Liang Si was wearing a flying fish robe earlier, but when Wen Jingge found him, he had changed into ordinary clothes. He must have changed because he was afraid of attracting attention after being lured away by the golden crow.
As for Qiao Yu, it's even easier to guess. It's most likely that Lu Wei woke up and asked her to change. She's raising a bunch of piglets, and apart from Liang Si, no one else can think for themselves.
"Someone from the Xuan Yun Sect?" The old Taoist's gaze lingered on her with a hint of scrutiny.
This is someone who doesn't play by the rules. If he were truly from the Xuan Yun Sect, upon seeing this demon cultivator, they should have already thought about how to kill him quickly, instead of arguing with him about these trivial matters.
“That’s right!” Wen Jingge nodded, flicked her finger, and loosened the black silk binding Liang Si.
Thinking that Yang Wennan and Wang Xi were still outside and might be worried, he said, "You should go out first! Your junior sister is still outside, it would be good for her to go out and let her know she's safe."
"He can't get out."
"Why?" Wen Jingge looked at the old Taoist priest, who was also smiling at her. However, Wen Jingge wasn't in a hurry at all, as if she had expected this. "You have other tricks up your sleeve?"
The old Taoist priest stopped laughing, seemingly matching Wen Jingge with the people in his mind one by one. "In the previous illusion, you should have seen despair and been deeply trapped in it."
"Oh, so you knew everything I just saw?" Wen Jingge leaned closer to him, her curious eyes scrutinizing his ashen skin. "You're a demon cultivator, and also a demonic cultivator, right?"
"……yes."
"Did you see it?"
“…I saw it.” He seemed to realize something and moved away from Wen Jingge.
"Since you've seen my despair, that means all those things really happened before."
“…Yes.” The old Taoist looked at her, puzzled.
Wen Jingge gave him a very strange feeling. He didn't seem like a righteous person that Xuan Yun Sect could raise. Instead, he seemed like someone who grew up in an evil sect, cunning and shrewd.
Upright people consider themselves superior and look down on such individuals; they wouldn't bother to go to such lengths to talk about this.
The person before him was innocent and romantic, not someone who was bound by formalities. Finally, someone who matched his description came to mind. "You are... Master Wen from Ten Thousand Zhang Peak?"
“Yes!” Wen Jingge nodded, pleased. “Since you know me, that’s great.”
The old Taoist priest was stunned.
This must be a fake Immortal Venerable Wen!
That person looked down on the peak masters of the Seven Peaks, and even more so on his master, Bu Suanzi. I heard that he had an accident half a year ago and had been bedridden for a long time. Could it be that he damaged his brain? Is he now a high-and-mighty flower descending to the mortal world?
The old Taoist priest was confused.
"You're older and more knowledgeable, so let me ask you, is there anyone who possesses the ability to reverse time and space? For example, is the present me the future me?"
The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.
He understood. "Then, if I may be so bold as to ask, has the Immortal Master suffered some kind of shock?"
Such an arrogant person in the past could not care about anything. If it were Bu Suanzi, it would be understandable for her to ask these questions, but to ask this sorcerer such questions, what else could it be but being stupid?
The old Taoist priest couldn't help but laugh, "I've met Master Wen before."
"And then?" Wen Jingge didn't understand.
He never imagined that he, who was regarded as a profound figure no matter how unconventional he was in the Xuan Yun Sect, would be regarded as a lunatic as soon as he came down the mountain.
"That was when the Xuan Yun Sect was recruiting new members, a hundred years ago." The old man looked into the distance, as if reminiscing, with a touch of nostalgia. "Other peaks were recruiting disciples one after another. At that time, she was still the Ling Xiao Peak Master. She was the most arrogant and domineering, more like an ignorant bandit than a member of the Xuan Sect. The disciples sent to her were either crippled or injured."
Wen Jingge felt a little embarrassed. These past events had absolutely nothing to do with her.
“I didn’t want to go to Lingxiao Peak and was planning to leave. She cursed at me and called me an animal.”
Wen Jingge's lips twitched slightly, her eyes darting around. This really wasn't her!
If there's a grudge, settle it; if there's a grudge, settle it. Even if there's a trap waiting for me, it should be for that Wen Jinge, not for this imposter.
"Then..." the old man chuckled, "I truly became a beast and went down the path of evil."
Wen Jingge: ...
Shouldn't she go up and comfort her at this point?
"Those people are definitely not good people either."
Silence is the best remedy; awkwardness will only make things more awkward.
“Bu Suanzi was skilled in divination, and I only learned that later that Master Wen was Bu Suanzi’s most beloved disciple. Although this disciple was ungrateful, she inherited everything Bu Suanzi knew.” The old Taoist priest sighed, observing Wen Jinge’s expression. “She must have known something to let me go down the mountain. I was the least injured.”
Wen Jingge: ...
Don't look at me! Don't look at me! You can't see me!
"Those injured people were all demonic cultivators. They practiced demonic cultivation methods and originally planned to join the Seven Peaks. They instigated other down-on-their-luck disciples to take the evil path, and that's how they found me."
Wen Jingge continued listening, while Liang Si had already begun to take action.
He is only at the seventh rank now, not too close to the sixth rank. He could have reached the sixth rank long ago, but he did not rush to advance his rank because he remembered the teachings of his master, the fortune teller. Instead, he changed his cultivation method to soul cultivation.
Fortunately, he listened carefully to his master's words. When the demonic ants tried to devour him, he escaped using his soul form.
Although he was arrested like Qiao Yu, at least he was conscious, which left a very clear mark on Wen Jinge, allowing her to successfully find herself.
“I cannot practice the methods of demonic cultivation. Not only would it ruin my body, but it would also almost cost me my life. At that moment, I saw a newly hatched chick. Heaven took pity on me. The deformed chick survived the pressure of the thunder, and I adopted it.”
Mentioning the Golden Crow, the old Taoist shifted his gaze to Liang Si, who was untying the ropes, and asked, "Are you really Master Wen?"
How could someone like that teach such a stupid disciple?
Both the Immortal Binding Rope and the Demon Binding Rope are things that spirits dare not approach, yet Liang Si not only approached them but also touched them.
The result, naturally, was that he hurt himself.
“Yes!” Wen Jingge tossed her hair and looked at Liang Si, who was clumsily untying the ropes and getting hurt several times: “Wen Jingge, who never changed her name, even in death she couldn’t change her name.”
"If even the soul can be untied, then this old Taoist should really die." The old Taoist chuckled, his expression natural. He was very confident, even though the person in front of him was Wen Jingge, who had once terrified him.
"Really? I don't believe it." Wen Jingge swaggered over.
“Master…” Liang Si lowered her head, accepting the beatings and scoldings as if she were ready to be beaten.
"It's nothing to do with you, sweetie! Find a place to sit down. Since we can't leave anyway, we might as well chat here for a bit."
“…Oh.” Liang Si nodded and indeed found a place to sit down by the water vat. However, her eyes were still filled with suppressed emotions, and tears were glistening in them. “Master, I saw him too…”
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