Zhao Yulin doesn't talk about principles but only about bottom lines in many aspects, because only those who are only interested in profit can live safely after passing through those places that can be called hell on earth.

But who wants to be a villain when they can be gentlemen?

In the few things that allow him to maintain principles, he will not be led by the situation to compromise.

So he did not agree to teach Changchun Gong to Chen Siyao on behalf of Qiu Baima, even though what was waiting for him on the other side might be the answer he had been thinking about for nearly twenty years.

Naturally, Qiu Baima did not abandon his principles in the end and told him the news of the evil dragon's evil ticket unconditionally.

Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, let alone they are just a pair of uncles and nephews.

——The deal fell through, and both parties were unhappy. It was hard to imagine how ridiculous it would be for an old man in his sixties to point at a young man in his early twenties and scold him for being old-fashioned. But that night by the Jinghu Lake, Qiu Baima did point at Zhao Yulin's nose and scold him. He was even less flexible than the old people who came from the old society. They parted

unhappily.

At night, Zhao Yulin, his master's uncle, and his brother-in-law squeezed on the cold and hard wooden bed. They were very uncomfortable. The old man dozed off and fell asleep quickly. His snoring rose and fell, making it difficult for others to fall asleep.

The three girls washed up early and got into the quilt to keep warm. They were already sleeping soundly at this time, not disturbed by the old man's snoring.

Zhao Yulin looked at Zhou Yidian beside him. The two of them stared at each other. The former had no expression on his face, and the latter smiled bitterly.

The fire in the stove burned more and more vigorously. Through the iron cover, one could see the flames in the stove eye.

In this bitter cold place, this is the only thing that can keep the simple hut warm. Zhao Yulin remembered that about 1,800 days ago, when he first came to Hualong Valley, it was almost July.

At that time, there was no thatched house, and of course there was no small stove.

Qiu Baima, who had practiced Changchun Gong to perfection, did not need these trivial things. A cave covered with dry grass was a top-notch cave. It was not an exaggeration to call him a semi-immortal.

But Zhao Yulin did not have that kind of heat. He had not even practiced the Eightfold Prajna of Old Man Feng. At the age of fifteen, when his vitality was the strongest and he was most afraid of wind and rain, he caught a cold and suffered from many diseases.

So the old and the young worked together to build this thatched hut halfway up the mountain pass of Hualong Valley. They also tethered a number of small animals from the pasture in the back mountain and exchanged them for a stove in the town outside the valley, allowing Zhao Yulin to spend half a year in the valley in peace. He

only got seriously ill once, when he first arrived in the valley and had not yet built a thatched hut. He caught a cold after sleeping in a cave for one night.

At dawn, Qiu Baima carried him on his back and ran over the valley for more than 20 miles on the mountain road, kicking open the door of the sleeping Tibetan doctor.

At that time, Zhao Yulin, with a fever so high that his face and neck were red, lay on the shoulder of his uncle master. In a daze, he felt a warm current in his heart that he had never felt before. In Longdong Village, Old Man Feng was a miracle doctor himself, and he always had herbs at home. If his apprentice got sick, it would probably be just a bowl of soup. It wouldn't be so thrilling, and there was no chance.

Zhao Yulin vaguely remembered the smell on his uncle master's shoulder, which had the fragrance of soap, wild vegetables, and the strange smell of wild animal fat, just like the mixed smell in the house now, in short, it was particularly good.

The only difference was that five years ago, the uncle master had a wet sweat smell, and his head was also hot, and he was sweating and his teeth were chattering with cold.

Day and night have changed for several years. I have grown from a young man with red lips and white teeth to a powerful warrior king in a blink of an eye, but my uncle is still the same old look.

Old and haggard. After all,

Changchun Gong can only prolong life but not make people immortal. So far, among the nearly one hundred generations of descendants of Yangdanlu, the oldest one has lived no more than one hundred and forty years. Those who are old will still grow old, and those who are going to die will die.

When I met Qiu Baima again, my uncle's hair was whiter than five years ago. He just aged slower than ordinary people, but he could not escape the fate of being a cup of yellow earth.

Zhao Yulin still stared at the stove silently. The quiet and dark room was filled with loneliness. Three girls slept on two mattresses, which were spacious enough and had different sleeping positions. The stove was right next to their beds, closest to the warmth. The flickering light and shadows in the small holes of the iron cover were very eye-catching.

The fire burned until the second half of the night, and the bright flames gradually became weaker. Zhao Yulin got out of bed wearing a coat and added a few pieces of dried cow dung to the stove. Soon, the fire was strong again, and the room was as warm as before. He tucked in the quilt that Sun Leling had kicked away, and then fell asleep.

Zhou woke up the latest at one in the morning. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to yell, saying that his whole body was in pain and he didn't want to move.

Yesterday's exercise was too intense. Although Zhao Yulin had taught him a set of Tai Chi, the sudden stimulation still could not be ignored by the young muscles and bones.

Zhou Caifeng and two girls washed rice and vegetables to prepare breakfast, while Zhao Yulin and Qiu Baima went to the back mountain, went deep into the plateau wilderness to collect many herbs, and then boiled a large pot of water and poured it into the yellow bucket. After breakfast, the water temperature was just right, and the medicinal power of the herbs was basically dissolved in the water. Zhao Yulin sent the girls out of the thatched house and asked Zhou Yidian to take a bath in the bucket.

"Brother-in-law... did you put a knockout drug in the water? Why am I a little sleepy?"

After soaking for half an hour, Zhou Yidian's eyes began to fight and he felt drowsy.

"Go to sleep. After a good sleep, you will be full of energy again."

Zhao Yulin stood by the bucket, touching his brother-in-law's body with his right hand and pressing several acupuncture points.

Soon at one o'clock on Monday, I couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness. Not long after I got up, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.

Qiu Baima looked at the young man soaking in the medicine and marveled: "Such a good seedling is hard to find. It's worthy of this bucket of medicine."

Zhao Yulin said: "Only this bucket of medicine can help him."

Qiu Baima twirled his gray beard and asked: "Is he so interested because he is the younger brother of the girl outside, or is he really reluctant to let this spiritual energy go to waste?"

Zhao Yulin thought for a while and said: "Second, There are all kinds of people, but most

of them are appreciating talent. "Qiu Baima didn't know what he was thinking, he shook his head and sighed, and then talked about the only sad thing in his life: "You are only in your twenties and you have already accepted disciples. To be honest, your family line is really prosperous. Unlike me, an old man, I am doomed to be lonely for the rest of my life. Don't you envy me!"

Zhao Yulin looked down at the stove and said nothing.

About two hours later, the bath gradually cooled down, Zhou Yidian slowly opened his eyes and woke up. His body absorbed most of the medicinal power in the bath, and he was as strong as before. He twisted his arms and legs and exclaimed that it was magical.

"Brother-in-law, your medicinal bath is amazing. If we open a yellow barrel bath club in Yanjing, we can make a lot of money!"

Children from merchant families are always subconsciously looking for business opportunities. However, Zhao Yulin just threw a rag to him to wipe his body and did not take the so-called business opportunity seriously at all.

It's not that he is so noble that he disdains business. He likes anything that can make money. However, many things are not as easy as they seem. For example, the prescription cannot be passed on to others. Some of the herbs used in this barrel of medicine soup are of extremely low production and can only be collected in the extremely dangerous places of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. It is feasible to provide a few people with medicinal baths, but if you open a business, you will have to soak at least dozens of barrels a day, which will be a very scary number after a few months.

This kind of thing is unrealistic just thinking about it.

After finishing the business here, Sun Leling and Chen Siyao shouted that they wanted to go to the grassland to play. Zhao Yulin put on the ox horn bow and quiver from yesterday and led a group of friends to the back mountain.

Qiu Baima had his own place to go every day. He did not go with them. He took his big ox horn bow and went over the mountain pass in another direction.

The weather in the grassland was still warm, the breeze was not strong and the sun was not too hot. In comparison, the cold in Hualong Valley was not so kind, no wonder the girls were not willing to stay there. There was

still a lot of time today, so they went deeper into the grassland. The whole grassland was like a miniature version of the Sudanese prairie, full of vitality, with all kinds of birds and beasts running among the green grass. Even Zhou Dian, a boy, couldn't help but be surprised.

"Wow! Look! There's a baby deer over there!"

"Bison!"

"Zhao Yulin, is that a vulture?"

"Gazelle?!"

"Oh my god - these animals shouldn't appear in China, right?"

It was as if they had come to the Qinghai Lake area that was not mentioned in the textbooks. Many species that should appear abroad or even in Asia were active on the grassland, very naturally, as if they originally belonged here.

Zhou Yidian suspected that he had read a fake book before, and so did Sun Leling and the others.

So when they saw five elephants leisurely walking past them, the three girls and a little boy were very numb, because nothing they saw in this place seemed worth being surprised about.

Zhao Yulin finally realized that the old Taoist priest was not bragging to him, because there were indeed African lions in the grassland, and there were more than one. A small population had already been bred. A quick glance showed that there were about a dozen lions, which were the top predators in this grassland.

"Zhao Yulin, is lion meat delicious?" Chen Siyao asked, looking greedy.

The Sixth Soldier King immediately turned pale. He had reason to believe that if any of these lions were killed by him, Qiu Baima would fight him to the death.

These were living creatures brought back from Africa. The process was arduous. How much effort would it take to keep these lions from afar alive and healthy across continents and reproduce the next generation?

"Your idea is very dangerous."

Zhao Yulin said with trembling lips.

"What's so dangerous about this!" Chen Siyao looked very casual, "You think your uncle is too stingy. Didn't he treat us to a big meal last night? He won't mind eating his lion. Besides, we won't take it home to eat. We will just have a picnic here. Maybe your uncle won't notice us when we leave!"

Zhao Yulin's expression became more and more solemn, and he repeated: "Your idea is very dangerous."

It's like an old man who has devoted his life to collecting antiques. If you smash his most proud collection in front of him, it's no different from killing his spouse and burning his house. It's simply not enough to describe it with the word "hateful".

Qiu Baima has spent his whole life seeking the truth, and the pursuit of the true meaning of life is secondary. The old man enjoys appreciating the unique beauty of life. There are many species on this grassland that are not found in Qinghai Province. They are his treasured collections that are priceless.

Brown bears eat them, and they are native to the Qinghai Lake area. One less is not a big deal. It didn't take much effort to get them into the grassland. But some animals are different. They have been brought here with great difficulty. If they are eaten by a few ignorant kids, how heartbreaking it would be!