My Fairy Fiancee.

After the ship landed, Dai Zhongxiao called a taxi for Zhao Yi, and then he went back to the shipyard to wait for the next ship.

It was already late, so Zhao Yi went back to his small dark room.

However, just as he walked outside the small dark room, he found that the light in the room was on.

A thief?

This thief is too bad at choosing a place. There is nothing in this broken place?

As Zhao Yi continued to approach the small dark room, he found that there was a person sitting on a chair in the room drinking tea.

Through the window, he could see that this was a white-haired old man in tattered clothes, with a haggard face, and his hands were shaking as he held the tea.

"Mr. Song?"

Zhao Yi was stunned when he saw the white-haired old man.

Zhao Yi knew this old man. The small dark room was rented to him by this old man.

The old man seemed to notice that there was someone outside the window. His originally haggard eyes suddenly became cold and looked at Zhao Yi.

The moment he saw Zhao Yi, he instantly put away his cold eyes and put on a gentle smile on his face.

"Young man, you're back." The old man smiled gently.

But then the old man's eyes turned from gentle to doubtful and a little wary when looking at Zhao Yi.

Although the old man's eyes were quickly retracted, Zhao Yi still felt the sharp feeling of the previous moment, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"Do you know him?"

Just as Zhao Yi was about to go over and talk to the white-haired old man, Yu Xi's voice suddenly rang in Zhao Yi's heart.

"I know him, what's wrong?" Zhao Yi said in his heart.

"He is a cultivator on this planet." Yu Xi's voice rang again.

"What!"

Zhao Yi was shocked and stood there in a daze.

Cultivator? Master Song is a cultivator?

This old man who, in his impression, makes a living by picking up rags and likes to wander around, is actually a cultivator!

"Be careful."

Yu Xi reminded, but her tone was still very light, as if this matter was very ordinary.

Seeing Zhao Yi standing there in a daze, Master Song's expression also sank.

As a fellow cultivator, and with a much higher realm than Zhao Yi, a novice, he could clearly feel the aura emanating from Zhao Yi.

However, he was very confused. How could this fatherless and motherless young man, who was a very ordinary person more than a month ago, become a cultivator in the Qi Condensation Realm now?

So the way he looked at Zhao Yi before had a series of changes.

Now seeing Zhao Yi's dull face, he thought that his identity had been known by Zhao Yi, so he became alert.

However, he had hidden his aura so well, would he really be detected by a newcomer in the Qi Condensation Realm?

Master Song was very puzzled.

"Young man, you have changed a lot." Master Song said.

His eyes became sharp again, and Zhao Yi instinctively took a half step back when he came into contact with his sword-like eyes.

Zhao Yi came back to his senses, but he did not have any expression of fear. He and Master Song were quite familiar with each other. Although they did not meet often, Zhao Yi helped him push a tricycle and helped him sell junk.

Zhao Yi didn't think that Master Song would do any harm to him, but of course, Zhao Yi also knew that his identity had changed, and he didn't know what would happen, so he kept some vigilance.

"Master Song, I really didn't know you were a cultivator." Zhao Yi walked into the house, smiling and shaking his head to show his helplessness.

"How did you see that?"

Master Song was puzzled. Obviously, with his current realm, as long as he deliberately concealed the fluctuations of spiritual energy, even a master in the middle stage of the Concentration Realm would not be able to detect it.

Zhao Yi's face did not show any flaws, and he said directly: "The moment I appeared outside the window just now, the moment you turned your head, you released some spiritual energy."

"..."

Master Song was stunned. He was indeed extremely vigilant when Zhao Yi appeared before, and he didn't know whether he released true energy.

"Is there something wrong with you? Why do you look vigilant when you see people? You were not like this before." Zhao Yi said.

Master Song picked up the teacup and continued to drink a sip of tea, frowning slightly, without speaking.

Zhao Yi knew that he was a cultivator now, and Song Ye must not have relaxed his vigilance against him.

He had heard Yu Xi say before that there were few cultivators in this galaxy, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was thin. If two cultivators met, they would probably kill each other for resources.

If Song Ye was like that today, he would need Yu Xi's help again. He didn't know if he would be able to escape unscathed if Yu Xi and himself started fighting.

Zhao Yi was very nervous now, but facing Song Ye, he still had to try his best to behave like he was before he started cultivating, maybe this would reduce the danger.

"Song Ye, I don't know what the rules are between cultivators in this world, but I don't think you need to be so wary of a newcomer like me." Zhao Yi said with a masked smile as he sat by the bed.

"How do you cultivate?" Song Ye asked.

Zhao Yi had been following Li Ziwen for a long time, and unknowingly learned their unique "Oscar winner mode".

Pretending to frown, he said directly: "To be honest, I also felt that it was quite unreal. Four weeks ago, I accidentally bought a small pendant at a street stall, and then one day my hand was scratched. , blood dripped on it, and suddenly the pendant turned into a book of exercises , it felt really amazing at the time, and then I followed the above exercises to learn. I thought it was a boring thing, but I didn’t expect that after practicing for a few days, I could really feel the subtle flow of the air around me. In the end, I kept Practice and get to where you are now.”

"What kind of technique can you show me?" Song Ye asked.

"Can."

Zhao Yi was very generous and showed no signs of wariness at all. He took out some books on basic cultivation that Yu Xi had given him before from under his pillow.

Zhao Yi placed the book on the table without making any covert move.

Seeing this, Master Song relaxed a lot from his wariness towards Zhao Yi, and he flipped through the book.

Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"What kind of technique are you doing here? It's clearly the most basic introductory cultivation method."

Seeing Master Song smile, Zhao Yi knew that the other party's wariness towards him had been reduced a lot.

"Huh? Not a skill?"

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment and immediately came over.

"Young man, the so-called skill is a spell that can achieve a certain effect. It does not teach you how to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth." Song Ye said.

"..."

Zhao Yi continued to look confused and asked: "Are they those spells that can fly a mountain with a wave of your hand?"

"You may not say it's comprehensive, but it's still a kind of weapon. It's just used for offense." Song Ye said.

Then Master Song put down what he was doing, started practicing, and continued: "This can be regarded as your opportunity. I think it was a very coincidental opportunity that led me to embark on the path of cultivation."

Zhao Yi became very curious in the following conversation and tried his best to ask as many basic questions as possible. Song Ye did not hesitate to help him answer them, and he would answer everything he asked.

Slowly, Master Song completely believed in Zhao Yi, who was just a novice who had just stepped into cultivation and was ignorant of everything.

In addition, Zhao Yi had been very happy getting along with him in the past. Zhao Yi gave him the impression of being a very polite and kind-hearted young man.

I helped him push three wheels, helped him sell garbage...

He had a good impression of Zhao Yi, so his trust came quickly.

"Speaking of Master Song, why did you come back suddenly?" Zhao Yi asked.

"A lot of things happened, so I had no choice but to come back." Song Ye sighed and said with a helpless expression.

"What is it that cultivators have no choice but to do?" Zhao Yi continued to ask.

Master Song looked at Zhao Yi, his helpless expression became more intense, and said: "Young man, you and I have a close relationship. I don't know if it was deliberately arranged by God or something, but at this time, you have become A cultivator."

Seeing Master Song's appearance, Zhao Yi asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Tell me, and maybe I can help you."

During his lonely days, Master Song also gave him a lot of help, so if Master Song had anything to do, he would help him if he could.

"It's useless, no one can help me." Master Song said with a smile: "You are a kind-hearted young man. Old man, I want to advise you. Cultivation may not be a good path for you. If you can, you'd better Don't go up to explore, it may lead to death... cough cough cough! "

As he was talking, Master Song suddenly started coughing violently.

"puff!"

Suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body shook.

"Master Song!"

Zhao Yi immediately went up to support him.

"Ahem, cough, cough, it's okay, I'll just take a nap, old man." Master Song said.

"This... okay, come and lie down."

Zhao Yi immediately helped Master Song to the bedside, not caring whether the blood on the other party's body would get on the quilt.

"Young man, if I remember correctly, your name is Zhao Yi, right?" Song Ye said with a smile while lying on the bed.

"Yes, Zhao Yi, it's easy." Zhao Yi said.

"Oh, no more words. Bring me the tea. If you're sleepy, take a few sips and go to sleep." Song Ye said.

Zhao Yi brought him the cup of tea beside his table. After Song Ye took a sip, he took out a bank card from his tattered clothes and said, "There are three million in it, take it." Find a hotel to stay in. I'll be embarrassed to take your bed tonight."

"Ha!? Three million!"

Zhao Yi was shocked. In his mind, Master Song had always been an old man who picked up rags. He couldn't accept it when he suddenly took out so much money.

"Why, you don't dare to ask for it? My money is not stolen, so feel free to use it." Master Song said with a smile.