The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 1717
The hundred-year-old immortal is the patron saint of this place, so he must be very clear about the things around him. Chu Qing wants to know more about that powerful beast. "Century-year-old immortal, do you know the situation of the beast that lives nearby?"

The hundred-year-old immortal stopped pouring tea, put the teapot on the table, and looked up at Chu Qing with an unclear expression.

For a long time, Chu Qing didn't see the centenarian immortal answering his words. He looked up and saw that he seemed to be in a trance, and couldn't help calling out: "The centenary immortal, the hundred-year-old immortal..."

"That ferocious beast is always strong, don't provoke it." The hundred-year-old immortal came back to his senses suddenly, warned Chu Qing, and continued pouring tea.

Chu Qing had some experience with how powerful that beast was. Speaking of which, a good part of his injuries were caused by that beast, but there was nothing to say. Said: "Hundred Years Immortal, you have lived here for so long, do you know anything about Strange Records of Beasts?"

The hundred-year-old immortal's face suddenly sank, he got up and walked towards Chu Qing with the teacup, handed the teacup to him rather forcefully, and said, "Heal your wounds at ease, and leave when you recover."

Chu Qing clenched her teacup tightly, she was already thirsty, so she raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

Just as he was about to say something, the teacup was taken by the Centenary Immortal. He put the teacup back on the table and left the room silently, leaving Chu Qing alone in the room.

Chu Qing was a little taken aback, but she still lay peacefully on the bed to recuperate.

After a while, a hundred-year-old fairy came in with a bowl of bottomless medicine.

Chu Qing, who closed her eyes and meditated, woke up immediately. The strong smell of medicine came to her face. She frowned unconsciously. She slowly sat up and leaned against the bedpost. She glanced at the bowl of medicine in the hands of the centenarian immortal. This medicine is so black, how bitter it must be.

Seeing that Chu Qing was so self-conscious, the hundred-year-old immortal didn't say much, and directly handed the medicine to him, saying, "Drink it while it's hot."

Although he vomited badly in his heart, Chu Qing knew that the centenarian immortal would not harm him, so he stopped being vague, gritted his teeth, took the medicine bowl with his hand and drank it in one gulp while holding his breath.

A bitter taste lingers on the tongue and does not dissipate for a long time.

"Drink water." The centenarian immortal took the medicine bowl and quickly handed over a cup of tea.

After Chu Qing drank several cups in a row, he felt that the bitterness in his throat had dissipated a lot, and said gratefully to the centenarian: "Thank you."

The hundred-year-old immortal smiled gently, shook his head, and cleaned up the things on the table.

"Hundred-year-old fairy, don't you know anything about the strange records of beasts?" Looking at the hundred-year-old fairy, Chu Qing's thoughts came to the question he avoided before.

Seeing that he was still silent, Chu Qing couldn't help but continued: "I once heard that there is a record of strange stories of beasts stored in the cave of the beast that inhabits nearby. Do you know if this rumor is true or not?"

"Go to bed early." The centenarian immortal left the room after leaving this sentence.

Such performance made Chu Qing feel more and more that the centenarian immortal must know something inside.

The next day, whenever the Centenarian Immortal came over, he would always ask about the ferocious beast or the Strange Records of Hundred Beasts, but the Centenarian Immortal would avoid answering each time.

This not only confused Chu Qing, but also filled her with curiosity. What is the secret behind this?
At dusk, a centenarian immortal came to give him medicine and food.

After drinking the medicine, Chu Qing was eating porridge. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the figure of the centenarian immortal drinking tea, and asked the same question in a cliché: "The centenarian immortal, I am very curious about the strange records of beasts. I don’t know if you Can you tell me a story about it?"

After many inquiries from Chu Qing, the centenarian immortal knew that if he didn't give a reply, he would definitely keep pestering him forever, so he sighed silently, took a sip of tea and began to meditate.

(End of this chapter)