Still wearing the simple green shirt and the long hair shawl, his strength made his already firm Taoist heart even more persistent and longing for the future!
In the past, Qingyun could be said to have moved forward for hatred, and those hatreds were the soil for his growth. But now, in addition to the seeds that have taken root, he has a kind of sunshine called protection.
"Yes, Xiao Qi is right. Regardless of his anger or karma, Fu Rui can still emerge from the mud without being stained. As long as justice remains in my heart, why should I be afraid of the thousands of thorns ahead of him!"
After several lives and deaths, Qingyun not only gradually accumulated valuable combat experience, but more importantly, he has transformed into an adult who has learned to be independent.
The improvement of his realm may have brought him confidence and budding ambition, but the key is that he gradually realized what he lacked.
It can be said that he has been tolerant before.
It was like this under the roof of the Chen Mansion, it was like this when he met Zhuo Bufan, and it was like this when he was held hostage by Xiao Luoyi, so he couldn't even remember why he had to endure it over and over again.
It wasn't until he actually saw blood, killed Ma Wang, killed the snake demon, killed two unknown monks, killed the old thief Ge Yong, and killed his own weakness, that Qingyun truly understood and acknowledged this difficult truth. .
"Yes, it's because I'm afraid, I'm timid, I'm timid, I'm weak!"
All of this, in the final analysis, is because he is still very small, as small as an ant.
In the eyes of the elephant, whether the ant's heart is full of pride or hatred, after he steps on it, it can be said that it is no different from dust.
This time, Qingyun did not put the long sword that was stolen from the murderer into the treasure bag, nor did he covertly wrap his father's broken sword in rags like he did when he first came down the mountain. Instead, he just carried it with him. on the back.
If you want to grab it, then come.
It's just that I, Qingyun, no longer feel sick or timid because my hands are stained with blood.
I'm afraid that you will have to realize that you will become a dead soul under my sword.
"If he succeeds in his ambition one day, how dare he laugh at Qingyun for not being her husband."
He murmured, then looked back towards the direction of the swamp forest, as if he saw himself again being beaten and vomited blood by Ge Yong, then smiled softly, restrained his heroic spirit, and continued towards the north of Bailian City in a gentle manner. travel.
Qingyun was born extremely handsome, and after his appearance was reshaped by Qilin Blazing Flame, he became even more handsome as a man should be. Now he is carrying a long sword again, and he has the charm of the old days when Yi Qing traveled to the end of the world with his sword.
Apart from his plain clothes, his temperament is no less than that of the geniuses of the so-called first-class sects.
After more than ten days of traveling, Qingyun arrived at a town that was slightly larger than Bailian City.
He has lived a relatively peaceful life in the past ten days or so. This is mainly because he has always adhered to the principle of being humble and low-key. Not to mention the seniors above the Hundred Meridians Realm, even if he is his peer, he will not use force to overwhelm others, so this time he The journey was very smooth.
After asking Qingyun for a while, he found out that this city, which was even grander than Bailian City, was Haiyou City, one of the three main cities of Haiyou Sword Sect, and the root of the sect.
After paying the spiritual stones and simple registration, Qingyun entered the city without any major restrictions, but this time he really came here wandering around.
Cultivation is the process of getting rid of the false and retaining the true. Your realm has just been improved. Excessive pursuit of success will only hinder your success.
So the aimless Qingyun found a restaurant in Haiyou City and planned to order some side dishes for fun.
As the saying goes, a person relies on his clothes, and no matter how handsome he is, the clothes he wears are only slightly better than those of ordinary people. There is not much difference.
Bailian City is rich in silk. After processing, it can be made into defensive clothing for monks to wear. However, Qingyun was still reluctant to spend money on food and clothing. He only bought a few fitting green shirts in the city and put them in the treasure bag. Just throw it away and it will be done hastily.
No, after coming to the restaurant for a long time, Qingyun had never seen the busy second brother again, except when the waiter greeted him twice and asked him to find a seat and sit down by himself.
Fortunately, it was still early, and he was not the kind of person to care. He simply chose a seat by the window and sat down, admiring the lively scenery of Haiyou City.
After a while, the waiter who had greeted him before finally slapped his forehead and ran towards Qingyun's direction, smiling apologetically and saying:
"Young Master, I'm really sorry. I was really busy and neglected you just now. I'm here to apologize to you."
This little Erling's cultivation in the early stage of Yinjing Realm is naturally the lowest level monk in Haiyou City. He is not much different from ordinary people. They are all poor people who are running around for life.
Qingyun first smiled softly and thanked the younger brother for his hard work, then ordered a few vegetarian dishes and a pot of medium-priced spiritual wine, and then quietly rewarded him with a low-grade spiritual stone in the grateful eyes of the other party.
He has seen a lot of the sufferings of low-level monks, including himself. Why is he not an ant in the eyes of others?
Therefore, with empathy, Qingyun naturally would not embarrass this young boy who was only a few years older than him.
I don't know whether it was because of the ease of making vegetarian dishes or because of the gift of the spiritual stone, but the waiter brought the food and wine very quickly and quickly this time, along with a dozen free flatterers.
Although the vegetarian food is not as fresh as the wild vegetables in the mountains and forests, and the restaurant cannot compare with the exquisiteness and luxury in the pavilion, it is still delicious if you taste it briefly.
Qingyun is used to being a lonely child, so he is really indifferent to food and drink. The most important thing is that his cultivation level has improved to a small level, which is when he is proud.
After filling a glass of spiritual wine for himself and taking a sip, the young man couldn't help but thought to himself:
"This is the second time I have tasted wine. If I can have someone to drink with me in the future, it will be a great blessing in life."
After drinking it all, letting the hot nectar burn his taste buds and spleen and stomach, and then dispersing into spiritual energy and entering his meridians, Qingyun seemed to have returned to the time when he was laughing and chatting with Yao Mengxun and Lei Jiang.
After drinking a few more drinks, the number of people in the small restaurant gradually increased, so Qingyun, who had great senses, began to smile and listen to the stories of people coming and going.
To put it bluntly, monks are human beings who have great power and long lifespans. Their long lives are enough for them to witness all kinds of strange things.
There is a new breed of strange beast in Zhangjiacun, there are demons running rampant in Lijiatun, and there are young monks from some sect who are caught eloping with the opposite sex of the devil.
Qingyun only felt that such a market place was exactly the same as the mortal world. Everyone's cultivation was not high, so it was easy to talk together, and the sense of intimacy increased sharply.
I wonder if those high-level monks are like everyone else, or if they just like to sit alone in high-end halls like pavilions and talk about the sound of the avenue away from the hustle and bustle.
As he listened, the chatting content of a table of monks not far away gradually aroused his interest, and Qingyun was very surprised. He only heard one of the thin men wearing a bamboo hat talking while eating vegetables. :
"Old Huang, you don't know that Qingxutian has been having a lot of headaches about this matter recently!"
The man called Lao Huang was also a man in a bamboo hat. Judging from the accent, they seemed to come from the same place. After drinking a bowl of wine, he whispered back:
"What the hell, is there any secret in this?"
The thin man smiled when he heard this, and seemed not to be shy about his position as the leader of Qingxu Tianzheng Dao. He opened his mouth and replied:
"That's what my cousin told me personally when he returned home a few days ago after spending a long time in Tianwei City. He said that many casual cultivators had come to the city recently, and they all criticized Qingxu Tian's disciples for using their power to bully others and even attack without reason. From time to time, people come to the city to seek justice and complain!"
Old Huang laughed with some disdain and mocked:
"Not just Qingxutian, how many of the so-called famous disciples are not like this?"
The thin man smiled lightly after hearing this, and then said:
"That's true, but if it was really done by people from Qingxu Tianmen, then some things would be too much."
"What?"
"Listen to what my cousin said. Previously, there was a casual cultivator from near Yaoguang City in Yuezhou. Her name was Grandma Lihua. She also made a fuss and asked Tianyi Guard for justice. She said that his Taoist companion was targeted by Qingxu Five Sons. Killed by Dan Lin, the youngest genius."
Hearing this, Lao Huang put down the wine glass in his hand and asked doubtfully:
"Dan Lin? It's impossible, right? How can he have such free time to come to Yuezhou to cause trouble?"
The thin man spread his hands, shook his head and said:
"How did I know? Tianweicheng usually can't control these young geniuses, so they just beat them up and make peace with them. But guess what happened next?"
"What?"
"Grandma Lihua died outside Tianwei City within a few days! Ha! She was also a master of Yuan Hua Realm after all. She was silenced outside Tianwei City just after she filed the complaint. Do you think this is true? Isn’t that a slap in the face too?”
At this point, Lao Huang seemed to hear something was wrong, and he frowned and asked:
"Could it be Qingxu Tiantang's hand? Isn't this too disrespectful to Su Zun?"
A glint flashed in the thin man's eyes, and he gloated:
"We don't know who succeeded, and we don't have the right to say, but according to what my cousin said, Dan Lin seemed to be really in our Yuezhou territory at that time, and Qing Xutian was also very secretive about this and refused to provide information about Dan Lin. Itinerary. I heard that Su Zun has put pressure on Qingxu Tian in the Tianwei Alliance again. As the saying goes, you can’t hit someone without hitting the face. Tsk, it seems that Qingxu Tian will suffer a big loss this time!"
Immediately, the two clinked glasses and stopped talking, and then chatted about other insignificant topics while drinking.
Qingyun's face by the window remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but think about it in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something fishy about what the two said, and he thought to himself:
"I said that Granny Lihua sounded so familiar. It turned out to be the Taoist companion and master of the dead ghost Qi Fei. It seems that the people who did it were probably the same group of people I met at Nomu's old Taoist house."
Just thinking about this, he couldn't help but think deeper:
"From this point of view, does the purpose of this group of people want to use the help of Tianwei City to get rid of Dan Lin? Or does it want to weaken Qingxutian's strength? But listening to the meaning of those two people, it seems that Tianwei City seems to have nothing to do on weekdays. Such power, you have to find an opportunity to inquire about it."
PS: I feel like my hair is getting less and less~＿|￣|●
