"Congratulations, Your Excellency, on becoming a high disciple of the Qingyun Sect." The young man who was selling the information came forward with a naive smile on his face.
"Haha, don't worry, I haven't forgotten my previous promise." Chen Shen waved his hand, and the box containing five hundred kilograms of low-grade spiritual stones was thrown into the opponent's hand.
After thanking him repeatedly, the latter picked up the box with difficulty and ran away.
"Huh? It's difficult to carry something that weighs five hundred kilograms? Are you here to participate in the Hundred Sects' Disciple Ceremony with this level of cultivation?" Seeing this, Chen Shen couldn't help but feel suspicious, beckoned and asked: "Hey, you just left like that?
Natu Ceremony..."
"Shh!"
The young man squeezed his eyes hard, then moved closer to Chen Shen and whispered: "Um...actually, I, I'm just a four-star profound disciple."
"The reason why I came to participate in the Hundred Sects' Initiation Ceremony is because I want to earn some money for my grandfather's medical treatment."
"As for the rules in the Hundred Sects Ceremony, my grandpa told me and asked me to memorize them, hehe..." At the end of the sentence, the young man scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
"That's it." Chen Shen laughed dumbly: "No wonder I just asked you what the two stones were for, but you told me a lot. So you were memorizing the words?"
"Well...you, you don't want to take back these spiritual stones, do you? I, we have made a blood oath!" The young man looked nervous.
"Hahahaha, I'm not that kind of person! Speaking of which, your memorization of words actually helped me. How can I repay kindness with hatred?"
Chen Shen patted the other party's shoulder lightly: "Let's go, take me to see your grandfather. His illness, maybe I can help him?"
"Really?" The young man was overjoyed, but then he hesitated: "But... I have no money, I can't afford Xuan Dan. I can't even afford the medical treatment."
"That's it, then I have to think about it..." Chen Shen narrowed his eyes.
But I heard the other party say again: "But, if you can really save my grandpa, I am willing to work as a horse for you!"
"Hahahaha, okay, I was teasing you just now, please lead the way!"
"Yes, thank you benefactor!" The young man was overjoyed, but felt that his hand was empty, and the box containing the spiritual stones had been sucked away by the other party.
"Ah! My spirit stone, you..."
Chen Shen waved his hand to signal the other party not to be nervous: "I'll hold it for you first. Otherwise, with your level of cultivation as a four-star profound disciple and running so slowly with a load of five hundred kilograms, how long will it take you to get there?"
Only then did the young man realize that he had misunderstood Chen Shen, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.
After the two left the central square, they called a carriage and ran like the wind.
In the sedan chair, Chen Shen and the filial boy chatted one after another——
"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"
"The boy's nickname is Guan Yu."
"Guan Yu? I'll wipe it, Mr. Guan!" Chen Shen said with an exaggerated look.
"Ah? Oh no, no, no, I don't dare to use a patronymic title."
The young man was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly: "Guan and Yu, whose surname is Guanguaan, are Yu from Ziwei Xingyu City. Are you afraid you have mistaken the person?"
"Uh, okay. By the way, what disease does your grandfather have?"
"The kid doesn't know either..."
"Then which sect does your grandfather come from?" Chen Shen asked again.
When he thought about it, since Guan Yu's old man knew the hierarchy of the cultivating sects well, knew the process of the Hundred Sects' Disciple Recruitment Ceremony, and knew the Age Judging Stone and Xuan Measuring Stone very well, it was very likely that he came from a certain sect.
Door.
Unexpectedly, Guan Yu looked confused: "Zong? Oh no, no, no, my grandfather has always stayed in Ziwei Tianyu City and has never joined any sect."
"Well? Then why does he know about the sect's affairs? And why did he ask you to sell the information to earn spiritual stones?"
Chen Shen raised his eyebrows: "I sincerely want to help you, but you don't want to tell me the truth. Isn't this a bit too much?"
"How dare I hide my benefactor? Everything I said is true!"
Guan Yu suddenly panicked: "Since I can remember, I have lived with my grandfather, father and mother in Ziwei Xingyu City."
"My grandfather is a blacksmith, my father is a mysterious beast hunter who works in the Tianyi Mercenary Group, and my mother is a worker at Lingjuan Embroidery Workshop."
"But when the boy was six years old, his father unfortunately died during a mission to hunt a mysterious beast."
"My mother became ill due to grief, and she also passed away with my father just a week later. Since then, the boy and his grandfather have been dependent on each other."
"Until two months ago, grandpa suddenly contracted a strange illness."
"The boy can feel that his old man's behavior seems to be a little strange. It seems to be caused by a strange disease."
"But no matter what he becomes, he is still my grandfather, and he can never be from the sect."
Hearing this, Chen Shen nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, it seems that I wronged you."
Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated and small blacksmith shop on the edge of the northern city.
After paying the bill to the coachman, Chen Shen was ushered into the wing in the backyard of the blacksmith shop by Guan Yu.
Although the house is small, it is kept spotless. Come to think of it, it was all cleaned by Guan Yu, a diligent boy.
In the middle of the room, there was a square wooden table, with half a bowl of cold white porridge and a plate of pickles on the table.
But on the cabinet next to the bed, there was a bowl of fragrant Xuanshi meat soup.
Even though it looks a bit like the soup leftovers from hotel guests, its nutritional value and taste are thousands of times better than white porridge and pickles.
"Grandpa? Grandpa, wake up, it's time to have lunch."
Guan Yu gently shook the old man's shoulder, woke him up and helped him sit up, then picked up the bowl of soup with his other hand and handed it to the old man's mouth.
It turned out that the white porridge and pickles on the table were eaten by Guan Yu himself.
That bowl of Xuanshi leftovers that I didn’t know where to get was for the white-haired old man on the bed to eat...
The old man stammered in confusion, raised his eyes slightly, and slowly opened his mouth to suck in a spoonful of meat soup, but frowned: "Well, it doesn't taste good, it's completely cold!"
"Xiao Yuzi, you, you unfilial grandson, actually gave me something like this to drink?"
Guan Yu quickly fell to the ground holding the bowl: "My grandson doesn't dare! It's just because grandpa said before that eating cold food is good for the disease, so the kid doesn't feel hot."
"Well...when did I say that? Huh, it must be you, an unfilial son and a lazy person!"
"No, grandpa, you did tell me. By the way, grandpa, this is Mr. Chen, he is the one who bought the information you told me. There are five hundred kilograms of spiritual stones in the box. You
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"That's enough! Don't try to change the subject. Are you really thinking that I am a grandfather? You, get out of here. I don't want a grandson like you. Get out of here! Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
"Grandpa, calm down! Please take care of yourself. My grandson will go and heat some soup for you."
Tears of grievance swirled in Guan Yu's eyes.
He turned around and gave Chen Shen a forced smile: "I'm sorry, benefactor, please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."
Chen Shen glanced at the eccentric old man on the bed and nodded slowly: "It doesn't matter. You go and do your work. During this time, I just happened to take your grandfather's pulse and test his condition."
"Then there's Mr. Lao En!" Guan Yu bowed deeply and walked out, turning his head three times...