Old Shitou's movements were undoubtedly a powerful boost in the eyes of the young apprentice. He finally swept away the long-standing depression and shouted:
"Master! Why can't I say it? Didn't you hear it on the front line? The demon clan communicated with Tianweicheng more than once, accusing our human race of deliberate provocation. Su Zun also warned and pressured Qingxu Tian again and again, but what was the result? Isn’t this in exchange for intensified aggression and massacre? I admit that some of us do just want to beat the autumn wind, but without Qingxu Tian’s fueling the flames, how could the two tribes be so at odds?!”
The disciple's words shocked the master into a cold sweat, because in his eyes, this high-level monk was probably from Qingxutian.
But for some reason, Old Shitou was extremely calm after hearing this. He just whispered that he was right, and then slowly released his hand that was holding the other party, and took out a middle-grade spirit from the treasure bag. Shi handed it over.
"Thanks for letting me know."
After taking it, the Hundred Meridians Realm cultivator looked at the two of them with a happy face and clasped his fists. The big-mouthed young disciple was about to leave, but Qingyun thought about it and asked again:
"By the way, you just said you were summoned by Wang Qingquan instead of Qingxu Tian. Why is that?"
After pausing, the Master of the Hundred Meridians Realm showed a smile of admiration and admiration, but the young apprentice curled his lips and expressed resentment.
"Returning to this senior, Senior Wang resolutely gave up returning to the sect many years ago and instead continued to guard this place. He saved many monks and mortals, so his prestige is extremely high here."
"Well, I've also heard about his reputation."
"Yes, Senior Wang will get his own supply of spiritual stones from his master, and use it for free to help homeless cultivators, so we have all received his favor more or less. Now he is in need, and it's just By transporting some supplies, we are naturally willing to repay the favor."
When Old Shitou heard this, he also asked:
"Can you tell me who he ordered you to send supplies to? Well, if it's inconvenient, forget it."
"It's okay. Senior Danxing, the fifth son of Qingxu, was ordered to rush to the front line a few days ago, but he was ambushed on the way. Senior Wang and senior Danxing are from the same lineage, so they can't help but support each other. However, he has important matters to rush to elsewhere recently. , we accepted the call and took the initiative to deliver some elixir supplies for him."
"I see."
Qingyun nodded. After all, he had completed his assignment, and it was normal for them to be willing to reveal it.
"Okay, thank you both for letting me know!"
Surprisingly, Lao Shitou's attitude towards these two people was much more polite than towards Qingyun. It was probably the first time for them to see such a talkative master, so they couldn't help but nod and bow.
After watching the two of them go away, Qingyun curled his lips and joked at Old Shitou:
"Look, Mr. Shi, what I said is right. Now who do you think is the evil heretic?"
Old Shitou's eyes were deep and silent.
After traveling for several days, the two unemployed vagrants finally arrived outside the once "grand and majestic" Qianzhong City. In the eyes of a bumpkin back then.
During this period, I finally met a few blind bandits. The ones with the highest cultivation level had reached the fifth level of Yuanhua. Without using the power of the true spirit, Qingyun's fight was still very difficult, and it could even be said that it was almost impossible. Nearly killed.
Lao Shitou naturally stood back and watched leisurely. Except for him, he casually killed one person who wanted to make a sneak attack. The other three or four people were slowly killed by Qingyun's sword after sword.
In these days of getting along, he warned Qingyun more than once that the power of the swordsmanship obtained from ancient times is definitely far beyond anyone's imagination, so Qingyun should try not to use it as much as possible.
Even if you have to, you must kill all the enemies, otherwise if you encounter someone who knows the goods and the information is leaked by him, he will probably be unable to survive.
"They are all low-level monks. How can anyone know the truth? If I meet a master like you, I won't be able to run away in time!"
Qingyun said perfunctorily with a playful smile. While grateful for Lao Shitou's advice, a sense of trust also grew in his heart.
To his surprise, although Old Shitou warned the Heavenly Fantasy Swords in every possible way, he did not mention a word about using the Hidden Edge to absorb souls. This made him murmur again:
"That's not right. This old boy can even see through my karma-ridden situation. Why doesn't he know that I am absorbing the living soul?"
Of course, he was not stupid enough to ask Lao Shitou, what do you think of this?
It doesn't matter whether this old-fashioned old guy really can't see through or turns a blind eye. Anyway, Qingyun is happy. Otherwise, according to the other party's somewhat black and white character, he will definitely be defeated by him. .
After gazing at the lively scene inside the city gate, Qingyun couldn't help but sigh:
"Tsk, Qianzhong City is a bit more prosperous than when I came here more than ten years ago."
At first glance, the location of the streets and houses did not seem to have changed much. The soldiers guarding the city were still mortals, but the leader among them was a monk in the Hundred Meridians Realm.
In this corner of Qianzhong City, not to mention the Concentration Realm, there are not many monks in the Yuan Hua Realm. The two people with such strong spiritual light almost scared the leader of the monks into dementia.
Finally, after being reminded by the mortal soldiers who didn't know the truth, the leader of the monks tremblingly stepped forward, clasped his fists and asked.
The young master couldn't remember whether he met this person when he followed Uncle Chen into the city, but he still very politely handed over a jade identity card.
"Yuezhou, Haiyou Sword Sect, outer disciple, Qingyun."
At best, this cultivator of the Hundred Meridians Realm is a reclusive cultivator. At worst, he is just a country bumpkin. He cannot even recognize the Haiyou Sword Sect, which is thousands of miles away, or even the small sects near Qianzhong City. .
So he didn't know who Haiyou Sword Sect was at all, but the jade badge couldn't be faked, so he let the two of them go after a simple registration.
Old Shitou boasted that he was Qingyun's master, so the gatekeepers naturally didn't dare to ask more questions. After all, Wang Qingquan, the boss with the highest level of cultivation here, was only at the Concentration Realm.
Although he heard that he would be able to break through to Yufeng in the near future, the square-faced middle-aged man didn't seem to be someone to be trifled with. He didn't dare to offend these strong men. Anyway, Boss Wang would be there to hold him up if the sky fell.
After registering, the two people were about to move forward. Qingyun took a few steps but suddenly stopped, then turned around and asked the monk in charge:
"I dare to ask this big brother, does Mr. Chen Defu and Chen still live in the city?"
"who?"
The monk was stunned for a moment, then blurted out a question. Soon after he realized his gaffe, he quickly lowered his head to make amends:
"Senior, please forgive me, but I don't dare to take the word eldest brother seriously."
"It's okay, I'm asking Mr. Chen Defu."
"Chen Defu?"
"right."
This person thought for a long time, then he patted his forehead with a look of surprise on his face, and said with a wry smile:
"Hey, look at my memory. Who am my seniors talking about? It must have been ten years since Chen Defu died. I really didn't remember it when you suddenly mentioned it!"
"Dead? What happened? I remember Mr. Chen should be in his sixties now, right? He died ten years ago? Was there an accident?"
Qingyun also quickly asked.
Back then, he had left a bottle of elixir prepared by his father to nourish his vitality. With this bottle of elixir, he would be free from illness and disaster even when he was not just sixty but a hundred years old.
"Senior...you..."
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Chen and I are old acquaintances, and I'm here to visit him this time."
Qingyun explained with a smile, and while speaking, he threw a piece of low-grade spiritual stone of good quality to this person very naturally, and the head monk put it away with a smile, and the tension suddenly disappeared a lot, and sighed:
"Hey, to be honest with seniors, Chen Defu died of illness."
"Death of illness? You shouldn't. Do you know the details?"
"Well, in fact, Chen Defu's prestige among the mortals in Qianzhong City is quite high. Even the city lord or the leader of our garrison disciples, Senior Wang Qingquan, would sell him two or three pieces of noodles. It's no wonder that a pampered and domineering person was born here. daughter."
"Chen Quan'er?"
"Huh? I didn't expect that senior even knows Chen Quan'er. It seems that you and Mr. Chen are really close!"
Hearing from this guy's tone, he was probably familiar with the ins and outs of the matter, so he winked at Lao Shitou, and then took him to a remote place to inquire in detail.
"Could it be that Chen Quan'er killed Chen Defu?"
Qingyun asked straight to the point.
"Hey, of course not, oh no, this matter is more complicated, how should I put it..."
"Brother, please elaborate. The Chen family had some kindness to me back then. If I can within my ability, I am still willing to help."
Qingyun's handsome face and warm eyes are particularly easy to give people a sense of security and trust, so the monk has no doubt that he has something to say:
"Actually, this matter was not a small matter at the beginning. I heard that Chen Quan'er's cousin was a disciple of a large sect, and his cultivation level was hundreds of ways. And Chen Defu got a bottle of elixir from somewhere and was discovered by that person. But due to Lao Chen’s status in the city and his friendship with senior Wang Qingquan, that kid has never dared to openly rob him.”
"Did Chen Quan'er conspire with this person to kill his father?"
Qingyun was startled.
"That's not true, but I can't say for sure, because I heard that Chen Quan'er was deeply in love with the libertine. Although Lao Chen didn't agree with their marriage, the boy still hooked her up first, and then took advantage of the Chen family's absence. After Bei stole the elixir, he kicked Miss Chen back, which made Old Chen so angry that he was bedridden."
"I see, what happened next?"
"Later, Chen Quan'er became pregnant out of wedlock, and the Chen family became a big joke in the streets of the small town. Chen Defu was so angry that he finally fell ill and passed away not long after."
"Why."
Qingyun let out a long sigh. Although this result was unexpected, it was also reasonable.
The elixir of the year was originally intended to be used by Chen Defu to prolong his life. How could he imagine that a small man was innocent of the crime of harboring the jade. Instead, a small bottle of elixir sounded the death knell of old Chen's death, which made Qingyun's heart Very remorseful and uncomfortable.
