I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

Lin Qingzhi was enjoying himself, holding a glass of red wine he brewed himself and taking a sip from time to time. The hot spring was shrouded in mist.

Surrounded by white mist, there are also starlight spots emerging.

It's like many fireflies floating above the hot spring.

The night was as dark as ink, gently covering Linjiang Village. On the winding river beside the village, the waves and moonlight intertwined, laying out a quiet silver ribbon.

On this quiet night, a figure slowly emerged on an official road worn by time, as if walking from the depths of the night.

The man's clothes were tattered and swaying gently in the wind. In his hand, he held a bamboo that had been polished by time to be as smooth as jade, as if it was his only support in the vast night.

His steps were unsteady and he staggered from time to time, revealing that his body was bearing some unknown burden or pain.

With persistence, he gradually approached the outline of Linjiang Village. The mottled village gate was looming in the night, like an old friend waiting for its return.

He stopped and looked up at this familiar yet unfamiliar land, with complex and indistinguishable emotions flashing in his eyes.

Finally, he chose a weathered rock at the entrance of the village as his resting place. He walked over silently, slowly sat cross-legged, and hid his tired body under the shelter of the rock.

With his back pressed against a heavy boulder, the lonely figure slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the night and fixed on the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village that had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The moonlight was like water, falling gently, outlining the contours of his face. It was a face full of traces of time, with dust and wrinkles intertwined, and half-white hair messy in the breeze, making him look even more desolate.

"Hehehe..." A dry laugh escaped from the dry lips, and along with the laughter, a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth was clearly revealed.

"Old man, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Before he finished speaking, another figure staggered out from the shadows at the village entrance, holding a shiny cane in his hand. There was a hint of blame and confusion in his tone as he pointed directly at the old man leaning against the stone.

Hehehe... I thought you, the old man, had already turned into a handful of yellow earth, but I never thought you were still alive and well."

The man was still leaning on the big rock, but he slowly raised his head, cast his eyes leisurely at the old uncle in front of him, and slowly uttered these words.

And this old man who walked out of the village was the old uncle that everyone respected.

"Look at how strong you are. How dare I talk about death so easily? At least I have to die after you, then I can feel at ease." The visitor grinned, his yellow teeth shining in the sun.

After saying that, he changed the subject and said directly to his uncle: "Tell me, what is the purpose of your visit this time..."

There seemed to be some impatience in the old uncle's eyes. He didn't want to deal with the visitor too much and asked directly.

"The seal is about to break. Those old immortals say that the catastrophe may come first."

When talking about this, the man's face instantly became as solemn as iron, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes. He stared at the old uncle tightly, and his tone was filled with unquestionable heaviness.

"seal……"

When the old uncle heard this, his expression changed suddenly, as if he was shrouded by an invisible pressure, and his face became extremely serious.

"Something's wrong, your cultivation..."

Suddenly, a trace of disbelief and fear flashed in the eyes of the visitor. He stared at the old uncle in astonishment, the shock in his heart was beyond words.

The two used to be partners with the same level of cultivation, but now, the old uncle's cultivation has quietly surpassed him, as if a huge gap had appeared between them overnight.

What's even more puzzling is that, given their unique talents, such a gap shouldn't have widened so easily...

However at this moment...

The visitor's eyes were fixed on the old uncle, and his face was full of suspicion.

In his mind, apart from those unorthodox methods, it would be impossible for his old friend to make any further progress with his former talent and cultivation.

Could it be that this old friend of mine, with whom I have known each other for many years, has really stepped into that forbidden area and adopted those shady means?

This thought weighed on the heart of the old man who looked like an old beggar like a huge rock, causing his heart to surge and become difficult to calm down.

He slowly clenched his fists, which were covered with traces of time, as if he was gathering all his courage and determination.

Then, the old man slowly stood up with an almost staggering but firm step.

"Why, you're surprised!"

There was a hint of pride in the old uncle's words, and even his back straightened unconsciously.

I'm really surprised! Lin Mo, ah Lin Mo, why do you insist on touching the taboos of that unorthodox path? Aren't you afraid that the cultivation world will rise up and attack you, leaving you with nowhere to hide? "

The old man's words were filled with grief and he was unwilling to see his old friend fall into such a state.

"What are you talking about, you old fool..." The old uncle looked confused, his eyes full of puzzlement, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

Seeing this, the visitor's expression became more solemn, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Could it be that this old friend of mine really has never set foot on the evil path?

"Hey, you old thing, do you really think that I will indulge in those magic skills and ruin my future?" Suddenly, the old uncle seemed to think of something, and said to the old friend opposite him with some anger.

"You really haven't practiced those forbidden techniques..."

He looked at his old uncle with some hesitation in his eyes, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his words.

"Hmph, what do you know, old man? You are just a frog in a well..."

The old uncle's mouth curled up into a helpless smile, and his words were full of ridicule.

"We've known each other for years, yet you're suspicious. If you weren't dying, I'd really like to teach you a lesson and let you know what 'respect' means."

"If you hadn't used the forbidden technique, how could you have entered the Guixu realm and achieved such extraordinary success?"

The visitor's tone was full of disbelief, as if he had witnessed something impossible.

"Tsk! You old fool, you've lived in the mountains for too long and have limited knowledge!" The old uncle looked at the visitor with a hint of undisguised contempt, his eyes slightly slanted.

Old Chicken Head, whose original name is unknown, is actually a black chicken.

That's right, this guy is a monster.

In the past, it was just a domestic animal raised by a hidden master. By chance, it stole the fortune of heaven and earth from somewhere and embarked on the path of cultivation.

After a struggle and transformation, it broke free from the shackles of its former master and escaped from the valley that once bound it. From then on, it was free to fly freely in the sky, and step by step it built up its current cultivation and realm.

Hearing the old uncle's decisive words, the old chicken head's body trembled violently, his excitement was beyond words, and his eyes flashed with urgency.

"Old buddy, given our many years of friendship, you won't hide anything from me, right?" The old chicken head stared at the old uncle, his tone filled with anxiety and expectation.

The old uncle nodded slowly, his expression solemn: "I can share with you, but you must promise me a few things first."

"Tell me quickly! As long as it can help me make further progress on this path, let alone a few things, even if it's ten or a hundred, I'll be happy to do it!"

The old chicken head almost blurted it out, his heart was like a burning fire, and he was eager to know the secret of the breakthrough.

At this moment, the old chicken head was full of desire and anxiety, as if he could touch the coveted breakthrough opportunity in the next second.

"The first thing to do is to take out your treasured tea can!" The old uncle said with a hint of joking, and his eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"I knew it. You old fox are still after my precious jar of tea..."

When Lao Jitou heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face, as if he had lost his beloved.

However, despite his reluctance, he still tremblingly took out an exquisite little jar from his arms, and with some reluctance, he gently threw it to his old uncle as if handing over a family heirloom.

The old uncle caught the teapot steadily, a satisfied smile bloomed on his face, and then he slowly said:

"The second thing is that I hope you can display your talents in this village and teach those children who are eager for knowledge."

The old chicken head was slightly stunned when he heard this, then nodded, with a hint of relief in his eyes:

"Well, now that I'm all alone and have nowhere to call home, staying here is a good option. I can have a place to stay and do my bit for the children in the village. Why not?"

The old chicken head said to the old uncle very straightforwardly.