The new specially hired alchemist, Mr. Li, is very strange.
It wasn't because of anything he did or said, it was because of nothing he did or said. Everything he did was so normal that it was weird.
According to Young Master Yang's initial evaluation, Mr. Li must have some ulterior motive, which is why he traveled all the way to the immortal ruins.
Otherwise, who would come to this godforsaken place for no reason
But, a year has passed, and Mr. Li has not made any special moves. He has a purpose, but no action, so he is too strange.
At the cultivator market in Linxian City, Young Master Yang squatted in front of a stall selling spiritual herbs. He picked up a ginseng grass and looked at it carefully. He casually asked Fang Si behind him: "What did he do today?"
Shopkeeper Fang Sifang knew who he was asking about, and quickly bowed and replied:
"He was reading in his room all morning, and it was not until noon when an alchemist came to his room for help that he followed the alchemist out of the room and into the alchemy room... He is still in the alchemy room, helping the alchemist find the cause."
"Which alchemist?"
"Second-rank alchemist, Sun Minghui."
"What book are you reading?" The ginseng in his hand was of poor quality, so Young Master Yang threw it down in disgust, clapped his hands, stood up, and continued to walk forward.
"He has always read a lot of different books, all kinds of books." Fang Si followed Young Master Yang and answered every question he asked. "He has been reading about techniques related to enchantment these days. This morning he read "The Immortal Sound Attracting the Heart", a technique that uses sound to enchant people."
“Charming technique?” Young Master Yang laughed and said slowly, “I heard that when he was in the Tianlan Sea of the Tianhai Region, he became very close to the Saint Lady there because of the Golden Cloud Spiritual Pattern Pill.
“Last year, before he came to the Immortal Relics Land, the saint girl started a rebellion due to her short life span and then died.
"Could it be that he came to the Immortal Land just for that Saint Girl?"
"He should know the Saint's secret, right?" Fang Si thought, and replied, "He wouldn't have developed feelings for a Saint. It's hard to find an alchemist who can refine a sixth-grade elixir, but there are plenty of beautiful Saints with natural charm. After watching him for a year, his alchemy skills are indeed very high... With his skills, there is no woman he can't get."
"Who knows?" Young Master Yang curled his lips. "People are all mean, and there are many men who want to take prostitutes home. Maybe he really has feelings for the saint who is like a prostitute, and he wants to take her home.
"Emotions, what a great thing! Perhaps because of the Saint's death, he will want to revive the Saint, to avenge her, to destroy the world for her.
"Oh! Who knows?"
Young Master Yang's hostility towards Mr. Li was all subjective and unfounded. In view of Mr. Li's good character, Fang Si finally couldn't help it. He looked at Young Master Yang and said carefully:
"Master, is there a possibility that Mr. Li was simply transferred to the Immortal Relics Land by the headquarters? Or, as he said, he came to the Immortal Relics Land to provide technical support for the water-based alchemy.
"And not for any other purpose."
Young Master Yang smiled when he heard this, turned around and glanced at Fang Si, and said, "I can tell right from the person like him, his purpose is definitely not simple."
Although Young Master Yang's eyes were calm, Fang Si suddenly became silent, lowered his head and dared not speak.
He could only sympathize with Mr. Li in his heart. He was inexplicably targeted by Young Master Yang. So, he had bad intentions, but he also had bad intentions.
Qin Ran humbly helped the female alchemist named Sun Minghui solve the problem, consolidating his image as a good person. He also righteously rejected her suggestion of warming his bed, and then left the alchemy area.
It was already evening, and he thought that he hadn't gone out for a drink for a few days. He did not go back to his room, but used the teleportation function of his identity token, went straight out of the base, and came to Linxian City.
He found a restaurant he often went to, asked for a seat by the window, ordered a few dishes that suited his taste, sat down quietly, and stared blankly at the people coming and going outside the window.
It has been almost a year since he returned to the Immortal Land, and just as Young Master Yang had seen, he had done nothing.
Why didn't you do anything
On the one hand, it was to lower Young Master Yang's vigilance. He was under 360-degree surveillance without blind spots, and he knew it. On the other hand, doing nothing did not mean that he did nothing.
At least, up to now, he dared to guarantee that, except for Young Master Yang, no one in this branch would be hostile to him.
The character of a good guy is so useful.
Of course, the most important thing is that he has not received any notification from the main body.
He came back to help the original body clean up the mess. He did what the original body didn't want to do and what the original body didn't dare to do.
So when to act depends on the entity.
If the original body doesn't come to notify him, he might stay in the Immortal Relics Land for a few years, do nothing, and then return to the Seven Islands of the Tianhai Region.
… He’s always been a good guy.
The information transmission between the clone and the main body is one-way. The main body can obtain all the information of the clone, can communicate with the clone, and can perform all the operations on the clone.
But the clone cannot have any reverse operations.
Therefore, the main body must know that he has returned; the main body also knows the reason for his return. So the main body should inform him when and what to do.
If the entity doesn't notify him, it means it doesn't need him.
So he was not in a hurry at all.
The waiter brought the dishes, and he came to his senses and ordered more wine.
A man drank and ate slowly. He finished his drink and ate his food, eating cleanly without wasting a single bit.
Quite pleasant actually.
He paid the bill, left the restaurant, humming Li Bai's "Drinking Song", and joined the crowd coming and going, just like millions of ordinary people in this city.
The wine in Linxian City is spiritual wine. Even monks can get drunk. Qin Ran was slightly tipsy. Taking advantage of the summer night breeze, he walked through the noisy crowd and walked out of Linxian City. He walked on the gravel road and headed towards the base under the moonlight.
"When I sing, the moon lingers; when I dance, my shadow is scattered." He muttered drunkenly.
He has been living in the Immortal Relics Land for nearly a year, and this has been the rhythm of his life.
I read in my room, made elixirs in the base, and occasionally went to Linxian City to drink and eat, and then walked back alone after eating. It was actually comfortable and peaceful.
Crickets are chirping by the path on a summer night, and in the distant woods there are night birds chirping and wolves howling. Above the head, the night sky is also filled with white clouds, shining stars, and a bright moon.
Walking on such a road, with the cool evening breeze blowing, he became even more tipsy.
He looked up at the starry sky and howled again with his hoarse voice, pointing at the stars and singing: "Hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking up at the sky, see the stars, one, two, three, four... seven, eight, nine stars connected into a line..."
The sound was little better than the howling of a wolf in the distance.
He was counting the stars in confusion when an idea suddenly popped into his mind: find a way to avoid surveillance and come to see me.
The chaotic song stopped, the stars stopped counting, the tipsy state gradually faded away, his eyes became deep and no longer gentle, his expression became serious, and he looked in the direction of Daojianmen.
“Are we going to start?”
Under the starry sky, he cast a spell and flew back to the base of the "Yuan" organization.