Chapter 248: Something to Discuss

Under Qin Ping's criticism, Chu Yu and Meng Li nodded their heads again and again, and both expressed their admiration for Elder Minglan.

"Oh, no, no, young people, they always have to pursue these things, if they are all like me, an old thing, without desires and desires, where they can progress, how can they have the motivation to practice. It's okay. Ming Lan smiled and comforted Meng Li and Chu Yu.

In addition to this wellhead, there is only a small bamboo forest left in the whole yard, this bamboo forest is different from Qin Ping's yard, Qin Ping's dark green bamboo in their yard is thick and tall, and they are basically mature, but they are not cut down because this is for ornamentation.

And the bamboos here of Elder Minglan are very small, not like bamboo that has grown for many years, but like it has just been transplanted, the most peculiar thing is the color of the bamboo, the dark purple bamboo Chu Yu and Meng Li are the first time they have seen it. This small clump of bamboo has a unique flavor.

Qin Ping recognized this small clump of dark purple bamboo, this bamboo that looked like it had just grown had actually had a lifespan of hundreds of years, this kind of bamboo not only grew slowly, but also very difficult to survive, it was not easy to find the soil that allowed them to grow naturally, and if you looked closely, in fact, the color of the soil under the purple bamboo was different from the surrounding one.

This purple bamboo is so precious and grows so slowly, and there are still people looking for and planting it, naturally because of its usefulness. Because the purple bamboo grows very slowly, each part grows very dense, which also creates the very tenacity of the purple bamboo, this kind of bamboo is not only very strong, but also the elasticity is also very terrifying, can be used as a very good weapon raw materials. The most conservative estimate is that a single bamboo character here can buy a yard where they live, which shows the high value of this purple bamboo.

"This bamboo?" Qin Ping asked softly.

"This is a bush of purple bamboo that my master passed on to me, when I first started practicing with my master when I was a child, my master began to teach me to take care of this purple bamboo, and this purple bamboo grows next to the place where we practice, and I can see this from the bamboo every day of practice, so to speak, this purple bamboo has watched me grow up little by little, watched me become stronger little by little, and it is also one of the few things that has accompanied me all my life, and it is a cluster of thoughts left to me by my master. When you see it, you can think of my whole life and my deceased master. Elder Stylan's eyes were full of nostalgia, nostalgia for his past and his departed master.

"Elder Minglan is really a very nostalgic person, such a small courtyard is filled with your memories of the past and the remembrance of the old people. It's awe-inspiring. Qin Ping's face naturally showed an expression of sympathy.

"When people are old, the enthusiasm of their youth has faded, and there is no future, and all that is left is this little memory, and if they are not optimistic, they will have nothing. So, you young people should know how to cherish it. Oh, look at my brain, after all, I am old, and I even let everyone stand at the gate of the courtyard, come and come, come and sit, and we talk while drinking tea. Elder Minglan patted the door of his head, as if he was a little annoyed, turned around and walked forward, came to the door of a room, opened the door, and invited Qin Ping and the three of them to come in and sit down.

"How can you complain about Elder Minglan, we juniors are not sensible, standing at the door and starting to ask about the things in your courtyard, just don't take it to heart. Qin Ping said politely as he slowly walked into the room.

This room is obviously a living room, but the place is not large, there are many chairs placed in the main and secondary places, and there is a portrait of a white-bearded old man on the main seat, and there are only two words in the inscription: Xuanyun.

Qin Ping saw this portrait and stood in place for a while, this is his good apprentice, he can survive now, all thanks to this disciple's hard work, if the master has the grace of education for the disciple, then the disciple used his whole life, and even took his own life to pay back, in any case, it is enough, even far exceeded.

When Qin Ping saw this portrait, the endless memories were instantly evoked, and the whole person was dragged back into that memory, the appearance of the resolute young man was still firmly engraved in his mind, and the figure who refused to rest without practicing magic was still in front of him from time to time, who would have thought that when he saw Xuanyun again, he actually appeared as a painting, with a long white beard, a firm gaze, and a straight waist, the former stubborn child had already driven the crane west, and there were too many things in his eyes, and Qin Ping couldn't understand it for a while. Qin Ping's eyes were full of sadness and nostalgia.

"Little Brother Qin, this makes us the portrait of the Patriarch, you seem to have seen it?" Elder Minglan asked tactfully.

"The portrait of the ancestor has always been placed in the bedroom of the Xuanqing Sect Master, I have seen things and thought about people, I'm sorry for you, I showed you a joke. Qin Ping suddenly came back to his senses, and the mixed emotions in his eyes gradually faded, leaving a trace of sadness that lasted for a long time.

"How can I blame you for this, I am also a nostalgic person, the well and the purple bamboo forest outside are what I use to see things and think about people. Little brother, you know how to be nostalgic, it proves that you know how to be grateful, which is excellent. Come on, come on, don't stand, come and sit next to the old man. Elder Minglan sat on the main seat, stretched out his hand and patted the seat beside him, motioning for Qin Ping to sit down.

"Elder Xie. Qin Ping nodded slightly, slowly walked to the chair beside Elder Minglan, and sat down.

Then Chu Yu and Meng Li also entered one after another, honestly walked to Qin Ping's lower position, sat down gently, put their hands on their knees, and sat upright.

"Don't be restrained, don't be restrained, you guys, just treat this place as if it were home, don't be so careful. Elder Stygian Lan looked at Chu Yu Meng Li's restraint and said in a reassuring voice.

"Elder Xie. Chu Yu and Meng Li spoke at the same time. Although the elder said so, who knows if this Elder Stygian is just polite, but it doesn't matter, anyway, it's not tiring to sit like this, so let's just sit upright.

"Little Brother Qin should be the first time to come to the old man's residence this time, I won't just want to visit my old man's house here, I should have something to talk about. Elder Stygian Lan turned his head and looked at Qin Ping with a smile.

"Sure enough, I still can't hide it from Elder Stylan's eyes, yes, I also have nothing to do with the Three Treasures Palace, and I do have something to discuss this time. Qin Ping had just sat down, and before he could heat up the stool, he stood up again.