After saying that, Qingshan stood up and walked towards the big house. Yin'er followed closely behind his master, acting as a loyal bodyguard.
Yin Zheluo received instructions from Bai Hezheng to ensure the safety of Consultant Chen. Although he did not agree with Qingshan entering the big house, things had come to this point and he could not bear to see her take risks alone, so he and his team members stood up from their hiding place and followed Qingshan.
Qingshan entered the courtyard and walked a few steps to the door. He smiled at the sloping-shouldered old man standing at the door and said, "I'm sorry to bother you so late at night!"
The old man with slumped shoulders looked up and down at Qingshan and couldn't help but admire inwardly: This girl has a full forehead, beautiful eyes and a clear mind. She is definitely a blessed girl.
"Haha, you're too polite, little Taoist friend. Ever since a large number of immortal cultivators entered the Tushita Realm, I haven't seen anyone with such pure spiritual power as you. It's a great honor for me, Huang, that you are willing to honor me with your visit! Please come in!"
Qingshan had a smile on his face, his expression relaxed and a little nonchalant, but he was sweating coldly in his heart: From what the old man surnamed Huang said, he had experienced the event in the late Ming Dynasty when a large number of cultivators entered other dimensions. Since he continued to stay in this world, it was either because his cultivation had not reached the foundation-building stage, or for other reasons.
However, Tuanzi had said that the lifespan of a human cultivator below the Foundation Establishment stage is a maximum of 200 years. But since the end of the Ming Dynasty, nearly 400 years have passed. Why is this old man still alive? What is his true level of cultivation? Why hasn't he entered the Tushita Realm?
Qingshan felt a little regretful for her recklessness. She was holding a treasure now. If the old man found out and coveted it and snatched it away, she didn't know if she and her group could be his match.
It's useless to regret at this point, and we can only deal with it as it comes. Besides, there are eleven powerful psychics including Yin Zheluo. Even if there is a conflict with the old man, they may not be powerless to fight.
Led by the old man, the group entered the big house. The house looked dilapidated and rickety from the outside, but it was a different world inside, with arched roofs and golden splendor.
Qingshan already knew that the old man was a cultivator, and the dilapidated appearance of the house must have been an illusion, but Yin Zheluo and Bai Yun did not know the old man's background. When they suddenly saw such a rich and elegant Chinese-style hall, the expressions on their faces were a little unbelievable.
The old man with sloping shoulders asked everyone to sit down, clapped his hands twice, and then two rows of weasels more than two feet tall walked out of the side hall, each holding a tea bowl in their hands.
These more than ten weasels walked upright like humans, came in front of the old man and a dozen team members, put the tea bowls on the table, and then lined up and returned to the side hall.
The old man was no longer surprised and took a sip of tea from the bowl. However, Yin Zheluo and the others were stunned by the scene: Where did this old man come from? How did he train the weasel to be like a human? Is he a beast tamer like Qian Duoduo?
Qingshan looked at the old man's appearance carefully. He was tall and thin, with a long neck and sloping shoulders. Then he remembered that he said his surname was Huang. His eyes rolled and he had a bold guess in his mind.
"Mr. Huang, my name is Chen Qingshan. May I know your name?"
"Chen Qingshan? But it's taken from the line 'I see how charming the green mountains are'? Great, a good name! I'm just an old country bumpkin, and my names are all random; they can't really be called names. My last name is Huang, my given name is You, and my courtesy name is Shulang, Huang You, Huang Shulang."
Weasel? Weasel?
"Old man, I dare to ask, are you a demon cultivator?"
Huang You's eyes lit up and he nodded, "Exactly, Mr. Chen has good eyesight!"
Qingshan Anchen was deeply moved. No wonder he could get a weasel to serve him tea and water. This old man himself was a big yellow-skinned person! Demon cultivators have longer lifespans than human cultivators. Even without breaking through the foundation-building stage, they can still live for four or five hundred years. No wonder he knew about the major events of the late Ming Dynasty.
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