Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 100 Sure enough, he is an expert

"Xianglian appears to be burned, but there's no trace of evil fire within her body." Chen Qianru asked doubtfully, "Logically, if the fusion fails, she'll definitely be consumed by the evil fire."

"That kid from Xuanxin Sect has the supreme treasure, Ice Soul, to suppress the evil fire, but there's no trace of evil fire in Xianglian's body. This is really strange."

The Tianji Pavilion was not without examples of failed fusions. Most of the disciples were burned to death by the evil fire, and only a few disciples were able to draw out the evil fire and suppress it. Some of them were even unable to leave the cold pond for the rest of their lives.

"Could it be him?" Zhao Yunhai suddenly wondered, and immediately thought in his mind whether it was the rough-looking man who did it?
Chen Qianru also reacted and asked in a puzzled tone, "Who? Are you talking about the bearded disciple outside the sect?"

Zhao Yunhai nodded, and then told her what Zhang Kun had said to him.

"If this is true, then this person must possess the method to resolve the evil fire. Tianji Pavilion will no longer fear the dire consequences of a failed fusion." Chen Qianru suddenly beamed with joy and said, "Brother, we must not offend this person. We must befriend him."

Zhao Yunhai walked to the window and immediately took Li Xianglian's pulse. A look of shock appeared on his face. He said, "This man is indeed a master."

"Zhang Kun," Zhao Yunhai called out, "From today on, whatever Mr. Ye needs, as long as it's not excessive, we will do our best to satisfy him."

"As for the elixir you wanted last time, I can give you one for free."

"Yes, Pavilion Master, I will keep it in mind." Zhang Kun bowed quickly, and his heart was filled with joy. He thought he would have to wait for decades, but he didn't expect that he could get it for free now.

Zhao Yunhai then turned to Chen Qianru and said, "Junior Sister Qianru, although Junior Niece Xianglian is not seriously injured, she has overexerted herself from practicing swordsmanship. We will take her to the inner hall of Tianji Pavilion to rest and give her some elixirs to help her recover."

"Yes, senior brother." After saying that, Chen Qianru picked up Li Xianglian and walked out the door.

Looking at Ye Beixuan outside the door, Chen Qianru said politely, "Thank you, sir, for saving my humble disciple. I will definitely come to thank you another day. I am sorry for the inconvenience today, so I will take my leave first."

"No need to see her off." Looking at Li Xianglian being taken away, Ye Beixuan thought to himself: "It should be alright after being taken away by Master! She's not dead, so I can put my worries to rest. I also happened to save her, so it's even."

Zhao Yunhai was about to leave, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly asked, "Sir, may I ask, is the destiny of life, wealth and poverty, fortune and misfortune, all predetermined?"

Hmm? Ye Beixuan was taken aback by his flowery question. He began searching for inspirational articles online, and a good answer immediately popped up in his mind.

So he slowed down his speech and said calmly: "Man can conquer nature."

Zhao Yunhai was stunned for a moment, then his face showed a thoughtful look. Then he looked at Ye Beixuan's face and calculated with his fingers. Then he took a step back in shock.

His chest was gasping for breath. Now he finally believed what Zhang Kun said, so he said in a more respectful tone: "Thank you for your guidance, sir. Zhao will take his leave."

Huh? This is what you call guidance? Ye Beixuan felt awkward. Looking at his back, he wanted to say, "Don't go. I have more than just this sentence. I also have the even more domineering saying, 'My fate is in my own hands.' Come on, let me tell you."

After everyone left, the courtyard returned to its quiet state. The sky was also getting darker. Although Ye Beixuan was in the Qi training stage, he would still feel hungry. He had not yet reached the stage of fasting. If he had fasting pills, he would not have to eat them. However, he was poor!
"Xiaobei, bring the food over."

Ye Xiaobei patted his chest. Although he was kicked, the other party didn't actually think anything of it and didn't use much force. Otherwise, if he had kicked really hard, a mortal child would have been kicked to death.

"Yes, master."

The two of them were carrying a large basin of "vegetables", which were more like medicine than vegetables. Apart from some wild vegetables, there were only these magical medicines in the mountains. Ye Beixuan, relying on his immunity to all poisons, imitated Shennong and tasted the herbs one by one. He found that some of them tasted good, and it was okay to pick some tender sprouts to stir-fry, such as the wolfberry head.

Of course, meat was also indispensable. It was some birds he had shot down. There was nothing delicious in the mountains, only some wild game. Alas! It was all bland. "Children can't eat vegetables. Eat more meat." Ye Beixuan reminded him.

He didn't know what the medicinal properties of these herbs were, so he tried to prevent the child from getting sick.

Ye Xiaobei was so touched that he burst into tears. He felt even more grateful in his heart that the master was so good to him. He knew that I needed to grow and gave all the meat to me and ate the vegetables himself. He must not let the master down.

After dinner, Ye Xiaobei cleaned up the mess sensibly, then took all the pots and pans to the ancient well in the yard to wash them.

Ye Beixuan nodded with satisfaction, thinking in his heart that he was sensible.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning.

Ye Beixuan was sleeping in a daze when he was suddenly awakened by a series of "Hey" and "Ha" sounds in the yard. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he slowly walked to the door and gently opened it a crack. He saw Ye Xiaobei holding a wooden sword and practicing some basic sword techniques that he had taught him in the yard.

This child is really hardworking. Ye Beixuan nodded secretly, but then he looked ashamed. I am not even as good as a child. I practice and sleep all day long.

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The sound of a door opening interrupted Ye Xiaobei's sword practice. He said with a shameful look on his face, "Master."

"Well, there are some problems with your training." Ye Beixuan said bluntly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaobei lowered his head even deeper and whispered, "My disciple is dull and dull, and there's no way I can master the exquisite swordsmanship that Master taught me."

Ye Beixuan walked forward, touched his head, and said softly: "Let me tell you a little story!"

"Story?" Ye Xiaobei asked doubtfully, "What story?"

Ye Beixuan waved his folding fan and narrated softly, "In a small town famous for its porcelain, there lived a lonely and thin boy..."

Ye Beixuan began to vividly describe the growth of the boy in the story. He did not have any domineering aura, nor was he a peerless genius. All he had was a tenacious heart.

"Master, when you are in doubt, you can ask what spring breeze means?" Ye Xiaobei asked curiously.

Ye Beixuan actually didn't know either, because he only read stories and was not good at interpreting them.

So he patted his head and whispered, "This is to tell you that when you encounter something you can't decide, you should first ask your own heart. Don't go against your heart, then everything will no longer be a problem."

Ye Xiaobei nodded, not quite understanding, and became more determined in his heart. I must learn from my master, master swordsmanship, and eliminate evil and promote good.

Ye Beixuan briefly told Ye Xiaobei a short story. Although he was selective and there was no reward, it was still his way of teaching his apprentice! After all, it was his first time as a master and he had no experience.

At this moment, footsteps sounded and Zhang Kun, looking very proud, came over and said, "Hello, Mr. Ye."

Looking at Ye Beixuan holding the folding fan, Zhang Kun suddenly teased, "Sir, are you going to tell a story for your disciples again? I beg you to tell a story for those outer disciples and give them some guidance. They are currently working in the medicinal garden."

(End of this chapter)