This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 217 A Documentary Short Film
That evening, after meeting Ge Ruiyuan and his wife and several of his other apprentices, Zhou Xianglin stayed temporarily at Renjitang Medical Clinic.

There were still a few empty rooms behind the clinic, but Zhou Xianglin insisted on sharing a room with Shen Qingyou, saying that they would chat for a long time, and this request was naturally not unreasonable.

As night fell and Xiangyang gradually quieted down, Zhou Xianglin and Shen Qingyou returned to their room to rest.

At this moment, Zhou Xianglin's image as an old man searching for relatives in his hometown suddenly reverted to that of a curious old child, rummaging through Shen Qingyou's things everywhere.

Looking at the medicine box and the needle case, they found a lot of strange things.

"You're really studying medicine here? I didn't realize these were acupuncture supplies. And there's a sewing kit here too. You know how to mend clothes now?"

Looking at Zhou Xianglin's current state, Shen Qingyou had to admit defeat and sat down on the bunk to make up the bedding for him.

"Director Zhou, thank you so much this time. With you here, my master and mistress are much more at ease. Otherwise, if I had spoken to them, they might have started to overthink things."

"Sigh, I understand. Old people are all like that, especially since they still treat you like a son. Just now, when we were talking privately, they said they were planning to find you a wife!"

Shen Qingyou almost choked on his own saliva when he heard this. He didn't even know about this. It's clear that Director Zhou is very good at building relationships.

"Hey, Director Zhou, don't use those silver needles, they're very expensive!"

"what?"

Zhou Xianglin looked at the bag of needles he had untied and messed up, while Shen Qingyou couldn't help but come over to tidy it up.

"Gold and silver are very valuable in this era and are not usually used as currency. Moreover, the purity of the refined gold and silver is not good. This bag of silver needles is a family heirloom of my master. It is rare to find one of this quality!"

"Oh, I see. Let me tell you, when you get back, find a skilled craftsman. By the way, find the expert from the Hidden Immortal Valley Divine Craft Workshop to make you a set of silver needles. I guarantee they'll be ten times better than this. Then bring them back to your master as a token of your filial piety. He'll definitely love them!"

"That's right!" Shen Qingyou's eyes lit up. Ancient craftsmanship was limited, but after returning to the future, she could put in the effort to prepare some special gifts for her master and mistress!
"Sigh, the Hidden Immortal Valley Divine Craft Workshop?"

"Oh, you didn't know? Hidden Immortal Valley is a place where immortals live in seclusion. No rush, we'll talk about that later. Alright, let's talk about the play, shall we?"

Shen Qingyou smiled. Compared to him in the past, Director Zhou was the one who truly devoted his heart and soul to the film and television art career.

"Are you still thinking about filming?"

"Nonsense! Otherwise, why would I come looking for you? I know you often go out at night, so take me with you tonight!"

Shen Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and her expression immediately became serious.

"Director Zhou, do you know what I'm doing outside?"

Given that Zhou Xianglin knew so much beforehand, Shen Qingyou felt that he should also know what would happen after they went out that night.

Sure enough, Zhou Xianglin nodded.

"I know, I came here to eliminate some evil spirits. I even brought my weapons, but they're not with me. Don't worry, someone will look after me."

Shen Qingyou nodded slightly. Since Zhou Xianglin was able to appear here and knew so much, he had no reason to doubt what the other party was saying.

"Okay, but it might not be available tonight. Anyway, you should rest first, otherwise you might not be able to get up later!"

"Okay, I'll follow the professional's instructions!"

Although Zhou Xianglin was very excited, he was also very obedient at this moment, and after tidying up for a while, he almost fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

This surprised Shen Qingyou, who was standing on the side of the earthen bed. After thinking about it, she seemed to understand. The reason why some workaholics can maintain their high energy is closely related to their sleep quality.

As night deepened, Shen Qingyou lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Although she was resting, she was not asleep. She could even faintly hear some noises from the distant streets.

Although most people had already gone to bed, there were still many places in Xiangyang that remained awake all night, with some laughter and playful noises.

"Dingling~"

A small brass bell by the window jingled slightly, making a very faint sound.

At this moment, Shen Qingyou opened his eyes and looked out the window. He was now somewhere between martial arts and immortal cultivation, possessing some special sensory abilities and the ability to use artifacts similar to magic tools.

This little bell was given to me by Wuming. It is essentially just a small magical artifact. When the bell rings, it means that evil spirits have passed through the corresponding places.

Shen Qingyou immediately got up, hesitated for a moment, and then shook Zhou Xianglin awake.

"Director Zhou, Director Zhou, wake up!"

Zhou Xianglin rubbed his eyes, then seemed to realize something and suddenly came to his senses.

"Are we about to set off?"

"Yes, please put on some clothes, it's not warm outside!"

"Good good!"

The two tidied up the house and then went out together. Zhou Xianglin, being an ordinary person, could not possibly keep up with Shen Qingyou, so she carried him on her back and used her lightness skill to leap across rooftops and walls in Xiangyang City.

Zhou Xianglin was extremely excited. This experience was completely different from directly riding the clouds with the immortal cultivators, or perhaps it was even more thrilling.

"No, no, start from here, start from here!"

Zhou Xianglin suddenly started making a fuss. Shen Qingyou frowned and put him down on a rooftop, wondering what this old child was up to.

"Director Zhou, we're not going there for fun!"

“I know!” Zhou Xianglin grabbed Shen Qingyou’s arm and looked around on the roof.

"Hey, are you there? Let's start from here, it's such a shame to miss this part!"

Just as Shen Qingyou frowned, a figure holding an umbrella suddenly appeared out of nowhere beside them.

"Shall we begin here?"

The nameless voice was calm, but it startled both of them. Zhou Xianglin immediately showed excitement.

"Yes, yes, yes, it all started with his ability to scale walls and rooftops!"

Wuming nodded slightly, reached out and hooked Zhou Xianglin's feet off the ground, and floated from beside Shen Qingyou to under his umbrella. Then, the former took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Zhou Xianglin.

Shen Qingyou was stunned. Was that a camera?
Moreover, the camera was quite large, and Shen Qingyou doubted whether Zhou Xianglin could carry it, while the latter was quickly fiddling with the camera.

"Well, this is nice, but I still prefer using film."

Wuming stared blankly at Zhou Xianglin, then looked at Shen Qingyou, who was staring blankly to the side.

"You can handle things on your own; there's no need to worry about this person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming disappeared from Shen Qingyou's sight, along with Zhou Xianglin, who was fiddling with a camera under the umbrella.

Shen Qingyou subconsciously looked around. Although she was used to the nameless senior's elusive appearances, today was clearly very unusual.

"Dingling~"

The small copper bell rang again, quickly drawing Shen Qingyou's attention back. He stopped thinking about it and moved forward quickly again. Without Zhou Xianglin as a burden, his movements were more agile, swift, and graceful.

There were also experts in Xiangyang City, but Shen Qingyou's martial arts skills were clearly beyond those of ordinary people. In addition, she avoided some special places and quickly left the city. Once outside, she ran wildly, always holding a knife at her waist with her left hand.

This knife was left over from when he joined the army. It wasn't a good knife, but it was invincible in Shen Qingyou's hands.

Outside Shen Qingyou's sight, Zhou Xianglin and the camera stand were carried by a gentle breeze, moving at high speed with Wuming and changing to various suitable angles according to his requirements, which was even more convenient than the preset camera positions.

Zhou Xianglin recorded Shen Qingyou's state while traveling, as well as the glimpse of Xiangyang City's decadent and extravagant atmosphere at night.

Until Shen Qingyou arrived at her destination, a mass grave, the evil spirits that appeared were the same type of evil creatures that Shen Qingyou had dealt with the most, belonging to the category of evil corpses and ghosts.

This was already a piece of cake for Shen Qingyou; she could handle it without batting an eye.

But for Zhou Xianglin, who was seeing it for the first time, it was terrifying just to look at. The horrifying jumping corpses, the wandering ghosts, and the evil spirits that suddenly appeared made him feel like his heart was about to stop several times.

In stark contrast to these terrifying creatures was Shen Qingyou's ever-calm and composed face; her sword strikes were always accurate, and she remained unmoved no matter how her opponent transformed.

There was clearly a rather troublesome evil spirit present tonight, but it was only troublesome. After chasing it for half the night, we finally caught up with it in the mountains.

"Young master, please spare me! I'm just an innocent woman, why are you torturing me like this?"

In front of a tombstone in the mountains, a delicate woman knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes, retreating as Shen Qingyou approached.

"Son."

"Shu~"

With a flash of light, Shen Qingyou beheaded her without even listening to what she said. Zhou Xianglin, who was filming the scene, was startled by the sight.

"Humph!"

Shen Qingyou snorted coldly. Looking at the ground again, the delicate woman had turned into a half-rotten corpse, emitting a foul stench. But strangely, apart from the rotting of her chest, the woman's hands, feet, and other flesh were no different from those of an ordinary person.

Corpse demons are very evil creatures. Shen Qingyou had suffered greatly from them before, so he wouldn't be easily fooled again. However, seeing the situation before him, his expression became more serious, and then he looked at the tomb on the side.

The grave clearly belonged to the corpse demon. He then swept the grave mound a few times with his knife, and then slammed his palm down, instantly smashing most of the grave mound apart and revealing the hollow interior of the tomb.

Zhou Xianglin's camera was positioned above, and as he used the moonlight to see the interior clearly, he almost couldn't help but vomit.

The space inside the tomb was quite large, containing many corpses, more than a dozen in total, all crammed inside. Their flesh was withered and their deaths were gruesome, and there was even a scene of a mother and child embracing each other.

Even Zhou Xianglin could tell that these people were probably still alive when they entered this tomb. How terrifying must that be!

Shen Qingyou appeared expressionless, but the veins on her hand holding the knife bulged, and her body trembled slightly. All of these body language messages were recorded by Zhou Xianglin.

"Senior, this thing almost became a force to be reckoned with, didn't it?"

Shen Qingyou asked a question, and the nameless figure appeared out of nowhere beside the tomb, still dressed in green, with his long hair flowing as he held an umbrella to cover his face.

"If its physical body is fully restored, it will be very troublesome at night if it manages to escape the calamity. If it can truly withstand the lightning tribulation, it will be like a demon cultivator transforming into human form, and it will have truly become a force to be reckoned with!"

Shen Qingyou sighed softly.

"I didn't expect to have overlooked it near Xiangyang."

"Where the world is in chaos, demons and monsters will surely appear. In this world, evil spirits run rampant. This fiend came from the northwest and was cautious for several days, only to be discovered tonight. No wonder you were caught."

As he spoke, Wuming had already finished his calculations. There were too many minor demons and evil spirits like this. Even though he frequently appeared in Xiangyang City, he couldn't know them all, let alone Shen Qingyou.

Zhou Xianglin continued filming until he finally pressed the stop button. Although he was happy with the filming, he couldn't laugh when he saw the corpses.

(End of this chapter)