Text_Chapter 1215 Qingfeng Yang and Cultivation Madness
Chapter 1215 Qing Fengyang and the Cultivation Mania
Wen Zhouxiang raised his eyebrows: "Fat man, what are you excited about? Junior Sister Zhao is willing to join Jia San Mountain, and she is also going for Boss Chen. What can happen to you?"
Ouyang Yunchuan and Ouyang Shanhe also agreed: "That's right, wipe your saliva quickly to avoid scaring the girl away."
Fatty Cao snorted: "Tch! Even if I can't catch up with Goddess Zhao, it's still a pleasure to watch her every day."
"This is called sentiment, you three don't understand!"
"Hey? Fatty's flesh is loose again, isn't it?"
"Hit him!"
"Wow, you guys are so stupid! Do you want to fight in a one-on-one battle?"
"It's a one-on-one challenge, why don't you run away?"
"Ouch~ Fatty, I suddenly have a stomachache, please wait for me to go and get some relief first..."
At this time, Qingyun Sect is at the entrance of Nanhua Mountain.
In front of the mountain gate, an old man with white hair was half lying on a bamboo and rattan chair. There was a small pond a few steps in front of him.
The old man was holding a fishing rod half-tightly in his hand, and it looked like he was fishing, but in fact, his eyes were closed, he was snoring slightly, and he was actually asleep!
A hundred steps away behind him, stood a beautiful woman and an old man smelling of alcohol. They were the two elders of Jiasan Mountain: Liu Ruyan and Zhou Jingen.
The old man who could make these two people stand and wait quietly without disturbing their peaceful sleep was none other than Haori's master, the head of the Qingyun Sect's supreme elders more than a hundred years ago——
Green breeze.
After about half an hour, the fishing rod trembled slightly.
"Huh? The fish took the bait!"
The old man who was sleeping soundly just a moment ago suddenly woke up. He raised his arm and a small carp that had bitten the hook was pulled out of the water.
"Hey, you're the lucky guy today!"
While the old man was talking to himself, he gently pinched the gills of the fish, took off the hook in its mouth, and then casually used a ball of water-based mysterious energy——
"Buzz!"
After a while, the small bloody hole on the upper jaw of the carp's mouth healed immediately, and its vitality also increased a lot.
The old man threw the carp back into the pond and swam away...
Quietly waiting for Qing Fengyang to finish all this, Liu Ruyan and Zhou Jingen both stepped forward and clasped their fists respectfully: "Apprentice daughter-in-law Liu Ruyan (nephew Zhou Jingen), pay my respects to Mr. Qing!"
"Hmm, are you here?"
While speaking, Qing Fengyang's skinny body swayed slightly, and an invisible force suddenly lifted the bamboo and rattan chair he was sitting on, causing it to fall half an inch off the ground.
Immediately, the old man raised his eyelids slightly: "Did you two bring any delicious food? We haven't seen each other for ten days, and I almost feel like a bird is out of my mouth!"
Liu Ruyan responded respectfully, and took out a large bowl of sauce-fried pork knuckles, a plate of purple bamboo shoots and golden elephant silk, and a plate of honey-flavored flower cake from the Space Xuan Ring.
Although there are only three dishes, all of them are middle-grade Xuanshi delicacies at the Lingjie level. Qingfeng Yang was delighted: "Good, good, good, good!"
Then, he glanced at Zhou Jingen: "What about you? You didn't come empty-handed again, did you?"
"This..." Zhou Jingen felt embarrassed.
"Hmph! You little brat drinks all day long. How long has it been since you brought me food? It's unfilial!"
"Thanks to me for having a filial disciple-in-law!"
Zhou Jingen, who was in the five-star Xuanhuang realm, was actually being pointed at his nose and scolded as a "little bastard". He really smiled bitterly like his grandson and did not dare to say anything back.
Looking at the entire Qingyun Sect, I am afraid that the only one who can make him "bow down" like this is Qing Lao.
In order to cover up his embarrassment, the old man with rosacea hurriedly changed the subject: "Hey, hey, hey, don't be angry, Mr. Qing. Although my nephew didn't bring you delicious food, he brought you some good news!"
"Hmph! What good news can you have?" Qingfeng Yang rolled his eyes and didn't even look at him seriously. He just ate with his head buried in his mouth.
Zhou Jing'en pumped his strength into his palms, and with a light weight, he sucked up a heavy stone and placed it next to Qing Lao. After sitting down, he talked eloquently: "My nephew has discovered a talent! Qing Lao, please listen to me slowly..."
In one meal, Zhou Jing'en finally told all the stories about Chen Shen, and in the end he still sighed with pretense of regret: "Alas! Although my nephew desperately wanted to accept him as his direct disciple, Chen Shen even more wanted to accept him as his direct disciple.
He has shown great respect to me and has long had the intention of admiring me, but my nephew has always felt that only you, young and old, are worthy of such a talent with first-class character and excellent temperament."
"How's it going? My nephew, am I interesting enough?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ruyan started to undermine him: "You old drunkard is so shameless! Chen Shen clearly despises you, but you made it sound like you gave him up to Qing Lao voluntarily."
"You, you, you...you fart!" Zhou Jingen's old face turned red.
Qing Fengyang wiped his mouth calmly: "If it is true as you said, then this kid is indeed a talent."
"Let's put aside his talent for metaphysics, because in my opinion, character is more important than qualifications."
"If it were replaced by a person with bad character, the higher his cultivation level will be in the future, the more he will be a disaster."
"What Mr. Qing said is absolutely true!" Zhou Jing'en rubbed his rosacea and nodded his head.
Liu Ruyan's bright eyes lit up: "So Qing Lao, you are planning to accept him as your disciple?"
"No... I have to wait and see. At least I have to see him with my own eyes before I can decide."
While speaking, the old man had picked up the fishing rod again and set up the bait leisurely: "Don't tell that little guy about this yet, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand."
Zhou Jingen curled his lips: "But you, the old man, are punished to guard the mountain gate. Without the personal order of the Supreme Headmaster, you must not leave without permission. How can you go to see Chen Shen?"
Qingfeng Yang smiled freely: "Hehehe, we will meet each other if we are destined."
"Okay, if you have nothing to do, just go ahead. I'm full and it's time to fish."
"Okay, I'll take my leave and come back to visit you another day..."
When Liu Ruyan and Zhou Jingen left, the old fishing man sighed: "Alas! One hundred and forty-seven years have passed since Haori died unjustly..."
"Now, Jiasan Mountain finally has a decent disciple."
Qing Lao slowly raised his face, his eyes deep and distant: "My disciple, seeing that this boy named Chen Shen is somewhat similar to you, I will give him a chance as my master."
"But whether that kid can withstand the test and finally become the disciple that I give all my money to, depends on his own destiny..."
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Shen had been in the colorful sky and clouds for a full month.
In the past thirty days, he only slept for half an hour every day. The rest of the time was either releasing skills or swallowing mysterious pills to restore profound energy and prepare for releasing skills...
During this period, Brother Ouyang, Zhao Yingxin and others came to him more than once.
They thought that Chen Shen would come out to rest after practicing for three hundred hours in the Ling Gathering Training Room. Who would have thought that the young man would always rush to extend his time again when the time was about to run out.
As a result, the former "King of Destruction in the Training Room" now has a new nickname - Training Madness!