These old people are just ordinary people.
The thatched hut where Xi Mengquan lives is the home of one of the old men, who was also an old musician who originally taught him to play the piano and passed away last year.
After Xi Mengquan turned ten, he learned from a caravan of merchants that stopped by to go to the city to sell herbs grown by the elderly, thus supporting the livelihood of the entire village.
It was also during this time that he witnessed how the sect disciples in the city treated ordinary people and gave up the idea of joining the sect.
Chen Kuang asked curiously, "Then how did you start practicing?"
Xi Mengquan said: "From the moment I first touched the strings and plucked my first note, spiritual energy naturally gathered and I understood how to practice."
Chen Kuang: “…”
Sorry to bother you, goodbye.
He originally thought that he was already a genius among geniuses because of his cheats, but he didn't expect that there were other masters out there.
He also had to activate the passive skill of "Fetal Breathing Method" and seek guidance from Grandmaster Huo Hengxuan before he could officially start his cultivation journey.
Xi Mengquan is different. He doesn't need anyone to teach him. He practices automatically.
Is this the beginning of a saint?
Sure enough, it is much faster than others.
Chen Kuang was speechless for a moment, and continued to teach Xi Mengquan the knowledge that originally belonged to him.
After the sky was split open that day, Chen Kuang told Xi Mengquan not to tell anyone about this incident, as if it had never happened, and to stay in this village.
To other elderly people in the village, Chen Kuang lied that he was a teacher and that he stayed in the village to teach Xi Mengquan because he valued talents.
The old people were very enthusiastic and sent a lot of fruits and vegetables every day. They praised Xi Mengquan's understanding and talent to Chen Kuang.
There was still no movement in Chen Kuang's status bar.
But it is rare to have real free time, and I feel so comfortable that I don’t want to move.
However, he knew that this was only a temporary measure. Even if he was really in another timeline, he could not wait for two thousand years. Such a long time was enough for too many variables to occur.
It's even enough to wipe someone out directly.
It’s a pity that after that day, Chen Kuang never successfully used the “Sky-Cutting Sword” to cut through space again.
He didn't dare to try to reach the sky again...
However, at the same time, during this boring review day after day, Chen Kuang's understanding of the "five tones" became increasingly profound.
Spring went and autumn came, and five years had passed.
…
It's drizzling outside.
As usual, Xi Mengquan sat under the eaves, crossed his legs in front of the coffee table, calmed down, and made tea for himself.
He is now eighteen years old and looks like a young man.
It's just that his appearance is much plainer now, without the boy-girl look of his earlier years, but he can still be considered handsome.
Over the past five years, he has learned how to use the sound of his piano to attract animals and found a herd of deer in the mountains near the village.
Xi Mengquan made some money by harvesting deer antlers. He renovated the small village and built a large courtyard. He also took care of the elderly people.
Of course, such an action naturally attracted a group of unscrupulous elements.
A few years ago, Xi Mengquan's cultivation was not good enough, so Chen Kuang took action to deal with him. Of course, before solving the problem, he would rather see Xi Mengquan being beaten black and blue before he stepped in to save him.
Let you calculate!
Chen Kuang's days of gloating did not last long. In the second year, Xi Mengquan advanced to the innate level, and the ordinary gangsters in the world could no longer do anything to him.
But Chen Kuang soon found new fun.
He simply wandered around aimlessly and often "offended" practitioners for various strange reasons.
At first they were independent cultivators, and later on they joined some martial arts sects!
And he must have left his name and origin - Xi Mengquan, a native of Heyun Village in the western suburbs.
Xi Mengquan was inexplicably forced to accept all kinds of strange strangers coming to his house to seek revenge.
The culprit, on the other hand, was eating melon seeds and watching the fun, almost wanting to clap and cheer... Xi Mengquan was so angry that he wanted to bite him, but he couldn't beat this bully.
Xi Mengquan couldn't see through Chen Kuang's cultivation.
On the surface, Chen Kuang's cultivation had reached the Baoyue Realm four years ago. His every move was in accordance with the way of heaven and earth, and could resonate with all things.
But Xi Mengquan still can't see his ceiling.
Once, someone finally discovered that Chen Kuang was just making trouble in the name of Xi Mengquan in an attempt to catch the real culprit.
The other party mobilized almost the entire sect and even invited a master.
But Chen Kuang only allowed the opponent to make one move, and the opponent actually chose to admit defeat directly and left in disgrace!
Xi Mengquan put down the teapot and looked up at the figure in white sitting on the roof opposite and playing the piano in the rain.
The rain tends to get heavier.
But the rain around the white-clothed figure automatically avoided him, but there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body.
Xi Mengquan intuitively felt that if Chen Kuang was willing now, he should be able to directly advance to the Grandmaster realm.
But for some reason, Chen Kuang did not do so. Instead, he seemed to deliberately stay in the Baoyue Realm.
Chen Kuang sat on the roof, closed his eyes, and plucked a guqin in his hand.
But if you look closely, you will find that the xylophone he placed on his knees has no strings at all.
This guqin is a real guqin that he bought a while ago.
It has a history of nearly a thousand years and is made of top-quality wood. Logically, its value should be very high, but this guitar has a fatal flaw: it has no strings.
It is said that the zither had experienced war and all its strings were cut off. Without the matching original strings, the later generations who reattached them were just patching up the old ones. In addition, the original owner's family fell into poverty and he was in a hurry to sell it, so the final transaction price was only one hundred taels of gold.
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