Looking at the white gauze in his hand, Shen Lang gradually recalled the extremely vague memory of that night when he was unconscious.
During the painful process of reshaping his body, he was unconscious at that time and could not see the other person's face clearly, but he vaguely remembered that a woman in white had saved him. If he had not been saved, even if he was lucky enough to reshape his body, he would probably have lost his life.
It will also be reduced to ashes in the mountain fire that night...
But at that time, he suffered many disasters, and when he was rescued, he did not understand the other party's intentions, so he used his last strength to struggle and resist, and finally tore off a corner of the other party's dress, which is the strand of white gauze on his hand now.
Surprisingly, Shen Lang put the white gauze to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. There seemed to be a lingering fragrance unique to women...
At this moment, the door of the cabin was pushed open casually, and an old man with a white beard in white clothes came over.
"Hey, last night you were like a roasted suckling pig. How can you be jumping around after such a long time? It's really weird."
Looking at the white clothes on the old man's body, Shen Lang was stunned.
"Did I remember wrong? It's not a woman? Could it be this old man... Damn!" Thinking of his previous behavior of sniffing the white gauze, Shen Lang's head was suddenly filled with black lines, and his heart felt like ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past.
However, he still regained his composure in an instant, clasped his hands and saluted, "Thank you, old man, for rescuing me."
"You thanked the wrong person. I didn't save your life." The old man looked at the white gauze in Shen Lang's hand and said angrily.
"No? It's not just right." Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved inexplicably. He secretly thought that the woman had placed him here last night, so he said again: "Then thank you for taking me in."
"Then you are wrong again. I am not the one who takes you in." The old man said with a strange smile.
"Damn! Then where did you come from?" Shen Lang couldn't help but curse.
"Hey, you little brat, why are you talking? I tell you, I'm here to collect rent! One spiritual stone a day." The old man said with his eyes wide open.
Spiritual stones are good things, much more precious than gold and silver in the mortal world, and are hard currency among monks. A place that dares to accept one spiritual stone a day must be a very luxurious place in the mortal world.
"Let's play! Is this a shabby place? Do you dare to make it darker?" Shen Lang looked around, but couldn't see the slightest hint of luxury here.
"What a waste of a place? You are an ignorant person. This is Juxian Villa! At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, it is a holy land for spiritual practice. Every inch of land is valuable!" the old man snorted.
"I didn't expect this to be the territory of the Qingyun Sect." Shen Lang was slightly shocked.
The Immortal and Demonic Forest stretches for thousands of miles, and at the edge of the Immortal and Demonic Forest, there are three sects standing together, namely Lingyun Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Yunlan Sect. The relationship between the three sects is very subtle. It is difficult to say whether they are friends or enemies.
There are also fights between them.
Shen Lang was once a disciple of the Lingyun Sect, and he often visited the Immortal and Demonic Forest in the past, so he had some understanding of some situations in the Qingyun Sect.
Juxian Villa, as its name suggests, means to accommodate guests from all over the world. To put it bluntly, it is actually a part of the Qingyun Sect. Monks from all directions who want to join the Qingyun Sect can temporarily live in Juxian Villa. If they can pass the Qingyun Sect in the future,
After passing the sect's assessment, you can become an official disciple of Qingyun Seven Peaks.
"What are you thinking about in such a daze? Get the spirit stone quickly." The old man continued to urge.
Shen Lang smiled bitterly to himself. His spiritual stone had long been taken away by Taoist Cang Ming. At this time, it could be said that he was penniless, so he changed the subject and said: "Where is the person who saved me last night? Who is she?"
"Why, they saved you, and you still want to go up the mountain to cause harm to them?" said the old man in white.
"Is she from the mountain?" Shen Lang asked.
"Uh, pretend I didn't say that." The expression of the old man in white changed.
"People on Qingyun Mountain can enter and leave the Poisonous Forbidden Land at will, so her cultivation level..." Shen Lang pondered to himself.
At this time, another man came from outside the door. The man looked to be about the same age as Shen Lang, with a medium build and an ordinary appearance. Although his aura was calm, it was nothing special. He probably had the cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining, so People like him seem to be everywhere in the spiritual world, and it is difficult to find any characteristics in him. The only thing worth noting is the man's eyes and dull brows, which reveal a kind of honesty and honesty that is hard to find in troubled times.
"Well, he should be the person you want to thank. This room belongs to him, the bed you sleep on belongs to him, and even the clean clothes you are wearing now belong to him," the old man introduced.
Shen Lang looked at Honest Man's frosty and wet hair, thinking that Honest Man might have spent the night outside the house in order not to disturb his rest. He couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart, so he bowed with great respect and seriousness and said, "Thank you very much."
"Um..." The honest man seemed to be a little cautious, and he was stunned for a long time before he blurted out: "My name is Liu An."
Seeing that Shen Lang's attitude towards Liu An was quite good, the old man calmly stroked his beard and secretly said that the boy he saved didn't look like a wolf-hearted person. Then he said: "I still have something to do. I'll come back to collect your rent another day."
"Wait a minute." Shen Lang quickly stopped the old man, "The house belongs to Liu An and the bed belongs to Liu An. What kind of rent are you charging?"
"The whole Wuweiju is covered by me. If one more person lives in the house, of course he has to pay more rent." The old man snorted and disappeared in a flash. His speed shocked Shen Lang.
"Can't you tell, he's still a master? But why can't you see that this guy has any mastery in him?" Shen Lang curled his lips.
"He is the sword shopkeeper." Liu And said.
"Bastard shopkeeper?" Shen Lang was slightly stunned.
"It's not cheap, it's the sword's sword. He is the shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion." Liu An corrected him.
"Everyone who does business in this world is indeed stingy and shady." Shen Lang obviously didn't like the sword shopkeeper.
"Shopkeeper Jian is a good man." Liu An's voice was a little dull.
There was obvious doubt in Shen Lang's eyes: "Good person? I'm afraid that in the eyes of an honest person like you, everyone in the world is a good person, right?"
"He is really a good man. Your physical condition was very bad last night, so he fed you a cold scented pill." Liu An added.
Shen Lang's heart was slightly moved. He himself had made elixirs before, so he naturally knew about Lengxiang Dan. This elixir has the function of removing fire poison, and it is also very effective in healing injuries. Maybe he was burned by the mountain fire last night, and his appearance was a bit... It's scary, the sword shopkeeper just gave me this pill.
Shen Lang's face looked a little strange: "It's really strange. This old man gave away elixirs worth thousands of spiritual stones, but he kept it secret, and then came to collect the rent of one spiritual stone. What kind of tricks was he doing?"
"I'm not sure either." Liu Andao said, "I just remember that he said that great kindness is like great enmity, that saving people is harm, and that there is a debt of gratitude. I don't know what this means."
Shen Lang suddenly fell silent, looking back on the past four years with a somewhat complicated expression.
Isn't that the truth that great kindness is like great hatred? When he was the alchemist in Lingyun Sect, how many people had received his favor? But what was the result?
The world is dangerous, how many kind and righteous people are there? How many honest people are there? People's hearts are separated from each other, who can know whether the person you save is a wolf-hearted person?
Don't say it's a wolf-hearted thing. Even ordinary people who owe elixirs or owe favors will feel inferior in front of their benefactors. I'm afraid they want to hide from their benefactors, right? If they can't avoid it, the benefactors are just acquaintances whom they can't see when they look up and look down.
, that inferiority complex may accumulate in the heart, and so-called kindness becomes hatred.
If the favor is small and can be repaid easily, it may be better. If it is a great favor that cannot be repaid in a lifetime, it may turn into a life-or-death feud. After all, who wants to be unable to hold his head up in front of acquaintances forever? If it is not repaid clearly,
Of course, they killed him quickly and then deliberately alienated him, wishing he could die without contact.
Therefore, you need to be cautious when giving kindness. Even if you give kindness, it is best to stay away from it and wait and see for a long time...
"Compared with this Sword Shopkeeper, I used to be much more naive." Shen Lang secretly said: "No wonder that woman saved me last night, but she didn't even leave a name. Jian Shopkeeper gave me the pills, but she didn't
Ken said a little more. They knew that rescuing people was troublesome, but they still came to save them. These two are indeed really good people."
For a moment, Shen Lang was in awe of the woman and the sword shopkeeper last night, and he also had a good impression of the Qingyun Sect.
"You are also a monk, do you want to stay at Juxian Villa? In one month, it will be the day of Qingyun Sect's entrance examination." Liu An asked.
Do you want to join the Qingyun Sect?
"I'll make peace with myself now that I'm here. Okay, let's stay here for now and join the Qingyun Sect in a month." Shen Lang only hesitated for a moment and made his decision immediately.
Shen Lang didn't like to owe favors to others, but since he had already owed favors, he must repay them. The woman who saved him that night was on Qingyun Mountain, and it was difficult for Shen Lang to leave without saying a word.
In addition, he wants to seek revenge from the Lingyun Sect! It may be easier to deal with Li Qingshu and Zhao Dejing, but Taoist Cang Jie has a cultivation level of the ninth level of the Golden Core, and has many treasures and secret skills at his disposal.
Shen Lang needs a spiritual mountain with sufficient spiritual energy to practice, a powerful spiritual weapon, and profound secret skills. Qingyun Sect can meet his needs.
"That's great. We have a new member in Wuweiju." Liu An grinned.
But at this moment, the door of the simple wooden house was suddenly kicked open, and a young man in a green shirt broke in.