Chapter 169: Goodbye, fellow Taoist
Ye Xingzhou stepped into the dilapidated house.
The shabby house was simply built and had simple furnishings inside, with only a table, a chair and a bed.
Ye Xingzhou placed his hand on the table and wiped it with his fingertips. There was no dust on it. It must have been cleaned by the Red Tassel Spear Spirit.
Ye Xingzhou closed the door gently. The wooden door creaked, and a crisp and pleasant collision sound came from above his head.
Ye Xingzhou looked up and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves came into his sight.
It’s a very simple design, with two bells tied together with a red string. The knot of the bells is very childish, just like a child would tie it casually.
Ye Xingzhou stretched out his hand and touched the two bells, and there was a crisp jingling sound.
It seems that the bell is very important for sitting and transforming into the body.
After Ye Xingzhou finished his observation, he took out a pen and paper and began to trace the barrier formation.
This is the fourth formation.
*
A rare and strange weather phenomenon occurred in Xicheng.
The rain on Chaoxi Mountain stopped, but the rain outside Chaoxi Mountain was still drizzling.
The rainwater seeps into the soil, the rainwater falls on the bricks and tiles and hits the leaves.
Yue Qian closed his eyes, listened carefully to the sound of rain in his ears, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.
She has loved listening to the sound of rain since she was a child.
Every time it rains, I go under the eaves and watch the water drops fall on the blue bricks, from blooming to being absorbed by the residual heat of the ground and becoming lighter, accompanied by a unique scent after the rain that penetrates into my nostrils.
It is hard to forget even a thousand times.
My mother said that every drop of rain that falls is a blooming flower.
Before he left, Dad said that every time it rained, it was his hug.
If he misses you, he will make it rain.
Her father and mother left in the rain. When she was young, she always hoped that her father and mother would come back in the rain.
Maybe it’s this rain, maybe it’s the next rain, until expectations are dashed and disappointment reaches its peak.
The rain that belonged to her never fell.
Yue Qian rubbed his eyebrows.
I remembered it again.
Now this rain has brought back forgotten memories.
There was a rustling sound in the haystacks, and the wandering cultivator's snoring had stopped at some point.
Yue Qian opened her eyes and regained her clarity of mind.
The clothes on the casual cultivator were half dry, but his hair was still messy and covered his face.
He yawned, scratched his hair and limped out.
"The rain hasn't stopped yet."
Yue Qian reminded him for some unknown reason.
The cultivator waved his hand and walked towards the door. "It's just a little rain. I'm used to it."
Yue Qian lowered her eyes and glanced at the oil-paper umbrellas at hand, picked up one of them and stood up.
"Take it with you."
In the past, she never carried an umbrella in her storage bag, and she would use her spiritual power to block the rain.
She didn't want to use her junior brother's umbrella as a favor, but at this moment she inexplicably couldn't control herself.
Maybe it was because he was lame, maybe it was because he looked so miserable, maybe it was because... he thought of his father.
Yue Qian sighed secretly, and she would explain it to Junior Brother Ye after the paper umbrella.
The words in the mouth of the casual cultivator instantly became a mess, "Little Daoist friend, you are so kind, haha, I will get some rain, get some rain to strengthen my body."
Yue Qian: "It's just an umbrella after all, it's nothing."
"Then I won't refuse. Little Taoist friend, please don't see me off."
The casual cultivator scratched his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes, wiping his dirty and wounded hands on the corner of his clothes several times before he stretched them out.
Even so, his hands still looked dirty and rough compared to Yue Qian's fair hands.
"Goodbye, fellow Daoist."
"Goodbye, little Taoist friend."
The cultivator's hand was trembling slightly as he took the umbrella. Yue Qian simply attributed it to the cold weather. The next second, the cultivator turned around and tried to leave.
Yue Qian said, "Hey, be careful."
With a bang, the casual cultivator bumped into the door frame as if he had drunk fake wine.
He covered his nose which was sore and painful, and kept saying that it was okay.
Just as he finished speaking, he almost tripped over the threshold again. His exposed toes hit the threshold and he grimaced instantly.
When he noticed Yue Qian was looking at him, he immediately stopped grinning. Even though he pretended to be nothing, his voice was still muffled.
"Little Taoist friend, please excuse me for disturbing you. I was confused from my sleep. Don't mind me."
Yue Qian nodded slightly, then returned to the stool and sat waiting.
Opening the paper umbrella, the cultivator's shoulders seemed to be relieved of strength. He glanced at the figure behind him thousands of times, and finally walked into the rain with his limp leg.
Raindrops fell onto the umbrella and slid down the ribs.
Yue Qian suddenly felt uneasy.
She couldn't move her eyes away at all, closely following the figure moving forward clumsily.
This was obviously nothing like the majestic figure of her father in her memory, but she always thought of her father inexplicably.
Yue Qian felt uneasy, so she simply stood up and walked to the door, carefully observing the back.
Mixed with rain, the vision gradually blurred as we walked further and further away.
Yue Qian reached out and wiped her face, only to find it was cold and tears were rolling down her face without her noticing.
"Father?"
Her throat was choked, and she used all her strength to ask the question in a trembling voice.
"Are you Daddy?"
She wanted to ask where her father and mother had been all these years.
Why leave her alone?
Why don't you come back?
Yue Qian's voice was so hoarse and mixed with the rain, and she didn't react until the figure disappeared.
Isn't that Daddy?
But why do I feel so sad?
Yue Qian stood by the door and waited until the rain stopped before sitting back on the stool in a daze.
*
Ye Xingzhou had just put away the formation he had drawn when he heard the sound of light and heavy footsteps behind him.
Ye Xingzhou turned around and saw a very disheveled man.
Isn’t this just the casual cultivator who is sleeping soundly while setting up a fortune-telling stall?
“Senior, you…”
Before Ye Xingzhou could finish his words, the wandering cultivator lay down on the ground, and his tangled hair was instantly covered with dust.
Only the umbrella placed aside was clean.
The casual cultivator ignored Ye Xingzhou's gaze, rolled around twice on the spot, as if trying to digest his emotions, and finally sat up.
"You're here," he said.
"Um."
Ye Xingzhou brought a chair and placed it at the feet of the wandering cultivator. "Senior, sit here. The ground is cold."
"You have quite a keen eye."
The wandering cultivator glanced at Ye Xingzhou and took out a torn parchment scroll and a jade bottle from his bosom.
"The Xiling Spring is in the jade bottle. Take these two and leave."
Ye Xingzhou: "Don't rush to send me away, senior. I have a lot to say to you."
San Xiu didn't even raise his head. "I can't tell you what you want to ask."
Ye Xingzhou stuffed the two items into the storage bag, not caring about the dust, and massaged the casual cultivator's shoulders.
"I know there are limitations of heaven, and you seniors cannot tell me, so let's talk about other things."
"Senior, I just want to ask your name."
The wandering cultivator looked at Ye Xingzhou from behind his hair, "Why ask? It will be forgotten in the end."
Gui Xinlan and the casual cultivator in front of him had the same attitude, as if they had already determined that they would be forgotten.
"That's different." Ye Xingzhou smiled calmly, "Just like Senior Xin Lan, at least I remember it."
"That ghost Xinlan who can't keep a secret." The casual cultivator pulled his tangled hair back, revealing the scars on his face. "Just call me Senior Qian Pan."
Ye Xingzhou nodded, "Senior Qian Pan."
Ye Xingzhou did not ask about what the Red Tassel Spear Spirit said about letting go of his obsession.
Senior Qian Pan was obviously not in good condition. If he didn't say it himself, asking would be annoying, unless Ye Xingzhou could guess it himself.
"Senior Qian Pan, will the stone statue in the west city disappear after I take the Demon Summoning Scroll?"
"No, someone else will take care of the stone statue." Qian Pan said and suddenly extended his hand rudely.
"What?" Ye Xingzhou was stunned.
"Of course it's food."
"oh."
Senior Qian Pan’s current cultivation level is the middle stage of Qi Refining, which is one level lower than him. He will be hungry if he doesn’t establish his foundation.
Ye Xingzhou took out a large pork elbow from his storage bag.
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