Teyvat's Otherworldly Adventurer

Chapter 68 Ma Xianhong's Test
"Who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?"

When Qiu Rang led Yula into Biyou Village, the three philosophical questions were still echoing in his mind.

"You count me!"

Suddenly, Qiu Rang turned his head and glared at Yula, his face full of bewilderment and resentment.

It's a pity that Yula, the avatar of the secret painting, still had the same leisurely look, she stopped in her tracks leisurely, and Gujing Bubo's eyes seemed to be watching insects: "You're scared."

The plain and straightforward tone, without the slightest disturbance, aroused a monstrous wave of anger in Qiu Rang's heart.

"nonsense!"

The white-haired man even broke his voice, "Even if, even if you are asked to learn from the leader, the title of Duobao still belongs to me! No one can take it away!"

"Then what are you dawdling about?"

A trace of confusion climbed up Yula's pretty face, and her big innocent eyes blinked.

"You! I... Damn it!"

The hatred of being defeated again made Hehen shake his hand, and squeezed the golden Ruyi even tighter. Now, only this magic weapon that depends on each other can give him a little bit of comfort and warmth.

Passing through a group of villagers working in the fields outside the village, a thin old man with a long beard and a stick came out to welcome him: "Xiao Qiu is back, who is this?"

"Grandpa Bi, this guy is..."

Qiu Rang suddenly got stuck in the middle of his speech, as if he didn't know how to introduce Yula for a moment.

Fortunately, the avatar of the secret painting was not stage-frightened, so he cupped his hands generously: "This old man, my name is Yula, and I'm here to learn from you. How can there be no Daoist Taobao under the head of the Tongtian Sect? I will recommend myself!"

"What... Master Tongtian? Daoist Duobao?"

Bi Yuan was a little confused for a while, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears, so he turned his questioning gaze to Qiu Rang.

"..."

Qiu Rang covered his face with a "slap", feeling a little ashamed.

When he usually uses the title of "religious leader" to tease Ma Xianhong, because the other party is thinner than him, Ma Xianhong bears all the shame, and all he gets is happiness.

It doesn't matter if I had a fight with Yura on the deserted mountain road just now, because they are the same kind.

But now, do you want to seriously explain the reason to this elderly Grandpa Bi?Said that he also wanted to be a Daoist of Duobao?What kind of torture is it to explain the vocabulary of the second class to someone who is not in the second class!

Qiu Rang opened his mouth, but he was too embarrassed to make a sound.

On the contrary, Yula was more open-minded, and she took the initiative to explain seriously: "Aren't we the new Jiejiao of Biyou Village? The leader must be the Taoist of Tongtian, right? Naturally, there is no Taoist Taobao under the leadership of Tongtian Cult. ? I don’t think you have any suitable candidates here, so I came here to recommend myself.”

When Qiu Rang listened to the first half, he felt that a three-bedroom and one living room was about to be dug out under his feet, but he couldn't sit still when he heard the second half.

"What do you mean there is no suitable person? Where am I not suitable?"

He waved the gold-plated Ruyi, argued hard, and completely forgot about the embarrassment for a while.

"A person who doesn't have the three magic weapons all over his body is ashamed to call himself a multi-treasure." Yula said with a poisonous tongue.

"Me! Then you don't even have a magic weapon!"

Qiu Rang was very unconvinced. He admitted that the two magic weapons were a little short, and there might be a slight gap between them and the title of Duobao... But the two are bigger than zero, right?This guy obviously doesn't have any magic weapons, how can he have the confidence to dislike him for having few magic weapons?

"That's right, the magic weapon count on me is zero, but zero also represents infinite possibilities."

Yula responded without the slightest guilt, "And I'm still young, with a promising future. Unlike you, when you're old and your potential is exhausted, it's time to retreat bravely."

"Bah, I'm only under 30 years old!" Qiu Rang retorted loudly.

"Huh? But your hair is all white..."

Yura's bewildered and innocent eyes were more than any provocation.

"Damn!!!"

Qiu Rang was about to go crazy, "It's innate! Innate, understand! I'm a different person!"

"Hehe, young people are full of energy."

Their noisy behavior as if there was no one else around made Bi Yuan sigh with envy, "Okay, since you are here to apprentice, let's go see the leader, he just came out of the Xiushen hall."

"Grandpa Bi, why don't you..."

Qiu Rang was a little shocked.

"Hehe, I have been with you young people for a long time, and my old bones will inevitably be affected. The leader will understand."

Bi Yuan pushed his glasses and left with a smile.

"Hmph, you spoiled Grandpa Bi as soon as you came here, let's see how you explain it to the leader later!"

Qiu Rang snorted and continued to lead the way.

The two first came to the Xiushen Hall and found that the gate was closed and there was no one there. Then they went to the village chief's house to knock on the door, but no one answered.

In the end, he met the aspiring Village Chief Ma in the stream outside the village.

No bragging, Ma Xianhong's attire does have a recluse demeanor.

Light pink long hair with scattered shawls, a loose and natural white clothing, neither ancient nor modern, although the color is monotonous, but has a free and easy temperament, and the bandage on his forehead adds to his weakness.

At this time, he was standing barefoot in the stream, manipulating a team of flower-like dolls, carrying something back and forth.

"Master!"

Qiu Rang's call made Ma Xianhong turn his head.

"Master, this girl is here to apprentice..."

Qiu Rang trotted to Ma Xianhong in three steps and two steps, and muttered softly.Ma Xianhong first frowned slightly, and then his eyes revealed a look of helplessness. He was already annoyed enough to have a patient with a second-class illness beside him, but he didn't expect another one with a more serious condition to appear now.

Although the original intention of establishing this Biyou Village by myself was indeed to cure illnesses, it was my own amnesia, not the secondary illness of these guys!
Is it necessary to temporarily add another function to the self-cultivation furnace?
Looking at Ma Xianhong's constantly changing expression, it is impossible to say that Yula didn't feel a little uneasy.

Although this method of directly coming to the door to learn a teacher is simple and rude, it is too straightforward, and it almost puts the goal of coveting the magic machine on the face.

If she hadn't known Ma Xianhong to a certain extent, no one else would have done it so plainly.

But who made him Ma Xianhong?
This person does have an all-encompassing mind, and in some ways he can even be called a "bad guy".

As long as someone asks him, he will try his best to manage and help.He saw that ordinary people were distressed because they could not enter the door of practice, so he would transform the self-cultivation furnace, which was originally only used to heal himself, into a treasure in troubled times that could transform ordinary people into strangers.

Even if this matter is far less rewarding and risky for him.

Although he is immature in many aspects, he can learn methods and accumulate experience. Only this kind of mind and sentiment is hard to change.

As expected, after listening to Qiu Rang's introduction, Ma Xianhong looked up at Yula: "I've never been stingy about sharing my magic skills with anyone, but not everyone can be a craftsman."

He casually threw a piece of wood the size of a palm and landed on Yula's palm precisely: "If you are really talented, prove it to me."

(End of this chapter)