You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 113 Thoughts

The aura emanating from Ling Yu's body became more and more obvious, and the fire in his heart was about to be extinguished.

The light in those eyes that were once captivating turned dim and dead.

A deathly aura began to appear all over his body. No matter how Chang Qing shook him, Ling Yu seemed to have lost all perception, and died as soon as the raindrops fell to the ground.

Changqing gritted his teeth and had to use his last resort, but this time he raised his left hand.

"Pa!!" a slap sounded.

It echoed so clearly in this open space.

Ling Yu was whipped and spun in the air for several circles before falling to the ground, his face full of confusion and bewilderment, as if he had no idea what had just happened.

He only heard Chang Qing say: "Young people nowadays are always dying! dying! dying! What qualifications do you have to die?"

Looking at Chang Qing's rather angry face, Ling Yu's eyes actually dodged subconsciously, out of humility and guilt. He completely forgot that his strength seemed to be much higher than Chang Qing's. At this moment, he didn't know why he was a little afraid.

Chang Qing looked towards the mountain village half covered by mist and rain in the distance, and said in a tone of regret: "Follow me."

In fact, Chang Qing also secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The scattered aura around Ling Yu had slowed down, and that slap in the face was considered to have been effective.

Ling Yu looked at the figure in front of him. For some reason, he always felt that this figure made him feel at ease, and he followed him unconsciously.

Two lines of footprints appeared on the muddy path, extending into the distance.

Because of the heavy rain, not many people visited the village. Chang Qing led Ling Yu past one house after another, and gradually came to the end of the village. They came to a somewhat dilapidated thatched house and knocked on the door.

Not long after, a little head poked out from the door. Seeing that it was two people wearing straw raincoats and whose faces could not be seen clearly, it shrank its head, but still mustered up the courage to ask: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Chang Qing said, "We are travelers passing by. It's raining heavily. Can you let my brother and I go inside to take shelter for a while?"

While the child was hesitating, he heard an old man's voice coming from inside the house: "The hut is simple, but if you don't mind, please come in."

Changqing nodded, shook off the rain on his raincoat, walked into the house, and Lingyu followed him in.

The mud house was a little dark, and there was a musty smell due to the continuous rain. There was only a bed and two benches in the house. It was obvious that they were all assembled by oneself, so they were not beautiful and could only be said to be usable.

The bedding on the bed was thin, and an old man holding a cane was sitting on the edge of the bed. The old man had dark skin, wrinkles all over his face, and large, cracked palms. He was obviously a farmer.

The child was no more than five or six years old, with a yellowish complexion and a thin body, obviously malnourished. However, he had bright eyes and was looking at the two of them curiously.

"Thank you, father-in-law, for bothering you." Chang Qing clasped his fists slightly.

The old man waved his hands hastily and said, "It's not a bother. It's my duty to help when you encounter difficulties. Come on, sit down. Come on, sit down."

It seemed that he spoke a little too hastily, and the old man coughed violently twice. The boy was very sensible and patted the old man on the back.

This scene was very ordinary, but it was so warm in Changqing's eyes, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

After Ling Yu entered the house, his originally dim and lifeless eyes gradually regained some luster, making him feel that there is still a trace of warmth in the world.

The sound of rain was still going on outside the house, while Changqing inside the house was chatting with the old man about the anecdotes along the way. Changqing was very eloquent and described them vividly.

The child's eyes blinked during the conversation, full of longing.

Time passed quickly, and two hours went by in the blink of an eye. Changqing's stomach began to growl, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The room was small to begin with, and the people were sitting very close to each other, so the sound was naturally heard by all of them.

The child's belly seemed to echo the cry and everyone burst into laughter.

The old man looked at Chang Qing and Ling Yu and said, "You two must have traveled for a long time and haven't eaten yet. How about eating here?"

Ling Yu knew that the family was poor, and felt a little embarrassed, so he was about to wave his hand to refuse, but was secretly stopped by Chang Qing.

Changqing said: "Changqing thanks you here."

The old man waved his hand and said, "You are so polite. I have some wowo and pickles here. I hope you don't mind."

"No, it's a great favor for my father-in-law to give us food. How can I despise it?" Chang Qing said

The old man stood up and walked towards the big vat behind the door, coughing violently twice on the way.

The child placed the table against the wall in the middle, took out two benches from under the bed, and sat down obediently.

The old man took out a few steamed buns and a small bowl of pickles and placed them on the table.

Both the Wowo and the pickles were black in color. Changqing took a Wowo from the old man without hesitation, put it to his mouth and took a bite. It tasted a little sour and astringent, mixed with the aroma of rice husks and grains, which was not bad.

The pickles tasted a bit bitter, but Chang Qing noticed that the child gently picked up a piece of pickle, chewed it gently, and was actually a little reluctant to let it go, savoring it carefully.

Ling Yu, who was still enjoying the smell of Wo Wo, also noticed it and felt uncomfortable.

Chang Qing then asked, "Why doesn't this child see his parents?"

The old man sighed and said, "I picked up this child. He was only two years old when I met him. He was lying on the side of the road and was about to die. People passing by didn't want to care. I was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see this, so I brought him back. Fortunately, the child survived."

The old man said and touched the child's head.

The child was also sensible. He was not sad because of his life experience. Instead, he raised his little fist and said, "I want to grow up well, make a lot of money in the future, and take grandpa to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks! !"

The old man laughed with satisfaction.

Chang Qing sighed, "Children of poor families grow up early. The elderly living alone and the homeless children must have met each other in the dark. It's a pity that such a sensible child doesn't have spiritual roots. He is really envied by heaven."

After the meal, Ling Yu only ate half of the wo wo, and carefully wrapped the remaining half in a clean handkerchief and put it in his arms. Chang Qing actually understood that this touch of emotion might be the opportunity for Ling Yu to come back to life, and it might also be the anchor of his Taoism in the future.

Seeing that the rain had not stopped yet and it was almost afternoon, Changqing and Lingyu also stood up, said goodbye to the old man and the young, and left.

After leaving the house, Chang Qing did not hide his identity as a cultivator. He flew up and flew away into the distance. Ling Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly flew up to catch up. The two rays of light, one blue and one purple, disappeared into the distance, leaving only the old and young who were still in the house watching the two leave.

"Grandpa, look! Look! Those two brothers are immortals!" the child said excitedly.

"Yes." The old man was also stunned and then kowtowed in the direction where the two people left.

At this moment, the child suddenly discovered that the empty bowl that originally contained the wowo was turned upside down on the table.

Driven by curiosity, the child turned over the bowl and a ray of golden light shone out. Under the bowl was actually a piece of gold as big as a fist, and next to the gold were two small jade bottles.

"This..." The old man was also shocked by the gold.

At this moment, Changqing's voice suddenly rang out from inside the house:

"It's useless to keep gold and silver on you. Today you helped me a lot, so I want to thank you. There are some blood-replenishing and qi-boosting pills in the jade bottle. All diseases will be cured after taking them. Don't show them to outsiders. Remember! Take care~"

The sound faded away, the old man's eyes moistened, and he kowtowed a few more times...