The sudden excitement startled the other two.
Song Tingwan remained calm and unmoved.
Song Siyao stood up and held her sword in front of her sister.
Xiahou Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then stood next to Nie Wangya.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Senior, please don't get agitated."
He was still in a daze, completely unaware of what had happened.
Nie Wangya's heart was pounding, and he even spilled the half-eaten bowl of wontons.
He looked at Song Tingwan warily, then turned to leave.
Song Siyao looked at his older sister questioningly, unsure whether to stop her.
"Hey, senior, don't go! Aren't you going to eat wontons?" Xiahou Zhiwei chased after the old beggar, asking hurriedly.
The old beggar remained silent in anger, which made the introverted young master shut his mouth and say nothing.
Song Tingwan sat on the stall smiling, and only spoke slowly after the person had walked about ten steps away.
"You want to restore it, right?"
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to uncontrollably light up my eyes the moment I heard her name.
But why has it dimmed again?
She was puzzled.
He then thought of examining the other person's body.
I never expected him to be so perceptive.
Nie Wangya paused in his steps.
Then he left as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Sister..."
Song Siyao hesitated, wondering whether she should forcibly stop the person.
The wonton stall owner watched the two leave, shouting that they hadn't paid.
Song Tingwan smiled and shook her head, "We know each other, I'll pay."
The boss then happily let out a sigh and went back to making wontons for them.
Song Tingwan looked up at her sister and said, "It seems we'll have to stay for two days."
That senior colleague will regret it.
must.
Song Siyao squatted down, rearranged the stool that Nie Wangya had overturned, and then pushed her bowl of wontons towards her first.
"I'll listen to my older sister."
As we sat down again, the owner brought out another serving of steaming hot, freshly cooked wontons.
There were two extra bowls.
The two sisters inevitably started talking about the two men.
"What does Ayao think of that senior named Nie Wangya?"
Song Siyao pondered for a moment, "His behavior is like that of a shrewd old beggar who freeloads. Although Xiahou Zhiwei is a bit naive, he is very wary. It would be difficult to fool him unless you have real skills. Besides..."
"He could even sense the probing of divine sense."
Most cultivators wouldn't notice it; only powerful beings above the Mahayana stage would have such a keen reaction.
Song Tingwan nodded slightly, "But his reaction was too strong, and he has fallen to such a state. I wonder what other hidden story there is."
The two calmly ate their wontons.
A short while later, after finishing their wontons, the two got up to find another inn when Song Siyao sharply turned around and stared in a certain direction.
"Someone is following us."
Song Tingwan looked over curiously, "Is it them?"
Song Siyao shook her head, "I'm not sure, but there doesn't seem to be any murderous intent about him."
"Then let it be."
Song Tingwan disagreed, and the two found an inn to stay in.
The next day was another day of leisurely strolling.
Song Tingwan sent A Yao away and had someone arrange for her to have some of the city's most famous pastries.
At this moment, from a dark corner of the street, the old beggar and the timid Xiahou Zhiwei emerged from the shadows.
Seeing Song Tingwan's knowing look, Nie Wangya looked at Xiahou Zhiwei beside him with disdain.
"I told you not to follow me."
Xiahou Zhiwei didn't like hearing that. "If I'm not here, who will buy food for you, senior?"
Nie Wangya fell silent.
Song Tingwan listened to their bickering and slowly approached.
"Senior, are you still unwilling to miss this opportunity?"
Nie Wangya glanced at her awkwardly, then snorted, "You can't cure me. I'm down on my luck now and can't afford to pay you."
Xiahou Zhiwei glanced at her from the side and said, "I do have some, and I'm willing to pay you for it."
The old beggar paused, "Do you know how much effort it will take to cure me? Not to mention whether people are willing to help, one of the medicines alone is worth a fortune."
Even at the height of his fame, he couldn't afford that thing.
The two were somewhat confused by what he said.
Nie Wangya squatted under the eaves at the street corner and sighed as he spoke: "When I was injured, I asked Elder Fuqu of the Sword Sect to take a look. I took medicine to control my injury for many years, which emptied my savings. When I went to teach people formations, I was looked down upon by those novice disciples because I had no cultivation."
“My friends all wanted to help me out, but I was so proud back then that I hid away and started to act like an ordinary person.”
"But this wound is poisonous. I am like a glutton, as if I can never get enough to eat. I need to eat continuously every day, otherwise I will be so hungry that I will become too weak to move."
Suddenly, it started to rain, and raindrops fell from the eaves.
Nie Wangya looked down blankly at the rain splashing on the ground and disappearing, as if this was his future.
They starved to death like ordinary people.
"No wonder you looked like you were about to faint from hunger when I met you in the dilapidated temple," Xiahou Zhiwei murmured to herself.
Nie Wangya gave him a deep look, "If it weren't for your appearance, I, Nie Wangya, would truly have died in some unknown, desolate temple."
He had fallen on hard times and was ashamed to face his old friends.
Doctors all say there is no cure.
He has even lost his spiritual network.
He was so hungry and delirious every day that he only heard about the appearance of the Sleeping Goddess from passing cultivators.
He had been away from the heart of the cultivation world for a long time and didn't even know if the news was true or false.
Song Siyao, carrying the pastries her older sister wanted to buy, stopped a few steps away from them. She didn't make a sound when she came back, but now she strode over.
"You shouldn't have fallen to such a state."
Just like Elder Pei Yuan from the outer sect, even when she was down on her luck, she still had friends to help her.
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