Qingyun is a good old man, but he is not a fool. He will naturally help if he can, but only to those who really need help, or those who have no intention of harming him.
He is not cold-blooded enough to stand by and watch people in trouble. This is what Xiao Qi often says she can't understand about him.
It was clear that the owl had no mercy at all when he beheaded the injured animal, but he was extremely compassionate towards the injured animals and ate very little meat. I really don’t know if this silly boy had wisdom or just a lot of stupidity in his head.
At that time, Qingyun used a saying that has been quite popular in the world of cultivation recently:
"The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose".
Taking a closer look, the dead monk looked young, only around twenty, but his appearance was very miserable.
Not only was he unkempt, but he also had a bruised nose, a swollen face, and several of his teeth had been knocked out. He was also dressed "extremely luxurious."
A golden gourd with a hole missing, an emerald pendant full of cracks, a half-burned mink fur armor, a treasure bag with a cracked opening at the waist, all kinds of "exotic treasures" It has everything.
Of course, they are all bad trash. It is enough to see that before he was injured, he was probably very flamboyant. However, from the face that was beaten like a pig's head, it can be vaguely seen that the young man's appearance should be quite handsome. .
Before being beaten by Fatty.
"Senior, is there anything I can help you with?"
Although his aura is weak, his realm cannot be seen clearly, so the answer is obvious. At least he is a monk in the Hundred Meridians Realm.
And Qingyun knew that some talented geniuses might be able to reach the top of the lower third level in just a few decades, such as Yao Mengxun, who reached the Yuan Hua realm in his teens.
There are also monks like Bai Zhizheng who have stayed in the Yuanhua Realm for more than a hundred years, so he does not dare to judge people by their appearance. He will not look down on them because of their downfall. He still holds his fists and bows in salute.
It seemed that the man's attitude was humble, and the young man was even more satisfied. He said loudly:
"Junior, seeing that your background as a casual cultivator is quite difficult, would you like me, senior, to give you some luck?"
Qingyun was stunned when he heard this, but then he was relieved. He finally had a fierce battle with several waves of monks a few days ago, and the robe of Haiyou Sword Sect was torn. He habitually put on the green shirt he bought in Bailian City before. .
The green shirt is just a piece of ordinary fabric, and its quality is incomparable to that worn by the disciples of the sect. Qiangu probably thinks that he is a casual cultivator because of his simple clothes.
"don't want."
Qingyun shook his head without thinking. He would save people as he pleased. If he couldn't save them, that would be his fate. As for any good fortune, he didn't dare to ask for it.
"Hey, I asked you, why don't you get enlightened? I want to give you a fortune, but you don't want it?"
Seeing Qingyun refuse without thinking, the young man suddenly felt that he had lost his face. Just when he wanted to get up and scold him, the wound on his body was affected, and he couldn't help but grin again.
Qingyun smiled helplessly and said to himself:
"As you are now, you may not be as rich as me."
But he didn't say it directly:
"Senior, you'd better be careful, don't let the wound open again."
He also didn't understand what kind of outrageous thing this young man had done. Although it seemed that the injuries he suffered were only external injuries that were not fatal, he was beaten until he had no skin left on his body, and his appearance was extremely ugly.
"How much hatred is there?"
Qingyun was filled with dissatisfaction.
Seeing that Bi Qingyun still looked indifferent, the young man suddenly became angry and shouted:
"Damn it, how dare you, a junior in the Lingyin realm, laugh at me. Believe it or not, Master, I will break your legs?"
As he talked, this person was really ready to take action. Qingyun looked at him and was speechless again, thinking:
"Who is laughing at you? If you don't take good care of your injuries, you will fight with others if you disagree with me? You're still like this, young master, you really deserve to be beaten."
But seeing the pitiful appearance of the other party, Qingyun sighed in his heart:
"Hey, I think it's unlucky for me today, so I'll help you, 'young master', once."
Without saying a word, Qingyun's figure flashed and landed lightly beside the young man before he could take action.
In his disbelieving eyes, he saw that Qingyun easily grabbed his neck, preventing him from moving, and then carefully checked his injuries.
After feeling Qingyun carefully for a while, he realized that the young man's cultivation was indeed extraordinary, and he was actually a strong man in the Yuanhua Realm!
But the injuries he suffered were very strange. Although all the major organs were not damaged, the meridians were extremely blocked, as if they were streams blocked by boulders, and the speed of spiritual power was extremely slow, even worse than his own.
However, it stands to reason that the purpose of the Yuanhua Realm is to condense the afterbirth of the Yuanshen one by one and solidify the soul into the Yuanshen, and the condensation of the afterbirth of the Yuanshen relies on the precious spiritual power flowing to the Divine Mansion within the hundreds of meridians.
Qingyun couldn't tell whether the boy's divine palace was damaged, but when he thought about it, if even the divine palace was injured, he would probably have died by now.
According to his guess, this person's major meridians were probably sealed by some secret method, so that although his realm still seemed to be at the Yuan Hua realm, his aura and strength dropped to the Hundred Meridians realm, as if someone had knocked him down by one level. Cultivation.
If this is true, the afterbirth of the soul cannot be nourished by the meridians, and the unformed soul within it will be like a fish in a dry lake. If things go on like this, the consequences will be disastrous.
While Qingyun was thinking about countermeasures, the "young master" was also sweating over his carelessness.
Although he fell into a deadlock and could only exert his strength at the early stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm, for a junior in the late stage of the Spiritual Yin Realm, he thought, was he still a piece of cake?
But just this small dish made him capsize in the gutter.
Seeing the solemn expression in Qingyun's eyes, the young man understood that Qingyun was probably checking his injuries, so he lowered his guard slightly and said to himself:
"If he really had evil intentions, I'm afraid I would be dead by now. It's really a fluke."
However, Qingyun checked for a long time but had no clue. In the end, he had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, loosen his fingers from around the young man's neck, then stepped aside and saluted:
"I have no choice but to forgive you, senior. However, I am really helpless to deal with your injuries."
The young man observed that Qingyun's advances and retreats were measured and his behavior was polite, so he lost most of his resentment. He also knew that what the other party said was right. If he could cure this injury, he would really be like a ghost.
"Hey, don't scream like senior. Young master, I am a phoenix in trouble now, not as good as a chicken. Just now you wanted to take my life and I was already dead. Forget about it. My name is Yao Pofeng. What about you?"
"Okay, you're welcome then. My name is Qingyun. Why don't I call you Brother Feng?"
When Qingyun saw that the young man had a childlike look on his eyebrows and his words were easy-going and informal, he was not as wary as he had been when he first met Bai Zhizheng, so he asked the senior Yuan Hua realm to call him Brother Feng.
Even Qingyun himself doesn't know why he gets close to Yao Pofeng so easily. Maybe it's because he has the same surname as the beautiful figure in his heart.
But if he knew the true identity of Yao Pofeng, he might not be able to say Brother Feng for a while.
Yes, Yao Pofeng is one of the giants of the Demon Sect today. He is the second son of the leader of the Demon Sect, Yao Shengtian, and the second brother of Yao Mengxun. He is also the two Yuanhua Realm leaders of the Demon Sect Yao family’s experience in this small secret realm. One of the monks!
Of course, it was the second generation ancestor that Han Yu and Han Xingmiao talked about, a rogue.
Yao Pofeng also found this handsome boy quite pleasing to his eye, at least he was much better than the late bastards around him.
I saw him struggling to move his upper body, which was leaning on the big stone, to sit up, and then he smiled helplessly at Qingyun, but his handsome face had been beaten into shape, so the smile was uglier than crying. .
At this time, Qingyun discovered that Yao Pofeng's legs seemed to have been interrupted, and he couldn't help but said:
"Brother Feng, what are your legs?"
"Made, he was injured by a group of bastards. Fortunately, he was not broken, but his muscles and bones were also injured."
"Brother Feng, forgive me for talking too much. With your Yuan Hua realm, who can beat you like this?"
Qingyun asked curiously.
"Forget it, that bastard's cultivation level is no better than mine, but he got a treasure from somewhere, which concealed the spiritual power of his elders, so he restrained me and punched me, obviously with the intention of humiliating me. I."
Yao Pofeng spat viciously, his anger already making him forget the pain of the wound:
"Damn it, no one dares to hit me like this except my father."
"I see."
Qingyun nodded clearly. After all, in the small secret realm, the Yuanhua Realm monk was already standing on the top of the pyramid. It may not be difficult to kill a Yuanhua Realm monk, but it is not easy to capture and humiliate him.
After saying that, Yao Pofeng looked at Qingyun's frown and smiled sheepishly, and said as if it was difficult to say:
"What, brother, let me tell you the truth. In fact, I wanted to rob you just now. Mainly, this... this... look at me now. I don't even have a fart. That... that..."
After saying that, Yao Pofeng lifted up only half of his burned leather jacket, revealing his snow-white belly.
It turned out that the treasure bag still hanging on his belt had been damaged a long time ago. It is conceivable that the contents inside were either robbed by others or turned into powder by the turbulent space flow caused by the formation.
"Haha, this guy must be hungry!"
Qingyun was speechless looking at Yao Pofeng who looked like a naughty rogue. Although the Yuan Hua realm monk had been able to live without food for a long time, he was seriously injured and had no supplies, and his own spiritual power was blocked and sluggish. It was strange that he was not hungry!
It's just that Yao Pofeng had nakedly said in front of him that he wanted to rob, but now he was winking and begging for food. Is this really okay...
However, Qingyun did not point it out directly, but asked with a smile:
"Brother Feng, what about the blessing you promised me?"
Seeing this kid teasing him like this, Second Young Master Yao suddenly stood up in embarrassment and scratched his head and didn't know what to say. Qingyun grinned when he saw this, took out some dry food and water from the treasure bag and handed it to him.
Although this young man named Yao Pofeng is a bit rogue, Qingyun can see that he is not a bad person. He is even a bit like Liu Lingling, who he just separated from recently. In some aspects, he is very naive.
