"Friend Ye is quite special. I see that you don't like beverages, but you like tea, and your tea-making skills are so sophisticated."
The old man sat under the tree for a while, his mood calmed down a little, and he smiled and praised Ye Lan's tea-making skills.
"Brewing tea can calm the mind." Ye Lan washed the teacup casually. In the faint fragrance of tea, the coldness between his eyebrows also faded a little. "This tea can also calm the mind."
Hearing this, the old cripple felt his worries touched upon and sighed softly, "Young friend Ye is very observant. I am indeed worried."
"Because of returning to the sect?" Ye Lan asked calmly, already certain in his heart that this was the answer.
The old cripple hesitated for a moment before nodding, a trace of embarrassment on his face. After a long pause, he said, "When I left, the sect was barely making ends meet. The disciples often went hungry, so poor that they had to beg for alms. I wonder if I, an old, useless man, will become a burden to them now that I return?"
He naturally had no doubt about his disciples' filial piety, but he was afraid that giving him an extra portion of food would cause trouble for the sect.
"I thought I'd just take a look from afar when I go back. I'll be content knowing that everyone in the sect is doing well. From now on, I'll continue to live in the imperial capital with my youngest son. I think society is developing rapidly these days, and someone as healthy as me could go out and hand out flyers or do some cleaning."
He had come up with these two jobs after watching TV dramas all day. The advantages are low barriers to entry, quick learning, and no age or educational restrictions. If you're lucky, you can still make some extra money every month after having enough to eat.
In this way, I can occasionally take my youngest to the amusement park.
He had thought it through very carefully and comprehensively, but when he turned around, he found that Ye Lan next to him had a look on his face that looked a little strange.
"Friend Ye, what's wrong with you? Do you think my plan is not appropriate?" He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Could it be that he couldn't do the cleaning and distribute flyers?
Seeing his expression change drastically in a single minute, Ye Lan couldn't help but ask with a blank expression, "May I ask how you were imprisoned on the mysterious island?"
"Oh, I remember that." The old cripple, distracted, immediately immersed himself in the past and began recounting, "At the time, I was begging for alms on the mountain, and I met a man who said there was an opportunity to work abroad and make a lot of money in two years. I thought I could contribute to the well-being of the whole sect, so I followed him. I didn't expect that the man was a scammer. After we got to the island, he asked me to do sales work and make phone calls to cheat people. He also didn't pay me and beat me when I refused."
At this point, he slapped his thigh in anger, as if he was still regretting not getting his wages.
Ye Lan's mood was a little hard to describe, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope and continued to ask: "Then why didn't you resist?"
As an ancient martial artist, even a newly-initiated disciple of the sect is no match for an ordinary fighter.
It was obvious that the old cripple had achieved great accomplishments when he was young, so it was even less likely that he would be bullied by a few scoundrels.
However, "The sect has an ancestral precept that prohibits the use of force against ordinary people. Unless their lives are in danger, the precept must not be broken!" The old cripple answered righteously.
Ye Lan: “…”
There were so many complaints that she didn't know what to say.
The criminals who can live on the mysterious island are not easy to deal with. What the old kidnapper encountered at that time should be similar to overseas trafficking fraud. At the beginning of the training, they would not use heavy hands, but once they found that there was no use value, the torture of the other party would be more terrible than death.
The old man with a broken leg was left to fend for himself in the cave for decades, which is a living example.
However, thinking about the history of Beidou Sect, although Ye Lan could not understand such overly rigid thoughts, he also expressed respect.
Finally, in order to ease the old man's anxiety, she comforted him, "Life in Beidou Sect is much better now. It shouldn't be a problem for you and Xiaoer to go back."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the old cripple shook his head firmly with a stern face, saying, "Young friend Ye, there's no need to comfort me. I know very well what kind of people my sect's disciples are. They are definitely not the kind of people who covet fame and fortune. I know you're trying to reassure me, but there's no need."
Ye Lan: “…”
That's why she didn't want to say more before because she anticipated such a reaction.
The tea tasting session failed to ease the old man's frown, but left Ye Lan speechless. He went upstairs and fell asleep.
A dreamless sleep.
The next morning, as usual, people from the Imperial Kitchen came to deliver breakfast.
Seeing that Xiao Yunting did not show up, Ye Lan did not ask any questions. After finishing breakfast, he carried the youngest who had packed a meal and the old cripple who was too worried to eat into the car.
The car drove out of the villa in the castle area and headed towards the suburbs of the imperial capital. The further it went, the closer it got to the wilderness. She led everyone out of the car until she reached a dense forest.
"I can't believe that after all these years, the entrance is still here, unchanged." Seeing the familiar forest, the old cripple's eyes showed a hint of emotion and longing, and he offered, "Let me unlock this entrance."
Ye Lan did not comment, but stood aside and made a gesture of invitation.
The old crooked man, fond of teaching, led his youngest son and Wu Heng forward and explained in detail, "This dense forest may look simple, but it actually represents the work of Lu Ban from the Spring and Autumn Period, incorporating the principles of the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams. If an ordinary person strays into it, it will become like a maze. Only the inner strength of an ancient warrior can shake the mountains and forests and break through the maze."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, facing the dense forest with his palm, and began to release his internal energy, striking forward with a palm.
rustle.
The surrounding trees were affected by the energy, and friction sounds were heard between the treetops. The trees in front that were hit would slowly move away automatically, and then continue to extend to the end of the dense forest, and would stop only when they saw a straight passage.
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