The meal was really delicious. Zhao Yulin found that his uncle who was unwilling to be his uncle had not returned to his original state. The most obvious sign was that the old Taoist priest was ten thousand times more hospitable and enthusiastic than before.

There was nothing in the thatched house, but he actually asked Zhao Yulin to drive for an hour to the nearby market outside the valley to buy seasonings. Seeing that the military Hummer had a large internal space, he also asked Zhao Yulin to buy two Simmons mattresses.

Chen Siyao just looked at the yak meat on the beam with greedy eyes, and the old man jumped up without saying a word, cut off a piece of beef and put it in the pot to steam, which was so refreshing.

Thinking of his uncle's attitude towards him many years ago, and looking at his uncle's serious and even kind smile tonight, Zhao Yulin once suspected that he was hallucinating.

When he was in his teens and growing up, he lived in Hualong Valley, but he could only eat meat every three days.

"I haven't seen him for a few years. Has he changed his nature?"

After the big meal, Zhao Yulin bit the bamboo brush used as a toothpick, leaned against the door, and watched his uncle washing the pots and dishes, and he was puzzled.

He absolutely did not believe that the old man was lonely in the valley for a long time and rarely saw people, which led to his abnormality.

Zhao Yulin had never seen a Taoist priest who looked like a Taoist priest like his uncle. The breeze and smoke from cooking, no matter how dull and lonely the day was, it was not sad to be with his uncle. The only difference between him and the pure and simple immortals was that he could not eat and drink dew.

After washing the pots and bowls, the hardworking Bai Ma Taoist priest made the beds for the guests. After everything was done, he told the girls to go to bed early because it was cold, and finally walked to his nephew: "I haven't seen you for many years. I know you have something to say. Let's go out and get some fresh air."

Zhao Yulin curled his lips. He was indeed picked up. He told the girls to go to bed early because it was cold, and he told himself to go out and get some fresh air. Who is not afraid of freezing?

The two walked down the ridge in the dark, away from the thatched cottage and came to the shore of Jinghu Lake.

The wind in the evening was getting colder and colder. Even with Zhao Yulin's physique, he couldn't help hugging himself in a tight sweater. It was quite cool.

The night is as cold as water, which is probably what it means.

"Ask whatever you want to ask. Don't be so cautious like a woman. Of course, it's your business to ask. Whether I tell you or not depends on my mood." The Taoist priest Bai Ma finally showed his true colors. He leaned against the big willow tree in a disrespectful manner, lifted his knapsack, and looked like an old scoundrel with a crooked body and a slanted face.

Zhao Yulin didn't envy his uncle for wearing so thin clothes but not feeling cold. Although the two old men Qiu Feng and Feng were from the same school, they learned completely different things. Old man Feng's Eightfold Prajna was the best in the world in fighting and killing, while Qiu Baima's Changchun Gong was more like a health-preserving method. He was not good at fighting but lived a long life and was not afraid of cold or heat.

Zhao Yulin, who had not learned any mental skills, was naturally no match for this kind of cheating character in freezing resistance, even though the other party was already in his sixties.

"When you were in the room, you were very warm to the three women, but I could see that you were just covering up the special treatment given to Chen Siyao. Why? Did you really like the little girl?" Zhao Yulin asked.

"I have to remind you that you are old enough to be someone's grandfather. If you say something disrespectful again, they will not be interested in you, an old man!"

"Go to hell!"

Qiu Baima raised his hand to hit him, but after thinking for a while, he realized that his nephew was an adult now, and it would be inappropriate to hit him for no reason, so he withdrew his hand and refused to answer: "Next question."

Zhao Yulin tilted his head, feeling helpless. He had already experienced how hard this uncle's mouth was. He couldn't get the words he didn't want to say out of him, so he had to give up and asked Qiu Baima what his relationship was with Chen Siyao's deceased mother.

Undoubtedly, this question was also refused to be answered.

Zhao Yulin suppressed his curiosity and was not in a hurry. There were other ways to find out about this matter, such as Old Man Feng.

In the past fifty years, Old Man Feng and Old Man Qiu have been inseparable. One is as powerful as thunder and lightning, while the other is good at calculating the unpredictable. Together, they are invincible. I think Old Man Feng knows all about Old Man Qiu's past.

And Old Man Feng's ability to keep a low profile has always been vulnerable. He is easy to ask questions. When he returns to Longdong Village one day and lets this lousy chess player win two games, he will know everything.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Ask what you should ask."

Qiu Baima said, "The news you asked me to find out a few years ago has been found."

"Really?"

Zhao Yulin was delighted.

"Really."

Qiu Baima was calm and composed.

...

...

Duanyun Baima.

The collective name of Old Man Feng and Old Man Qiu in those days.

The meaning is very simple. The senior brother is called Feng Duanyun and the junior brother is called Qiu Baima. Of course, these are the names they took after they became disciples of a master.

At that time, there was a Longhu Mountain in Gan Province, and there was a Yangdan House on Longhu Mountain. Yangdan House only accepted two disciples from generation to generation, and the names

of the two disciples were Feng Duanyun and Qiu Baima. As the most hidden killing trick of Longhu Mountain, there are very few people in the world who know the names of the two disciples of Yangdan House before they entered the Taoist sect.

Zhao Yulin is undoubtedly the closest person to Old Man Feng, but even he still doesn't know what Old Man Feng's real name is.

With the establishment of the new China, without the previous feudal dynasty, the martial arts world also declined and withered. The major sects of the time collapsed one after another. Now the Jianghu in people's mouths has evolved into a name for the underworld. Longhu Mountain, one of the holy places of Taoism, is now just a tourist attraction.

The holy land has become a scenic spot, and the people of the world have all hidden in the old villages in the mountains.

This is this era.

However, the reputation of Duanyun Baima has not been completely buried with the previous era. Those big families with a solid foundation, as well as the old people in the red walls of Nanhai, and their students and descendants, still know that there is a Feng Duanyun in Longdong Village who has invincible fists and unparalleled medical skills.

Duanyun is good at killing and healing, and Baima knows how to calculate and listen.

Qiu Baima's unique skills are not only Qimen Dunjia and Zhouyi, but also his other famous trick is the ability to inquire about information. There is almost no secret in the world that he cannot find out, no matter how well it is hidden.

Back then, he was a know-it-all. If he wanted to ask a question or find someone, he could bring two boxes of gold yuan coupons and a pot of hot knifes to ask Qiu Baima, and he would definitely get what he wanted.

Even if he was so good at digging out secrets of whereabouts, he hid himself now, so naturally others couldn't find him, just like the best doctor can also be the best god of death on the other side, the same principle.

"Don't talk too much, let me ask first, is it good news or bad news?"

Zhao Yulin half-squatted, his index finger immersed in the lake water and made circles, creating ripples that spread to the entire lake surface.

Taoist Bai Ma saw the hesitation of his junior apprentice nephew, raised his hand and pointed at the moon in the center of the sky: "It's hard to tell whether it's good or bad, it's about the same as that thing."

Zhao Yulin looked up, his eyes reflecting the moonlight.

In the center of the empty sky, there was a furry moon, with a beautiful reflection falling down. In the center of the mirror lake, there was also a furry moon, with a blurry light and not very clear.

There were vaguely a few broken clouds wandering.

In fact, the weather tonight was not bad, the moon should be exceptionally clean and bright, but there was thick fog floating above Hualong Valley, and the reflection made the sky light exceptionally cloudy.

Why Hualong Valley was so cold, there was no explanation at present, but this fog was caused by Qiu Bai Ma himself.

"I don't quite understand. Isn't the beautiful moonlight beautiful? Why cover it up?"

Zhao Yulin also pointed to the sky and asked the sloppy uncle.

"Bright things will make the heart dusty, while cloudy mirror images can make people's hearts as clear as a mirror." Qiu Baima's finger slowly moved down and pointed at the Mirror Lake.

Because of the layer of mist that isolates the dust from the outside world, the water in the Mirror Lake is so clear.

Zhao Yulin pouted like a child: "My master never talks about big principles."

"Yo yo yo! It's your master, why don't you call him so intimate in front of him?" Qiu Baima was amused by his nephew's humor.

In his life, he was not like Feng Duanyun, who had proud disciples running around everywhere, wearing a lot of clothes, but never found someone to inherit his skills.

Zhao Yulin was the closest to Feng Duanyun among all his disciples, but he also received one tenth or one twelve percent of his guidance.

As for the matter of no one to see him off in old age, as indifferent as human nature is, he couldn't help but drink a few more mouthfuls of Shaodaozi every time he thought of it after he got older, which was spicy and astringent.

But today, that feeling of desolation was like a heavy stone falling from the ground, and there was no need to worry about it.

"Okay, you've made it so obvious, I'm mentally prepared to hear bad news." Zhao Yulin squatted for too long, his legs were numb, and he stood up and leaned against the other side of the big willow tree.

"It may not be good news, and it may not be bad news." Qiu Baima said.

Zhao Yulin snorted absentmindedly: "My master is a vulgar man. I have followed him since I was old enough to understand. Of course, I am also a vulgar person. I don't have the high level of thought like you. Just say it. No matter how bad the news is, I can only accept my fate, right?"

"If your level is not high enough, you can make up for it with enlightenment. You are not bad." Qiu Baima laughed and said insincerely.

Zhao Yulin's heart became colder. He has lived here for so long since he was fifteen years old, and he has never heard his uncle say a word of flattery. What else could he say today if it wasn't to comfort him in advance?

"You've made me not want to listen anymore."

"The mood is set, I have to say it, I can't hold it back."

"Okay, then you say it, I'll listen."

"Then I said it?"

"Say it."

"I really said it!?" "

..."

Five years ago, when they were leaving, Zhao Yulin was penniless, so he stole a domesticated reed chicken from the market outside the valley, stewed it into a beggar chicken as a reward, and asked Qiu Baima to find out the secret of the evil dragon evil ticket for him, and Qiu Baima agreed.

This was the only thing between the two of them, and Qiu Baima would not talk about anything else.

So Zhao Yulin was a little confused.

What exactly is this mysterious mind method that even old man Feng couldn't figure out?

Qiu Baima had heard about it, but judging from the attitude, he was not optimistic. If he could not dispel the doubts in Zhao Yulin's heart, and ended up making the doubts thicker, or was directly struck by a bolt from the blue, it would be extremely painful.

"Did I tell you?"

"Oh, you tell me!"

Zhao Yulin finally lost his patience after being kept on suspense, and his expectations were at their lowest. He was really ready to be splashed with cold water.

No, it should be ice water.

An old hand stretched over from the other side of the big willow tree, scratching his thumb with his index finger, and then spreading his palm upward.

"Didn't I treat you to beggar's chicken five years ago?"

Qiu Baima said seriously, "Beggar's chicken was the reward for asking me to find out information. This time, you want me to speak up. You were young and penniless at that time. Now you can't treat me to food. This time, you can only make an exception once."

A white horse treads on the snow, leaving traces. Qiu Baima never does bargains. Even if Feng Duanyun asks him to find out something, he has to pay.

Zhao Yulin wanted to curse: "You said you squat in this place where no one shits all day, and you don't need money, why do you have to search so hard!"

"Situation is one thing, principle is another, hurry up, give me money." Qiu Baima left no room for negotiation.