for a long time."
Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but sigh and said softly:
"I hope we can meet again if we have the chance."
PS: Why are there no comments from the bosses? It would be nice to give some suggestions~
