"Well, this is my mother's relic."
Although this old boy was very unhappy, Qingyun still answered honestly.
"Why did you engrave such a precious thing on it and give it to a lowly half-demon?"
Hearing these words, the muscles on the man's face twitched again, and his voice seemed to be a little sulky, and a touch of spiritual power suppressed the flames.
Similarly, Qingyun felt even more unhappy when he heard these words, and responded unceremoniously:
"Juniors only know that those who treat others sincerely are noble, and those who bully and humiliate others are base."
"presumptuous!"
The bonfire was finally extinguished by the man's soft drink, but Qingyun was not afraid of the other party's sharp eyes at all. The two just looked at each other for a long time, as if tit for tat.
But what's interesting is that it was this middle-aged man who was defeated first. He turned his head away first, then nodded his finger and rekindled the flame.
"You called me an old thief, and that little fox called me a bastard. This is the first time in my life that I have been insulted like this by two children."
Letting the bonfire burn randomly, the man laughed at himself, as if he had found a step for himself.
"Even the unsophisticated Zou Yanwen has never shown off like you. You deserve to be scolded."
Curling his lips, Qingyun thought to himself, then carefully wiped the wind chime clean, and then solemnly put it away.
"Well, I shouldn't call you old... um, I'll give you some trouble, junior."
In fact, the young man was still a little aggrieved. After all, although this old guy didn't seem to have any ill intentions, he hit him hard when he came up. He had to apologize for being beaten. No one would be happy.
Unexpectedly, people are bound to be stronger. Facing the monks in the Concentration Realm, he has to endure it even if he is angry.
"Well, I finally look like a junior. Here, go on."
Pointing their fingers together, it turned out to be a seemingly ordinary pill.
"Senior, what is this?"
"A healing elixir, and I will make amends for you."
I don't know if it's his own misunderstanding, but Qingyun always feels that the other party has never been willing to face him.
"I don't dare. Senior said something harsh."
He did not expect that such a master would bow to him, but despite this, Qingyun still did not take the elixir directly, and the middle-aged man did not introduce or urge him.
At this time, the young master finally realized that he was too arbitrary, because the old thief did not say what to do with Alian at all, and the word "trophy" did not mean that he would definitely kill her, so he scratched his head in embarrassment. Scratching his head, he asked tentatively:
"Senior, Alian..."
"The disobedient little girl was naturally spanked by me, and then I made her kneel down to admit her mistake. I also took some gadgets from her as an apology."
"Oh, then I would also like to thank you, senior, for your mercy on Alian's behalf."
Even though he disliked this old boy, for some reason, Qingyun felt that this man would not lie, so since the other party said this, it was clear that Alian was fine.
But he said it easily, but the young master also knew very well that if he wanted Alian to kneel down and admit his mistake, the sun would have to rise in the west.
"Well, take a seat. I've been to Yirenshan for a long time, and you're still the first person I've met."
"Oh? Why did senior come here?"
Qingyun naturally did not dare to sit down, but as the atmosphere between the two became more relaxed, he also moved his muscles and bones, because he still suffered some minor injuries from the battle just now.
"This place is rich in aura, so of course I practice here."
"This is my home, young master. Are you practicing in my home?"
Qingyun was full of slander. Before he could say anything, the man continued:
"I saw you coming out of the barrier. Why, is that your home?"
Qingyun knew that this was an unavoidable topic, and that the other party might really be living in seclusion here to practice. He sighed secretly, Qingyun finally nodded, but rolled his eyes and lied casually:
"There is a barrier here? How could I not know?"
"Well, I tried. There is a barrier outside the house, and ordinary people can't enter."
"Oh, that's right. My parents and I have always lived here. After they passed away, I went down the mountain alone to explore."
After saying this, the young man quietly looked at the other person's expression and heard the man calmly say:
"I see."
When Qingyun heard this, he called him lucky, thinking that this person might have really just come here.
Fortunately, he had the wisdom to cross out the names on his parents' tombstones. Otherwise, with his cultivation and experience in the Concentration Realm, he would not have failed to recognize his parents' names.
"What's your name?"
At this time, the middle-aged man took a long breath, stopped staring at the fire, and asked in a voice as light as a feather.
"Junior Qingyun, dare I ask senior Gao's name?"
"Qing...yun...really? It's a good name. Well, my surname is Shi. My friends call me Lao Shitou."
"You are really an old stone, smelly and hard."
The young man slandered again. Of course, he always treats strong people with respect, even if they are just strangers.
"I've met Senior Shi."
"Okay, okay, okay, sit down quickly."
A smile broke out on Lao Shitou's face, and he stretched out his hand to greet Qingyun to sit down quickly.
"Then this junior will be disrespectful."
The young master is not a coy person either. After holding his fists, the two of them sat on the ground around the campfire without the tension during the day. It was very magical.
After getting closer, Qingyun discovered that the middle-aged man actually did not look very old. He might not be handsome, but he had the calmness and gravity that a mature man should have.
He thought for a while, then took out some dried fruits and wine from the treasure bag and handed them to Old Shitou, smiling:
"Senior, we don't know each other even if we don't fight, how about we have a drink?"
"Hmph, how old are you when you start learning how to drink?"
Old Shitou was stunned and pretended to be angry.
"Uh, let me tell you, senior, I have the cultivation level of Yuan Hua Realm, why don't I just drink wine? Do you think this mundane wine is not as flavorful as spiritual wine?"
Qingyun's words immediately blocked him, and then he shook his head helplessly:
"Forget me for talking too much, by the way, Qingyun, how old are you this year?"
He didn't care whether the other party drank or not. After the young man filled the cup for him, he raised his head and drank, and then said casually:
"Well, I look young, but I guess I'm almost thirty!"
"Well, at the age of thirty, he has cultivated to the first level of Yuan Hua Realm. He is also a first-rate young talent among the three three days and four sects. Hey, I say, drink slowly, kid!"
Following Yao Pofeng's example, he wiped his mouth with his sleeves. Qingyun chuckled twice and boasted:
"That's right, young master, I, ahem, junior, I was born as a casual cultivator, am I able to achieve what I have achieved today?"
Although Qingyun would not be too intoxicated after just two sips, there would be people chatting with him after the wine, which would inevitably make him a little bloated.
However, he did not notice that the expression on Lao Shitou's face began to become a little unnatural, even a little sad.
"At first glance, I thought you were a disciple of Qingxu Tian. What, Changchun Gong was taught to you by your parents?"
After taking a steady look at the handsome young man in front of him, Lao Shitou stopped being polite and drained the wine in the glass in one gulp. His movements were also very heroic, but his voice became lower.
"No, my parents are mortals. I learned these by chance after I came down from the mountain."
Qingyun has naturally always been very cautious about his life experience, and it is impossible for him to tell the truth to Lao Shitou and continue to lie.
Old Shitou nodded noncommittally when he heard the words, and then pointed out another spiritual light, and the bonfire that was about to go out suddenly ignited.
"Seniors in the Concentration Realm are magnificent. I say Mr. Shi, just add some firewood and fiddle with it a few more times. Why do you have to waste your spiritual power?"
"I asked you, why do you always have trouble with me?"
"Huh? Senior, this is the simplest common sense. You don't even know this, right?"
"Uh...I've been living without food for a long time, and why do I need to do such fireworks myself?"
"Yes, yes, you are rich, so why don't I go pick up some dry firewood?"
After pouring another sip into his mouth, Qingyun turned over and jumped up, moving like a rabbit, and easily picked up a lot of dry firewood in the familiar forest.
When he came back, he had a plump hare in his hand.
"Old Shi, we have wine but no food. How about I come cook?"
When Old Shitou heard this, he shook his head:
"I don't like meat and fish, so you can eat it yourself."
"Hey, that's the same as me! I don't like meat and fish either."
After saying that, Qingyun gently stroked the hare's fur, and then released the poor little creature back into the mountains.
"You young monk, some meat and fish is good for your body, why don't you eat it?"
"I follow my mother, but she won't eat it either."
Qingyun grinned and sat back down. However, after this conversation, even with the light of the fire, Old Shitou's eyes were surprisingly dark.
As Qingyun began to add firewood, he suddenly said:
"I checked for you when you were unconscious and found that there was a strange purple energy in your Dantian that could block my consciousness, and the swordsmanship you used during the day also had an ancient aura."
These words almost made Qingyun furious, he thought obediently, the high-level monk's spiritual consciousness is really powerful, he can't hide in front of the opponent. Just when he was about to fight, Old Shitou continued:
"Why are you so nervous? I won't do that kind of thing of killing people and stealing goods. Besides, what good things can you, a junior, do?"
"Ha...haha, senior is joking."
"Well, that elixir is the holy healing medicine in my sect. After taking it, it can help you heal the hidden wounds in your body."
"Secret injury?"
Qingyun was stunned and thought, how could I be hurt secretly?
"Actually, it's not accurate to call it a hidden injury, because this is a common problem among young monks like you who came from the Thirty-three Realms."
"Oh? Senior, how did you know..."
"What were you talking about when you first woke up? Am I deaf?"
"Mad, can't you speak properly?"
Qingyun cursed in his heart, while Old Shitou continued to explain:
"Look, the ancient spiritual energy in the thirty-three realms is not exactly the same as that of Kyushu. It may be suitable for cultivation, but it is too much. In the end, the spiritual energy in the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice is so rich that it has become poisonous. Do you think it will be possible? Disadvantages?"
"Oh, that makes sense. That's what senior said."
The young man thought about it, took a bite of the wild fruit and nodded.
"Well, the sect monks have the sect to cut off their hair and cleanse their marrow and eliminate hidden dangers. The casual cultivators will not have such a good life. Eat them quickly."
"Uh, no need, senior, I think..."
"What do you think?"
He wanted to say that I feel very good now, and who knows if your "spiritual pill" is poisonous, but when he stared at Lao Shitou's square face, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and swallow it.
