"Speaking of today's national teacher, he can be said to be a dragon and a phoenix among men, a man of outstanding talent! On the day that the national teacher was born, no cattle, sheep, or beasts would kneel down on the vast grassland. The red clouds in the sky were like fire, and there was thunder ring!"
There are all kinds of people sitting in the lobby of the teahouse. The storyteller is eloquent and eloquent at that table, and the sound of the chopping board makes the tea splash on the table. His expression was rich and exaggerated, but no one dared to laugh offstage. Most people are full of admiration.
Master Guoshi was born in the Dajing tribe, but made his fortune in Ci'an City. After the first emperor pacified Jingdu, the southern capital, the National Teacher also moved the National Teacher's Mansion to Ci'an City. Thinking about it, the Battle of Ci'an City was of great significance to him. Of course, Master Guoshi is stationed at the altar of Lutian all the year round, and he can't get away from him, so the National Teacher's Mansion also has one in Jingdu.
"These visions of heaven and earth alarmed the late emperor, so the late emperor ordered people to search for the place where all things worshiped, and found a baby under the altar of Lutian! This baby is terrible! It has white beard and hair, vertical eyes on the forehead, and a Eight feet tall…”
"Puchi...!"
The storyteller was talking about the rise, and his saliva was splashing, but at this moment, there was a chuckle in the lobby. The laughter was not loud, but it was crisp, delicate and sweet.
"Who dares to be disrespectful to Master Guoshi!" The storyteller's face changed drastically, and he slapped the chopping board with shaking hands.
The original chatter in the teahouse also stopped. The tea drinkers looked around for the source of the laughter.
"It's not my disrespect, but sir, your story is too absurd..." There was a ragged little beggar squatting at the door of the teahouse, his body was covered in dust, but his face was extremely beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, as gorgeous as a peach blossom. .
When the storyteller saw that this person was just a beggar but was beautiful, he thought to himself that the restaurant on the opposite side probably sent him to smash the scene, and the opposite side was really stupid, so he wouldn't paint his face black before making trouble.
His complexion darkened: "It turned out to be a beggar! Leave quickly, and I will save you from being imprisoned!"
"No, no, Dajing Prison is under the supervision of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs. You must be a scholar without an official position in a green shirt? This is an overreaching, and it is disrespectful!" The beggar was not afraid, and laughed. Bite back.
The tea guests were all watching the excitement, the storyteller couldn't get off the stage, so with a wave of his hand, several short-dressed men walked towards the beggar. It seemed that he wanted to drive her away forcibly.
The beggar was petite, and was picked up in a few strokes. Those men were about to throw her out, but someone suddenly shouted: "Be merciful!"
The thugs didn't know why, but they saw a scholar walking slowly from a certain table by the window, dressed in su bird frost fur, he seemed to be from a wealthy family.
"Men, please be merciful." The scholar seemed to be walking unhappily, but he appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye, and slipped something into their arms while apologizing, "My sister doesn't know etiquette, my lords Don't blame me yet."
These big men are low-class servants. When have they been called "adults"? Feeling something hard in his bosom again, his heart fluttered, his hands loosened, and he let the beggar down.
"Sister, it's all right if you lose your temper with me, why run away from home, I'm so anxious to find my brother..." The scholar said in tears, which was deeply touching.
The tea guests also nodded as if they had suddenly realized that it seemed that there was an awkward situation between the brothers and sisters, and the younger sister ran away from home and was found by the older brother.
The scholar nodded towards the table where he was sitting just now, and said softly: "Since my sister has been found, let's go first, Qing'er?"
At the table by the window sat a tall and strong man, and a thin and small child. The child closed his eyes and didn't eat in front of him, he just held a small lamp in his arms and remained silent.
After listening to the scholar's words, the child nodded, and lightly patted the stunned big man next to him. The big man stood up slowly and put the child on his shoulders.
The group left the teahouse calmly.
The place where the few people stayed was in the inn next door, and the scholar half-dragged the beggar and got her into the room.
"Look, because of such a beggar, I didn't even finish the sweet and sour fish dish just now." The scholar closed the door, sat down angrily, and complained.
The beggar was thrown on the ground casually by him, and let out a muffled groan. Her complexion was not very good-looking, and when the scholar touched her just now, a cold air seeped into her body, she couldn't move at all, and she couldn't call for help.
"You look like this, and you are still coveting your appetite." Yun Qing said coldly.
At this moment, the beggar already understood that it was the child in front of him who let that weird scholar kidnap him. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't utter a word.
"I'm different from you." Song Liyou was displeased, he stayed with Yun Qing for a few days but never saw her eat, "Speaking of which, why are you bigu?"
"Cut the hair and wash the marrow." Yun Qing replied briefly.
Song Liyou frowned. Cutting hair and washing marrow is very easy to do with external force, he believes that Yun Qing will not be without such treasures. Nowadays, most of the cultivators also use the treasures of heaven and earth to escape from the mortal body in one fell swoop. For them, the most difficult thing is Lingtai Qingming.
However, the ancient monks were not. They often go hand in hand with self-cultivation and self-cultivation. The cutting and washing of the marrow by the ancient monks was not completed at one time, but gradually progressed over a long period of time. As the saying goes, "the bones are washed once every three thousand years, and the skin and hair are peeled once every two thousand years." This is completely different from the current simple removal of impurities.
After all, the so-called impurities can never be completely absent. Thousands of years of continuous refinement and purification can make the physical body incredibly strong.
In this way, Yun Qing followed the path of the ancient monks who "swallowed their breath" and did not rely on external forces at all. From this tiny step, Song Liyou could see the gap between other ascetics and Yun Qing, and became more wary of Yun Qing.
Most of those who have such great perseverance and ambitious goals are not ordinary.
Here Yun Qing noticed that the beggar on the ground twisted around but couldn't speak, so she frowned and said: "You untie the restraint, I have something to say to her."
Song Liyou's thoughts were interrupted, and he was a little annoyed when he heard Yun Qing's words: "Don't order me anymore, or Grandpa, I will turn around and leave!"
"Untie it." Yun Qing still said in the same tone, "Don't waste my time."
Song Liyou's expression changed a few times, but finally he released the restraint for the beggar.
"Help... um!" The beggar was covered by Yun Qing as soon as he opened his mouth.
Yun Qing squatted in front of her. Although her eyes were closed, the beggar felt like she was being seen through.
"In the teahouse, I smelled the fragrance of medicine on your body." Yun Qing leaned close to her and sniffed, "That's right, it is indeed the fragrance of medicine."
The beggar twisted his body in panic, trying to escape her oppression.
"What are you afraid of? I need something from you. You should be happy." Yun Qing smiled softly, "Stop yelling, 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 opened her mouth and said, "It's terrible if you ask for me! To be honest, you are hopeless."
"Oh, did you guess what I want you to do?" Yun Qing's face didn't change at all when he heard "You are hopeless".
"You said that I smell like medicine, so what else can I do except seek medical treatment?" Qi'er's eyes were bright, she was a little flustered, and looked pitiful.
Yun Qing nodded: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you if you say it directly? If you lie to me, maybe I can still ask you to heal my wounds."
"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's an incomparably beautiful daughter, what a pity, what a pity... If Grandpa two hundred years ago, I would still have accepted you as a cauldron."
The beggar was pinched and hurt, his body was so cold that he was going stiff, and he looked at Song Liyou with watery eyes. She didn't dare to ask the child on one side for help. Although it looked like the child was calling the shots, that person was far more terrifying than the scholar.
"It doesn't matter how beautiful you are, that guy is blind and can't see you." Song Liyou said viciously when she saw her gaze drifting towards Yun Qing.
"Okay." Yun Qing said suddenly, putting her hand on Song Liyou's wrist. The beggar felt the cold air dissipate in an instant.
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 blazing and corrosive breath pouring into his body, and when the breath stagnated and his hands were loosened, the beggar fell to the ground. His face darkened, if he felt the true energy just now, it should be the big sun and black sky wheel. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Yun Qing had already cultivated his true energy, and he didn't even notice it when he was with him day and night!
"You carry the medical heritage?" Yun Qing stroked the beggar's chin, trying to dispel Song Liyou's energy for her.
She knew from the time she was in the teahouse that the beggar had what she wanted. Those who have obtained the heavenly book can know everything. Although she is still far away from this step, but after careful investigation, she can still know what she wants after paying some price.
Her physical condition was terrible, like a piece of decayed wood, although nothing could be seen on the surface, but it was riddled with holes inside. So the most important thing for her is to find someone with a medical heritage to take care of her first.
For the past few days, she has been using the heavenly book to investigate, but she did not expect to meet such a beautiful woman full of medicinal fragrance in the teahouse. So she just kept on doing nothing and letting Song Liyou snatch him away.
"It's not medical skills..." The beggar was a little afraid of her.
"It's okay, get up and talk slowly." Yun Qing let go of her hand, got up and poured tea into a square inch cup, and then handed it to her, "Suppress the shock."
Song Liyou had already sat down and was drinking tea, seeing this scene almost spit out water. This guy Yun Qing is too unreliable, he actually pours water for people with a magic weapon. He didn't know that Xie Yao had also drank water from a cup.
The beggar got up from the ground and sat on the empty chair nearby. Her sitting posture is not like those of the ladies of the big family, and her legs are crossed, which is somewhat rough, but with that face, she is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.
"Let's talk." Yun Qing's voice could not hear much ups and downs, but the beggar was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, and she nodded vigorously with a mournful face.
"I am Zheng Zhenzhen, a disciple of the Temple of Heaven in Ci'an City..."
Song Li was worried that Zheng Zhenzhen's name was really a mouthful, 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." Said the girl who claimed to be Zheng Zhenzhen.
"The Temple of Heaven? I didn't expect you to be a member of the Seven Great Sacred Grounds, but you are the direct descendant of the Temple of Heaven?" 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'm an outer disciple! There are less than ten direct disciples in Lu Tiantan, and all of them have entered the Tao. How could they be captured so easily by you!" The beggar rolled his eyes, "You just said... I 'Also' is a person from the Seven Great Holy Lands, what's the explanation?"
Song Liyou looked at Yun Qing.
"I came from the Hundred Thousand Mountains." Yun Qing raised his hand habitually to touch the square inch lamp, but found that his hand was empty, and then realized that he had just handed the square inch lamp to the beggar.
"Then ask senior sister to let me go in terms of fellowship..." The beggar was overjoyed, took Yun Qing's hand and said affectionately. She is really shameless, regardless of her age, she just called her senior sister.
"Didn't you hear clearly? I came from Nanban Shiwan Dashan, and you are a disciple of Lutian Temple in Zhongnan. How do you think we are from the same sect?" Yun Qing was noncommittal.
"The Seven Great Sacred Lands have always vented their anger through one nostril...ah no, they have always shared the same hatred... that..." Zheng Zhenzhen saw her so indifferent, and said hastily.
"Mianfenglang and Guiling Temple fought less often? Have you read about the battle between Moling and Shenyinmen? Besides, it's not once or twice that a hundred thousand mountains attacked and killed people..." At this point, Yunqing's face There was a smile on the face, "Ten thousand steps back, you are just an outer disciple of a branch altar in a remote town, even if I kill you, can I still trouble the hundred thousand mountains?"
Zheng Zhenzhen grabbed her hand in a daze, and after a while cried "wow": "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die! I haven't even seen Master Guoshi before I went to the mirror..."
Both Yun Qing and Song Liyou were stunned, they didn't expect her reaction to be so big, and what she cared about was not the death, but the fact that she had never seen that miraculous national teacher.
"Then you can go to the mirror with me?" Yun Qing chuckled, her gloomy breath was finally not so obvious.
Zheng Zhenzhen was dazed by this smile: "But...but I really can't cure 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 accompany you to settle the matter here, and then...you will follow me to Jingdu, how about it?" Yun Qing understood, she knew the mess of this beauty from the first time she saw Zheng Zhenzhen.