Afternoon, under the eaves.
Changsheng was brewing tea on the side.
Qin Beast and Turtle Immortal sat on the ground, chatting about worldly affairs.
Qin the Beast was filled with curiosity about the outside world, while Master Roshi had lived long enough to witness the rise and fall of humanity, and the growth and fate of many chosen ones...
"Further north than the shores of the North Sea, there is a lonely island. On the island lives a lame, blind swordsman who loves to drink and plays the erhu. He once sank an entire province with a single sword strike and also once spat out a mouthful of wine to kill a powerful demon in the Integration Realm who was causing chaos in the deep sea."
Three thousand years ago, a madman appeared in Tianjue Prefecture. He disrespected heaven, earth, gods, demons, monsters, and all the immortals and Buddhas in the sky. He only respected himself and the sword and the Dao in his hand. Later, he cleaved the sky with a sword, unwilling to be ranked among the immortals. He killed countless celestial beings and entered the demon realm.
Nine thousand years ago, there was a peerless empress in the Central Plains of China. She had the ambition to conquer the world and wanted to lead her entire nation to ascend to the immortal realm and establish an eternal divine kingdom. However, she ultimately died under the palm of the immortals and gods, and her entire kingdom was reduced to ashes.
Ten thousand years ago, there was a demonic cultivator who, for the sake of a beautiful woman, traversed the six realms of reincarnation, scheming against countless immortals and gods, but ultimately disappeared without a trace…
Master Roshi spoke slowly.
Qin Shou listened attentively.
He loved listening to stories, he always had, but after his senior sister left, there was no one to tell him stories anymore.
Unbeknownst to Qin Shou, the tea in his hand had gained a variety of flavors because of Master Roshi's story.
"I truly envy you, senior, for having witnessed the many wonders and splendors of this world."
Qin Shou sighed leisurely, a faint smile on his lips, like a calm breeze in the passage of time.
Master Roshi shook his head wearily, then chuckled and said, "If you've experienced too many years, you might find that living too long and seeing too much isn't as happy as you imagined."
"Maybe."
Qin Shou nodded in agreement, then suddenly laughed, "But everyone has their own path. For example, I want to live longer, the longer the better. The longer I live, the happier I'll be, haha, even if I'll be saddened by the world."
Master Roshi glanced at Qin Beast, "Fellow Daoist, have you never descended the mountain to see the human world?"
Qin Shou shook his head. "No, I've been here ever since I came up the mountain at the age of five."
"Since you, fellow Daoist, enjoy the romance and splendor of the human world, why not descend the mountain, take a stroll, and experience it for yourself?"
"I'm afraid of dying."
Master Roshi: ................. "Okay."
White clouds drift lazily across the sky...
The wind chimes chime softly beneath the eaves...
Qin Shou chatted with the Turtle Immortal for a long time, then took a sip of his tea and said to Changsheng:
"Chang Sheng, go to the bamboo grove later and cut some bamboo to build a bamboo house for Senior Turtle."
"Yes, Master."
Changsheng responded.
However, Master Roshi chuckled and said, "It's my own nest, so I'll build it myself. It'll be more comfortable living there. I'll do it myself."
"OK. "
Qin Shou smiled and nodded, then called out to Yi Cheng, who was playing in the yard.
"Yi Cheng, take Grandpa Turtle to the bamboo grove to cut some bamboo."
“Master, the goose is busy, please send Little Fatty instead.” Yi Cheng declined.
At this moment, she was playing the "Statues" game with Da Mei, and her round, beady eyes were fixed on Da Mei in front of her.
Da Mei, not to be outdone, stood with her legs together, chin tilted back, and arms hanging down, like a wooden stake.
"I'm not going either; I'm competing too."
Little Fatty held his head high with pride, hands on his hips, his big eyes glancing down, left and right, constantly observing his sister and Yi Cheng's actions.
"Squeak, me too." Black Rabbit squeaked, standing on a wooden stake with her big belly sticking out, and even performed a one-legged stance.
If you ask which demon on this mountain has the best balance, it has to be me, Black Rabbit.
"Hey! "
Qin Shou clapped his hands and was about to stand up.
At this moment, Master Roshi also stood up, stepped over Qin Beast, and walked away into the distance, chuckling as he said, "Hahaha, children's fun should not be disturbed. I can go by myself. I just wanted to take a leisurely stroll and exercise these old bones of mine."
Upon hearing this, Qin Shou watched Master Roshi's retreating figure.
"Master, were the stories this senior just told all based on his own experiences?"
At this moment, Changsheng stood behind Qin Shou and asked.
"Yes. "
Qin Shou nodded.
Changsheng asked with even greater curiosity, "Master, just how long has this senior lived?"
Qin Shou smiled, hands behind his back, "Twelve thousand years, I suppose."
"Hiss~!"
Changsheng took a deep breath and called out urgently, "Master—"
Qin Shou turned around and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
Changsheng said, "I want to be a tortoise in my next life too."
Qin Beast, "..................."
...
At the foot of the mountain lies the sacred garden.
In a lush bamboo forest.
Master Roshi and Daibo stared at each other, wide-eyed.
At this moment, Master Roshi was extremely shocked, because even someone as powerful as him felt a sense of pressure and fear from the depths of his bloodline in front of this black and white monster of unknown species.
"May I ask your esteemed name, fellow Daoist?"
Master Roshi bowed and asked.
Snap!
Da Bao took a bite of bamboo, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.
"Fellow Daoist, my true form is a celestial tortoise. May I ask which race of demons you belong to?"
Snap!
Da Bao took another bite of bamboo, and his big ears drooped down listlessly.
Master Roshi: ............?
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you being far too disrespectful to this old man!"
Master Roshi said, his beard bristling and eyes wide.
Snap! Snap!
Oh my goodness, the bamboo smells so good!
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"Fine, if they don't want to respect me, they don't want to respect me."
"That's because their cultivation level is higher than yours!"
Master Roshi sighed, then chopped down several bamboo stalks with a knife-like motion.
˙?˙ !!!
Da Bao paused in his bamboo-munching motion, his little eyes immediately darting over, staring blankly at Master Roshi.
"Hmph hmph hmph" What are you doing?
"Huh? What did you say, fellow Daoist? I didn't hear you clearly."
Master Roshi was initially delighted to see the monster finally speak, but then he was taken aback.
"Hmph hmph" Why are you cutting my bamboo?
"???" Master Roshi scratched his head. What kind of language system is this? I'm an old man who's seen and heard so much, how come I've never heard of it before?
"Hmph hmph hmph" Stop cutting my bamboo!
Master Roshi: "Never mind, let's get back to work."
Splash!
Dozens more bamboo stalks fell neatly to the ground.
! ! ! (゜?゜)ナカマー
Seeing this, Da Bao immediately panicked, leaping in two steps to Master Roshi and slapping him with a small hand.
"ah............."
Before Master Roshi could react, he was slapped back into his original form, turning into a large black star and disappearing into the bamboo forest.
"Hmph hmph hmph," this black thing is really annoying.
Da Bao grumbled a few times, then wobbled and hobbled up a bamboo stalk, sat on the top of the bamboo, and munched on a bamboo shoot with great ease.
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