"To the north, your parents must have been waiting for you in the north, that's why they left that note."

"You don't want to stay here, don't be someone else's stand-in."

"Grandpa, they have abandoned me, I won't go back, I'm going to stay and take care of grandpa."

"Grandpa is old and can't be with you anymore."

"Grandpa is a congenital master, and he can live for a long, long time."

"Ahem, don't talk about the innate masters, even the martial arts masters will die of old age, and when you are a little older, grandpa can rest assured."

Whew, is this dream again?

Xiangbei got up from the humble wooden bed, only to find that his grandfather had already gotten up and prepared an early meal for himself, which made him sigh.

His grandfather is the only Supreme Elder of the Yuanyang Sect, a congenital master, how many miscellaneous disciples do you want, if you really want people to take care of it, how many will you want.

But he is still used to doing everything by himself, and he is like an outlier in the Yuanyang faction, and even Xiangbei has no chance to take care of him.

Obviously, his age has made his heart and veins begin to fail.

Because for innate masters, unless the moment of death comes, their physical functions are still much stronger than ordinary people, and it is not difficult to maintain daily life.

After washing up to the north, I simply finished breakfast and began my day's practice.

According to his identity, he is neither a true disciple nor an inner disciple, but a disciple of the outer sect.

Therefore, when he was cultivating, there was no [Qi Replenishing Pill] to eat, and pills such as [Hundred Ginseng Pills] and [Yangmai Pill] were even more insulated from him.

It's not that Grandpa doesn't want to give him more benefits, but his work tasks.

"I'm Chu Qianqiu, and my current realm should have just condensed my true qi, and I have accumulated about two to three days of true qi."

Xiang Bei did not practice the "Qingyang Gong" of the outer disciples, but chose the "Xuanyuan Gong" taught by the Wutang, in order to imitate Chu Qianqiu's progress 100%.

"Huh, the next thing is to practice "The Great Monument Wrestler", when you sneak into the army in the future, you can establish meritorious deeds, and it is best to establish a genius character to facilitate your own progress."

After finishing the cultivation of internal strength, Xiang Bei stood up and went to the courtyard to move his fists and feet.

Compared with ordinary outer disciples, his living conditions are obviously much better, he lives in the same compound as his grandfather, and he does not need to have a strict schedule like outer disciples, and he can cultivate freely to a large extent.

Of course, this is also the benefit that he has won for his excellence.

"The size is as good as it gets!"

"Height, weight, face shape."

Xiang Bei's body suddenly changed, becoming closer and closer to Chu Qianqiu, and when it came to people who were generally familiar, they would be mistaken for him.

"What's my favorite thing to eat—"

"Pine Cake."

Before Xiangbei could talk to himself, a voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Who?"

Xiang Bei subconsciously threw out a packet of poison powder, which is called practice makes perfect.

Unfortunately, this method is of little use to the visitor.

"You still live in this place, doesn't it matter if you sprinkle poison like this?"

"Murder!"

"The people from Fahua Temple are calling!"

Open your mouth to the north and shout, then run away.

He is worthy of being a clever boy, but when he spoke, he found that his voice was inexplicably hoarse.

"It's not just you who can be drugged, little Taoist boy."

Oops, it's dumb powder.

Xiangbei has always been very smart, and immediately guessed that he had been made dumb powder, and while running frantically, he took out the panacea from his waist bag and professionally solved all kinds of poisons.

But it didn't work.

As soon as he jumped onto the wall, he was pulled down.

"If you just mess around, he'll die." Chu Qianqiu took out a tuft of white hair and made Xiang Bei's heart sink into the ice cave.

"Brute, let my grandfather go." Xiang Bei roared unexpectedly, his eyes turned scarlet, and even the strength of his body suddenly increased a lot.

"You're a smart person, don't you know how to write the word calm?" Chu Qianqiu single-handedly suppressed Xiangbei's resistance, although his strength skyrocketed, but for himself, it was still not enough.

"Who are you?" This little Taoist boy was really clever, and after realizing the difference between friend and foe, he quickly regained his composure, and his eyes were gurgling.

"I'm you." Chu Qianqiu chuckled and took off the human skin mask, and fell to the ground as if he had seen a ghost.

"How, how is it possible, you are not, you have just condensed your true qi." Xiang Bei grew up in the Yuanyang faction, so he naturally has a good eye, and Chu Qianqiu's hands just now are far stronger than himself.

"You're all ready to steal the day, how can I not come to you?"

"I, I."

"Yes, can you spare my grandfather?" Xiang Bei's face turned pale at first, and then he said this sentence as if he had used all his strength.

Even the plan to steal the day is known to him, so he definitely has no reason to survive.

"Judging by your performance, I'm not a murderer."

"What do you want?"

"All the information, what you know about me, everything you've learned." Chu Qianqiu said lightly, this is why he came to Xiangbei.

"I see, come with me." Xiang Bei nodded and walked towards the room in a hoarse voice.

Xiang Bei and Zheng Tu are the same people, they are both smart, but they also have fatal weaknesses.

So when Zheng Tu learned that Tang Wulang had fallen into the hands of the six doors, he knew that he would definitely be finished, so he didn't struggle too much and cooperated very honestly.

In short, Zheng Tu is a decent person who does not make too many negative stubborn resistances.

And although Xiangbei is also a smart person, he grew up in a more brutal environment and received more demanding training, if it were not for the support of his grandfather, it is hard to imagine that he would have persevered to this day.

He stomped lightly, and the shoes on his feet shot out a venom-stained dagger at a 45-degree angle!

And then the raid came!

But it's of no use.

Chu Qianqiu directly knocked down the dagger as if he had knocked off the dust on his body, and then smiled and kicked Xiangbei's body.

Yes!

This kick was heavy, heavy for Xiang Bei, and he couldn't help but scream.

"The education of the Yuanyang faction is really good."

"It's all taught."

"I'm not interested in torturing people, and I want you to learn a lesson."

After speaking, Chu Qianqiu pulled out his sword and slashed out two sword qi in the air!

"Innate master, how is it possible?" shouted to the north in distraction.

Although it was forged by the Innate Qi Pill, it was enough to scare people, and with every action, Chu Qianqiu would buy the Battle Pill to ensure that he was in the most suitable combat force.

"Understood, I'm not of the same magnitude as you, and I don't want to bully children."

"Are you really Chu Qianqiu?" Xiang Bei suddenly found that the materials he had studied before were all fake, where is this son of a hundred households, just this sword qi, let him practice hard for another ten years, and he will not be able to advance to the innate ah.

"It's like a fake."

"You are actually very useful, don't worry about being killed by me."

"I see." Xiangbei seemed to be convinced, took Chu Qianqiu into the room, and took out a thick notebook from a dark compartment, which recorded all the past history of Chu Qianqiu.

Chu Qianqiu took the book with gloves on, first clicked on the acupuncture points to the north, and then sprayed the powder for drug testing on the book, and finally began to look at the records that belonged to the original owner.

Some memories began to come to mind.