Hearing the old man's words, Yi Yun was slightly startled. Although he was nervous just now, he didn't show any panic on his appearance. Unexpectedly, the old man guessed that he had met an enemy and came to this teahouse to escape. This was probably his reason.
There was no reason to greet myself at first.
Yi Yun did not answer, but said: "Old man, I am indeed thirsty. Bring me some tea and food."
"Some simple meals, only the guest officer doesn't mind."
The old man said this, but still went to prepare a pot of tea and some dried fruits.
The tea was just ordinary spiritual tea, but brewed by this old man, it had a different kind of fragrance. Yi Yun fiddled with the tea leaves with a tureen, took a sip, nodded and said, "Good tea."
The old man shook his head and said: "The guest officer is joking. As a guest officer, how can I care about these crude teas?"
Yi Yun put down the tea bowl and looked at the old man. Although the old man was old, the fire of life in his body had not yet reached the point of being blown away by the wind. He should still have a lifespan of several hundred years...
Yi Yun said: "Drinking tea is a state of mind. In comparison, the tea itself is sometimes not so important. For example, old man, if you open such a teahouse in this Wucheng where land is precious, but
The tea products and food sold here are only priced at some broken jade. The income from this kind of business is far from enough to rent. If you don't have a good state of mind, I'm afraid you won't be able to run this business."
Hearing Yi Yun's words, the old man smiled bitterly: "Sir, this teahouse is actually old, so it doesn't need rent..."
Hearing the old man's words, Yi Yun was a little surprised. He knew without asking that the shops in Wucheng should be expensive, but this old man was only at the Yuanji realm and actually owned such a shop?
"My son left it for me." The old man waved his hand and brought some dried meat to Yi Yun.
Seeing that the old man was unwilling to say more, Yi Yun did not ask any more questions. He said, "Old man, do you know where in this martial city you can buy top-notch heavenly materials and earthly treasures?"
"Are the top-notch natural materials and earthly treasures... If we say the top-notch natural materials and earthly treasures are in the inner city of Wucheng, that is, the sixth city district where Wuling Palace is located. In the entire Wucheng, Wuling Palace occupies a large area in the middle
Land, but you need a pass to enter the inner city..."
"Pass? How to get it?" Yi Yun saw the sixth area marked on the map, but the specific qualifications for entering the city were not introduced on the map.
"Every year, Wuling Palace asks warriors to submit applications and issue passes after the assessment. However, the conditions for the assessment are very strict, and the assessment time this year has passed. I'm afraid you won't be able to get the pass."
Hearing the old man's introduction, Yi Yun was stunned. The Wuling tribe was actually so troublesome. They actually needed a pass to enter an inner city, and it was so troublesome to issue it.
The old man saw Yi Yun's thoughts and said: "The Wuling tribe is a remnant of ancient times. They have special blood and outstanding talents. In fact, they look down on outsiders like us at all. There are also some outsiders who have become elders in the Wuling tribe, but overall
, are all being excluded and suppressed. In this sixth city area, more than 90% are members of the Wuling tribe."
The old man spoke slowly, and Yi Yun was a little surprised. This old man knew so many things despite his low cultivation level.
He took a look at the old man's Dantian. He was not the kind of person who was injured and fell into the realm. Instead, he was a truly low-level warrior with no martial arts talent.
"Thank you, old man, for telling me so much. It seems that I can only go to other places to look."
Yi Yun didn't want to wait here in vain just to find some materials. He also considered sneaking into the inner city quietly, but considering that the ancestor of the gods was still in this city, the risk was too high, so he decided not to do it.
Just as Yi Yun was about to pay and leave, the old man said: "You don't have to leave, guest officer. I do have a pass. It's useless to keep it. I can give it to you."
"Oh?" Yi Yun looked at the old man in surprise. Does this old man still have this thing? He just said that the assessment for issuing passes is very strict.
The old man said: "My son also gave it to me. He is a disciple of the Wuling clan..."
That’s how it turns out…
Yi Yun nodded. He felt that the fire of life in this old man's body was stronger than that of an ordinary Yuanji-level old man. He might have taken some life-prolonging elixirs, presumably given to him by his son.
It's a teahouse, a pill, and a passport, but his son is actually filial.
"Sir, please follow me to your home to get it..."
As the old man spoke, he wanted to close the teahouse.
It was just past noon, and when he saw that the old man was about to close the door, Yi Yun said sheepishly: "Old man, there is no need to be in such a hurry. You have only done half of your business today. I can wait here until evening."
The old man shook his head: "It's nothing, there are not many customers. This teahouse was just left by my son to me to chat with a few old friends. By the way, it also provided some resting places for some low-level warriors who frequented Wucheng. Now
The business has also become deserted, there are not many people around, so if it is closed, it will be closed..."
As the old man spoke, he slowly locked the door.
He led Yi Yun through several alleys and came to a separate courtyard. The courtyard was not big, and a tall fir tree was planted in the middle. The lush crown of the tree covered the entire courtyard, making it look cool and warm.
"It's a good place to stay."
Yi Yun sincerely thought that such an elegant residence in Wucheng must be expensive. It seemed that the old man's son really had some skills.
With the slight friction sound of the wooden shaft turning, the old man pushed open the courtyard door. In the courtyard, there was a little girl wearing a floral plaid. She had just filled a basin of water and was washing a towel.
She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, full of youthful vitality.
When she saw the old man coming in, she pursed her lips, as if she had something to say, but when she saw Yi Yun behind the old man, she suddenly stopped what she wanted to say.
"Grandpa, this person is..."
The little girl originally looked weak and pitiful, but when she saw Yi Yun, she became wary.
"He's a guest of grandpa. He's not a bad person. Xiaoxiao, go make a bowl of tea."
The old man said, and then said to Yi Yun: "Sir, please stay in the living room for a while while I go get my pass."
Yi Yun cupped his fists and saluted: "Thank you, old man. I wonder what the price of this pass is..."
"There's no need for money. It's useless if I keep it. There's no need to go to the inner city anyway, so I'll leave it to you."
As the old man spoke, he walked towards the side room.
Yi Yun glanced at the old man's back. Logically speaking, this old man had a happy life and had a filial and promising son. However, he felt that there was always a hint of gloom between the old man's brows.
Yi Yun concentrated for a moment. Out of curiosity, he glanced at the room that the little girl had just entered. He felt that there was a very weak breathing coming from that room, which meant that there was still someone living there.
Yi Yun couldn't help but use his senses to scan the room and immediately saw the scene in the room. At this glance, he was stunned.
He saw a young man with a pale face and protruding blood vessels lying on the couch, while the little girl knelt beside the bed, picked up a towel, wrung it out, and carefully wiped the young man's body.
The man had no consciousness. If he hadn't been breathing weakly, Yi Yun would have almost thought he was dead.
This young man is very ill!
"Dad...get better soon. Please, if you can't get better, what will grandpa and I do..."
The girl wiped the man's face and tears rolled down her cheeks. Yi Yun looked on and was stunned for a moment.
Daddy...
Is this young man the old man's son?
Thinking of the old man's expression when he mentioned his son several times just now, it was not pride, but confusion and heaviness. Yi Yun suddenly understood that the old man's son had been seriously injured in bed and could not be revived.
Yi Yun couldn't help but glance at the young man's dantian, and he suddenly saw the Dao Palace.
The second level of Dao Palace.
Comparing the age of the old man, this young man is only a few hundred years old. He is definitely a rare genius who can reach the second level of Dao Palace at a few hundred years old.
It is a pity that such a genius suddenly fell into a coma and was about to die of illness.
Seeing the little girl wiping the young man's face in vain, Yi Yun felt inexplicably sad.
This young man is the backbone of the family. Now that the backbone is down, the life of the grandfather and grandson in Wucheng may be difficult.
Thinking of the old man selling those low-grade spiritual teas, and the back of the old man stumbling to close the door of the teahouse, Yi Yun felt that the soft part in his heart was touched...
"Sir, I got this pass for you."
The old man walked out of the wing, holding a bronze token in his hand with the word "Martial Spirit" engraved on the front.
"Xiaoxiao, why haven't you made tea yet?" the old man said to the back room.
"coming."
Xiaoxiao hurriedly wiped away her tears, went to the back room to get tea and boiling water, and came to the living room.
Seeing the red eyes of the little girl, Yi Yun didn't know what to say. He took the tea from the little girl's hand, was silent for a while, and said to the old man, "Can the old man tell you something about your son?"
After hearing Yi Yun's inquiry, the old man was startled and then guessed that Yi Yun had already seen his son seriously ill in bed.
He shook his head and said: "There is nothing to say. Maybe he is not lucky enough and has a bad life... He was originally very talented, but it seems that he got some opportunities. At a young age, he was recruited by the Wuling clan. He is extremely dazzling. He is in the martial arts.
After the Spirit Clan established a foothold, they asked me, an old man, to move to Wucheng and open a teahouse so that I could chat with old friends when I was bored. Later, he married a beautiful wife, and there was
A daughter. I thought that having such a son was a blessing accumulated over many lifetimes, but I didn’t expect people to have misfortune. One time when he went out for training, he was seriously injured, and he became like this. At first, he returned to martial arts.
The Spirit Clan treated him, but two years ago, the Wu Ling Clan declared that he could not be cured, so I took him home and have been taking care of him until now..."