Yan Xi suddenly remembered something and asked: "Teacher, why did Xie Hesun come to Yushan?"
The old beggar replied with a smile: "For a piece of heavenly material and earthly treasure."
"But this is the place where a virtuous person lives. He is just wishful thinking."
Yan Xi woke up slightly and thought to himself: "My teacher Liang Mengxia must have obtained this heavenly and earthly treasure, but he was reluctant to hand it over to others, and he had a conflict with Xie Hesuncai."
"Teacher, I can't think of it either. How can the things outside of us be more important than our lives?"
"I have to persuade him, old man."
"Forget it...I'm afraid I can't persuade you to do this."
Yan Xi has also seen people's hearts and knows many things. The truth is obviously very simple, but some people just can't accept it and would rather choose the worst outcome.
He couldn't quite understand why someone would choose a dead end, but he had seen too many such people, and at least he understood that such people couldn't be persuaded.
They will become enemies with anyone who advises them and hate them deeply.
He once had an enthusiastic senior whom he was familiar with who often explained some common sense to newcomers in the Internet literary circle. Everyone knew this common sense, but newcomers often didn't know it.
However, he received very little gratitude. Instead, many newcomers believed that this senior was too old to die and slandered him on various occasions.
Yan Xi also received some advice from this senior, which was obviously very valuable and could help newcomers avoid detours.
He had not been with Liang Mengxia for a long time, but he also knew that this teacher was not a bad person, except for one thing: he had a deep obsession with cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal.
No one can stop his path of spiritual practice.
He will draw his sword and kill all those who stand in his way, no matter whether they have good intentions or bad intentions, good intentions or bad intentions.
Even though Yan Xi is his disciple, he still believes that this teacher will never listen to his advice and give up his hard work, talent, talent, and earthly treasure, and hold on to his life first.
He sighed and said in a low voice: "How do we, ordinary people, know whether one step forward will lead to a great road or an abyss?"
The old beggar was slightly stunned, and suddenly looked at this fat boy with admiration. How could he not see that Yan Xi's previous words were deliberately artificial?
He just thinks this kid is fun and is willing to accompany Yan Xi to fool around. How can Yan Xi's little thoughts be hidden from his clear mind?
But what Yan Xi said just now touched him quite a bit. He laughed and said, "It is precisely because the future is uncertain that we, the people, have the courage to move forward, even if we die without regrets."
"As a monk, where can I find everything that is perfect?"
"They are all fighting one after another. On the side of the road, there are mountains of bones."
Yan Xi saw that the old beggar had finished the two cans of Coke, took out another can, handed it to the teacher, and asked, "I wonder what kind of treasure is there that attracts a person like the teacher to come and see it?"
The old beggar smiled and said: "Although there are not many sword cultivators in the world, there are still hundreds of them, and each sect has no more than three hundred flying swords. If you want to practice a flying sword all over again, you have to spend hundreds of years, so Everyone had no choice but to change their methods, control all kinds of strange things, and fight against the enemy."
"There is a monster hidden in Juyu Mountain, named Gou Centipede!"
"This monster has been practicing Taoism for more than two thousand years, and it has a pure inner elixir in its belly, called Xuanzhu!"
"If we can kill Gou Centipede, seize the mysterious pearl in its belly, and refine it into a magic weapon, we can save at least seven hundred years of hard work in refining the magic weapon."
Yan Xi thought about it and realized that the flying sword in the teacher's hand was actually very ordinary in nature. When faced with a great master of martial arts, it would be difficult to break through the opponent's protective energy.
In order to refine the flying sword, Liang Mengxia traveled thousands of miles to Juyu Mountain to collect the elixir. If he learned that there was a treasure in his hands that could save more than seven hundred years of hard work, how could he not go to great lengths?
He finally understood the reason why his sect was exterminated, and he had a way to avoid it, but he still couldn't bear it and wanted to save Liang Mengxia.
But Yan Xi also knew that with his little ability, how could he possibly save people under Xie Hesun?
"It would be great if the teacher could give up his greed."
"It's a pity that I can't."
"It would be fine if I could sit back and ignore it."
"Unfortunately……"
"I'm numb, but I still have some conscience."
"Why bother?"
The old beggar drank a few mouthfuls and drank the third can of Coke. He was very satisfied and murmured: "I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that so many strange things would appear in the world."
"Whether it's cigarettes or small cans of sweet wine, these are things that didn't exist hundreds of years ago."
"If these good things were always available, ghosts would go into seclusion!"
Yan Xi deliberately explained that the drink was not sweet wine, but he thought that the master had been in seclusion for hundreds of years. Even if he was not stupid, he was still stubborn. Why bother to argue with him over this matter?
He kept silent for a moment, took out another can of beer, and said, "Master, those drinks just now were quite sweet. Do you want to try this lighter taste?"
The old beggar took it, opened the can, and took a sip with a rather disgusted expression on his face. After a while, he took another sip and tasted the taste. When he took a third sip, his eyes narrowed.
I have happily adapted to the taste of beer and entered a state of enjoyment.
Xie Hesun fought with others and tried his best, but it only made the master and apprentice on the lonely peak feel more and more boring. They were gradually regarded as background walls. Master and apprentice, you have a can of beer, and I have a can of beer.
Just these melon seeds, peanuts, spicy strips, dried meat and other things, we chatted freely and only occasionally glanced at the battle situation. It was like watching a rubbish football game. I turned off the TV and felt bored, but turned it on and no one was watching.
Yan Xi occasionally took a look, stood up suddenly, and said, "Teacher, I saw Teacher Woyun Qiaozi."
The old beggar drank a lot, and beer was a light alcoholic drink. The more he drank, the more enthusiastic he became. He didn't feel drunk at all. He smiled and said, "That's alright! I've seen the excitement and eaten and drank enough, so I'll let you go."
"If you want to save Woyun Woodcutter, remember one thing."
"Don't let him go east."
Yan Xi touched his chin and thought to himself: "The nest of Gou Centipede must be in the east. I will buy some sleeping pills and give Teacher Liang a large dose."
"When he falls asleep for a few days, this matter will be over safely."
"that is……"
"When the old man wakes up, how should I explain it? Why did I keep him unconscious for so long?"
"What if the dose of medicine is too high and I become a rebellious disciple?"
"How about another way, such as..."
"I lied to the teacher and said that I saw a red light rising into the sky in the south at midnight, and it seemed that a treasure was born."
"This idea is more reliable."
When Yan Xi turned around, he didn't see the old beggar. He was wandering around without knowing what he was doing. If it weren't for the dozen empty beer cans and packaging bags of various snacks thrown on the ground, it would have been as if no one had ever been there.
He got used to it, so he first got a plastic bag, collected all the garbage, and then walked down the mountain.