For the eternal stream, Qingyun can't talk about how much hatred he has.

Or in other words, he is even very grateful to the Wan father and daughter, because even if he is coerced to repay the favor, he is kind to others after all, and his indifference to being captured is understandable, which is different from the previous rescue of him.

Gu Liu really didn't need to sacrifice his family's peace and son to face the powerful and enemies for him.

Now, Qingyun gradually no longer uses the so-called good or bad to measure a person.

In his view, measurement itself is a kind of value comparison, since the value is prescribed, then there must be a trade-off, but many times the trade-off is often set between good and evil.

He was a little confused, but he could only find the truth step by step in the confusion.

He doesn't want to become the person he once hated, maybe it is this "hate" that is his persistence in being confused.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the temperature in the town was obviously much higher than in the mountains.

And the Xuan Gong he has cultivated is no longer enough for his realm to continue to improve, so he has to think of a way quickly, otherwise it will be really difficult to survive in this cruel cultivation realm.

is also like this father and daughter of the Wan family who have left their hometowns, mortals and the government still uphold justice, but what about monks?

Of course, there are also monks, such as the Xingtang or the Public Inquisition Mansion that are generally found in the major sects, and the Heavenly Acropolis City, which is not above the monks of Kyushu, but really restricts the behavior of monks.

But whether these old men in the yamen can uphold justice for the mountain and field cultivators like themselves or Wan Guliu, Qingyun only sneered in his heart.

He originally wanted to see if the existing spirit stones on his body were enough to buy some magic weapons, pills, or exercise secrets or something, but Qingshui Town was too small, and even the pavilion with the most semicolons in Xuanji Pavilion was not stationed, let alone anything else, but in the end, he had to give up.

So Qingyun walked around aimlessly, bought a few sets of clothes and some daily necessities, and bought a lot of dry food, and then found a teahouse and inquired about the location and surrounding situation of Qingshui Town.

Qingshui Town is one of the dozens of towns attached to Yaoguang City, and it belongs to the smallest of the first-class ones.

The only blessed land around the town that is full of spiritual energy is Wuhua Mountain, and some of the next ones, such as the Hidden Fog Valley, are too dangerous because the mountains are too dangerous, and many places are easy to go up and down, so Qingyun dispelled the idea of going to those places.

And Wuhua Mountain is even more unsafe, Yemu Daoren got the disciple's letter after the heart is agitated, the Lingtai is not clear, it is inevitable that there will be a misjudgment, with his clumsy acting skills, if he goes back this time, I am afraid that he will find the clues, or be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

So Qingyun simply turned his heart sideways, left Qingshui Town and then broke out, and continued his wandering career.

There is a way that the edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

"It's still too dangerous to go back to Yaoguang City directly, although the appearance has changed, it's hard to guarantee that Zhuo Bufan won't recognize it, but if I don't go to the Immortal Sword Sect, where should I go? ”

While walking on the official road, Qingyun was thinking in his heart.

Before this time, Qingyun still considered it for a long time before choosing to move forward on the official road.

Although Zhang Yang is a little more public, but after all, his cultivation is still low, if he meets a monk in the mountains and forests, it is not good for him to be killed and robbed by gangsters.

Most of the people who take the official path are mortals, so it is more convenient to hide, and even if they meet a monk with evil intentions, the other party should have some scruples.

He didn't have the boring shame of the "immortals" who disdained to be in the company of mortals.

"The situation in Yuezhou and my hometown Liangzhou is quite similar, there are more wars in Liangzhou, but why are there so many more victims in Yuezhou? Could it be that there are also wars?"

As the crowd moved quickly, Qingyun was secretly making comparisons in his heart at the same time.

The official road was much wider than the path, but these homeless people were rubbing shoulders one after another, leaning together one after another like houses, which made him suddenly feel a sense of urgency to march and fight.

On the way, from time to time, homeless people fell to the ground hungry, and everyone was so hungry that no one took a second look.

In fact, at this time, those who can take the initiative to get out of the way are already good people, and those with a slightly harder heart trample directly like this, not caring about the life or death of the people under their feet.

At the beginning, seeing the homeless people who kept falling to the ground, Qingyun only pretended to be unconscious, and he didn't know why he became such a hard-hearted person, could it be that once he opened the killing ring, it would be like this?

But later, as the journey became longer and longer, Qingyun couldn't bear it, and finally took out a piece of cake from his arms and wanted to stuff it into the mouth of an old woman who had become thin into a skeleton.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the dry food was taken out of his hand, he was quickly snatched by a hungry and red-eyed young man next to him, and the speed was even avoidable for him who was responsible for cultivation.

After a while, there were many people who saw the dry food, and more than a dozen people, both men and women, fought for a cake, and even fought with their lives.

In the end, they all hit Qingyun with their ideas, and a pair of fierce eyes like ghostly wolf eyes stared at Qingyun's chest when he took out the cake, and it was only then that he realized the seriousness of the matter.

But these "hungry wolves" are just poor mortals who want to eat a full meal, how can they attack them at will?

In order to save a dying person, he almost lost himself, if he hadn't cultivated some things now, he was afraid that he would be swallowed alive by these people who were about to move.

There was really no way, Qingyun had to take out some cakes from the treasure bag on his body, and then used some spiritual power in his arm to throw the cake in his hand fiercely.

This made those "hungry wolves" abandon the fat sheep and chased in the direction where the cake flew out, and Qingyun took advantage of this to get out of trouble, and quickly left the official road after a few jumps, and simply chose to walk through the mountains and forests.

"Hey, if I hadn't had some cultivation now, I'm afraid that I would have become one of them now, no, maybe I'd be dead now. ”

At noon, Qingyun leaned against a big tree, staring blankly at the sky and muttering.

Just when he was a little delirious, an old but very gentle voice came into his ears:

"Young man, since you still have dry food, why don't you save more people's lives?"

However, Qingyun knew very well that although his voice sounded innocent, he could approach him silently, and knew that he had just given alms to the homeless people on the official road, and the person who came was obviously following him for some distance.

In a flash of thought, he became vigilant, and friends and foes were enemies!

In an instant, Qingyun's pupils, which were still a little hollow, suddenly swelled, and at the same time, his feet and back suddenly exerted force, and the carp stood up like a stiff one, and in less than a breath, he had already put on a fighting posture in the direction where the voice came from, and said nervously in his heart:

"The cultivation of the people who come here must be beyond me by at least one big realm, and they must not be underestimated. ”

At this time, I only heard someone laugh and say:

"The young man's vigilance is quite high, hehe. ”

If you look closely, the other party turned out to be an old man with crane hair and a childish face, and his face was kind and kind, which made people feel close at a glance.

Dressed in white, some yellowed but very neat and clean, wearing a pair of ordinary straw sandals on his feet, between his eyebrows can vaguely recognize his past Fengshen handsome, presumably he must have been a beautiful boy back then, a beautiful young man in white.

The old man was on crutches in his right hand and carrying a bamboo basket with some unknown plants and trees in it, but his left sleeve was an empty one fluttering in the wind, and it seemed that his left arm was missing.

The spiritual power outside his body was permeated, as if there was an invisible wall enveloping it, making it impossible for Qingyun to see through it at all.

In addition, this old man gave Qingyun a feeling that he might be stronger than Lei Jiang, so he concluded that this person should be a high-level cultivator of the Wind Realm.

As for why it's not the Returning Spirit Realm, it's because the power of the Returning Spirit Realm can basically regenerate severed limbs, and another point is that the big guys in the Returning Spirit Realm are not cabbages, how can they meet one casually.

However, although the intention of this person is unknown, since he is a high-ranking monk, he doesn't even think about resisting or escaping, because there is no possibility at all.

Therefore, Qingyun is also a bachelor, so he simply put away his fighting posture directly, and respectfully clasped his fists and said:

"The younger generation Qingyun, I have seen the seniors. ”

For such masters who are too many masters in cultivation and age beyond him, as a junior, he must show his own respect, which is the standard of Qingyun's life, even if he is only facing an ordinary ordinary old man.

"Why are you so nervous, young man, and you won't be so scared when you see old decay, right? I won't eat you. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes and made a joke, Qingyun also smiled wryly when he heard this, his tense heartstrings loosened a little, and said secretly:

"Also, if this old man really has a bad plan, I'm afraid I'll have already finished playing, and I'll have nothing to say to me. ”

So Qingyun finally let go of the last trace of defense, smiled at the one-armed old man, and hugged his fists again.

"Not bad, not bad. ”

The old man saw that Qingyun's demeanor was calm and unfazed, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation.

He didn't know that Qingyun's calmness was half due to his imitation of Yi Qing, and the other half was because he had often accompanied his father in the spirit realm before he set foot on the cultivation, and he was somewhat adapted.

There are also people such as Yan Liangshan and Lei Jiang who are both masters of the Wind Realm, and they have experienced the great horror of Xiao Qi's primeval and desolate aura, so they already have a certain degree of resistance to the aura of high-level monks.

Then, the old man in white with a kind face smiled and slowly walked to the half-zhang place in front of Qingyun, and gently tapped the ground with the bamboo pole in his right hand, and a piece of bluestone as smooth as jade appeared under his feet out of thin air.

The old man immediately sat down and motioned for Qingyun to sit down with him, but out of politeness, he still stood aside.

The side of the bluestone has become as smooth and clean as jade, according to Qingyun's guess, this may be the result of the old man sitting on it over the years, but with his eyesight, how can he think that this is just an ordinary stone, and he doesn't know why such a master of cultivation would carry a big stone with him.