"You must have a lot of questions for me, but don't rush, have some tea first."
Old Zhang pointed to the small teacup in front of Huang Boqi, then took out his own large tea basin.
"You young people shouldn't drink too much tea, it'll make you sleep bad. I'm an old man who doesn't need much sleep, so it's fine for me to drink more."
As he spoke, he grinned and poured all the tea from the teapot into his large tea basin.
He took a slurp, smacked his lips, and looked completely blissful.
The image of a sage, which had just resembled a vast starry sky, instantly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
This also made Xiao Boqi understand the origin of why his wife always liked to sip tea from a teacup bigger than her face.
I learned it from this old man.
The tea was really good; one sip brought immense comfort to my mind and soul, and even the fatigue left over from breaking the formation vanished instantly.
Unfortunately, he only received a small cup.
"Back then, there were far more super powers on the imperial land than there are now."
Old Zhang put down his teacup and began to speak with a look of reminiscence.
"With so many super powers, infighting is inevitable, but these bastards know they can't afford to fight to the death, so the main force in the conflict is the vassal forces of the major super powers."
"I was born in a small town, and my family members all worked as blacksmiths for the town's ruler."
He stroked his sparse beard, gathered his thoughts, and continued.
"But in such chaotic times, small towns like that could only choose one power to serve in order to barely survive."
"But that damn city lord is a complete idiot. He had a better option, but he insisted on listening to women and choosing to side with another power."
"The moment he announced that he had recognized him as his master, that faction was wiped out. According to the custom at the time, he could have immediately knelt down and changed masters to him."
"But this son of a bitch once again listened to those women and vowed to be a loyal man who would rather die than surrender."
As he said this, a longing smile appeared on his lips.
"At that time, our leader gathered us together and told us that this damn city lord, who had shit for brains, was quite a hero because he listened to women's words, but this empty title required our lives to be exchanged. To hell with blood and eggs, he's a hero if we die, why should he be one?"
"I've decided to kill him, take his head, and surrender. Damn it, the real hero is the one who saves a city with their head. Who's with me?"
He chuckled, then shook his head slightly and continued.
"Not everyone can figure out the key point, and even if they do, not everyone has the courage to do so. So in the end, only three people stayed behind, ready to be heroes."
Then he looked at Yi Boqi and asked with a smile.
Can you guess which three people they are?
Upon hearing this, Yi Boqi put down his teacup and then held up three fingers.
"The elder brother you mentioned must be my family's ancestor. I can't think of anyone else who would speak to him like that."
"One of the other two should be you, and the other is Fatian, whom you mentioned before."
Old Zhang picked up the large teapot, took a sip, and nodded with a smile.
"Yes, your ancestor's way of speaking was very distinctive, but his style of doing things was even more distinctive."
“That night, the three of us sneaked into the city lord’s mansion and captured the city lord’s wife, who was the one the city lord obeyed. At the time, Fatian and I didn’t understand why we had to capture a woman, but your ancestor told us that today he would show us just how stupid a person could be.”
He Boqi was not actually interested in this extremely ancient story, and even less interested in his ancestor.
But if this old man wanted to talk, all I could do was sit there and patiently listen.
"When we captured that woman, the city lord rushed back in a panic and told us that as long as we didn't hurt her, he would give us whatever we wanted."
"Then your ancestor said he wanted one of the city lord's arms, and that he would consider releasing the woman if the lord cut off his own arm."
"And guess what happened?"
He thought he would just listen, but he didn't expect that this old guy would like to play the interactive game.
He then replied somewhat helplessly.
"Did he really cut off his own arm?"
Old Zhang chuckled upon hearing this, then shook his head.
"How could someone who would disregard the lives of the entire city for a mere reputation possibly cut off his own arm for a woman?"
"He obeys that woman's every word simply because her family is very powerful."
This piqued Ye Boqi's curiosity, and he immediately asked.
"And then what?"
Old Zhang picked up his teacup and took another sip.
"Her husband, who was usually so considerate and loving, and who even said he would risk his life for her, refused to save her now because of an arm. The already fiery woman was furious and started fighting with that damned city lord."
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's a really intense fight. And I must say, that woman may be feisty, but her cultivation and talent are quite good."
"As soon as they started fighting, their respective forces also began to fight amongst themselves. At this time, your ancestor led the two of us to plunder the city lord's secret vault."
"It was from that time that we truly embarked on the path of cultivation."
These words were so contradictory and made Xiao Boqi feel very awkward.
"In the end, the three of you killed the city lord and took his head to surrender?"
Old Zhang chuckled again and slowly shook his head.
“I said at the beginning that your ancestor’s style of doing things was very distinctive.”
"His real intention was not to be a hero, nor to save the people of the small town, because after he said those words, the news of his rebellion had already reached the ears of the town lord."
"In your ancestor's words, what's the use of saving these trash who never even see the back of their heads and can't even tell good from bad? The heroes praised by these trash are, without a doubt, bastards who died with their eyes wide open."
"So his real intention is to send these scoundrels to report the news, so that the damn city lord will definitely choose to catch them red-handed. Therefore, the focus of the defense will definitely be on the city lord's front hall, and the defense of the back hall will be extremely weak."
"The real purpose is the city lord's secret vault."
The story is excellent, with a clear beginning and end.
But Yi Boqi was genuinely uninterested, because that wasn't what he wanted to know most right now; there were too many other things waiting for him to do.
The spatial passage is about to be opened, and the Chao Clan is waiting for me to go there.
He was about to gather a huge amount of spiritual jade marrow for Daqi, so he really had no interest in listening to the cheap ancestor's sordid past.
Old Zhang noticed that Yi Boqi wasn't interested, smiled slightly, and spoke again.
"That damned city lord is named Yun Qinliancheng."
"That is, the ancestor of the current Yunqin Heavenly Dynasty."
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