Chapter Eighty-Nine: His Story
The book continues from the above, and the last book said that under the careful teaching of the mysterious old madman, Tianxin has advanced by leaps and bounds in immortal methods and moves, and in the competition, he won the senior brother Cheng Jian of the Five Spirits Sect, which can be described as a shame and revenge. Hongying and Jinhong made a lot of money in the bet of this competition. Afterwards, the three of them had a hearty drink in the Songhe Tower in Cangsong Town, and they were very happy. Tianxin even knocked on the bamboo pole, ready to honor the old madman. So it was brought out that the old madman was deeply hidden in his old diseases, his life hung by a thread, and Tianxin stayed awake all night and took care of it carefully.
Late at night.
The moonlight is hazy, the summer night is slightly drunk, and the leaves rustle with it. I don't know if it's because of this comfortable summer night, or because of the joy of today's daytime, Tianxin's mood at the moment is very good, she holds the best rosin jade dew, sits in front of the thatched house behind Dengyun Peak, waiting for the old madman. She never thought that she would have such an adventure, if it weren't for the appearance of the old madman, she would probably still be the object of ridicule in everyone's mouths now. But she really doesn't know anything about this little ghost who calls himself an old madman, he always changes the topic at the most critical moment, so that Tianxin, who is a dog's leg, dares to be angry and dare not speak. Maybe one day, he will be willing to tell himself, his name, his story.
After about half an hour, the old madman was nowhere to be seen. Just when Tianxin thought that the old madman would not appear, suddenly a figure stumbled from the dense forest and walked towards this side. By the moonlight, the stumbling figure was the person Tianxin was waiting for. She was just about to get up to greet him, but when she saw him fall to the ground, Tianxin hurriedly put down the wine jar in her arms and ran over.
"What's wrong with you, old madman?" Tianxin hurriedly helped the old madman up, only to see that his eyes were blurred, his lips were pale, his breathing was short, dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the placket on his back was also soaked with sweat.
Tianxin also panicked when she saw this, and she hurriedly felt his pulse. His pulse was messy, sometimes weak, sometimes strong, and he was not mad. Suddenly the old madman began to have difficulty breathing, and kept pouring his breath. Tianxin hurriedly put him flat, she took a breath, put her mouth up, and after cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the old madman's breathing gradually calmed down. Tianxin bit his finger and turned the blood into a blood pill and put it in his mouth. "Old madman, who are you, how can you have such a serious old disease?"
When the old madman had regained his composure, Tianxin carried him to the bed in the thatched hut, and then covered him with a quilt, and she sat on a low stool beside the bed, looking at him worriedly. The person in front of him was obviously a child's face, but he was full of silver threads. It's obviously a dwarf winter melon, but it has a city that doesn't belong to children. Obviously, his cultivation is extremely high, but he suffers from an old disease. What kind of story does he have, is it really that he has cultivated some peerless martial arts, and he has been counterattacked?
This night the old madman slept very unsteadily, tossing and turning from time to time, talking nonsense. The aura in his body was chaotic, and the body temperature on his body was even more terrifying. Tianxin had no idea where to start, so he could only keep using a wet towel to cool him down. Although there are differences between men and women, the dwarf winter melon in front of him is also the size of a bear child, so Tianxin naturally didn't take it too seriously.
The next day, when it was just dawn, the old madman who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and he seemed to remember something, and sat up violently. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, he looked down and saw Li Tianxin, lying on the side of his bed, sleeping soundly without image, his tense complexion, there was a trace of warmth, and then he lightly hugged Tianxin to the bed and covered her with the quilt.
The old madman couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Tianxin's sleeping face, he didn't expect that the seal on his body was becoming more and more difficult to suppress the monster in his body. I remember that when he had a seizure for the first time, it was when he was seven years old, and afterwards his master told him the ins and outs of the incident. In order to save the world, his biological mother took her own life as the price, and sealed this ancient beast in her infant child, and when she was dying, she entrusted the child to his master.
But as he grew older and his cultivation grew, the fierce beast in his body also became stronger. So every once in a while, his master would use the secret technique of a thousand mountains to consolidate the seal, but unfortunately, in a catastrophe many years ago, his master dispersed the primordial god in order to save his daughter.
Now, he can only rely on his spiritual power to suppress the restlessness of this ancient beast, so there will be some time every year when the seal will backlash. During the days when the seal is reversed, he will become the child he was seven years old in, and his hair will turn white due to the passage of aura. Sometimes he is really afraid that one day this monster will break through the seal and poison the world, and then how will he give an explanation to the world.
Speaking of his master, he will not be able to repay his kindness in this life. At the beginning, his master, despite everyone's criticism, brought him back to Qianshan, not only accepted him as a disciple, but also let him inherit his mantle. In order to restrain the fierce beasts in his body, his master even taught the secret art of strengthening the seal to his next generation. But as time passed, the people who could strengthen the seal have passed away, and now, there are no more than two people in this world who know his secret.
When Li Tianxin woke up, she was already on the rise, and when she saw herself lying on the bed, but she didn't see the figure of the old madman, she was a little panicked. She pulled the quilt off the ground and looked around for him. "Old madman, old madman?"
When she pulled on her shoes and walked out of the thatched hut, she saw the old madman, calmly sitting by the fire, eating grilled fish and drinking wine, and the jar of wine was the rosin jade dew she had brought back last night. "You little devil! I call you that, but you don't hear it! Do you know I'm worried? β
The old madman waved his hand at her, unimpressed. "I grilled the fish, come and eat it together."
Tianxin pouted, and walked over with a complaining face, she snatched the old madman's hand, took a bite of the fish, sat next to her indignantly, and ate it.
"Tsk! You're really not too big or too small! The old madman laughed instead of being angry, and took a sip of wine. The rosin jade dew of this pine crane tower is indeed worthy of its name, and such a jar is afraid that it will cost a lot of silver. Looks like you won yesterday's contest? β
"Of course!" Tianxin remembered yesterday's competition and showed a smug smile.
"You seem to have won easily, and you don't have any injuries on you." The old madman looked at the smile on Tianxin's face, and he also became happy. "Tell me about yesterday."
The old madman's question obviously satisfied her little vanity, but now, she was more worried about the old madman's physical condition, so she just understated it and brought it over in a few words.
"It turned out that it was the other party's carelessness that allowed you to take advantage, and you can be regarded as a blind cat meeting a dead mouse." The old madman threw the fish bones into the fire. "But you are also quite bold, and you actually said that the trick was a tantric immortal method in front of the public, aren't you afraid that after your master knows about it, he will punish you to face the wall?"
"If I really let him know, I'm afraid he will suffer from flesh and skin. He's not so kind to me..."Tianxin stuck out her tongue as she looked at the flickering flames. "You said if he knew I learned spells from you... I don't know if he will abolish my cultivation..."
"How did you talk about your master like a bad person?" The old madman hugged the wine jar and looked at Li Tianxin intently. "You hate him?"
"I don't know... Anyway, I've been losing points, maybe I'll hate him one day! Tianxin remembered all the previous things and pouted indignantly.
"Since you hate him, why don't I take you away from Qianshan?" The old madman said something for no reason.
"What kind of hero are you, little ghost?!" Tianxin raised his head and met the old madman's eyes. "What the hell was going on with you last night? Why do you have such a serious old disease, who are you? β
"I just said a word, but you said a lot, if you don't leave, don't leave, anyway, there is no store in the village, don't regret it then!" The old madman drank the wine down.
Tianxin saw that the old madman was reluctant to reveal it, so he didn't ask any more questions. For a moment both were silent, and the air was filled with the smell of embarrassment. Tianxin ate the fish absentmindedly, a little aggrieved. Anyway, she and the old madman have been getting along for a while, although he hangs Li Tianxin all day long and never shows mercy to his subordinates, but Tianxin knows the old madman, so this is to make her progress. And she also honors him every day, although the two have not formally apprenticed, but in Tianxin's heart, the old madman has long had a different status. It's a pity that today it seems to be her own wishful thinking, and the old madman doesn't have this in mind.
"Since you're alright, I'm going to morning class." Tianxin put down the half-eaten fish in his hand and prepared to get up and leave.
"I've had this sickness since birthβ" the old madman suddenly began. ... It's getting worse and worse..."
Tianxin stopped getting up, she turned around and looked into the distance and thought about it, as if she was recalling the events of last night. "Is there a cure?"
The old madman shook his head and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and I will beat you like this!" β
"Tsk!" Tianxin still felt sorry for him one second, and wanted to pinch him to death the next second!
"What's that?! How dare you chirp at me? The old madman suddenly stood up. I don't think you should go to any Rausch morning class, and follow me through your moves in yesterday's martial arts competition! β
"It's over! When you get sick, I won't show mercy! β
The old madman seemed to have heard some funny joke, and he didn't say anything, and directly attacked Tianxin.
The sun was in the sky, and Tianxin was lying on the haystack on all fours, panting. "I said you can't let me, but I took care of you for one night yesterday!"
"I've already had a spare hand, who knew you were so stupid." The old madman clapped his hands in fear. "But recently, the various spells of your Thousand Mountains Sect have been used in a smooth manner, so I guess you haven't missed classes, right?"
"Look at what you said is so ugly, I call it diligent and easy to ask, is it okay to be the head of the Bo family?" Tianxin sat up and moved his shoulders. "You people from the Thousand Mountains Sect just don't have a conscience, I saved your life anyway, and you don't mention anything about repayment."
"It's as if you're not a disciple of the Thousand Mountains Sect." The old madman paused. "Then I'll take you to the bottom of the mountain to drink, in the face of you who took care of me yesterday?"
"It's a deal! You'd better bring enough silver, I'll be able to drink it!" Tianxin, a carp, stood up.
"Humph! What a girl! If you drink too much, I won't carry you back!" The old madman showed an expression of who was afraid of whom.