The middle-aged man looked like Zhong Kui. He had a messy beard and carried a long sword on his back. The first impression he gave was that he was unkempt. He did not have any special temperament, but he had the carefree temperament of a Jianghu person.
Mu Qingxiao was still sitting cross-legged on the wooden board, as if he did not notice the visitor. He was calm and composed like an old monk in meditation. Not a trace of aura leaked from his body.
"Young people these days really don't cherish their lives. They don't want to stay in the town's inn, but they want to stay in this ghost's den."
Mu Qingxiao was dressed in white and had a jade ornament on his waist. His face was like jade, and he looked radiant. He did not look like an ordinary person at all. Instead, he looked like a young master of an aristocratic family.
His clothes were expensive, and he did not look like he was poor. Why would he stay in such a place? Did he have a special fetish?
In his eyes, all the young masters of aristocratic families were arrogant and domineering. Why would they be willing to stay in such a dirty and gloomy place?
He shook his head slightly and closed the door of the monk's house. He found a clean place to sit cross-legged and put the long sword and bag on his back to the side.
He took out a few pancakes and a pot of wine and wolfed them down.
After a while, the middle-aged man saw that Mu Qingxiao was still like a rock. He could not help but ask, "Little brother, I'm Yan Chixia. May I know your name?"
Mu Qingxiao raised his eyebrows and gradually opened his eyes. He glanced at Yan Chixia.
"Could it be that your master didn't tell you that it's very impolite to disturb others when they're cultivating?"
When their eyes met, Yan Chixia trembled and quickly looked away. He covered his eyes with both hands, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently.
The moment their eyes met, he felt as if his eyes had been stabbed by a sharp sword. It was so painful that tears almost came out.
Although his eyes were stinging, it was not enough to make him cry out. However, a storm had already set off in his heart.
Originally, he thought that the latter was just an arrogant young master of an aristocratic family. He did not expect that he had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai.
The young man in front of him was not a young master of an aristocratic family. His cultivation was simply terrifying. The difference between the two of them was obvious just by looking at him.
"Senior, thank you for showing mercy. I am Yan Chixia. I did not know that you were here. I have offended you."
Recovering from his shock, Yan Chixia hurried to apologize. The young man in front of him had restrained his aura perfectly. Every movement of his seemed to reveal some kind of artistic conception. Perhaps, even his teacher was not as good as him.
What's more, he was indeed in the wrong. He had barged into the monk's residence without asking and had been drinking and eating by himself.
He was also a cultivator, so he knew very well how idiotic his actions were. It was absolutely taboo for a cultivator to be disturbed during their cultivation.
If it was light, he would go berserk. If it was serious, he would die!
Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao waved his hand and said calmly, "There's no need to apologize. There's a monk's residence across the street. You can go next door."
"Yes, I will take my leave first."
Yan Chixia respectfully picked up the package and the long sword, then left the monk's residence and closed the door. Yan Chixia was still in a daze.
He had been cultivating for a long time, so he naturally knew that there was always someone better than him.
Not only were there mountain spirits and ghosts in the world, but there were also extremely powerful cultivators, and his master was one of them.
However, the young man in the monk's residence gave him an extremely terrifying feeling.
He could not see any clues at all. He looked like an ordinary person, but just a glance was enough to hurt his eyes. Such terrifying strength was simply unbelievable.
What happened just now taught him a lesson. Never judge a book by its cover.
A seemingly ordinary young man could be a demon, a ghost, or even a powerful cultivator who had a technique to retain his looks.
Seeing the closed door of the monk's residence, Mu Qingxiao casually waved his hand. The everlasting lamps on the four walls strangely lit up, illuminating the entire monk's residence.
Looking at the tightly shut wooden door, Mu Qingxiao closed his eyes and instantly entered a state of cultivation.
Yan Chixia's arrival was meaningless to him.
To a weak scholar like Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia was a good bodyguard. However, to him, Yan Chixia was worse than an ant.
Trying to build a relationship with him was simply an international joke. Was a cultivator at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment worth him trying to build a relationship with him?
As for befriending him, he did not have the time to waste on such things. He might as well use it to refine Fen Ji and Yuheng.
This way, his strength would increase much faster.
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Late at night, the bright moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and darkness covered the earth.
Outside Lanruo Temple, a chilly wind blew, and the branches and weeds rustled. Immediately, a pair of white hands pushed aside the bushes and came to the door of Lanruo Temple.
The person who came was a young man in a white robe. He carried a book on his back and wore a Confucian headband on his head. His face was delicate, and he looked like a weak scholar.
The young scholar looked at Lanruo Temple, which was covered in dust and cobwebs, and felt a chill in his heart.
However, when he saw that there were lights in both of the monk's residences, his eyes lit up. Clearly, there were people living here. Delighted, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and walked forward with his book on his back.
"Knock knock …"
In the gloomy night, there was a loud knock on the door. The wooden door of the monk's residence opened, and a middle-aged man with a messy beard came into view. He looked ferocious and gave the young man a fright.
"I'm Ning Caichen. I'm looking for a place to stay. I wonder if it's convenient here?"
Glancing at Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia curled his lips disdainfully and said, "Boy, do you want to die? How dare you come to this ghost's den?"
Although he misjudged him, he did not believe that the delicate scholar in front of him was a senior master. Therefore, he did not give him a good look.
"Ghost's den? There are no ghosts in this world. It's all made up by you people. "
Ning Caichen curled his lips disdainfully and was about to go to the monk's residence next door. However, he was stopped by Yan Chixia.
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
Hearing this, Ning Caichen said, "You don't want me to stay here, but you can't drive me away. Can't I go to another monk's residence?"
"Wait … This monk's residence is big enough. You can stay here. Don't go next door. Do you understand?"
Ning Caichen glanced at Yan Chixia in a strange way and then glanced at the monk's residence next door. He nodded slightly and walked into the monk's residence in front of him. However, he said, "Strange."
Ignoring Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia took off the long sword on his back and looked at the dark forest. He looked back at the monk's residence and slowly walked into it.
It was not that he wanted to stop Ning Caichen, but he had to.
The senior master in the monk's residence had been disturbed once. If he disturbed him again, he would be angry.
He just did not want to be implicated by an ignorant boy like Ning Caichen.
The night was getting dark and the gloomy wind was howling. The dilapidated temple was still standing. Yan Chixia held the long sword and disappeared at the end of people's sight.
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