Jiang Yunchen didn't run away, he threw a spell into the mine!
After the spell was cast, there was a roar in the mine, and along with the sound of falling gravel, a crazy old man flew out of the cave.
"Impossible, hahaha, impossible!"
The old man was full of spiritual energy, his hair and beard were messy and scattered in the wind, his clothes were in tatters, barely covering his body, and a bulging storage bag was exposed on his waist, which was shaking violently with the owner's movements.
He kept repeating the word "impossible" in his mouth, jumping up and down and spinning back and forth between the caves.
This picture reminded Zhao Yisu of the image of Sun Wukong running freely in a certain version of Journey to the West...
Forgive her, facing such a bohemian Gao Xiu, she really couldn't be afraid, and all her emotions turned into those of a crowd. She even had the courage to get closer, trying to see the Gao Xiu's appearance clearly.
"Seventh level..." Jiang Yunchen's consciousness was faster than hers, and had already scanned the high cultivator: "You just advanced to the seventh level."
Zhao Yisu: "This place is very close to the Xuandan Palace. All the high-level cultivators in the Xuandan Palace have died. Could it be that he is a casual cultivator from the Western Continent and has gone crazy in his cultivation?"
Jiang Yunchen probably had the same guess.
The other party didn't respond at all to his spiritual consciousness. He kept repeating these words and running around on the top of the mountain. He didn't know what they meant.
Zhao Yisu: "Forget it, let's go."
Jiang Yunchen: "He has a very full storage bag hanging on his waist."
Zhao Yisu, who was trying to force his eyes away from the other person's storage bag: "..." Yes, I know you don't need to remind me, thank you!
Zhao Yisu: "I will not offend others unless they offend me. A gentleman loves money and gets it in the right way."
Jiang Yunchen: "Okay." He turned around and left.
As a result, the sleeve was grabbed by a force.
Turning around, he saw a humble smile on Zhao Yisu's face: "How about we give it a try? I'll get it, and you can just call in foreign aid to save me."
Jiang Yunchen: "...ha."
Zhao Yisu: "Half for each person!" He said it as if Jiang Yunchen liked the storage bag.
She didn't wait for Jiang Yunchen to express his stance, and took a lot of pills to replenish the spiritual energy in her body. She boldly flew in the direction of the seventh-grade monk, leaving her back to Jiang Yunchen with confidence.
Jiang Yunchen then watched her leave, and at the same time, he activated his spells in case of emergency.
Zhao Yisu flew forward a little and greeted the senior cultivator from a relatively safe distance: "Senior..."
As soon as she started to write a story, Gao Xiu suddenly stopped from his crazy state and stood in the mine, staring straight at her.
The eyes showing through the messy hair were doubtful and confused, but after focusing on Zhao Yisu's face clearly, those eyes suddenly turned excited and crazy: "It's you! It's you!"
Before Zhao Yisu could react, the high-level cultivator flashed in front of her and locked her arms tightly with his rough hands, pinching her arms painfully.
The spiritual power in Jiang Yunchen's palm had already been thrown out. When it landed in front of the old man, he raised his hand to block it. But the old man just blocked it and had no intention of fighting back. He suddenly said to him in a serious tone: "I don't mean any harm. You don't have to do anything."
Jiang Yunchen's move was considered as a test. Seeing that the other party seemed to be more conscious, Jiang Yunchen did not continue with the second move in his hand.
Zhao Yisu was also confused by the man's sudden return to reason. His eyes were entangled in the other person's storage bag and he secretly regretted it, but the smile on his face was very appropriate: "I don't know your surname, senior? Why are you wandering in the mines of the Western Continent?"
"Hmph!" This strange monk put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist: "My name is... Qiu Zuo!"
He probably didn't realize how ragged he was and how miserable he looked.
Zhao Yisu: "It turns out to be Senior Qiu. Junior Zhao Yisu is a disciple of Fuxi Mountain." When he was thinking about someone else's storage bag, he couldn't introduce himself to his family. Now that there was no chance, he immediately changed his attitude to making friends and showed his honesty.
Jiang Yunchen clearly understood Zhao Yisu's way of life, and he didn't know how this young woman could be so smooth and worldly.
"So you have already worshiped Fuxi Mountain. Humph, what is Fuxi Mountain?" How dare you steal people from me? I hate it! Angry!
Zhao Yisu: "?" No, Fuxishan is just asking you to provoke you, are you so crazy?
Zhao Yisu: "Senior, do you have an old grudge with Fuxishan?"
"It's not old, it was just made." Zuoqiu still held out his chest: "Let me ask you, are you willing to become my disciple? As long as you agree, I will clear up the troubles on Fuxi Mountain for you."
Zhao Yisu: "..." Where is all this? I'm afraid this old man is not mentally disturbed.
"I'm sorry, senior, I have no intention of leaving the master at the moment."
Zuoqiu raised his chin and looked at the person with his nostrils: "I am a seventh-grade sect! In a sect like Fuxishan, there are few high-ranking cultivators but many disciples. A sixth-grade sect has thousands and hundreds of disciples, so what good things can I give to him?" You? Accept me as your master, and I promise to teach you everything I have learned in my life, without reservation."
Zhao Yisu smiled awkwardly but politely: "Senior, if you are determined to accept a disciple, naturally countless people will flock to you, but I will forget it. Thank you for your love."
Zuoqiu: "I said, I will give you all my money! And I promise to only accept you as a disciple in this life, how about it? Do you still think this treatment is not good enough?"
"No, no, no, you don't have to compromise like this for me. It's not that you're bad, it's mainly that I don't deserve it." Zhao Yisu already regretted that he had offended this old man Shen Jingbing. He pushed back and looked at Jiang Yunchen for help.
Jiang Yunchen stood with his hands behind his hands, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.
Zuoqiu: "You girl, don't be ungrateful! Do you really think that I accept everyone? You should seize the opportunity when it comes. Think about it again and answer me again."
Zhao Yisu had already retreated to Jiang Yunchen, grabbed his sleeve and recommended it to Qiu Zuo: "Why don't you take a look at this person? This person next to you is Jiang Yunchen from Fuxi Mountain. He was born with a spiritual body..."
"Ha," Zuoqiu didn't even bother to look at him, "What does it matter to me to be born with a spirit body? I just ask you, if you have any dissatisfaction with the apprenticeship conditions, feel free to mention it!"
This was the first time that Zhao Yisu met someone who sneered at a natural spirit body. Instead, he looked down upon her, a novice with a third-level spiritual root.
Of course she likes to hear nice words, but she can't help but have concerns in her heart. There is no free lunch in the world. What is this old man obsessed with? Is there something he wants in me?
Seeing that she remained silent, Zuo Qiu became anxious and began to increase the conditions for accepting his disciple: "I have a treasure house outside. As long as you become my disciple, I can give you all the treasures in it."
Zhao Yisu did not express his position.
Zuoqiu patted his storage bag again: "I've got all the treasures I've won through gambling over the past thousand years. If you want it, I'll give it all to you!"
Zhao Yisu: "..."
Zuoqiu: "Isn't this enough? Do you want me to transfer my cultivation level to you? What level are you at now? Mid-4th level? I promise to let you rise to the sixth level as quickly as possible, okay?"
