"Speaking of the current Imperial Master, he can be said to be a dragon or a phoenix among men, a very talented person! On the day when the Imperial Master was born, no cattle, sheep, or beasts on the vast grassland could kneel down. en8. The red clouds in the sky were like fire, Thunder!”
There were all kinds of people sitting in the lobby of the teahouse. The storyteller was eloquent at the table, and the sound of the chopping board made tea splash on the table. His expressions were rich and exaggerated, but no one in the audience dared to laugh. Most people look on with admiration.
Master Guoshi was born in the Dajing tribe, but made his fortune in Ci'an City. After the late emperor conquered Jingdu, the southern capital, the Imperial Preceptor also moved the Imperial Preceptor's Office to Ci'an City. Thinking about it, the battle in Ci'an City was also of great significance to him. Of course, the Imperial Master is stationed at the Lutian Holy Altar all year round and cannot escape from it, so the Imperial Master's Office also has one in Jingdu.
"These visions of heaven and earth alarmed the late emperor, so he ordered his people to search for the place where all things worship, and found a baby under the altar of Lu Tian! This baby is incredible! The beard and hair are all white, and there are vertical eyes on the forehead. About eight feet tall…”
"Puch...!"
The storyteller was talking about the origin of the story, saliva splashing everywhere, but at this moment a chuckle came from the lobby. The laughter was not loud, but it was crisp, charming and sweet.
"Who dares to be disrespectful to the Imperial Master!" Mr. Storyteller's face changed drastically, and he slapped the chopping board hard with shaking hands.
The small conversations in the teahouse also stopped. The tea drinkers looked around to find the source of the laughter.
"It's not that I'm disrespectful, but sir, your story is too absurd..." A little beggar in tattered clothes squatted at the door of the teahouse. His body was covered with dust, but his face was extremely beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, as beautiful as peach blossoms. .
When the storyteller saw that this man was just a beggar but was beautiful, he thought that he was probably sent by the restaurant opposite to cause trouble. The person opposite was really stupid and would not paint his face black before causing trouble.
His face darkened: "It turns out you are a beggar! Leave quickly and I will save you from jail!"
"No, no, the matters in Dajing Prison are under the supervision of the Ministry of Punishment. You, wearing a green shirt, must be just a scholar without an official position? These words are overstepping the bounds and are extremely disrespectful!" The beggar was not afraid and laughed. Then he took a bite.
The tea guests were watching the excitement, but the storyteller couldn't get off the stage, so with a wave of his hand, several men in short clothes walked towards the beggar. It seemed that he wanted to drive her away by force.
The beggar was petite and was picked up in a few strokes. The men were about to throw her out when someone suddenly shouted: "Be merciful!"
Several thugs didn't know what was going on, but they saw a scholar slowly walking towards a table by the window. He was wearing a bird's frost fur and he looked like he came from a wealthy family.
"Please show mercy." The scholar seemed to be walking slowly, but he appeared in front of a few people in the blink of an eye. He secretly stuffed something into their arms and apologized, "My sister doesn't know etiquette. How many adults?" Don’t blame me yet.”
These big men are all low-class servants. When have they ever been called "Sir"? He touched something hard in his arms again, his heart felt relaxed, his hands relaxed, and he let the beggar down.
"Sister, it's okay for you to get angry with me. Why run away from home? I'm worried about my brother..." The scholar said with tears streaming down his face, which was deeply touching.
The tea guests also nodded as if they suddenly understood. It seemed that there was a quarrel between the brother and sister, and the younger sister ran away from home but was found by her older brother.
The scholar nodded towards the table where he just sat and said softly: "Since my sister has been found, let's go first, Qing'er?"
There was also a tall and majestic man sitting at the table by the window, and a skinny little child. en8. The child had his eyes closed, and there was no food in front of him. He just held a small cup and remained silent.
After listening to the scholar's words, the child nodded and gently patted the dazed man next to him. The big man stood up slowly and put the child on his shoulders.
The group of people left the teahouse calmly.
The place where the few people stayed was in the inn next door. The scholar half dragged the beggar into the room.
"Look, for such a beggar, I didn't even finish the sweet and sour fish." The scholar closed the door, sat down angrily, and started to complain.
The beggar was thrown to the ground by him and let out a muffled groan. She didn't look good. As soon as the scholar touched her, a cold air seeped into her body. She couldn't move at all, nor could she call for help.
"You're already like this and why are you craving for food?" Yun Qing said coldly.
At this time, Beggar already understood that it was the child in front of him who asked the strange scholar to kidnap him. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"I am different from you." Song Li was unhappy. He had been with Yun Qing for a few days but had never seen her eat. "Why are you fasting?"
"Cut the hair and cleanse the marrow." Yun Qing replied briefly.
Song Liyou frowned. It is easy to cut off the hair and cleanse the marrow by external force. He believes that Yun Qing will not be without such treasures. Nowadays, most people who practice Taoism borrow heavenly materials and earthly treasures to escape from the mortal body in one fell swoop. For them, the most difficult thing is the Qingming Festival at the Lingtai.
However, this was not the case with the monks of ancient times. They often go hand in hand with self-cultivation and character cultivation. The ancient monks' cutting off the hair and cleansing the marrow was not completed at one time, but gradually progressed over a long period of time. As the saying goes, "It takes three thousand years to cleanse the bones and cleanse the marrow, and it takes two thousand years to peel off the skin and cut off the hair." This is completely different from simply removing impurities now.
After all, so-called impurities can never be completely absent. Thousands of years of continuous refining and purification can make the physical body incredibly powerful.
In this way, Yun Qing followed the path of the ancient monks of "eating food and swallowing energy" without any external help. From this tiny step, Song Liyou could tell the difference between other cultivators and Yun Qing, and became increasingly wary of Yun Qing.
Most people who have such great perseverance and ambitious goals are not ordinary.
Here, Yun Qing noticed that the beggar on the ground was twisting and turning but could not speak, so she frowned and said: "You release the restraint, I have something to say to her."
Song Liyou's thoughts were interrupted, and he became a little angry when he heard Yun Qing's words: "Don't call me around again, or grandpa, I will turn around and leave!"
"Untie it." Yun Qing said in the same tone, "Don't waste my time."
Song Liyou's expression changed several times, but he finally released the beggar's restraint.
"Help... ugh!" As soon as the beggar opened his mouth, Yun Qing covered his mouth.
Yun Qing squatted in front of her. Although his eyes were closed, the beggar felt like he was being seen through.
"In the teahouse, I smelled the aroma of medicine on your body." Yun Qing leaned over and sniffed her, "That's right, it is indeed the aroma of medicine."
The beggar twisted his body in panic, trying to escape from her oppression.
"What are you afraid of? You should be happy that I'm asking for something from you." Yun Qing smiled gently, "Stop shouting loudly, I don't like making noise."
The beggar felt a chill in her heart and nodded quickly. Yun Qing let go of her hand. She took a deep breath and said, "It's scary that you have to ask me for help! To be honest, you are hopeless."
"Oh, have you guessed what I want you to do?" Yun Qing's expression did not change at all after hearing the words "You are hopeless."
"You said I smell like medicine. What else can you do besides seeking treatment from me?" Beggar's eyes were bright, he was a little flustered, and he looked pitiful.
Yun Qing nodded: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you if you tell me directly? If you lied to me, maybe I can still provide for you to nurse my injuries."
"But you are hopeless, why should I lie to you?" The beggar begged, his voice trembling slightly, "Don't kill me, I haven't lived enough yet."
Song Liyou pinched her chin and lifted her up: "She is an extremely beautiful girl. It's a pity, it's a pity... If grandpa two hundred years ago, I could have taken you as a furnace."
The beggar was pinched and his body was so cold that he was almost stiff. He looked at Song Liyou with watery eyes. She didn't dare ask the child on her side for help. Although it looked like the child was making the decision, his aura was much scarier than the scholar's.
"No matter how beautiful you are, it's useless. That guy is blind and can't see you." Song Liyou said viciously when he saw her eyes drifting towards Yun Qing.
"Okay." Yun Qing suddenly said, putting his hand on Song Liyou's wrist. The beggar felt that the cold air dissipated instantly.
Yun Qing signaled Song Liyou to let go of the beggar: "Don't strangle her to death, I'm still useful."
Song Liyou felt a corrosive and fiery aura pouring into his body. His breath stagnated and his hands loosened, and the beggar fell to the ground. His face darkened. If the true energy he felt just now was correct, it should be the Great Sun and Black Heavenly Wheel. Unexpectedly, Yun Qing had already cultivated his true energy in just a few days, and yet he didn't realize it when he spent time with her day and night!
"Do you have the inheritance of medical knowledge?" Yun Qing touched the beggar's chin and helped her dissipate Song Liyou's energy.
When she was in the teahouse, she knew that this beggar had something she wanted. The person who obtains the Heavenly Book can understand all things. Although she is still far away from this step, she can still know what she wants after careful exploration and paying some price.
Her physical condition was in terrible condition, like a piece of wood that was rotten. Although nothing could be seen on the surface, it was riddled with holes on the inside. So the most important thing for her is to find someone with a medical heritage to raise her first.
She had been using the Heavenly Book to explore in the past few days, but she didn't expect to meet such a beautiful woman who was full of medicinal fragrance in the teahouse. It was said that she got it without any effort. So she simply refused to do anything and let Song Liyou snatch him away.
"It's not medicine..." The beggar was a little afraid of her.
"It's okay, get up and speak slowly." Yun Qing let go of his hand, stood up, poured tea into a square cup, and handed it to her, "It's calming down."
Song Liyou had already sat down and was drinking tea. He almost spit out a mouthful of water when he saw this scene. Yun Qing is so unreliable that he actually uses magic weapons to pour water for people. He didn't know that Xie Yao had also drank water poured out of a square inch cup.
The beggar got up from the ground and sat on the empty chair next to him. Her sitting posture is not like those of ladies, with her legs crossed and she looks a bit rough, but with that face, it is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.
"Say it." Yun Qing's voice could not be heard to have much fluctuation, but the beggar was frightened into a cold sweat, and she nodded vigorously with a sad face.
"I am Zheng Zhenzhen, a disciple of Lutian Temple in Ci'an City..."
Song Li worriedly thought that the name Zheng Zhenzhen was really hard to pronounce, and he didn't know if it was his real name. Speaking of which, I don't know if she made up the name Yun Qing.
"I practice the lineage of Lu Tiantan, but I specialize in medicine." The girl who calls herself Zheng Zhenzhen said.
"Lu Tiantan? I didn't expect that you are also a member of the Seven Holy Lands, but you are the direct descendant of Lu Tiantan?" Song Liyou was a little surprised, and he didn't forget to glance at Yun Qing, but unfortunately he couldn't see any clues.
"Of course not, I am an outer disciple! There are less than ten direct disciples of this generation in Lutian Temple, and all of them have already entered Taoism. How could they be captured so easily by you!" The beggar rolled his eyes, "You just said... I 'Ye' is a person from the Seven Holy Lands, how do you interpret this?"
Song Liyou looked at Yun Qing.
"I come from the Shiwan Mountain." Yun Qing raised his hand to touch the square inch lamp out of habit, but found that his hand was empty. Only then did he realize that he had just handed the square inch lamp to the beggar.
"Then, senior sister, please let me go for the sake of our friendship..." The beggar was overjoyed, took Yun Qing's hand and said affectionately. She was really shameless, and she didn't care about her age, so she just called her senior sister.
"Didn't you hear clearly? I come from Nanman Shiwanda Mountain, and you are a disciple of Zhongnan Lu Tiantan. Why do you think we are from the same sect?" Yun Qing was noncommittal.
"The Seven Holy Lands have always vented their anger through the same nostril... Ah no, they have always shared the same hatred... That..." Zheng Zhenzhen said hurriedly when he saw her being so cold.
"How many fights did Mianfenglang and Guiling Temple have? Have you read about the battle between Moling and Shenyinmen? Besides, it's not just once or twice that a hundred thousand mountains attacked the murderous people..." At this point, Yun Qing's face There was a smile on his face, "Ten thousand steps back, you are just an outer disciple of a branch in a remote town. Even if I kill you in the Temple of Heaven, can you still cause trouble for a hundred thousand mountains?"
Zheng Zhenzhen held her hand in a daze, and after a moment she cried "Wow": "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die! I haven't seen the Imperial Master in the mirror yet..."
Yun Qing and Song Liyou were both stunned. They didn't expect her to react so strongly, and what she cared about was not her death but the fact that she had never seen the miraculous Imperial Master.
"Then how about you come with me to the mirror?" Yun Qing chuckled, and his gloomy aura was finally not so obvious.
Zheng Zhenzhen was a little dazed by this smile: "But... But I really can't heal you."
"It's okay, as long as we can maintain the status quo." Yun Qing said tolerantly.
"But here at the Temple of Heaven..." Zheng Zhenzhen was still very uneasy.
"We can help you solve the matter here, and then... you will follow me north to Jingdu, how about it?" Yun Qing was heartbroken. She knew the mess on this beauty from the first moment she saw Zheng Zhenzhen.