Elder Qingchi really chose to walk.

Wang Li even felt that he was most likely doing so on purpose.

After all, even Jingyuan could take out a flying boat, so it was impossible for Elder Qingchi, who was one of the top ten monks and guarded the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, to have no similar treasures.

Although, Wang Li has now decided that he is not a "high monk" in the traditional sense.

Whether it was the incident of the Scripture Pavilion at that time, or the several contacts with Elder Qingchi later, he noticed the difference between this old monk.

He and the other eminent monks are not painting styles at all.

Even......

Some are not like monks.

At dusk, by the creek.

Qing Chi held a golden roasted pheasant leg in his hand, and looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was eating more fragrant than the king carp opposite.

Wang Carp was holding most of the pheasant, his hands were greasy, and he kept chewing in his mouth, and he was a little moved.

In the life of the White Dragon Temple for a month, he really hasn't seen any meat.

And his body did not allow him to go out hunting without permission, and at that time he did not have these thoughts, but only wanted to recover his health as soon as possible.

The vegetarian food in Bailong Temple tastes good, and Master Jingyuan's craftsmanship is not bad, but no matter how good the vegetarian dishes are, there is no real meat to be happy.

Human beings evolved to the top of the food chain, not by being vegetarian, let alone for vegetarianism.

He understands it now.

Seeing that Qingchi threw away the bone, he turned his hand and tore off another chicken leg.

Qingchi said: "Enough, you can eat it yourself, people are old and don't have much appetite." Besides, the poor monks didn't need to eat in the first place. ”

So you're still eating so well?

Wang Carp nodded and continued to eat on his own.

Bigu should be regarded as a unique advantage derived from the cultivation path, but it is definitely not something that can be achieved by the Forging Body Realm.

When he had finished eating, he got up and went to the stream to wash his hands, and when he returned, Kiyoike greeted him with a smile, and the two of them sat side by side by the campfire.

From time to time, the burning wood crackled, and the dots of sparks jumped with it.

Qing Chi looked at Wang Li with a deep gaze again, and finally smiled lightly.

"When I went out, Senior Brother Abbot said, I should indeed send you back, after all, your talent is no longer a secret in the White Dragon Temple, and it may not be known to outsiders, so I should protect you. Senior Brother also suggested that I could use the time on the way home to continue to observe you, and even design some levels to test you. ”

Hearing this, Wang Li squeezed out a helpless smile on his face.

"Master, the disciple really doesn't want to become a monk, at least not ...... now" After a pause, he said: "If the disciple really wants to escape into the empty gate in the future, then the White Dragon Temple will definitely be the disciple's first choice, or even the only choice." ”

This is already the biggest guarantee and concession that Wang Li can make.

He was sure that he would not become a monk in the future, but this did not affect him from expressing his good opinion of the White Dragon Temple.

It's just that, after listening to his words, Qingchi slapped his legs and laughed without any image, and the sound startled a group of birds in the mountains and forests on both sides flapping their wings.

"Hahaha, you're pretty good at talking, but the poor monk likes it! At least you're grateful to the White Dragon Temple, and you're not the kind of person who doesn't know how to be flexible. As the words fell, Kiyoike's laughter also stopped suddenly.

Looking at his face again, it suddenly became solemn and even a little serious.

"Wang Li."

Called by his name, Wang Li was stunned for a moment, and then responded: "The disciple is here." ”

"Well, poor monk...... I know that you are determined not to become a monk, and the White Dragon Temple has not forced it, and I will not embarrass you. However, your talent is obvious to all, since the White Dragon Temple is not suitable for you, then I have a unique inheritance of my own, I don't know if you are interested? ”

Wang Li blinked, not knowing what he meant for a moment.

And Qingchi didn't directly say his plans, but talked about himself.

The burning bonfire was reflected in his pupils, and in the dancing flames, it seemed that scenes of memories flashed.

"Decades ago, I was not a monk, I was just an ordinary mortal. My life is to go to the sky every day to collect firewood, and then pick it into the city to sell, occasionally catch a few fish, can get a few more pennies, but I dare not spend it indiscriminately, I have to save it carefully. ”

"At that time, my mother was seriously ill, and she didn't let me invite him to Langzhong. Every time she quietly brings Lang Zhong back, she will beat people out, even if she is invited while she is asleep, as long as she takes the pulse, she will wake up immediately. Later, she wrapped her wrists tightly every day. After going back and forth like this, there is no Lang Zhong willing to come to the door. ”

"But I don't want to see her lose weight day by day, so according to her symptoms, find someone to prescribe medicine. But she was reluctant to drink the medicine. Even if I kneel on the ground and beg her, saying that even if I don't drink it, I have already paid for the medicine, so I can't waste it, right? ”

"But she didn't pay attention to me, and then as soon as I knelt down, she knelt down for me......"

"I had no choice but to use the money from the medicine to buy some supplements. But supplements are much more expensive than serious medicines. My mother also slowly realized that something was wrong, she began to become a picky eater, but she didn't want to eat anything she didn't know. ”

"I still want to give her a different way to make up for her, but ...... She's running out of time. ”

Qingchi said this, and suddenly paused.

No choking, no redness.

But Wang Li could still clearly feel his sadness, which was an emotion that could barely help but overflow from every pore on his body.

Wang Li didn't ask in a hurry, and didn't even look at the other party, but just stared at the bright bonfire at night with the other party.

"That day...... I forgot the exact situation, but I remember that I had just finished collecting two bundles of firewood and was carrying down the mountain, and I met the man halfway up the mountain, and I later learned that he had been observing me for some time, and that he had come to look for me that day. ”

"As soon as we met, he asked me if I would like to worship him as a teacher. I was stunned for a moment, but I thought he was an old gentleman passing by by and left without saying a few words, after all, I was still busy selling firewood. ”

"When I got home in the evening, I found him in my house, and my old lady, who had been unwilling or unable to eat for several days, was smiling and eating a piece of meatloaf, and had a good conversation with the old gentleman."

"I was very pleasantly surprised, and after some exchanges, I learned that he cured my mother's illness with a pill, and my mother also urged me to worship him as a teacher."

"The process of apprenticeship is very simple, that is, I kowtow three times and toast a cup of tea, which is still the wild tea I picked myself on the mountain, and the taste is ...... Don't talk about it. ”

"He didn't let me go with him directly, but left a sum of money and told me to take care of my mother, saying that he would come back to me in the future. I practiced in a daze according to what he left behind, while living with my mother. During that time, it was really a good life that even the gods couldn't exchange! ”

"After another three years or so, my mother left. However, this time it is the end of life. I still remember holding my hand as she walked with a smile on her face. ”

"The next day, he came."

"However, I thought that the path of cultivation was not so smooth, and he was injured with a body, and after passing on to me what should be passed on, he was breathless."

At this point, he had another big pause.

After a long time, Qingchi continued: "After burying him, I slowly walked into the door of cultivation. Later, I also experienced a lot of things, and I met the previous abbot of Bailong Temple, and he accepted me to lead the art investment teacher, and I became a Qingchi monk of Bailong Temple......" He glanced at Wang Li, who could listen attentively, and suddenly laughed again.

"Hehe, what that person passed on to me, I didn't practice anything famous, but looking back, things are indeed good things, maybe my qualifications and talents are still a little worse, these years in the White Dragon Temple, I have almost really reached the realm of no desire and no desire, the only thing in my heart is to continue this inheritance for him, it can't be directly in my hands, right? You are a good boy, you have enough talent, good character, and ...... character I don't think I'm a bad guy yet, so are you interested? Oh wait, I haven't said what kind of heritage this is, have I? ”

He suddenly glanced at the Qingshuang Sword that Wang Li had been carrying beside him.

"That'...... It's a sword trick, a very interesting and very old sword trick. ”