Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

You could hear a pin drop in the restaurant. Everyone watched Chen Huan pack up the dishes in a leisurely manner, then walk out of the restaurant with the wine jar.

After Chen Huan's back disappeared completely, the suffocating feeling of no air flow and the stuffy feeling of no wind faded away quietly.

The first to react were the two women. They looked at the headless corpse still standing beside them. Their faces were as pale as snow. After taking two deep breaths, their eyes rolled back and they fainted.

Then, everyone fell to the ground with a crash, their legs and feet trembling.

"Fuck, this Fatty Zhou is a disaster. He really thinks he is someone important."

"In the eyes of the True Translator, he is nothing."

"Someone go tell Chen Lianchuan of Tianjian Peak that his cousin is dead and come to collect the body."

Immediately someone said

"We can't afford to offend the true disciples, and we can't afford to offend the core disciples either. Our lives are worthless. Let's go and tell them quickly."...............

When they returned to Li Kui Peak, they found Cui Ying still knocking tirelessly, and several piles of paper money were already pressed down by stones beside him.

Chen Huan approached with a food basket, and this time Cui Ying saw Chen Huan quickly and got up to greet him.

"That's enough. Follow me to the back mountain."

Cui Ying took the food box from his hand and bowed slightly, saying:

"Yes, I will obey your command."

Chen Huan glanced around and saw wisps of green smoke coming out of the door frames on both sides of the courtyard gate.

"Take the incense with you, too."

She was about to respond when Chen Huan interrupted her.

"Just call me Senior Brother from now on."

Cui Ying quickly packed all the things in a bamboo basket, which was more complete than Chen Huan imagined, including paper money, incense, candles and a small piece of smoked bacon. He also had an oil-paper umbrella under his armpit, and he wanted to hold it for Chen Huan, but Chen Huan turned around and walked in front.

The rain on Qingming Festival was hazy but not heavy. Cui Ying held the food box in one hand and the basket in the other, limping and following quickly with the umbrella in his hand, wondering whether he should go forward to hold the umbrella again.

After observing for a while, he found that all the drizzle would be blown away by the wind when it approached Senior Brother Chen.

When Chen Huan was about to reach the back mountain, he frowned slightly, paused for a while and continued to move forward.

There was only one solitary grave of Zhou Huaisheng in the whole back mountain. At this time, through the hazy rain and fog, he could see a little swaying fire in front of the solitary grave. Chen Huan suddenly turned his head and looked at Cui Ying.

Cui Ying also saw the person in front of the grave, and hurriedly bowed and said:

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Li Tingzhi, came to me this morning and told me to go to the back mountain to pay respects. At that time, Senior Brother was still in retreat, so I didn’t disturb him."

Chen Huan stared at Cui Ying and said coldly:

"I don't mind you letting anyone go up the mountain, but you must tell me about these things as soon as I come out of seclusion."

Cui Ying felt a chill on his back, his expression instantly panicked, and he nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes, I understand."

Without correcting her name, the two of them approached Zhou Huaisheng's tomb.

Li Tingzhi naturally also noticed the arrival of Chen Huan and the others, rolled up the paper money in her hand, and bowed to Chen Huan:

"I heard from Junior Sister Cui that Junior Brother Chen was still in retreat, so I didn’t disturb him.

Chen Huan also smiled and bowed in return:

"No problem, it seems that this cenotaph was built by Senior Brother Li, so I have to thank you for that."

Cui Ying saw the two talking, and he first took out the offerings, placed the three animals neatly in front of the tomb, and then took out the fire starter and lit the candle.

Li Tingzhi looked at Cui Ying's skilled appearance and replied:

"I am like Junior Sister Cui, both of us come from the secular world. Master Zhou has been very kind to me, and I treat him as my uncle."

Chen Huan nodded, not wanting to ask about other people's past. He took the incense from Cui Ying and said to her:

"You can also worship together. The person in front of you is your master."

He lit three incense sticks on the candle flame, bowed with the incense, and then inserted them in front of the tomb.

After Cui Ying nodded in agreement, he followed suit, took out some paper money and pressed it on the tombstone, and then began to burn the rest.

Li Tingzhi did not leave. March in the lunar calendar was already the season when weeds grew everywhere. He used a hoe to deal with the weeds, gathered some soil on the grave, and slowly tamped it with his feet. There was no link of setting off firecrackers here. After Chen Huan poured a jar of wine on the ground, the Qingming ancestor worship ceremony ended.

Chen Huan and Cui Ying got up first later, but at this time Li Tingzhi seemed to have finished his work. The grave was covered with new soil and was unusually neat.

"Let's go down the mountain together."

He patted the dirt on his hands and said.

Cui Ying was about to help Li Tingzhi get the things, but Li Tingzhi raised his hand and all the things disappeared.

This change made Cui Ying slightly stunned.

Li Tingzhi smiled and said:

"Junior Sister Cui, didn’t you go to the Affairs Hall to collect resources? You can get Qi Gathering Pills, Spirit Stones, Basic Spells, Low-grade Spirit Tools, and a Storage Bag when you get started.

Cui Ying lowered her head and smiled without saying anything.

When the Mission Hall gave her the token, the disciple told her to use the token to go to the Affairs Hall to collect cultivation resources.

However, after she arrived at the Affairs Hall, she was ridiculed by a group of disciples as an ugly monster and a waste of resources. She also heard a lot of bad things about Senior Brother Chen Huan.

Moreover, every time she went there, the disciples of the Affairs Hall said they had something important to do and then ignored her.

However, after knowing that the spiritual rice grown on the mountain can also speed up people's cultivation, she didn't go there again. She just planted vegetables and rice on the mountain and practiced.

Li Tingzhi looked at Cui Ying's expression, as if she understood something, and said:

"If you have any difficulties, you can give me the token and I will go to the Mission Hall to get the things for you.

Cui Ying's heart moved and he wanted to agree, but when he looked at the back of the figure walking straight ahead, he shook his head and said:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Li, but that’s not necessary."

Li Tingzhi was a little surprised, then looked at Chen Huan’s back and said:

"I don't know why Junior Brother Chen didn't participate in the last competition. I wanted to fight with Junior Brother Chen."

Cui Ying was stunned when he said this. Even though she had only been here for half a year, she had heard a lot of things during her several visits to the main peak.

Chen Huan smiled and said without turning his head:

"Haha, Senior Brother, you are joking. In the entire Tianxing Sect, from the Sect Master to the servants, everyone knows the reason. Could it be that Senior Brother is the only one who doesn't know?"

Li Tingzhi looked at the yellow mud still sticking to his palm and laughed:

"Although seeing is believing and hearing is false, I think that what I see is false and what I hear is also false."

Chen Huan paused and continued:

"How do you know?"

"Junior brother may not know that the sword art I practice is somewhat special, and I can be sensitive to people's emotions."

He grabbed two handfuls of rain water from the leaves of the bushes next to him, rubbing his hands while walking:

"I remember when Huang Feiyu came to Li Kui Peak, he found a group of people to provoke you, and then you spoke up to give him the quota. It seemed that you were humiliated, but when I heard your voice at that time, I didn't feel a trace of anger in it. I was surprised at that time."

"Afterwards, at the martial arts arena on the main peak, Huang Feiyu verbally humiliated you again in front of all the disciples of the sect. You made a joke and left with Junior Sister Cui on a boat."

"Throughout the whole process, I felt the most anger, but I still didn't feel any anger in you."

"I went back and thought about it for several days but could not find the answer."

"It wasn't until I remembered that Huang Feiyu threatened Jiang Xiong angrily that we suddenly realized it."

Chen Huan saw Li Tingzhi suddenly paused and couldn't help asking:

"Then what?"

"Because at that time, Jiang Xiong also did not have a trace of anger"

"What does this mean?"

Chen Huan frowned, vaguely as if something went wrong.

Li Tingzhi shook off the muddy water on his hands, and when he saw that his palms were clean, he smiled and said:

"The swans do not speak the same language as the sparrows, and the dragons do not fight with the ants."

"Who would get angry with an ant?"