Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 91
Yan Xi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Teacher, why did Xie Hesun come to Yushan?"

The old beggar replied with a smile: "For a treasure of heaven and earth."

"However, those who are virtuous live in this thing, he is just wishful thinking."

Yan Xi came to his senses slightly, and thought to himself: "My teacher Liang Mengxia must have obtained this natural treasure, but he was reluctant to hand it over to others, so he had a conflict with Xie Hesun."

"The teacher can't think about it too. How can things outside your body be more important than your life?"

"I have to persuade him, old man."

"Forget it...I'm afraid I can't persuade you about this matter."

Yan Xi has also seen people's hearts and knows many things. The truth is very simple, but some people can't accept it and would rather choose the worst outcome.

He can't quite understand why some people choose a dead end, but he has seen too many such people, at least he understands a little bit, and this kind of people cannot be persuaded.

Whoever persuades them, they will become enemies with whoever they are, and hate them deeply.

He once had a familiar and enthusiastic senior who often explained some common sense to newcomers in the online literature circle. This common sense is well known, but newcomers often don't know it.

But he received very little gratitude. Instead, many newcomers thought that this senior was old and never died, and slandered him on various occasions.

Yan Xi has also received some pointers from this senior, obviously they are all valuable words that can save newcomers from detours.

He didn't know Liang Mengxia not long ago, but he also knew that this teacher was not bad, except for one thing, he already had a deep obsession with cultivating Taoism and becoming a fairy.

No one can stop his path of practice.

Anyone who stands in the way, no matter good or bad, good or bad, he will draw his sword and kill them all.

Even if Yan Xi is his apprentice, he also believes in this teacher, and will never listen to his own persuasion, give up that so-called labor son, heaven and earth treasure, and cling to his life as the first priority.

He sighed, and said in a low voice, "How do ordinary people of my generation know whether one step forward is a great way or an abyss."

The old beggar was slightly stunned, and suddenly looked at this fat boy with admiration. How could he not see that Yan Xi's previous words were a lot of deliberate affectation?
He just thinks this kid is fun, and is willing to mess around with Yan Xi. How can Yan Xi's small thoughts be hidden from him?

But Yan Xi's words just now moved him quite a bit, he smiled and said: "It is precisely because the future is uncertain that we have the courage to move forward, even if we die without regret."

"Cultivators, where can everything be perfect?"

"They are all the servants, and the side of the avenue is like a mountain of bones."

Seeing that the old beggar had finished drinking two cans of Coke, Yan Xi took out another can, handed it to the teacher, and asked, "I don't know what kind of treasure is it that attracts people like the teacher to come and watch?"

The old beggar said with a smile: "Although there are not many sword cultivators in the world, there are hundreds of them. The number of flying swords hidden by each sect does not exceed three hundred. If you want to sacrifice a flying sword for the first time, you have to spend hundreds of years. Therefore, Everyone has no choice but to change the method, control all kinds of strange things, and fight against the enemy."

"In Juyu Mountain, there is a monster named Gou Centipede!"

"This monster has practiced Taoism for more than two thousand years, and a pure inner alchemy has been refined in its belly, which is called Xuanzhu!"

"If you can kill the centipede, snatch the mysterious pearl in its belly, and sacrifice it to make it into a magic weapon, you can save at least seven hundred years of hard work in refining the magic weapon."

Yan Xi thought for a while, the flying sword in the teacher's hand is actually very ordinary in nature, and when meeting a great master with superb martial arts, it is unlikely to be able to break through the opponent's protective zhenqi.

In order to purify the flying sword, Liang Mengxia traveled thousands of miles to Yushan to collect elixir. If he found out that there was a treasure in his hands that could save more than seven hundred years of hard work, would there be any reason not to work hard?

He finally knew the reason why his master sect became extinct, and he had a way to avoid it in his heart, but he couldn't bear it and wanted to save Liang Mengxia.

It's just that Yan Xi also knew, how could he save people under Xie Hesun's hands with this little ability?
"It would be great if the teacher could get rid of greed."

"Unfortunately not."

"It would be fine if I could just sit back and watch."

"Unfortunately……"

"Paralyzed, I still have a little conscience."

"What's the trouble?"

After taking a few sips, the old beggar drank the third can of Coke. He was very satisfied and murmured: "After hundreds of years of retreat, I never thought that there would be so many strange things in the world."

"Whether it's the cigarettes or the liqueur in a small can, it's something that didn't exist hundreds of years ago."

"If you always have these good things, ghosts will go to retreat!"

Yan Xi deliberately explained that the drink is not sweet wine, but thinking that Master has been in closed doors for hundreds of years, even if he is not old-fashioned, he is still stubborn, so why argue with him about this matter?
He kept silent for a while, took out another can of beer, and said, "Master, those drinks just now were quite sweet, would you like to try this lighter taste?"

The old beggar took it, opened the can, took a sip, and showed a disgusted expression on his face. After a while, he took another sip and tasted the taste. When he took the third sip, his eyes narrowed. I have happily adapted to the taste of beer and entered the state of enjoyment.

Xie Hesun fought with others and tried his best, but he could only make the master and apprentice on the lonely peak look less and less interesting, and gradually became a background wall. The master and apprentice, you have a can of beer, and I have a can of beer. Just melon seeds, peanuts, spicy strips, jerky and other things, chatting freely, just occasionally watching the battle situation, it's like watching a garbage ball game, turning off the TV and feeling bored, turning it on and no one is watching.

Yan Xi glanced over occasionally, stood up suddenly, and said, "Teacher, I saw Teacher Woyun Qiaozi."

The old beggar had a lot of alcohol, and beer was a light alcohol drink. The more he drank, the more excited he became, and he didn't feel drunk at all. He said with a smile, "Forget it! I've seen the excitement, and the food and drink are enough, so I'll let you go."

"If you want to save Woyun Qiaozi, remember one thing."

"Don't let him go east."

Yan Xi rubbed his chin, and thought: "The lair of the centipede must be in the east. I'll buy some sleeping pills and give Teacher Liang a large dose."

"Wait for him to sleep for a few days, and this matter will pass safely."

"that is……"

"The old man woke up, how should I explain? Why did he faint for a long time?"

"What if the dose of the medicine is too high and you become a master-killer and a traitor?"

"Or another way, such as..."

"I lied to the teacher that I saw the south in the middle of the night, and there was a red light soaring into the sky. It seems that a treasure was born."

"It's a more reliable idea."

As soon as Yan Xi turned around, he didn't see the old beggar, and Niao You didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for the dozens of empty beer cans and various snack packaging bags thrown on the ground, it would have been as if no one had ever visited.

He also got used to it, first got a plastic bag, packed up all the garbage, and then walked down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)