Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

He calmed himself down and prepared to lift his stiff leg and step back.

At this moment, Zhuang Xing arrived.

"Master Wu, wait! Don't make a move!" Zhuang Xing shouted hurriedly.

He was unaware of the background and only saw the tense atmosphere between the two sides.

The scene looked as if Master Wu was standing in front of everyone.

He didn't expect Master Wu to be so calm, having the leisure to smoke a pipe at a time like this.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a seasoned master who had spent many years on the mountain, showing no fear even when facing Yinglong's two descendants.

Although Zhuang Xing already knew that Master Wu was highly skilled, seeing this scene made him feel even more that Master Wu was hiding his true abilities. Even the old Taoist was standing behind him, and it seemed that everything was under the master's control.

You see, all the other disciples had drawn their swords, and the old Taoist priest had gripped his whisk, ready for battle, but Master Wu didn't have a single weapon on him, only an old pipe.

That demeanor is so masterful.

Zhuang Xing was afraid that Master Wu would start to subdue the demon at any moment, so he quickly spoke up to stop him.

Master Wu simply glanced back at him silently, took a deep drag of his tobacco, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"What brings you here, kid?" he asked with a serious expression.

Zhuang Xing said, "These two seniors are my old friends, and they are by no means evil demons. I heard that the elders and fellow disciples in the temple had a conflict with the two seniors, so I rushed over here."

"Zhuang Xing, are they here to see you?" the old Taoist priest asked.

“Master, didn’t I say that back then?” Zhuang Xing said, “Have you forgotten?”

"You said it, when did you say it?" The old Taoist vaguely remembered.

"It happened after I came back last year," the old Taoist priest Zhuang Xingbang recalled.

The old Taoist's brows relaxed. He remembered that Zhuang Xing had indeed said that, which explained the sense of familiarity he felt.

The boy and girl, the boy calls the girl "Qing" and the girl calls the boy "Bai," aren't these the two attendants under Yinglong's throne?

He remembered Zhuang Xing saying that the two men had protrusions on their foreheads that resembled dragon horns about to grow, and two long tails that were white and blue behind them. He remembered these two features most clearly.

I'm getting old; I didn't even connect them for a moment.

"So, Mr. Bai said he smelled your scent and was hungry, could it be...?"

"They must want to try my cooking," Zhuang Xing explained.

The old Taoist priest recalled something else: Mr. Bai seemed to enjoy all kinds of flavors and liked cooked food.

He immediately realized it was a misunderstanding, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt much more at ease: "Put your swords away."

The disciples present looked at each other, not understanding what had happened. However, the old Taoist was of high rank and great power and was highly respected by the disciples. Since their master had spoken, they had doubts, but they still put away their swords.

Zhuang Xing breathed a sigh of relief and went forward to greet Qingbai.

"Mr. Bai, Senior Qing, it was my fault for not being hospitable enough, and there was a misunderstanding. Please don't take offense," Zhuang Xing said.

"It's alright, it's alright." Bai waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned about this little incident. "Young brother, we've been traveling for many days to find your Taoist temple. If we hadn't smelled your scent, we would have thought we'd come to the wrong place. But now that we've found it, you have to keep your word and treat me well."

“That’s natural,” Zhuang Xing said.

While he was talking to Bai, Qing had already found Yan Huai'an and ran to his side.

The two people, one tall and one short, faced each other, looking at each other.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Huai'an asked.

"Nothing much, just came out for a walk," Qing said.

“Oh,” Yan Huai’an replied.

Zhuang Xing glanced at him, still somewhat puzzled as to why no one had informed him, and asked, "Why did you two come straight up the mountain? Didn't you tell the inn at the foot of the mountain?"

"Inn? What inn?" Bai scratched his head.

Okay, Zhuang Xing understands now. They never went to the inn at all, and most likely forgot what he said.

"It's nothing. Now that we've picked you two up, there's no need to mention the inn," Zhuang Xing said.

The misunderstanding has been cleared up, and we've received the guests. There's no need to bring up these pointless things again.

Bringing it up again would sound like blaming him. It's his fault for not thinking things through; he should have made some more arrangements. Please ask the people in the temple to take a look as well.

“Master, this is just a misunderstanding. May I take the guests back first?” Zhuang Xing turned to the old Taoist and said.

"Go ahead," the old Taoist priest nodded.

Knowing the origins of the visitors, the old Taoist priest was relieved. These were not only guests of Zhuangxing, but also old friends of Miss Yan. Logically and emotionally, Xuanqing Temple had no reason to oppose them.

Moreover, these two are highly skilled cultivators and are descendants of the legendary water god Yinglong. If they can befriend them, it will only benefit Xuanqing Temple.

Let Zhuang Xing take the guests back first, and then he can visit them in a few days to resolve the misunderstanding and conflict properly.

So Zhuang Xing took Qing and Bai away from the temple gate. As he left, he glanced back at Master Wu. The old master was leaning against a red pillar, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. There seemed to be some regret on his face. Zhuang Xing thought, "It's true that the higher you climb, the colder it gets. The strong are just too easily lonely."

Chapter 308 Grain Reserves

Da Chun woke up from his sleep, his head still groggy. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Master Wu, who had a stubble beard and looked a bit weathered.

He met Master Wu. After becoming a disciple of Qing Sui, Zhuang Xing took him to visit the mountain market. At that time, he used the money he earned from his first demon-slaying to buy a pre-forged sword at the Sword Forging Hall. It was through Zhuang Xing's introduction that he met this master with profound skills.

Da Chun was dazed. Wasn't he supposed to be guarding the door? How did he end up lying down in the corridor?

Oh right, someone broke in!

He immediately sprang to his feet, looked around, and shouted, "No unauthorized personnel allowed!"

"Stop shouting, they're all gone," Master Wu, who was leaning against the red pillar next to him, interrupted him.

"The person is gone?" Da Chun was a little confused.

“If you’re awake, go back to guard the gate. If you don’t want to go, you can go back to your room to rest. Someone is covering for you,” Master Wu said. “But you should be fine. You were just put to sleep by a pressure point.”

Da Chun took a while to react, scratching his head and cheeks.

"Didn't someone break in?"

"You've got it wrong."

"Okay, then I'll go back and guard the door."

"Take care," said Mr. Wu.

As Da Chun recalled, he walked towards the gate. He remembered that two children had passed through his gate.

Is he dreaming?

maybe.

He never fussed over trivial matters, and as if everything was fine, he returned to his post and continued to perform his duties faithfully.

After Da Chun left, one of the experienced craftsmen finally left the pillar and took several shaky steps before he could walk more smoothly.

After resting for so long, I can finally catch my breath.

...

Meanwhile, Zhuang Xing had already taken the guests back to his home.

"What are we going to eat later?" Bai asked.

"Mr. Bai and Senior Qing's arrival was so sudden that we were unable to prepare any good dishes," Zhuang Xing said. "If we want to eat meat today, we'll probably have to go to the chicken farm on the mountain to catch a few chickens. We'll be able to prepare more dishes for you two tomorrow."

"The chicken is good, I like chicken." Bai licked his lips. "I remember there used to be a guy who made really good chicken soup, but our ancestors sent him away, and I haven't had such good chicken soup since."

"Then let's make a pot of chicken soup today," Zhuang Xing said with a smile.

He invited the two to sit down inside, and the red panda was used to having guests in his home.

But after Bai entered the house, he stared intently at the panda.

"Brother Zhuang, how does this red panda taste?" Bai asked.

These words startled the little pandas, causing their fur to stand on end, and they hid behind Zhuang Xing.

Zhuang Xing was shocked and quickly explained, "Mr. Bai, these red pandas are not domesticated livestock. They have developed intelligence and have lived with me for many years. They are my family. Please don't say such things."

"Is that so..." Bai said with a regretful look, "I thought they were your food reserves since you've fattened them up so much."

“Why don’t you come out with me, Mr. Bai? There’s a chicken farm at Xuanqing Temple. You can pick out a few fat chickens and I’ll cook them as soon as I get back,” Zhuang Xing said.

He was genuinely worried that Mr. Bai was hungry, so he held the red panda in his hand, eyeing it menacingly.

He glanced back at the pandas gathered around his feet. Although he didn't speak, the pandas understood what he meant.

I told you not to lose weight properly, now you know the harm of gaining fat.

The pandas trembled and looked at the dusty bamboo wheel by the wall, thinking that they should exercise more in the future.

"Qing, do you want to come along?" Bai looked at the girl.

"I'm not going," Qing replied casually.

Unlike Bai, she wasn't particularly interested in food. She simply looked around the room, observing where Yan Huai'an had lived after leaving the snow-capped mountains.

She hadn't originally planned to come out of the mountains, but Bai asked her, "Don't you want to know how she's doing out there?"

She thought about it for a moment, then followed them out.

I always thought Yan Huai'an would eventually return to the snow-capped mountains, it was just that the intervals between visits varied, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter.

Qing felt that no matter where Yan Huai'an went, he was always in her grasp and could not escape.

It's like when that child couldn't speak or walk, the only thing she could do was express her dissatisfaction by crying when she was upset.

Qing often squatted down next to her and poked her little face with her finger. Sometimes she would deliberately wait until she was tired from crying and her tears had dried up before taking her to drink goat milk.

She used to think human children were annoying, that they were no help and only caused trouble, but now that she thinks about it, they don't seem so annoying after all.

After Yan Huai'an said she wanted to leave, Qingcai finally understood that she might never come back, perhaps not even until she died of old age.

For Qing, this year was just a fleeting moment, but she suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, so she followed Bai out of the mountain gate and came to the outside world.

She wasn't particularly interested in the outside world; she just wanted to see how Yan Huai'an was doing.

"Senior Qing, please have a cup of hot tea and rest your feet in this room." Zhuang Xing brought over the brewed flower tea and invited Qing to sit down. He also brought over a plate with some dried fish and pastries. "If you are hungry, please have these snacks to tide you over. These five pandas are just low-level spirits, so please be magnanimous and don't hold it against them."