Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Xu Yeyu and Xia Xiaomo walked into an inn.

The two are now very close to the location on the map and want to rest for a while and adjust their condition before heading to their destination.

In addition to these two people, there were two other monks in the inn.

The woman was wearing a white dress and the old man was wearing a gray dress.

The nun puffed out her chest, supporting it with her hands, a smile on her face.

"Master, what do you think?" asked the female monk.

The white-haired old man glanced at the woman indifferently, then picked up the teacup.

He naturally knew which aspect was being referred to.

"You're not a kid anymore, you still need to be careful in public."

The old man took a sip of tea and continued, "You have to know that a man's focus will shift downward as he gets older."

The woman put her hands down, a puzzled look on her face.

Does this have anything to do with her problem?

"Master, I don't understand what you mean."

The old man put down his teacup and said, "When we are children, we like to look at faces. When we grow up, we like to look at breasts. When we are young, we like to look at buttocks."

The woman lifted her skirt, revealing a section of her snow-white legs, her skin as smooth and delicate as jade.

"Master likes to look at legs now?"

The old man coughed a few times and said, "I've told you to be careful about your appearance in public."

"Are you admitting it?" the woman asked again.

The old man picked up the teacup again and said, "I've gone too far. Now I only care about who will be buried with me after I die. As long as it's someone who can be buried with me, I'm no longer interested in breasts or anything like that."

"I'm not interested in legs either."

After hearing what the old man said, the smile on the woman's face suddenly stopped.

After thinking for a long time, she said, "Master, aren't you only over 200 years old? You are a cultivator in the Spirit Building Realm and can live for a long time. Even if I am buried, you may not be buried either."

A Spirit Building Realm of more than 200 years old has already surpassed most cultivators.

Her master maintained the image of an old man, but he did it deliberately.

If he really wanted to become younger, it would be an easy thing to do.

"You may surpass me in the future, so there's no need to say that," said the old man.

The woman poured herself a bowl of chicken soup. She picked up the bowl and blew gently, causing slight ripples to appear on the surface of the warm soup.

"Master, what do you think about what I told you last time?" the woman asked.

After she finished speaking, she drank the chicken soup in the bowl.

"What do you mean?" the old man asked.

The woman put down the bowl and said, "Last time I was beaten by a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm, Master, won't you help me get revenge?"

"It's normal to get injured during a sparring match. He didn't mean to hurt you," the old man asked.

The woman took out a mortal novel from her storage ring and said, "But these books all have a plot like this: the apprentice gets beaten up and the master goes to seek revenge."

The old man glanced at her calmly and said, "You are probably talking about the villain's plot. We are upright monks and will not do such a thing."

"There may be such a master, but I won't do such a thing. I want to save face."

The woman put away the book of mortal novels, and she said that she was just joking when she said she was looking for a place to fight.

The old man poured a bowl of chicken soup and said, "There is one more thing. I'm going to tell you now, or you might suffer in the future."

"Master, you say." said the woman.

The old man drank a mouthful of chicken soup and asked, "What realm are you in?"

The woman was a little confused. Didn’t her master know what realm she was in?

"The middle stage of the Foundation Breakthrough Realm." The woman replied.

"Where is the monk who sparred with you?" the old man asked again.

"Middle stage of foundation building."

The old man nodded slightly and said, "There is a big realm difference between you two, and you are both sword cultivators from the Sword Holding Sect, but he still defeated you easily."

"My first reaction was that I wasn't that powerful back then. My second reaction was that he must have a master or a force backing him up."

"And then?" the woman asked.

The old man said unhappily: "Even if I really help you find a place, I can't beat those people behind them."

"In those mortal novels you read, there should be a plot like this. The villain asked the master to go looking for trouble, but he was beaten to death by the people behind the protagonist."

He had some understanding of the plot of this kind of mortal fiction book.

The woman pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Master, it's a pity that you don't become a sword cultivator of the Lujian Sect."

She thought for a moment and spoke again: "Don't we have any power to support us?"

"We are just independent cultivators, of course we have no force to support us," the old man replied.

"Then Master, how did you cultivate to the Spirit Building Realm?" the woman asked curiously.

It is already a remarkable thing for a casual cultivator without any sect or school to cultivate to the Golden Core Realm.

What's more, her master is in the Spirit Building Realm.

A cultivator at the Spirit Building Realm doesn't even have a backer.

“I was able to cultivate to the Spirit Building Realm thanks to hard work and sweat,” the old man replied.

The woman was speechless. After a long while, she finally spoke.

"Master, don't you plan to join a sect?"

It should be very easy for a cultivator of the fifth realm to join a sect.

"I don't have such plans. If you really want a force to join, I can go to a small sect and serve as a servant." said the old man.

The woman shook her head and said, "I'm just asking out of curiosity. If Master has no such plans, there's no need to force it."

"Then hurry up and eat. After you're done, go practice swordplay."

The old man thought for a moment and continued, "Today, you will not need to use your Qi. Swing your sword 10,000 times. You are not allowed to rest until you have finished practicing."

"If I swing the sword ten thousand times without using my true energy, I will die!" the woman shouted.

"Practicing sword skills can help you live towards death, which is good." said the old man.

......

......

Xu Yeyu withdrew his gaze.

It is rare to see a fifth-level cultivator walking in the human world, and you might not even see one in a big city. I didn't expect to meet one in such a remote county town.

He thought to himself that this master and disciple pair was quite interesting.

He had also read the plot of the mortal novel that the two people mentioned just now.

The villain was beaten up by the protagonist, but when the villain's master found out about it, he immediately decided to kill him.

Finally it was given away.

"Does it really true that your focus as men shift downward as you get older?" Xia Xiaomo suddenly asked.

After Xu Yeyu pondered for a moment, he replied, "I don't know about that. I haven't discussed this topic with anyone else."

"What about you?" Xia Xiaomo asked again.

Xu Yeyu said seriously: "Of course I like them all! What is it about Xiaomo that I don't like? Whether it's..."

Xia Xiaomo's cheeks flushed slightly. She reached out and covered Xu Yeyu's mouth, interrupting his next words.

"I understand. You don't have to continue. I didn't ask you this kind of question!" Xia Xiaomo said.

Is this something you can say in public?

Even if you act like a hooligan, you should pay attention to the occasion!