early morning.

Qin Luo opened his eyes.

The clouds and mist in the mountains are rolling.

As dawn broke, Qin Luo took out his gourd and collected the morning dew from the trees in the mountains. He took a sip and savored it. It wasn't as sweet as the dew from Longhu Temple, but it had a refreshing fragrance.

As the sun rose, its rays shone on Qin Luo, who looked at Golden Horn, who was fast asleep on the ground.

Golden Horn is quiet and doesn't make a fuss.

Much quieter than the little dumpling.

"Golden Horn".

Upon hearing Qin Luo's shout, Jin Jiao instantly snapped out of his daze and, seeing him leave the cliff, immediately followed.

They crossed mountains and valleys.

Enjoying the scenery along the way.

He would occasionally encounter rare and precious treasures, but since there were demonic beasts nearby, Qin Luo did not try to seize them.

The sun shines brightly in the sky.

Qin Luo and Jin Jiao came across a stream. With a little magic, he created an arched bridge made of earth and stones, which would make it much more convenient for people to cross the stream in the future.

Golden Horn lowered its head and drank the stream water.

It found that the stream water didn't taste as good as the dew.

Qin Luo walked across the arched bridge and saw a wisp of smoke in the distance, a bamboo house in the mountains, and a winding path leading to the stream.

There was no human habitation for hundreds of miles around, yet there was a bamboo house here. The person living in the bamboo house must be extraordinary. Qin Luo walked up the stone path in the mountains and walked several dozen steps to the front of the bamboo house.

A child in blue is boiling water in the courtyard.

Loud snoring could be heard from inside the bamboo house.

Qin Luo stood outside the courtyard, the fence just reaching his waist. The boy in blue saw Qin Luo and his expression became tense. "Master, someone is coming!"

The boy in blue, fearing that Qin Luo was a bad person, ran into the bamboo house and shoved the old man in white who was sleeping on the bed.

Qin Luo gave an awkward laugh.

The old man in white was awakened. He yawned and came outside, still half asleep. When he saw Qin Luo standing in the courtyard, he immediately perked up. "Young friend, come on in."

Qin Luo walked into the courtyard and noticed that the old man in white had no spiritual power and looked very ordinary. "Junior Qin Luo comes from Longhu Temple. I am just passing by. Please forgive me if I have disturbed you, senior."

The old man in white had a kind face and a smile on his face. “In the mountains, you hardly ever see anyone all year round, and it can get quite boring. Don’t worry about it, young friend.”

“My name is Song Qingjing. I’m a rogue cultivator. He is my disciple, Chen Qingsong.”

Chen Qingsong stared at the golden horn at Qin Luo's feet, feeling that the little guy was very cute and wanted to go forward and pet it.

"Fellow Daoist, please have a seat."

Song Qingjing extended her hand in invitation.

There was a lush sycamore tree in the courtyard. Qin Luo sat on a bamboo chair under the tree. "Senior, why do you live in such a remote mountain area?"

Song Qingjing shook her head and sighed softly, "When I was young, I was an official in Daxia. Later, I grew tired of the noise of the world, so I hid away here to seek enlightenment and cultivate myself."

"Senior, did you learn this all by yourself?"

Qin Luo's eyes were filled with admiration.

Song Qingjing shook her head with a smile, "I resigned from my official post at the age of sixty. I've only read a few books of sages and have no knowledge of cultivation. I've just been wasting my time in the mountains."

Qin Luo sensed that the old man was very humble, and he said with respect, "Senior, you don't look like you're sixty years old at all. You seem to be getting younger and younger, just like my master."

"You flatter me, young friend. I could never catch up with your master in my entire life to have a disciple like you."

Song Qingjing felt that Qin Luo was unfathomable.

Chen Qingsong brought Qin Luo some hot tea.

"Senior, please have some tea."

Chen Qingsong respectfully served tea.

"Thanks."

Qin Luo took the teacup.

Chen Qingsong was somewhat surprised. Occasionally, cultivators would come to visit his master, but they always ignored him, their disciple. This cultivator, however, was quite polite.

Qin Luo took a sip of tea and savored it carefully. The first taste was bitter, then it had a sweet aftertaste, but the bitterness lingered for a long time.

"Good tea."

Qin Luo has a sense of savoring life.

Song Qingjing could tell that Qin Luo was no ordinary person. "Young friend, what kind of Dao do you pursue?"

"I am self-sufficient and do not need to seek anything from outside."

Qin Luo didn't think much of it.

Song Qingjing remained silent for a long time after hearing this, pondering the words. After a long while, he looked up at the sky and laughed loudly.

Chen Qingsong was somewhat bewildered.

This was the first time he had ever seen his master so distraught.

After a long while, Song Qingjing bowed and thanked him, her joy evident on her face. "Fellow Daoist's words have awakened me from my dream and filled the void in my heart."

"You flatter me, senior."

Qin Luo smiled and shook his head.

He continued drinking his tea, savoring its flavor.

Song Qingjing, however, was pondering Qin Luo's eight words, which were closest to the Dao he pursued in his heart.

It felt like a sudden enlightenment.

After finishing his tea, Qin Luo stood up. "Senior, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer. You are welcome to visit Longhu Temple. I'll treat you to tea then."

Song Qingjing stood up, somewhat embarrassed. "Young friend, forgive my ignorance, but where is the Dragon Tiger Temple?"

Qin Luo said softly, "Longhu Temple is located in Jinyang City, Baiyun Town, Luoxia Peak."

"I will definitely visit Longhu Temple someday!"

Song Qingjing said earnestly.

After Qin Luo left the courtyard, he turned around and bowed to Song Qingjing and Chen Qingsong again to express his gratitude.

Jinjiao bowed his head in acknowledgment.

Watching them leave, Chen Qingsong looked up and said, "Master, that person was quite polite."

Song Qingjing nodded, and said meaningfully, "Qingsong, the fuller the rice stalks, the lower their heads; the stronger a person is, the more humble they are. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"He's amazing!"

Chen Qingsong's eyes were filled with awe.

"What I'm teaching you is humility!"

"Master, I'm not that powerful."

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