I am immortal

That moist smell, as well as a slightly fishy smell, Qi Wuzhuo could only detect in the well-dressed young man who came to gamble with the fortune teller yesterday.

Now that I feel it, I subconsciously think it's still him.

The young Taoist turned around and followed the breath. He saw people coming and going outside. The breath came from a two-story teahouse more than thirty steps away. He looked up and saw that what he saw was not what he had seen yesterday. The young man who arrived was an old man, leaning against the railing on the second floor of the teahouse, drinking tea alone, with a child in his arms, but the child was crying.

The old man comforted the child.

He seemed to be aware of Qi Wuhuo's gaze.

The old man turned around and looked.

Looking at Qi Wuhuo, the young Taoist knew that he was rude, so he stood in the crowd and cupped his hands slightly apologetically.

The old man had already laughed and said: "I never thought that I could see a successful Xuanmen disciple here."

"I feel very lonely drinking tea here alone."

"Little Taoist Priest, if you don't mind, can you please come up and have a cup of tea?"

The old man invited quite freely.

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and thanked him.

Holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, he walked up to the teahouse step by step and came to the window seat on the second floor.

Seeing that the child had stopped crying, a woman hurriedly caught up and took the child away. She thanked and bowed. After listening to these words of thanks, Qi Wuhu understood. It was because there were too many people in the city today that the woman and the child were lost. It was the old man who took the child to tease him and sent people to find the woman.

The woman left with great gratitude.

But there seemed to be a bit of frightened horror in his eyes.

The child was happy, turned around and waved goodbye to the old man over there.

The old man smiled gently and raised his tea cup.

Then he invited Qi Wuhuo to sit down. The young Taoist sat opposite the old man and saw the old man's true appearance.

Only then did I understand why the woman just now had a frightened expression in her eyes.

He is an old man with a majestic face, with raised eyebrows, but only half of his right eyebrow is left, and there are burn marks on a piece of skin on his forehead.

Paired with this majestic face, it inevitably looks a bit ferocious.

The old man could detect Qi Wuzhuo's eyes without any malice, which proved that his mind cultivation was extremely high and as clear as a mirror. When people were young, they did not experience many things, so compared with the consciousness born through acquired learning and experience, the soul God is more active and can detect the hidden malice and good intentions in people.

That's why I have a good impression of this old man with a majestic face and a hint of ferociousness.

Qi Wuhuo thanked the old man for the invitation.

The old man looked at Qi Wuhuo and praised: "The path is long-lasting, but the cultivation is very good. Many practitioners today are always eager to accumulate vitality and magic power, and often fall behind in the cultivation of their own spirituality. In this way If you do, you can make great progress in the early stages, but later on you will encounter obstacles that will be difficult to break through, and you may be stuck for a lifetime."

"And he's not the kind who only looks at appearance."

He reached out and touched the side of his forehead, smiling freely.

"Is the little Taoist priest here here for wandering?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Yes, there are other things too."

The old man laughed and said: "In that case, you can stay here longer. During the annual Lantern Festival, the bustle of this Zhongzhou capital is more beautiful than the dynasty capitals in the world. It is really because those royal relatives are afraid of death. There are many restrictions when celebrating, but it’s not as good-looking as here.”

"See more, travel around and witness the world of mortals, so that you can have a state of mind that transcends the world and is not stagnant in things."

The old man poured Qi Wuzhuo a cup of tea as he spoke, without asking Qi Wuzhuo's name.

He never introduced himself.

We just meet to have tea and watch the scenery outside together.

Qi Wuhuo took a sip of tea and felt that it was refreshing in his mouth, and soon a stream of fresh air spread out and penetrated into his limbs and bones.

The essence and energy couldn't help but become quiet.

It has become more harmonious.

"This is……"

Qi Wuhuo was slightly surprised.

Calm down and contemplate, it takes a cup of tea for the fresh air to dissipate.

At this moment, the bitterness and sweetness of the tea in his mouth slowly appeared. The old man in front of him smiled and said: "There are many practitioners in the world, and it is rare to encounter the slowest and most difficult path in Xuanmen orthodoxy. Although I don't know your lineage, But since you have reached [Three Talents], your lifespan should be one hundred and twenty years."

"[Xiantian Yiqi] will definitely not be a problem for you."

"You should take the path that takes you the furthest."

"But remember, you can't try to practice magical powers and condense your innate energy immediately at this time."

The old man smiled gently and said: "After [the Qi and spiritual power grows and the body becomes lighter], you still need to maintain it for a hundred days before you can try to practice condensation."

"If you train and train as you go, it's called cramping and peeling the bones. It's hard to achieve."

"First cultivate the foundation, then practice and move the qi machine, and then follow the innate qi. This is the stable path."

Qi Wuhuo thought about it carefully, confirmed it with the mental method taught by the teacher, and thanked him seriously.

The old man laughed and said, "You don't mind me being a talkative old man, I just like to care about others."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "The old gentleman is kind enough to give me advice, and the legal principles he explains are correct."

"Although the three talents of vitality, energy, essence, and spirit are complete, they have not yet taken root. If we take the next step now, the foundation will inevitably be unstable. It is like building a high-rise building without laying a good foundation. It is quick to build a pavilion, but it is difficult to repair it." not tall."

"I should have thanked you."

The old man sighed: "If my son had your understanding and mind, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble."

"Your son?"

The old man stroked his beard and sighed, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of relief on his face:

"Yeah...haha, he was naughty and energetic when he was young, and he got into some trouble."

"Later, I finally raised him up and taught him magical powers and spiritual practice. Now, I have relieved myself of my [responsibility] and handed it over to him to manage. That's why the old man can come here and watch This scenery, at this time when we are supposed to be the busiest, is so relaxing that we can have a cup of tea.”

The old man looked at the scenery outside, at the people coming and going, at the smoke and smoke of the mortal world, with focused eyes, and said with a smile:

"My brother wants me to live in the [ancestral line] in the east."

"But no matter how familiar the ancestral land is, it is just a place where I lived when I was young. I have been here almost all my life. I am used to seeing such scenery on weekdays. But when I suddenly wanted to leave, I felt reluctant to leave and urged me many times. , and always shirk away from going, which makes me confused, Xiaodao Zhang, you said that people always say they are attached to their hometown, but what exactly is their hometown?"

The young Taoist looked at the old man's appearance, thought for a while, and replied:

"Maybe it's the memories that I'm nostalgic for."

The old man was slightly startled, looking at the crowd in the mortal world, and suddenly smiled: "What a memory."

"The little Taoist priest is right."

"What I am attached to is not ordinary places and scenery, but perhaps everything I have seen and experienced here."

"I am young here and I am old now. Where else can I call my hometown other than here?"

He raised his cup and drank tea, sitting in the tea room on the second floor and looking outside.

At this time, the originally majestic facial features softened.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the old man's forehead, thought for a moment, and said, "I know some medical skills, do you want me to help you?"

The old man didn't refuse, he just smiled casually and said, "Then I'll help you, the Taoist Master."

Qi Wuhuo stood up and walked to the old man's side, saying he was offended. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old man's forehead, but he only felt a burning heat. For some reason, it made him feel a little familiar, but it had indeed transcended. As far as his medical skills could see, he raised his hand, and the old man just smiled and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, little Taoist priest, but I guess this is something you can't solve."

"The disaster in Jinzhou seven or eight years ago caused a drought in the entire state. I relied on some magical powers at that time."

"I just carried two loads of water and went to that place to sprinkle some rain. This is what happened at that time..."

The old man raised his hand and touched his forehead, coughed a few times, and laughed at himself:

"Otherwise, there is no need to resign so early and leave my child to me."

"rain?"

Qi Wuhuo was suddenly startled.

Thinking of that time when he was young, he gave pancakes to younger children, but they were swarmed, snatched away the food, beaten, and lay on the ground dying, waiting for death. It was the rain that woke him up from a coma. He came over and barely survived, but the old man only looked ahead and said with a smile: "Yes, Yu."

"The rain falls from the clouds and merges into the rivers, lakes and seas. Then the sun and moon rise, turn into clouds, and return to the sky."

"Such a cycle, isn't it like a cultivator breathing in and out and letting the Qi travel through hundreds of meridians?"

Qi Wuhuo was thoughtful and said to himself: "The sun is like nature, the moon is destiny, the clouds and waters are like Qi veins, they go back and forth without stopping."

"Is that so..."

If he realizes something.

But the old man never heard the young man's whisper clearly, and he never thought that his sigh would make the young Taoist understand something.

He just leaned out, looked at the clouds, and said with a smile:

"The first rain and snow every year will suppress the evil spirits and slowly dissipate the dryness accumulated over the year. This is the meaning of "Renewal of All Things". If there is rain and snow in winter, the diseases will disappear. ; When spring comes next year, the crops and trees will be in full bloom, and people also like the snow scene and clear rain, so I like this rain very much every year..."

The young Taoist finished his tea.

The old man was still looking at the scenery.

The two of them didn't meet each other by name, they just drank a cup of tea, watched a scene, and listened to the wind singing in the mortal world.

You enter this place as you please, and you leave as you please.

That's all.

When Qi Wuhuo left, he saw a chess game on the old man's table, which is now a very famous wonderful game.

In those decades in Huang Liang's dream, someone has solved it.

The young Taoist raised his hand and picked up a chess piece, dropped it on the place where the game was broken, and then left, walking step by step.

The greetings from the vendors on both sides were too warm, and the freshly baked buns were too tempting. The young Taoist passed by the stall, but he still pursed his lips, stepped back, and bought himself another steaming bun. Meat buns, now satisfied, eating and walking back.

It was only after I bought this osmanthus cake that I realized that even with the [circular light manifesting method], it was impossible to send this osmanthus cake to the stars. While I was thinking about it, the mirror suddenly changed again, and Qi Wu Huo was stunned, used a blindfold, raised his hand to take out the mirror, and looked at it curiously.

But I saw countless streams of light on the mirror converging and turning into one word——

【Disaster】!

Qi Wuhuo was stunned: "Difficult? What does this mean?"

First say "good", and then say "difficult"?

[Good] [Difficult].

So difficult?

The young Taoist understood the meaning of the girl's message. By trying so hard to convey the message, did he mean that the spell was too difficult?

This seemed to exceed his expectations. Since he was young, he had witnessed many evils in people's hearts, and the young Taoist who had always restrained his emotions couldn't help but hold the sweet osmanthus cake and stand in the world of mortals. Laughing softly.

The young Taoist chewed the bun, thought for a while, and then wrote down.

"I have made a breakthrough in my cultivation."

"When I go back, I may be able to use the [circular light manifestation method] normally this time."

"I'll teach you, it's not difficult."