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But Fairy Haoyue was indeed very good to Yang Yu. Even if other ordinary people became Fairy Haoyue's registered disciples, Fairy Haoyue would only give them a few books on cultivation methods and some cultivation resources as a routine matter, and that would be the end of the matter.
Whether he will become successful or not, and what he will eventually grow into, has nothing to do with Fairy Haoyue.
Yang Yu enjoyed the 14 seals and spiritual power training that Sikong Xue had not even started to enjoy, which was enough to show how much Fairy Haoyue cared about Yang Yu.
Although this is closely related to those colorful mortal books...
Fairy Haoyue, who had always been abstinent, felt like a new world had opened up to her after reading those romantic novels written by mortals. She wanted to drag him to read them whenever she had time.
Thinking of this, Sikong Xue's cheeks turned slightly red.
Those books were not too low-brow, they were just some rather bold romantic novels, telling love stories with occasional obscene descriptions, but they always managed to attract Fairy Haoyue, who paid great attention to some of the details in them.
It just so happened that her stupid junior brother came. He was handsome and talented, and with her relationship, Fairy Haoyue could naturally do something to Yang Yu.
Fairy Haoyue can also take advantage of Yang Yu to focus her interest in books, including the various tricks described in the books. Fairy Haoyue probably wants to try them out on Yang Yu.
Sikong Xue felt that these were nothing. After all, Fairy Haoyue was her master, and as her disciple, there was nothing she could do to stop her. Rather, she felt a small, immoral, incestuous pleasure when she saw Fairy Haoyue doing strange things to Yang Yu.
To be a little bolder, Fairy Haoyue's behavior is undoubtedly an attempt to secretly seduce her man.
The thought of a master seducing her apprentice’s man is... perverted and exciting.
If this were in bed, she would call Yang Yu Junior Brother, and Fairy Haoyue would call Yang Yu Disciple, and the two women would serve Yang Yu together...
And Yang Yu had to call her Sister Xue, Master Haoyue Fairy, or even more vulgarly, Master Haoyue Fairy's Wife... This was too vulgar.
Sikong Xue's pretty face flushed, she bit her lip and shook her head, hiding this bold idea in her heart.
"Then let's go find Sister Haoyue now. Sister Haoyue will definitely agree."
When Luo Mei saw that Sikong Xue was about to agree, she immediately blinked her eyes and shook her hands even more vigorously.
"Tomorrow, I'll ask Master tomorrow."
Sikong Xue rubbed Luomei's little head and smiled gently.
"If that doesn't work, you have to practice hard. When you break through to the foundation-building stage, I will take you there. Even if Master is reluctant, I will make Master agree by then."
Luo Mei looked at Sikong Xue with a slight smile on her lips, her little mouth slightly opened, and her big, innocent eyes blinked.
"I understand. It's about Sese."
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Another seven or eight days have passed in the Qingtian City.
In the past few days, with Wu Bai volunteering to be the cauldron, Yang Yu broke through another layer of seal, his cultivation level recovered to the initial stage of foundation building, and there were signs of breaking through the next layer of seal.
Yang Yu walked around the city every day, asking for news and seeing what the so-called first master, second master, and third master were doing. He also went to the city lord's mansion.
There are quite a few cultivators inside, some of whom are of very high status, and they are accompanied by more than ten servants. But in fact, these cultivators are just Qi cultivators. There are only five in the early stage of foundation building in the entire Qingtian city. There are two in the city lord's mansion, and one of them is hiding in the basement.
Yang Yu suspected that the person who was hiding in the basement in the early stage of foundation building was the city lord who faked his death as mentioned by the waiter, but he did not find out whether it was true or not.
Yang Yu wandered the streets every day and found that the atmosphere in the city was gradually changing. Groups of soldiers frequently appeared on the streets, the city gates were often closed, and free entry and exit were no longer allowed. Grain prices rose, and some merchants began to close their shops and leave the city with their families.
The city, which was once a harmonious and bustling one, had fewer and fewer people on the streets. Even people who didn't care about what was happening in the city realized something after discovering these conditions. They began to stay at home and were unwilling to go out. When they went out, they only went to buy some daily necessities.
Many vendors were unable to sell their goods, and there was no point in hoarding the goods they had, so they sold them at low prices, made back their investment, and then found a way to leave the city.
During this period, many people tried to bribe the soldiers at the city gates in order to escape from the city at the critical moment.
But it is not so easy to bribe them at this moment. It requires a lot of money. Except for those wealthy businessmen, ordinary people simply do not have the money to bribe the soldiers at the city gates.
People from the outside villages who came to sell things didn't know what was happening in the city. They just felt that there were fewer and fewer people on the streets and no one was buying things. Seeing one familiar shop after another in the city closing down, they realized that it was not appropriate to come to the city during this period. They returned to the village that day and told the villagers the news.
Fewer and fewer people came to the city, and the inn lost its business.
The innkeeper wanted to close the shop and leave, but Yang Yu still lived here and was generous, so the owner just stayed here every day and asked the waiter to serve Yang Yu well. He took out all the delicious food and drinks in the inn, told Yang Yu about things in the city every day, and occasionally heard some news that Yang Yu didn't know yet.
"Master, something seems to be really wrong right now. I saw the soldiers from the second and third masters' families heading towards the first master's direction, holding weapons and looking aggressive, as if they were going to fight."
The waiter ran into the store in a panic. The boss was sitting at the counter. When he heard the news, he immediately asked the waiter to close the door and find something to cover the gap.
"Old Ye, should we run away? It's not a good idea to stay here now. Let's come back after these things are over. Keeping our lives is the most important thing."
After the waiter closed the door, his hands were shaking. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the stool tremblingly.
"Why are you in such a hurry? You are making a fuss out of nothing. Isn't there a gentleman living upstairs? Even if you really want to leave, you have to wait until the gentleman upstairs leaves first."
The boss smoked his pipe, took a deep puff, and began to puff out clouds of smoke.
"Master, that's not what you said two days ago. You said you were ready to leave at any time. Why do you want to stay here now?"
The waiter was a little confused, for he remembered that a few days ago his master had tried every means to bribe the guards at the city gate in order to leave.
"You know nothing. The man upstairs is the real master. You are just an ignorant brat."
The boss cursed and sat on the recliner. He didn't continue explaining. He took a deep breath, let the air slowly flow into his lungs, and finally exhaled, feeling extremely comfortable.
The waiter immediately came up to the boss, smiled flatteringly, and praised him a few times, which touched the boss' heart. Only then did the boss slowly prepare to tell him the reason.
145 The Real Immortal
The boss is over seventy years old, his hair has already turned gray, his eyes are a little cloudy, but he is still in good spirits.
He tapped his pipe, took a breath with his chest heaving, his wrinkled face twitched, and looked at the waiter squatting beside him with a curious look on his face, and took a puff of his cigarette.
"Do you know what a real immortal is?"
"Immortal? Is he the person who is hiding in the master's house and no one can see him?"
The waiter and the boss have known each other for many years. Not long after the waiter became sensible, he went to the boss's house as a servant and has been working there for more than 20 years. Their relationship is not as close as that of father and son, but it's almost the same. The waiter's secrets are not secrets at all to the boss.
"That thing is not an immortal. The real immortal is in a place farther away, deeper, and we can never see it."
The boss recalled the past, holding a big pipe in his hand, knocked on the table, took a puff of smoke, snuff came out, and took a heavy breath.
"Master, what does this have to do with the master above us?"
"Relationship? You think it doesn't matter, would he come here?"
"what?"
The waiter seemed a little confused when hearing this.
"You are too young and have seen too little. But it's better to see less, so you don't get tired."
The boss laughed bitterly a few times, then coughed a few times as the smoke entered his lungs.
"Master, is there anything between us that cannot be discussed? Please don't keep me in suspense. I am very curious."
The waiter understood the boss's feelings very well, and got two jugs of fine wine from behind the counter and brought them to the boss.
"You really understand me, so I'll tell you the truth. The two above are immortal monks, and you should understand that."
The boss happily poured a pot of wine, smoked opium and drank the wine, and all the wrinkles on his face relaxed so comfortably.
"Of course. The luxurious clothes those two are wearing are so luxurious that I think there are only two of them in the entire Qingtian City. Only immortals and monks can afford them. I can tell that."
"Then have you ever thought about where these two immortal monks came from? And why did they come here?"
"Well... after that gentleman came, I didn't quite understand some of the city's rules. People in the nearby villages also know the city's rules. He must have come from quite far away, at least 70 or 80 miles away, or even farther."
The waiter thought about it carefully. Over the years, countless people had come and gone in the inn. He had seen a lot and understood a lot. He could basically tell at a glance what was good stuff and what was bad stuff. He basically knew all the villages around that could reach the Qingtian city. Those he had never seen must have come from farther away.
"Not only that, but it also comes from farther away, from a place we don't even know. Can you imagine that the rings in their hands can open a place where something is stored?"
"Ah? What do you mean, Master?"
"You haven't seen it, so I don't know how to describe it to you. Several decades ago, I met a fairy monk. He said he came from a very far place and came here to find a mysterious entrance."
The boss stopped smoking opium, his fingers trembling on the table, his body trembling slightly, his cloudy eyes looking in an unknown direction.
"He showed me how he took out hundreds of tons of gold from the ring in his hand, and then with a chop, he cut off an entire mountain. Countless rocks rolled down from the mountain. The sky was dark, and the earth was shaking, as if the world was about to be destroyed... The mountain was gone just like that. I still remember it clearly... He said he came from the outside world and was here to find immortals... Who do you think is more powerful, that kind of person or the immortals and monks here?"
The boss sneered, "What immortal monk? I've never seen anyone fly. Can you call him an immortal monk?"
The waiter was stunned when he heard this. He could not imagine what it would be like to see a mountain being split in half in front of him.
"Okay, serve the master above well. He is the real immortal cultivator. The others are just frauds."
The boss leaned back in the recliner again, closed his eyes and started smoking opium. The black and yellow pipe had been smoked for who knows how many years, but it was getting yellower and yellower.
The waiter sat on the ground, looking a little dazed, his mind unable to wrap around for a long time.
If real immortal monks are so powerful, then what should real immortals be like?
Is the one in the master’s house an immortal?
The waiter shuddered and felt a mixture of fear and respect for Yang Yu.
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upstairs.
Yang Yu leaned in Wu Bai's arms, enjoying the gentle service, with a smile on his lips.
The owner of this inn is quite lucky. Unexpectedly, he met a monk who came in from outside decades ago.
Most likely, the boss saw Wu Bai using the storage ring and knew their identities, which is why he was able to sit in the store and smoke opium peacefully.
"Master, the city seems to be a bit restless these days. There are always some noisy noises."
Wu Bai gently massaged with her white hands, whispering, "Should we do something?"
"No hurry. I have asked the waiter to send a dose of medicine to the master. If he knows, he will contact me."
Yang Yu closed his eyes and enjoyed himself comfortably.
Finding the key is neither difficult nor easy.
Because the key is not hidden here, but comes here from outside, just like the buying and selling of goods, and circulates into the city.
If you really want to find the key, you just need to turn the entire city upside down, and you will definitely find the key.
However, no one knows what secrets are hidden in this city, what the so-called immortal in the master's house is like, and whether the world will allow him to turn the city upside down to find something.
The best way is to choose one and join as a partner.
suddenly.
The door of the inn was banged on repeatedly. Before the waiter could open the door, it was violently opened by the intruder.
Dozens of soldiers dressed in official uniforms, with swords on their waists and fleshy faces, walked in.