Zhao Yulin knew Qiu Baima was not joking. He had heard a lot of rumors about the Jianghu in those days:

Duanfeng Baima, two fire phoenixes, and no treasure would fall from his grasp.

Old Man Feng had been living in seclusion for these years, focusing on trivial matters. He gradually developed some of the Taoist spirit of forgetting things and forgetting oneself. He seemed to be very particular about gold and silver, but in fact, he no longer cared that much.

Qiu Baima was different. Even at the age of sixty, he still maintained his principle of being stern, adhering to the principle that brothers should settle accounts clearly and without any difference.

Old Man Feng said that before his junior brother entered the Taoist sect, he was a child accountant in a local gentry's family. He was extremely talented in arithmetic, so he later entered the Yangdan House and inherited the Zhouyi Dunjia technique of the Dizi vein.

At first, Zhao Yulin thought that the old man was criticizing his junior for his stubbornness. After living in Hualong Valley for five months and sixteen days, he realized that this was actually the case.

"Old man, you know that my master exploited me severely. Although I have made nearly 200 million yuan in the past few years, the total amount that went into my pocket is less than 1,000 yuan. I spent it all. It's a bit embarrassing for you to ask me for money."

Zhao Yulin said with a serious expression.

The old Taoist hand of the White Horse Taoist priest remained motionless, still placed beside him, and said lightly: "If you don't have money, you can give something else, as long as the value is equal. You are my junior nephew, and I can still make some concessions for you."

Zhao Yulin searched all over his body, and there were only two cards and a coin in his pocket. The card was given by Sun Chongyue, and there was not much balance left in a savings card. The credit card was not enough to take out the money. Even if he gave it to the old master, the small amount of money would not move this aging white horse galloping in the wilderness.

A coin with a face value of one yuan was not enough to fill the gap between his teeth.

Moreover, the coin was given by Leng Hanshuang, and it was impossible for him to give it to others.

"I heard that you got the knife of the number one mercenary king of the previous generation. That knife is no ordinary item and is worth some money."

Seeing that his nephew was thinking hard but to no avail, Qiu Baima gave him some friendly advice. He picked out the mucus from his nose without any master's demeanor and threw it into the clear and cold lake water: "I have never seen that knife, but I guess it should be very sharp. I can use it when I go out hunting for food. It should also be useful for killing animals and disemboweling them."

Zhao Yulin smiled bitterly. The old man was indeed as greedy as he was when he was young. He would put all the good things in his bag, regardless of whether they were redundant or not.

The Yunni Knife from the northern border is indeed not an ordinary weapon. It can break gold and cut stone without any hesitation. It is a good knife that is sharp and sharp. However, Qiu Baima has good knives in his hands. The chopping knife he used to process bear meat by the Jinghu Lake in the afternoon is one of the famous knives in the old times, named Hanlin.

"The Yunni was given to someone else for a few days. It is not with me now."

Zhao Yulin lifted his shirt and showed his trouser waist to his uncle. There was a donkey brand leather belt tied there. It was selected by Sun Leling. The leather was of good quality and the shape was simple and exquisite. From the perspective of today's fashion, it was fashionable and generous, and very good-looking.

But there was indeed no trace of the Yunni Knife.

"Then I can do nothing to help you!" Qiu Baima was very ruthless, stroking his long-untended gray beard, and it seemed that he was not going to tell him about the evil dragon's evil ticket.

Zhao Yulin had a plan in mind, and said with his eyes rolling, "I see that you are very interested in Chen Siyao. I have a personal item of hers here, which I'd like to give to you. What do you think of this bargaining chip?" "

Personal item?" Qiu Baima showed obvious curiosity.

Zhao Yulin reached into his trouser pocket for a long time and took out a button: "Don't think this is just an ordinary button, but you don't know, this is the button on Chen Siyao's autumn trousers."

"Where did you pick it from?"

Qiu Baima asked, without any of the vulgarity of an old rogue in his tone, in fact, no meaningful emotion could be heard in his voice.

Zhao Yulin said briefly: "The weather in Qing Province is cold. Before we came here, we went out together to buy warm clothes. That day, I went to their room to get something and happened to see Chen Siyao's autumn pants. The button had fallen off and she hadn't had time to sew it. Maybe she didn't know how to sew and hadn't intended to sew it back on. She just didn't have time to throw it away, so I just took the button."

"They're tight autumn pants. I haven't washed them yet. I can still smell the unique body fragrance of a young girl on them. It's faint and refreshing!"

Zhao Yulin said as he brought the button to his nose and sniffed it. Then he made an expression of satisfaction on his face, which was 200% obscene.

He made up the story, of course. The button fell off his own shirt. He was not sure if this story could fool the wise Uncle Bai Ma, but he was just betting on a possibility.

He and Qiu Bai Ma had lived together for half a year, and the latter knew at least 80% of his character. Under normal circumstances, he should be able to figure out that he would not do such a despicable thing.

Unless he cared about it.

Qiu Bai Ma walked slowly from the other side of the big willow tree to him, staring at the button in his hand for a few seconds.

The button was taken away by Qiu Bai Ma and thrown into the Mirror Lake.

Zhao Yulin pretended to be angry and said, "Hey! If you don't want it, then don't want it. Why throw it away? I want to keep it for myself to savor!"

Qiu Baima said, "Don't have any bad ideas about that girl in the future. If you really like her, give her a name."

Zhao Yulin was a little confused, but also understood.

"Don't you want to have a love affair with that girl?" he asked.

Qiu Baima pulled out the pipe from his waist, put in the dried toad grass, lit it with a match and smoked half a pot. His voice was hoarse from the fierce smoke, and he said, "Don't play tricks on me. Uncle Shi knows that you have figured out some clues. Yes, what you figured out is almost the truth."

Zhao Yulin was surprised, not because Qiu Baima told him the truth, but because this stubborn old man took the initiative to claim to be his uncle.

Five years ago, Qiu Baima read Zhao Yulin's fortune. The fortune showed that Zhao Yulin was a greedy wolf. It was a real seedling of trouble, but this seedling of trouble was special. It did not harm the people close to him, but only harmed his relatives.

Uncle-master is naturally a relative from a distant family. In order to avoid suffering in his old age, Qiu Baima made a prompt decision and stopped Zhao Yulin from calling him uncle-master. He even bought incense, paper money, and meat from a town outside the valley to offer sacrifices to the heavens, and performed a ceremony to sever the uncle-master-nephew relationship between the two.

Why is he willing to call himself Zhao Yulin's uncle-master now?

The answer seemed to be right in front of him, and he could grab it with his hand - was it because of Chen Siyao who had just arrived at Hualong Valley?

Zhao Yulin could not confirm it, and he did not want to confirm it. Some things are far less beautiful than being covered with a layer of misty veil than being explained clearly.

Moreover, he knew that his uncle's active admission that he was his uncle-master did not mean that he had given in. If he asked again, his uncle would still not say anything.

"Master is much worse than you in keeping secrets." Zhao Yulin sighed.

"People who are good at digging out secrets are often good at hiding secrets. Your master has been a fool in his life. You shouldn't think that your senior brother is worse than me in any aspect." Qiu Baima said.

"Then let's simplify it. You care about Chen Siyao. Maybe we can negotiate from this." Zhao Yulin said.

Qiu Baima knocked off the burnt ashes in the smoke pot, put his belt back on his pants, and sat on the grass with his thin and worn Bagua robe, saying: "I can not take your money, and I can not think about your Yunni knife. You just need to agree to three conditions, and I will tell you the news I have found out."

"You say."

Zhao Yulin had no other choice.

"First, if you don't like her, don't harm her."

"Second, when she's in danger, protect her."

"What about the last one?"

Zhao Yulin asked.

Qiu Baima reached into his Taoist robe and took out a book from his collar. The cover of the book was so tattered that the title could no longer be recognized. It looked like waste paper dug out from a garbage dump, stained with oil and very dirty.

But Zhao Yulin could recognize that this tattered book, which was thrown to a homeless person who might not want it, was the secret book of the Longhu Mountain Alchemy Hall, which was as high as the Eightfold Prajna.

Qiu Baima handed the book to Zhao Yulin, who took it and held it in one hand, waiting for the next step.

"I, your uncle, have never found a disciple who can sleep with me all my life. I will be dead in a few decades. I can't let the lost knowledge of the master's school die with me."

"Aren't you too lazy to find a disciple?" Zhao Yulin complained.

Qiu Baima was too lazy to respond and continued to talk: "It takes a lot of effort to teach Zhouyi deduction and Bagua Tai Chi, and it takes more time to learn. That girl will not live in the valley for a long time, and I can't bear to see her live a hard life here. The only thing I can hope for is that she can live longer."

Zhao Yulin's heart was moved and he raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to pass on Changchun Gong to Chen Siyao?"

Qiu Baima nodded.

He could not help but remind her: "Her constitution is not suitable for martial arts, nor for the practice of longevity."

The Taoists say that all things return to one, and different paths lead to the same destination. Practicing martial arts and seeking the Tao are actually the same, but they are actually different.

Chen Siyao is not suitable for martial arts, which does not mean that she is not suitable for practicing Taoism, but due to her character, she is really not suitable for practicing Taoism.

Changchun Gong is the highest secret passed down by Longhu Mountain. It is a bit of a waste and a bit rash to pass it on to a woman with a constitution and character of average or lower level.

The wind suddenly rushed, from light to loud, sobbing and howling, like the roar of ghosts.

The temperature on the shore of Jinghu Lake dropped several degrees in an instant, adding to the biting cold.

It was colder near the water than other places. The seam of the sweater touched the back, and the chill penetrated the heart. Zhao Yulin couldn't help shivering twice, hugged his arms, and tucked his neck into his collar: "It's not appropriate for you to do this."

As a nephew, he shouldn't talk like this, it seems like accusation, somewhat disrespectful.

But the old Taoist who was still sitting crooked didn't care. The cool breeze lifted the Taoist robe that was originally jade white and now gray, and his back was dry and clear.

"What if it was passed on to you, and then you passed it on to that girl?" The old Taoist in gray murmured.

Zhao Yulin's eyes were dim: "If it was passed on to me, I wouldn't pass it on to her. The classics of the sect cannot be treated lightly like this."

"Is the girl's qualifications really as unsatisfactory as you said?" Qiu Baima asked.

"I'm not afraid of disappointing you. I'm not stupid, but my qualifications are really poor."

Zhao Yulin said solemnly.

Qiu Baima lay down lazily on his side, and his voice was quite helpless: "How could a person like my senior brother, who has no moral principles, teach a disciple like you..."