Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 328: Actions Cannot Be Disguised
The old man and the young man were not unfamiliar to Lin Yi. One was an elder of the Wan family, who had come to the roadside shop outside Chixialing with Wan Qingshan. Among the three people who besieged Ye Yu, there was this person. The young man should be Wan Qingshan's son, named Wan Ziping, who was at the eighth level of Qi training.
But who was that charming woman, and where were these three people going, was not known to others.
Lin Yi knew that if he was recognized by the other party just now, the elder of the Wan family would definitely not let him go. There was an inexplicable feud between him and the Wan family, but Ye Yu's death and his own serious injury made this feud become an endless struggle. There is a long way to go, so let's settle this account slowly! Senior Ye Yu, don't worry! One day, I will let the Wan family suffer the consequences of their own actions!
Lin Yi and Ye Yu's acquaintance was purely accidental. A wolf-tooth sword crossed countless miles, implicating him and the other party in a century of love and hatred. He was grateful for the deep affection between Ye Yu and Fang Qiaoer, and was even more moved by Ye Yu's devotion and persistence. The other party not only saved his life, but also entrusted him with his affairs after his death.
The reason for this move may be that they got along well with each other, or it may be the other party's helplessness before his death. As for what happened, Lin Yi didn't want to think too much. Although the two had only met a few times, it was not enough for someone to entrust his death to him?
After leaving the secret immortal square, Lin Yi confirmed that no one was following him around, and then he used the wind control technique to move forward.
Half a month later, a market town appeared in front of Lin Yi, which was Danyang Town outside Zhengyang Sect.
Walking on the streets of Danyang Town, looking at the shops lined up on both sides, and the lively restaurants and teahouses, the faint noise made Lin Yi feel as if he was in the distant Taiping Town.
Among the people coming and going around him, there were cultivators and mortals. Whether cultivators or mortals, they were all calm. All this surprised Lin Yi. He didn't expect that there were so many mortals in Guiling Valley, but when he thought of the families hiding in the mountains, he was relieved.
There are also monks who have families, and their children are not necessarily all monks. The situation in Danyang Town must be like this. These monks and ordinary people can live in peace with each other, presenting a harmonious scene, which is still pleasing to see. At least in Lin Yi's heart, he has no contempt for the so-called mortals.
After walking on the street for a while, he looked up and saw a bun shop in front of him, and Lin Yi walked in. The shop is very small, with only two or three low tables, and an old couple guarding the stove in front of the door. The steamer was steaming, and occasionally passers-by would drop two coins, and the old couple would smile and diligently serve the freshly steamed buns. The buns were wrapped in a kind of emerald green cattail leaves, which made them even more delicious and tempting.
There was only one diner in the shop, an old man in ordinary clothes. Someone was sitting at a low table nearby. He ate the buns in his hand without even raising his eyes.
Lin Yi glanced at the old man, but didn't take it seriously. He ordered a basket of buns and tasted them. The buns were delicious, and he couldn't tell what the filling was. He ate them sweetly and even called them delicious!
The old couple was pleased to see the guests' praise, and sent another dish of side dishes. When he was enjoying the meal, Lin Yi took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip.
"Young man, the purple gold gourd is good!" The old man on the side suddenly said something out of the blue.
It had been a long time since he had felt so comfortable. When Lin Yi was about to stretch out his chopsticks to taste the side dishes sent by the old shopkeeper, he heard this sentence and was startled. He looked at the unremarkable old man with surprise.
It was nothing for the purple gold gourd to be recognized by others, but at this time, Lin Yi still looked like a middle-aged man, and the young man's address was obviously directed at him. Can this old man see through the illusion?
Lin Yi couldn't help but put down his bamboo chopsticks and looked at the other person again.
The old man was wearing ordinary soap-colored cloth, with gray hair and beard, and a thin face. There was nothing strange about him, and there was no spiritual fluctuation. He didn't look like a cultivator at all.
"Don't think about it. At my age, it's okay for me to call you a young man." The old man swallowed another bun, patted his stomach with satisfaction, and said to himself: "The meat of this mountain rhino is made into buns, which is really delicious! I haven't eaten it for a long time! I can't give up the desire for food!"
"This guest is really knowledgeable! This mountain rhino meat was sent by my kid. Ordinary people only know that the buns are delicious, but they can't guess what the filling is!" The old shopkeeper took the opportunity to echo, and after serving a pot of hot tea, he couldn't help but show off the origin of the mountain rhino meat in front of the guests.
The old shopkeeper's ancestor was also a cultivator of the Zhengyang Sect. When it came to his generation, he thought he could only be a mortal. Unexpectedly, his beloved son became a cultivator and often brought back some rare mountain delicacies. The old couple has been running a bun shop for a lifetime. Although they are old, they are still in good health. They still can't sit idle, so they make bun fillings with rare things such as mountain rhinoceros sent by their son. The buns are delicious and have become famous in the neighborhood. Occasionally, there will be cultivators coming to eat.
At this time, Lin Yi was already bored with buns. He saw that the old man didn't take him seriously at all, and he hesitated in his heart and wanted to leave.
"Your purple gold gourd can't hold much wine without being refined!" The old man seemed to be full. After chatting with the shopkeeper for a while, he turned around and looked at Lin Yi with a casual expression.
Can the purple gold gourd be refined? After hearing this, Lin Yi's mind turned for a while, and he nodded to the old man with a smile.
"Can I taste your wine?" The old man's tone was casual, yet irresistible.
Lin Yi didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand and handed over the gourd. After the old man took the purple gold gourd, he gently raised his head. Before the gourd touched his lips, the wine inside was sucked clean by it.
"Good wine! It's a pity that there is too little!" The old man shook the wine gourd with unfulfilled interest, played with it for a while, and then threw it back to the other party. With a smile of unknown meaning on his face, he added: "Lingshi brewing wine? Haha! You can think of it. Is there anything else?"
Lin Yi nodded silently, took out a ten-pound wine jar and handed it over.
The old man laughed happily, took out a small piece of spiritual stone and threw it to the shopkeeper. Then he took the wine jar and said with a smile: "Young man is smart, I like it. Haha, I don't want to drink your wine for free. Let's go!" With that, he He picked up the wine jar and walked away, leaving Lin Yi sitting at the low table, lost in thought alone.
After a while, Lin Yi came back to his senses and asked the old shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, do you need to pay with spirit stones?"
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "If it's convenient for you, sir, you can do whatever you want. A few buns are worthless."
Ordinary people use gold and silver to pay their bills, but monks use spiritual stones? Just do as the Romans do! Lin Yi took out a spiritual stone and handed it to the shopkeeper. When he returned to the street, the old man eating the buns was gone.
Touching the purple gold gourd hanging under his waist, the shock in his heart had not disappeared, but Lin Yi couldn't help but secretly let out a long sigh. At this time, the Purple Gold Gourd seems to be the same as before, but inside it is a completely different world that has been recreated. The original gourd could only hold one kilogram of wine, but now it is much larger inside, and it can hold a hundred kilograms of wine!
Master! Unexpectedly, that old man with an ordinary appearance, who was no different from a mortal, could be such a fairy-like figure!
Just by playing with it, the purple gold gourd was changed so drastically that no one could even notice it. Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Lin Yi's back. He firmly believed that the old man had definitely seen through his phantom magic. So, what kind of cultivation level did this man have? Could it be that he is the founder of the golden elixir stage?
Although the old man had no ill intentions, Lin Yi still had inexplicable heart palpitations, and was no longer interested in the street scene in front of him. He hurriedly walked out of the town, towards the immortal sect he wanted to join...
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