Lord Sword Immortal will not be defeated

Chapter 13 Sword Art
Elder Qing Chi really chose to walk.

Wang Li even felt that he most likely did it on purpose.

After all, even Jingyuan can pull out a flying boat, so it is impossible that Elder Qingchi, one of the top ten eminent monks and guarding the Sutra Pavilion, does not have similar treasures.

Although, Wang Li has now determined that he is not a "high monk" in the traditional sense.

Whether it was the matter of the Sutra Pavilion at that time, or the several contacts with Elder Qingchi later, he was aware of the difference in this old monk.

He is not in the same style as other eminent monks at all.

even……

Some are not like monks.

At dusk, by the creek.

Qing Chi was holding a piece of pheasant leg that was grilled until it was golden yellow and oily. Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he ate it more deliciously than the king carp opposite.

Wang Li was holding half of the pheasant, his hands were greasy, and he kept chewing, feeling a little moved.

During his one-month life in Bailong Temple, he had never seen any meat.

And his body didn't allow him to go hunting without permission, and he didn't have these thoughts at that time, he just wanted to recover his health as soon as possible.

The vegetarian dishes in Bailong Temple taste good, and Master Jingyuan's craftsmanship is not bad, but no matter how good the vegetarian dishes are, they are not as satisfying as real meat.

Humans evolved to the top of the food chain, not because of being a vegetarian, let alone for the sake of being a vegetarian.

He can understand this sentence very well now.

Seeing that Qing Chi threw away the bone, he changed hands and tore off another chicken leg.

Qing Chi said: "That's enough, you can eat by yourself. People are old and don't have much appetite. Besides, the poor monk doesn't need to eat at all."

Then you still eat so deliciously?

Wang Li nodded and continued eating on his own.

Bigu should be regarded as a unique advantage derived from the road of practice, but it is definitely not something that can be achieved by body forging.

After he finished eating, he got up and went to the stream to wash his hands. When he came back, Qing Chi greeted him with a smile, and the two sat side by side by the campfire.

The burning wood crackled from time to time, and little sparks jumped along with it.

Qing Chi looked at Wang Li again with deep eyes, and finally smiled lightly.

"When I went out, the abbot elder brother said, I really should send you back. After all, your talent is no secret in Bailong Temple, and it may have been spread to outsiders, so I should protect you. The elder brother also suggested that I , can just use the time on the way to send you home to continue to observe you, and even design some levels to test you."

Hearing this, Wang Li forced a helpless smile on his face.

"Master, this disciple really doesn't want to become a monk, at least not now..." After a pause, he said: "If this disciple really wants to escape into Buddhism in the future, then Bailong Temple will definitely be his first choice, even The only option."

This is already the biggest guarantee and concession that Wang Li can make.

He is sure that he will never become a monk in the future, but this does not affect his side to express his favor for Bailong Temple.

However, after listening to his words, Qing Chi slapped his legs and laughed out loud, the sound startled the birds fluttering in the mountains and forests on both sides.

"Hahaha, you are quite good at talking, but the poor monk likes it! At least you are grateful to Bailong Temple, and you are not the kind of person who doesn't know how to adapt." When the words fell, Qingchi's laughter also stopped suddenly.

Looking at his face again, he suddenly became solemn and even a little serious.

"Wang carp."

Being called by his name directly, Wang Li was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded: "The disciple is here."

"Well, poor monk... I know that you are determined not to become a monk. Bailong Temple didn't force me, so I won't make it difficult for you. However, your talent is obvious to all. Since Bailong Temple is not suitable for you, then I have a job that belongs to me." I wonder if you are interested in your own inheritance?"

Wang Li blinked, not knowing what he meant by that.

And Qingchi didn't directly say his plan, but talked about himself.

The burning bonfire was reflected in his pupils, and in the dancing flames, scenes of memories seemed to flash.

"Decades ago, I hadn't become a monk. At that time, I was just an ordinary mortal. My life was to go up the mountain to collect firewood every day, and then pick it up to sell in the city. I caught a few fish occasionally, and I could exchange more I have a few pennies, but I don’t dare to spend them recklessly, I must save them carefully.”

"At that time, my mother was seriously ill, and she wouldn't let me hire a doctor for him. Every time she quietly brought the doctor back, she would beat him out, even if she invited her while she was asleep, as soon as she got a pulse, she She woke up immediately. After that, she wrapped her wrists tightly every day. After going back and forth like this, no doctor is willing to come to the door."

"But I don't want to see her lose weight day by day, so I asked someone to prescribe medicine according to her symptoms. But she didn't want to take the medicine. Even if I knelt on the ground and begged her, even if I didn't drink it, I had already paid for the medicine. It can't be wasted, can it?"

"But she didn't pay attention to me, and as soon as I knelt down, she knelt down for me..."

"I have no choice but to use the money I spent on medicine to buy some supplements. But supplements are much more expensive than serious medicines. My mother also gradually found out that something was wrong. I don’t want to eat anything I know.”

"I still want to give her tonic in another way, but...she doesn't have much time."

When Qing Chi said this, he suddenly stopped.

No sobs, no red eyes.

But Wang Li could still clearly feel his sadness, it was an emotion that could hardly be restrained from overflowing from every pore in his body.

Wang Li didn't ask in a hurry, and didn't even look at the other party, but just watched the bright bonfire at night with the other party.

"That day... I forgot the specific situation. I just remember that I just finished collecting two bundles of firewood and went down the mountain. I met that person halfway up the mountain. I found out later that he had been observing me for a while. Go find me."

"As soon as he met, he asked me if I would like to worship him as a teacher. I was stunned for a moment, only thinking that he was an old gentleman who happened to pass by, and he left without saying a few words. After all, I was still busy at that time. Sell ​​firewood."

"When I got home at night, I found that he was actually in my house, and my old lady, who was unwilling or unable to eat for several days, was eating a piece of meat pie with a smile at that time. We had a great time."

"I was very pleasantly surprised at the time. After some communication, I found out that he cured my mother's illness with a pill, and my mother urged me to worship him as my teacher."

"The process of apprenticeship is very simple. I kowtow three times and offer a cup of tea. The tea is the wild tea I picked myself on the mountain. The taste... don't worry about it."

"He didn't let me go directly with him, but left a sum of money, told me to take good care of my mother, and said that he would come to find me again in the future. I just practiced in a daze according to what he left, while Live with my mother. During that time, it was really a good time that even gods can't buy!"

"After another three years or so, my mother passed away. However, this time it is considered to be the end of her life. I still remember that when she left, she held my hand and her face was full of smiles."

"The next day, he came."

"However, the path of cultivation I thought was not so smooth. He was wounded all over his body, and after passing on what he should pass on to me, he died."

At this point, he paused again.

After a long time, Qingchi went on to say: "After burying him, I slowly walked into the door of practice. Later, I also experienced many things. I met the previous abbot of Bailong Temple. He accepted me as an art investment teacher, and I became Monk Qingchi from Bailong Temple..." He glanced at Wang Li who was engrossed in listening, and suddenly laughed again.

"Hey, I haven't learned anything about the things that person passed to me, but looking back, the things are indeed good things. Maybe my aptitude and talent are still a little bit short. I have been guarding the White Dragon Temple all these years. He has almost truly reached the realm of no desire and no desire. The only thing he cares about in his heart is to continue this inheritance for him. It can't just be in my hands, right? You are a good boy, with enough talent and character, and good morals... I don’t think I’m a bad person now, so, are you interested? Oh wait, I haven’t said what kind of inheritance this is, have I?”

He suddenly glanced at the Qingshuang Sword that Wang Li had been carrying all along.

"That...is a sword formula, a very interesting and ancient sword formula."

(End of this chapter)