"Senior, my condolences. After Chen left, the Chen family fell into decline. Not long after, his wife Quan also died due to overwork. And when Chen Defu first started his career, he relied on Quan's natal family. Therefore, after the Chen family had no heirs, most of the family wealth was divided among the whole family."
"Then what happened to Chen Quan'er?"
Qingyun quickly asked.
"Chen Quan'er is also an infatuated woman. She has been waiting for her cousin to come back to find her. After her family was completely ruined, she was fortunate enough to be taken in by senior Wang Qingquan's Taoist monk, so she became a maid in the palace. She can be regarded as a maid. A place to stay, after all, she has a daughter to raise.”
After listening to the story of the city guarding monk, Qingyun could not find any other adjective to describe his current mood except the word "sigh".
If you say you don't hate Chen Quan'er, that would be hypocrisy.
But it was Miss Chen's slap that shattered the last bit of dependence and fantasy in Qingyun's heart, and allowed him to bid farewell to his past self.
But Lao Chen has always been very kind to him. Regardless of his purpose and other things, at least those cares are genuine.
Now that you have achieved a small level of cultivation, it is appropriate to come back and give you some money. However, as time goes by, no one knows whether the next moment will bring you joy or sorrow.
Not to mention that more than ten years have passed since Qingyun left and returned.
"Calculating the years, Chen Quan'er is probably in her late thirties now."
After sending a few low-grade spiritual stones to the city-defending monk again, Qingyun frowned and returned to Lao Shitou's side, muttering to himself.
One of them had become an old lady, but he still looked like a young man when he returned. This strange contrast made Qingyun feel quite uncomfortable.
"What a fuss."
Lao Shitou glanced at him and said calmly.
After the city guarding monk reluctantly said goodbye, Qingyun's mood became a little bad, so he didn't ask for directions and tried to slowly find traces of Chen's house through vague memories.
Lao Shitou was surprisingly silent and just followed him silently.
After walking for less than a quarter of an hour, it turned out that just as the monks who guarded the city said, the Chen Mansion had already changed its name, and the long-lasting faint medicinal fragrance that originally lingered around the courtyard was no longer there.
"Blessings come from misfortunes, misfortunes come from blessings. The longer you live, the more you see these things, so there is nothing to sympathize with."
Old Shitou's words were still very calm, but the young man who was in a bad mood was very harsh when he heard it, and he directly replied:
"Sorry, I didn't live long and didn't see much, so I'm not numb or cold-blooded yet."
"Hmph! Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"
"I'm going to pay a visit to Wang Qingquan's house, and I'd like to ask if I can borrow the teleportation array. Will you go?"
"Not going."
After leaving these two words, Lao Shitou turned around and walked away, as if he was angered by Qingyun's words just now.
"Tch, I'm not very capable, but my temper is not bad."
The young man's ridicule almost made him stumble to the ground.
The bumpkin sparrow back then turned into a phoenix, so Qianzhong City is not a city of abundance in the eyes of today's young master, not very grand.
Chen Defu's house changed owners, but Wang Qingquan's house would not move at all, so he didn't care where Lao Shitou wandered, and after a while he arrived in front of the local snake's house.
The palace seemed to be as shabby as it had been for decades. The maroon wooden door was even more shabby than before. There was no animal-faced door knocker, so he had to knock on the heavy door gently.
With a creaking sound, the shadows reflected in the pupils overlapped slightly.
Pink short coat, red face, but Qingyun knew in his heart that this could not be the new willow cut in February, and he was no longer the young man driving the carriage.
"This little brother, who are you looking for?"
"Girl, may I ask Wang Qingquan if Senior Wang is in the house?"
Qingyun's voice was clear, his eyes were gentle, and his appearance was so handsome and handsome. His fist-clenching salute instantly made the girl who opened the door blush. However, when she heard the word "Senior" being called, she immediately covered her mouth in shock. Call.
Because she is in the palace, the little girl knows very well what the title "senior" means.
"Exalted Immortal, wait a minute, I'll go report it right away!"
Looking at the little girl's stumbling back, Qingyun shook his head and laughed, feeling even more sad in his heart.
"I thought I was just a servant of the Chen family back then, but now I am called an immortal. The word fate is really amazing."
As soon as Qingyun's thought was extinguished, his powerful five senses told him that a Yuanhua Realm monk with a similar cultivation level to him was coming towards this direction.
"Is she Wang Qingquan's wife?"
He secretly guessed, because it was said that Wang Qingquan had already stepped into the wind-controlling realm with half of his feet.
As expected, the person who came was a young female nun who looked about thirty years old and had a slightly playful face.
"I've met this fellow Taoist."
When the female cultivator saw Qingyun, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Having lived in Qianzhong City for a long time, she has not seen Qingyun and others like dragon and phoenix in a long time.
"Ma'am, you are polite."
The young master did not greet him as a peer, but called his wife, which made the female cultivator slightly raise her slender eyebrows but did not reply.
"I am Qingyun, a person from Qianzhong City. I have been traveling abroad for a long time. Now I am back to visit my hometown. I came here to pay my respects."
Listening to the young master's concise introduction, the female cultivator first showed a faint smile on her face, and then she was suddenly stunned and blurted out:
"What did you say your name was?"
"Uh, I'm Qingyun."
"Qingyun, Qingyun..."
Chewing these two words repeatedly in his mouth, and looking at the young man up and down for a long time, Mr. Wang instantly suppressed all the smiles on his face, as if a thunderstorm suddenly flashed in the clear sky, and Qingyun was confused. .
"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Qingyun. I'm sorry. I'm so disrespectful. We live in a remote and poor country. How can we have the leisure to go back to our hometown to visit our relatives?"
My keen intuition allowed me to immediately detect the hostility of the other party, oh no, it should be said that I hate him, so I felt even more strange:
"Why did this woman fall out so easily? When did I offend her?"
But even though he thought so in his heart, he still said very politely:
"I don't dare. I know that the moon is not sleeping yet, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs. In the heart of a wanderer, I always miss my home."
"Haha, I didn't expect that there would be monks in this world who are as full of nostalgia for their hometown as you!"
Also unsure whether it was sarcasm or sarcasm, Wang curled her lips and said again:
"It's cold outside. Fellow Taoist, please come back if you have nothing else to do."
After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave. Upon seeing this, Qingyun quickly said bluntly:
"Ma'am, stay."
"You can just borrow the teleportation array. Since I'm not here, no one can use it. Is there anything else?"
What Wang said was not what Qingyun had expected. After all, the monks guarding the city also mentioned that Wang Qingquan was not in the mansion. He sighed secretly in his heart, and he finally expressed his previous thoughts:
"Mrs. Wang, to be honest, I was originally a servant of Chen Defu's house in the city. Later, by chance, I embarked on the path of spiritual practice. However, Mr. Chen did take care of me when I was young at that time."
"oh?"
After shaking her silk robe, Mrs. Wang was confused, and Qingyun quickly explained:
"I couldn't bear to hear what happened to him when I came back now. I also heard that you had mercifully taken in Chen Quan'er and his daughter, so I wanted to ask you for a favor to redeem their lives. Qingyun is very grateful!"
After saying that, he ignored Wang's reaction and bowed down directly. Then he added:
"As for my identity, you can ask Yangliu in your mansion for confirmation. However, after many years, my appearance has also changed. I'm afraid she has forgotten me."
Qingyun couldn't see Wang's expression, but heard the long sigh.
"Hey~"
After waiting for a while, Wang's attitude finally softened, and his tone became more complicated:
"I'm afraid Taoist friend Qingyun is not yet thirty years old, right?"
The young man was surprised when he heard this:
"How would Madam know?"
"I started practicing in my teens and reached the Yuan Hua realm at the age of thirty. This talent is really a great loss to Qingxu Tian."
Speaking of this, Qingyun's pupils suddenly shrank. Not many people knew his true identity. How did the Wang family learn about it?
"Forget it, I just said it's cold outside, let's come in and talk about it."
She seemed to be particularly unwilling to talk to Qingyun. After speaking, she turned around and left him alone outside the door.
The young master thought for a while, thinking that since Wang Qingquan was not here, a woman with similar cultivation to him could not trap him at all, so he simply strode into the courtyard.
He had been to the palace before and knew that the courtyard was actually not big, so he followed the other party and walked a few steps to the central hall.
Sitting down and serving tea, all actions are immersed in silence, and all depression is born in silence.
The Immortal True Spirit has given Qingyun a more powerful sense than when he was in the Hundred Meridians Realm. This sense has penetrated into every inch of his skin, so he is clearly aware of even the subtle changes in the surrounding temperature.
"She actually resents me!"
The young man found Wang's change of mood very ridiculous.
"Fellow Taoist, please try it. This is the tea I planted myself."
“Good tea.”
Qingyun is a country bumpkin. Although he drank a lot of wine, not many rich people are willing to buy spiritual tea, so he can only pretend to squeeze out these two nutritious words.
"Well, it is indeed good tea, because the tea leaves were picked by Chen Quan'er and her daughter themselves."
After hearing this, Qingyun almost spit out the tea in his mouth and asked:
"Uh... So, mother and daughter are indeed at home?"
"Fellow Taoist, why do you care so much about their mother and daughter? Is it possible that you still miss Miss Chen from back then?"
"Hey, madam, you are really joking. Chen Defu and I have a debt of gratitude. I just want to repay the debt."
"Love, too. It's not like we meet each other by chance."
"Madam, although Qingyun is a Yuanhua cultivator, he is still a junior in terms of age and seniority. If you have something to say, you may wish to speak directly without beating around the bush."
Hearing that Mr. Wang always seemed to be targeting something intentionally or unintentionally, the young master simply spoke out.
Staring at Qingyun's warm, watery eyes for a long time, she finally sighed again, smiled bitterly and shook her head silently. After a long time, she finally said:
"You said you traveled far away when you were young, and your hometown is unforgettable. But don't you know that it is difficult to convey hatred through words, and willows always encourage spring."
