The young woman realized later that something was wrong with the atmosphere and frowned, "You..."
"Miss Xiaoyue."
Xiang Sheng interrupted, smiling gently, his tone surprisingly soft: "Better safe than sorry. Senior Gong has been traveling abroad for many years, so it's right to listen to him. In the future, less talk and more action is the way for a casual cultivator to survive."
After these words were spoken, the middle-aged cultivator and the tall and thin young man were stunned.
The young woman was also stunned for a moment, then she bit her lower lip lightly and hummed.
"well--"
The middle-aged cultivator sighed and sat down, shaking his sleeve with his left hand and stretched it out. The tall and thin young man stopped wiping his knife.
"Don't be offended, Miss Shen. It's all my fault. I usually pamper her too much. This girl is really spoiled by me."
The middle-aged cultivator's voice returned to its normal tone, and the atmosphere relaxed.
Xiang Sheng waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay. Miss Xiaoyue is young and hot-tempered, so it's understandable."
“Thank you Miss Shen for your understanding.”
The middle-aged cultivator thanked her, his eyes flickering for a moment, and then he asked tentatively, "Miss Shen, you are about the same age as Xiaoyue, and your ways of dealing with people and your knowledge are quite extraordinary. I wonder if you could tell me... where you came from?"
"It's not inconvenient at all."
Xiang Sheng shook his head slightly. "I'm a bastard from a small, unknown family. My father likes to take concubines, and with so many sisters at home, we can't afford to eat. So I left home early to become a free cultivator. Although my life is often at stake, my life is much happier than at home."
At this point, Xiang Sheng smiled slightly: "Senior, you praised me for my extraordinary knowledge, but you didn't know that I also envy Miss Xiaoyue for having such a care from you. Otherwise... I would probably be as naive as Miss Xiaoyue."
These words were partly true and partly false, but they were all somewhat sincere. Once they were spoken, all three of them were moved.
“Sister Shen.”
Xiaoyue emerged from the fire and ran to sit next to Xiang Sheng, her canine teeth showing through her smile. "You and I are about the same age, but you're more knowledgeable, so I'll call you Sister. Sister, how about you join us and venture out together? Uncle Gong is amazing. If he can protect me, he can definitely protect you, too."
Uncle Gong wanted to stop Xiaoyue when he heard this, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.
This Miss Shen really looks too young. Judging from her appearance, she is at most fifteen or sixteen years old, even younger than Xiaoyue. However, she acts so calmly and rationally, which is really heartbreaking.
"No."
Xiang Sheng shook his head and chuckled, "I have many enemies, and I'm afraid that it will make your life difficult. If you can get through Xuanwang City, we will separate after leaving the city."
“Sister Shen, think about it again.”
Xiaoyue's mouth pursed, and she hugged Xiang Sheng's arm. "Uncle Gong and Silly Bamboo Pole are both men, so it would be inconvenient for them to travel. As women, wouldn't it be nice for us to accompany each other? Besides, Uncle Gong is not afraid of trouble. If your enemies come after him, he will take action."
Uncle Gong looked helpless, “Don’t make promises casually, girl. If Miss Shen’s enemies are powerful, I can’t stop them. Wouldn’t that harm her?”
"Uncle Gong, why do you always like to pour cold water on others?"
Xiaoyue turned her head away with an unhappy look on her face, "I'm ignoring you guys."
Seeing that she was angry again, the tall and thin young man couldn't help but smile innocently: "Uncle Gong, you should also say less. Xiaoyue doesn't like to hear it."
"That's all."
Uncle Gong scratched his stubble and gave Xiang Sheng a wry smile, "Miss Chen, please bear with me."
"It's a small matter."
Xiang Sheng responded politely, a glint in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Senior Gong, could you please tell me the name of that demon cultivator? If I encounter him in the future, I'll have an idea of who he is."
“That’s easy.”
The middle-aged cultivator readily replied, "No one knows the true name of that fellow, but he's known as the Poisonous Old Ghost, and he's extremely skilled at refining poison.
However, he was a smooth-talking person, and he was a casual cultivator with average strength, so he was not taken seriously by the upright disciples, and therefore he had always lived a good life.
Oh right! He has a slight limp, and I once overheard a Fengyue Sect disciple call him "Poisonous Cripple."
Xiang Sheng clasped his fists in gratitude, "Thank you for telling me, Senior."
The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, "It's just a small matter, don't worry about it."
He still had doubts about Xiang Sheng's origins, but his vigilance was not as strong as at the beginning.
All the actions of this woman showed that she just wanted to find a group to keep warm for a while, and would leave as soon as the Xuanwang City Gate reopened. She had no other purpose and did not want to get involved in any trouble.
As for whether he could see Xiaoyue's true identity or not, it no longer mattered in the face of her expressed attitude.
…
The sky gradually darkened, and light snow began to fall from the cold sky.
Xiang Sheng raised his hand to catch a snowflake. The hexagonal crystal, with a hint of red, quickly melted in his palm.
“Uncle Gong, Xiaoyue, and Miss Shen, please come inside. There is a fire inside.”
The tall and thin young man shouted.
Xiang Sheng turned to look at the middle-aged wandering cultivator and said seriously, "Senior Gong, how about I act as a lookout tonight? Even if it's just to repay your kindness in taking me in, please let me keep watch for the night."
Seeing her say this, the middle-aged cultivator could not refuse and could only nod and say, "Then I'll trouble you for a moment, Xiaoyue. Let's go in."
Xiang Sheng glanced at Xiaoyue who was still clinging to his side, smiled and pushed her, "Go in."
Xiaoyue then stood up reluctantly and followed the middle-aged cultivator into the inner room.
The middle-aged casual cultivator settled down with Xiaoyue by the fire in the inner room, looking towards the door from time to time. He saw Xiang Sheng took out a bell-shaped magic weapon to study it. He did not enter into meditation to practice, but was always alert to the movement outside the door. He felt a little relieved and even had a little admiration for him.
When he was at this age, he was probably not half as calm as this girl. No wonder she could reach the ninth level of Qi training at such a young age, which was no worse than the disciples of the sect.
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