Qingyun thought to himself that he couldn't say how much he hated Wanguliu.
In other words, he was even quite grateful to the Wan family and his daughter, because even if they were trying to repay a favor, they would still be kind to others, and their indifference to being captured was understandable. Just two different things.
There was really no need for Gu Liu to sacrifice his family's peaceful life and face the powerful and enemies for him.
Nowadays, Qingyun has gradually stopped using the so-called good or bad to measure a person.
In his view, measurement itself is a comparison of values. Since the value is specified, there must be a choice, but many times the choice is between good and evil.
He was a little confused, but he could only find the truth step by step in his confusion.
He doesn't want to become the person he once hated. Perhaps it is this "hate" that allows him to persevere in his confusion without losing his original intention.
It was noon, the sun was blazing in the sky, and the temperature in the town was obviously much higher than in the mountains. Since the Wan family and his daughter had disappeared, Qingyun felt that he no longer had any nostalgia for this place.
Moreover, the Xuan Gong he had cultivated was no longer enough to further improve his realm, so he had to think of a way quickly, otherwise it would be really difficult to survive in this cruel world of cultivation.
Just like the Wan family father and daughter who left their hometown, mortals still have officials to uphold justice, but what about monks?
Of course, there are also monks, such as Xingtang or Gongshenfu, which are generally found in large sects, and Tianwei City, which although it cannot override the monks of Kyushu, actually restricts the behavior of the monks.
But whether these gentlemen in the yamen could uphold justice for himself or for a mountain cultivator like Wanguliu, Qingyun could only sneer in his heart.
He originally wanted to see if the spiritual stones he already had were enough to buy some magical elixirs or skill manuals, but Qingshui Town was too small. Even the Xuanji Pavilion with the most semicolons was not stationed, let alone others. , but in the end had to give up.
So Qingyun wandered aimlessly for a few times, bought a few sets of clothes and some daily necessities, and bought a lot of dry food. Then he found a teahouse and inquired about the location and surrounding conditions of Qingshui Town.
Qingshui Town is one of the dozens of towns attached to Yaoguang City, and it is the smallest one.
The only blessed land full of spiritual energy around the town is Wuhua Mountain, and lesser places such as Hidden Mist Valley. Because the mountains are too dangerous, many places are easy to get up but difficult to get down, so Qingyun gave up the idea of going to those places.
Wuhua Mountain is even more unsafe. Taoist Yemu was in a state of agitation after receiving the letter from his disciple. The spiritual platform is not yet known, so he will inevitably misjudge. With his poor acting skills, if he goes back this time, he may find out the clues, so it is better to drive carefully. It's good to get a ten thousand year ship.
So Qingyun simply changed his mind, left Qingshui Town and ventured outside, continuing his wandering career.
There is a saying that the edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
"It is still too dangerous to go back to Yaoguang City directly now. Although my appearance has changed, there is no guarantee that Zhuo Bufan will not recognize him. But if I don't go to the Immortal Sword Sect, where should I go? Without the skills to continue practicing, how can I Do you really need to find a sect to join? Hey."
While walking on the official road, Qingyun was thinking in his mind.
Before this adventure, Qingyun still considered for a long time before choosing to go on the official road.
Although Zhang Yang was a bit too showy, after all, his cultivation level was still low. If he met a monk in the mountains and forests, it would be bad for him to be killed by gangsters and steal the treasure.
Most of those who take the official path are mortals, so it is more convenient to hide them. Moreover, even if they encounter evil-minded monks, the other party should have some scruples.
He doesn't have the boredom and shame of "immortals" who disdain the company of mortals.
"The situation in Yuezhou is quite similar to that in my hometown Liangzhou. There are more wars in Liangzhou, but why are there so many victims in Yuezhou? Is it possible that there are also wars?"
As the crowd moved quickly, Qingyun secretly made comparisons in his heart.
The official road was much wider than the small road, but these refugees were shoulder to shoulder, standing close to each other like houses, which made him feel as if he was marching and fighting.
From time to time, refugees fell to the ground from hunger. Maybe everyone was so hungry that no one even looked at them.
In fact, those who can take the initiative to get out of the way at this time are already kind people. Those with a slightly harder heart just trample on them without caring about the life and death of the people under their feet.
At first, Qingyun just pretended to be completely unaware of the refugees falling to the ground. He didn't know why he became such a hard-hearted person. Could it be that he would be like this once he started killing?
But later, as the journey became longer and longer, Qingyun couldn't bear it anymore, so he finally took out a piece of cake from his arms and tried to stuff it into the mouth of an old woman who had become as thin as a skeleton.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out the dry food, he was snatched away by a hungry and red-eyed young man next to him. The speed was so fast that even he, who was a cultivator, could not avoid it.
After a while, when more people saw the dry food, more than ten people, regardless of gender, fought over a piece of cake, even risking their lives.
In the end, they all focused on Qingyun. A pair of vicious eyes like ghostly wolf eyes stared unkindly at Qingyun's chest where he took out the cake. Only then did he realize the seriousness of the matter.
But these "hungry wolves" are just poor mortals who want to have a full meal. How can I attack them at will?
In order to save a dying man, he almost lost himself. If he hadn't already had some cultivation, he would have been eaten alive by these people who were ready to make a move.
Really having no choice, Qingyun had no choice but to take out some more pancakes from the treasure bag on his body, and then used some spiritual power in his arms to throw the pancakes in his hand violently out.
Only then did the "hungry wolves" abandon the fat sheep and chase in the direction where the pancakes flew out. Qingyun took this opportunity to get out of trouble. After a few jumps, he quickly left the official road and simply chose to go through the mountains and forests. Travel through.
"Hey, if I hadn't gained some cultivation now, I'm afraid I would have become one of them. No, maybe I would be dead now."
At noon, Qingyun leaned against a big tree, staring blankly at the sky and murmuring.
Just when he was distracted, an old but gentle voice came into his ears:
"Young man, since you still have dry food, why don't you save more people's lives?"
However, Qingyun knew very well that although the voice did not sound malicious, it could approach him silently, and he knew that he had just given alms to the refugees on the official road, and the person who came had obviously followed him for a while.
As soon as his mind was spinning, he was extremely vigilant. He was an enemy if he didn't know his friends and foes!
In an instant, Qingyun's originally somewhat empty pupils suddenly swelled. At the same time, his feet and back suddenly exerted force, and the carp stood up like a straight fish, and in less than a breath, he had already swung in the direction of the sound. He got into a fighting stance and said nervously:
"The person's cultivation level must be at least one level higher than mine and cannot be underestimated."
At this time, the person came and said with a smile:
"The young man is quite alert, haha."
Taking a closer look, the other person turned out to be an old man with gray hair and a childish face. His face was kind and kind-hearted, making people feel close to him at first sight.
He is dressed in white clothes that have been washed a little yellow but are very neat and clean. He wears a pair of ordinary straw sandals on his feet. Between his eyebrows, he can still vaguely recognize his past richness and handsomeness. He must have been a handsome young man and a beautiful young man in white.
The old man was holding a cane in his right hand and carrying a bamboo basket on his back. There were some unknown plants and trees in it, but his left sleeve was empty and fluttering in the wind. It looked like he was missing his left arm.
The spiritual power outside his body is dense and dense, as if there is an invisible wall surrounding him, which Qingyun cannot see through at all.
Also, this old man gave Qingyun a feeling that he might be more powerful than Lei Jiang. From this, he concluded that this person should be a high-level monk in the wind control realm.
As for why it is not the Guiling Realm, it is because the powerful people in the Guiling Realm can basically regenerate severed limbs. Another point is that the big bosses in the Guiling Realm are not big cabbages, so how can they just meet one of them.
However, although this person's purpose is unknown, since he is a high-level monk, he should not even think about resisting or escaping, because there is no possibility at all.
Therefore, Qingyun was also a bachelor, so he simply put away his fighting posture, respectfully clasped his fists and bowed:
"Junior Qingyun, I have met my senior."
As a junior, he must show his respect for such masters who are far beyond him in terms of cultivation and age. This is Qingyun's code of conduct, even if he is facing only an ordinary mortal old man.
"Why are you so nervous, young man? You won't be so scared when you see an old man, right? I won't eat you."
The old man narrowed his eyes and made a joke. Qingyun also smiled coquettishly when he heard this. His tense heartstrings relaxed a little and he said to himself:
"That's right. If this old man really has evil intentions, I'm afraid I'd be done with it a long time ago. What else will he say to me?"
So Qingyun finally let go of his last guard, smiled at the one-armed old man, and clasped his fists again.
"Not bad."
Seeing that Qingyun was calm and unfazed by changes, the old man couldn't help but show a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Little did he know that half of Qingyun's composure was due to his imitation of Yi Qing, and the other half was due to the fact that before he even set out to practice, he often accompanied his father who had returned to the spiritual realm, so he was somewhat used to it.
For example, Yan Liangshan and Lei Jiang are both masters of the wind control realm, and have experienced the horror of Xiao Qi's ancient aura, so they already have a certain resistance to the aura of high-level monks.
Then, the kind-faced old man in white smiled and walked slowly half a foot in front of Qingyun. He lightly tapped the ground with the bamboo stick in his right hand, and a piece of bluestone as smooth as jade appeared out of thin air at his feet.
The old man immediately sat on it and motioned for Qingyun to sit down with him, but out of politeness, he still stood aside.
One side of the bluestone has become as smooth and clean as jade. According to Qingyun's guess, this may be the result of the old man sitting cross-legged on it for many years. However, based on his eyesight, he feels that this is just an ordinary stone, and he does not know how to repair it. Why would a master carry a big stone with him?
