Chapter 50: Lonely Old Man Feng Qingyang ( words, two in one~)

Shi Potian was having so much fun that he felt that the training ground was too small, so he simply jumped out of the yard and landed on a treetop outside.

The thumb-thick branch sank suddenly, but as Shi Potian bent his knees and inhaled, it not only did not break, but bounced back instead, bouncing Shi Potian higher and farther, landing on another treetop.

Shi Potian found it very interesting and wanted to try how high and far he could jump, so he used all his internal strength and used the rebound force to jump farther away again.

Qu Yang’s light-body skills are not known for their speed, but rather for their agility and instantaneous bursts of power.

However, Shi Potian’s inner strength is too strong.

For others, a momentary burst of energy that consumes a lot of energy and causes considerable pressure on the body is as easy as drinking water and breathing for him.

He directly turned the instantaneous burst into a sustained burst, and the speed was far beyond what this light skill should have.

The Huashan disciples only saw a figure flash by, and when they looked closely, it had disappeared.

The only way to roughly determine Shi Potian’s location is by listening to the countless birds soaring into the sky above the distant woods and chirping.

And the noise quickly became farther and smaller until it disappeared completely.

Shi Potian had already put all these behind him and was completely immersed in his own breakthrough.

Every time I jump, I use all my strength, just to jump higher and farther.

During this process, he also constantly adjusted and improved his breathing rhythm and body positioning. Unconsciously, he turned the Qinggong body techniques he learned from others into the Qinggong body techniques that best suited him.

When he came to his senses, it was already afternoon and the people had reached the depths of the back mountain.

Shi Potian stopped and realized that he was very hungry.

He looked around for a while and soon found several pheasants in the woods. He jumped down, grabbed the pheasants’ necks and broke them with force.

The remaining pheasants were frightened and tried to escape, but Shi Potian had already pounced on them again. His body was as fast as lightning. In a few moves, he caught all the fleeing pheasants and broke their necks.

Shi Potian was delighted: “When I encountered this kind of situation before, I could only catch one or two at most. Now, no one can escape.”

He found a vine to tie all the pheasants together, and then went to the mountain to find two pieces of black flint. He started a fire by the stream, plucked the chicken feathers, strung them on branches, and grilled them.

After a while, the rich fragrance filled the air.

Shi Potian swallowed his saliva, waiting to eat the pheasant until it was roasted. Suddenly, he was stunned and suddenly remembered the scene of drinking and sworn brotherhood with Zhang San and Li Si that day.

The smile on Shi Potian’s face faded, and he couldn’t help but sigh: “I don’t know what happened to my two brothers Zhang San and Li Si after I died in my previous life? And Ah Huang, Ah Xiu, Master, the old uncle, Ding Ding Dang Dang, Sister Shi Jian and the others…”

“Junior sister said that people don’t reincarnate immediately after death, but stay in the underworld for many years. I’m already this old now, and Ah Huang, Ah Xiu and the others should have passed away by now.”

It was rare that Shi Potian was in a low mood and even his appetite decreased a lot.

He ate only five of the eight roasted pheasants. He wrapped the remaining three in leaves and stuffed them into his arms, then began to look for his way back.

——When he came, his mind was full of how to jump higher and farther, and which tree was taller and more elastic, and he didn’t pay attention to the direction or route at all.

The first method Shi Potian thought of was to use Zixia magic to find the way by smell, but he soon discovered that he came here by jumping on the treetops in mid-air. Not only did he not leave any smell, there was not even a trace of him passing by.

There was no other way, Shi Potian could only roughly estimate the direction, use his lightness skills to speed up, and prepare to leave this barren mountain and forest first and find someone in the town to ask for directions.

As he was running, Shi Potian suddenly noticed a figure on the hillside in the distance. The figure had a white beard and a green robe, was thin, looked depressed, and had a face as white as gold paper. He was walking between the dangerous cliffs as if he were walking on flat ground, and was extremely fast.

“Old uncle! Old uncle!”

Shi Potian was overjoyed and chased after him while shouting and waving.

The white-bearded old man seemed not to hear it. He kept walking and floated down the cliff and went into the deep mountains.

Shi Potian had finally met someone, so naturally he didn’t want to miss the chance, so he jumped directly onto the treetop, using all his strength to display his lightness skills, flying high and far, completely unaffected by the terrain, and chasing straight ahead.

The distance between the two people was rapidly narrowing.

Just as he was about to catch up, the white-bearded old man suddenly changed direction and went behind the cliff.

When he arrived behind the cliff, the old man had disappeared from his sight.

“Old uncle! Old uncle!”

Shi Potian shouted twice, but no one answered. He simply used the Zixia magic skill and followed the scent left by the old man.

He walked around the cliff and along the rugged mountain road for another seven or eight miles, then he saw a stream flowing and a sparse forest beside the stream.

There was a small wooden house in the clearing in the forest, and there was a small yard surrounded by a fence outside.

The white-bearded old man Feng Qingyang frowned when he saw Shi Potian actually coming to him. But when he saw the purple aura faintly appearing on Shi Potian’s face, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Then, he saw Shi Potian sniffing.

Feng Qingyang was stunned.

When he realized what Shi Potian was doing, his eyes widened and his face looked as if he had seen a ghost.

But how much has he seen…

Pooh!
No matter how knowledgeable I am, I have never seen anyone use the Zixia magic skill like this!
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, then controlled his expression and looked coldly at Shi Potian.

He didn’t want to have any contact with Huashan disciples, but Shi Potian had found this place. If he left at this time, it would seem that he was afraid of Shi Potian.

This was something he could not accept no matter what.

Feng Qingyang was also secretly guessing Shi Potian’s intention.

Did he recognize my identity and come all the way here?
Or just a coincidence?

“old man.”

Shi Potian bowed and was about to ask for directions when he saw the things on the table in front of Feng Qingyang. He opened his mouth in disbelief: “Old man, do you eat these things every day? No wonder you look so bad! This won’t do, your body won’t be able to handle it!”

Feng Qingyang: “???”

Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment when Shi Potian called him. When he heard Shi Potian’s words, Feng Qingyang was completely stunned.

He thought of countless possibilities, but he never expected that Shi Potian’s first sentence would be about what he ate.

Shi Potian reached into his arms and was about to take out the roast chicken, but then he thought of Feng Qingyang’s age and he couldn’t eat anything too greasy, so he asked, “Old uncle, do you have any rice here? I’ll make you some porridge.”

Feng Qingyang stared at Shi Potian, and seeing that he looked sincere and didn’t seem to be pretending, he felt even more puzzled and couldn’t help asking, “Boy, you chased me all this way just to make me a bowl of porridge?”

Shi Potian shook his head and said, “I came to ask you for directions. However, there is no rush. I’ll make you some porridge first.” His eyes swept across the empty little yard, the old wooden house, and the low fence, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in Shi Potian’s eyes. The place where he lived with his mother and Ah Huang when he was a child was similar to this place.

Shi Potian quickly found the kitchen. After entering, he discovered pots, pans, and a rice jar in the corner.

While scooping water to wash rice, Shi Potian asked, “Old man, do you live here alone? Where are your family members?”

Feng Qingyang didn’t believe what Shi Potian said. He wanted to see what he was up to, so he didn’t stop Shi Potian and said coldly, “They’re all dead.”

Shi Potian paused, looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief, and his eyes instantly turned red.

At least he had his mother and Ah Huang together when he was a child. Although his mother often beat him, scolded him and ignored him, and Ah Huang couldn’t speak, he still had a companion.

This old man is so pitiful.

He was alone, all alone.

Shi Potian felt sad when he thought of Feng Qingyang curled up in the dark. He understood this feeling too well and said, “Old uncle, I will come to see you often and talk to you in the future.”

Feng Qingyang: “???” Do you think I’m an old widower?
Feng Qingyang heard a hint of crying in Shi Potian’s voice, and his mind was a little confused.

What kind of disciple did Yue Buqun accept?
Hasn’t he already seen my martial arts skills?
Shouldn’t he ask me why I was at the back hill of Mount Hua?

Feng Qingyang has lived for so many years and has met countless people, but this is the first one like Shi Potian.

He was a little confused about what Shi Potian was thinking.

Shi Potian was afraid that Feng Qingyang would feel lonely, so while working, he asked Feng Qingyang about his experiences when he was young.

This is the experience Shi Potian learned from his time with Xie Yanke.

Old uncles like this like to talk about their past.

Feng Qingyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself, “Finally he’s here! He’s trying to get me to talk and find out my background!”

If someone else had asked him this question, Feng Qingyang would have been a little wary, but now he was relieved.

Shi Potian’s behavior was really too abnormal.

This kind of inquiry into one’s identity and origin is actually an area he is more familiar with.

Feng Qingyang said: “Boy, when you inquire about other people’s identities, don’t you have to explain your own situation clearly first?”

Shi Potian was delighted to see Feng Qingyang was willing to speak, and said, “I am Linghu Chong, the eldest disciple of Huashan Sect, and my master is the leader of Huashan Sect, the Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun…”

When talking about Mount Huashan, Shi Potian started talking incessantly.

He talked about how good his master and his mistress were to him, and how he and Yue Lingshan sneaked down the mountain, and then went to Kaifeng and Luoyang to see Ping Yizhi for medical treatment.

Feng Qingyang had been curling his lips when he first heard this. When he heard that Shi Potian had gone to Ping Yizhi for medical treatment, he couldn’t help but interrupt and asked, “What disease do you have? Is it worth traveling thousands of miles to find Ping Yizhi?”

Shi Potian said: “I don’t remember what happened before. At first, Master and his wife thought I had Soul Separation Syndrome, so Junior Sister wanted to take me to find Ping Yizhi. Later, they found out that I was not sick, but I had awakened my wisdom.”

Feng Qingyang was shocked: “Awakening wisdom? Are you lying to me?”

Shi Potian said: “It’s true! I remember everything from my previous life! In my previous life, I was called Dog Bastard. This is the name my mother gave me, although it doesn’t sound very nice…”

Shi Potian speaks seriously and sincerely, and has a special charm.

Even though what he said sounded unbelievable, people still couldn’t help but believe it.

Feng Qingyang listened attentively, and began to ask questions unconsciously, and gradually spoke more.

However, he remained vigilant throughout and did not reveal his identity. He only asked about Shi Potian’s various situations.

Shi Potian concealed nothing and told everyone everything about the awakening of his innate wisdom.

Feng Qingyang was stunned and couldn’t believe it, but seeing that Shi Potian spoke in an orderly manner and many details were exactly correct, it didn’t seem like he was lying at all, so he had to believe it.

It was not until Shi Potian finished cooking the porridge that Feng Qingyang suddenly realized that he had been chatting with Shi Potian for half an hour without realizing it.

He said more than I have said in the past twenty years.

Shi Potian said: “Old uncle, drink the porridge first. When you are full, we can talk again.”

Feng Qingyang said, “You can say it or not.” He picked up the spoon and started drinking. After just one sip, his eyes lit up and he unconsciously increased the speed of his spooning.

Feng Qingyang has been filled with self-blame and guilt over the sword energy dispute in recent years. He said he was living in seclusion in the back mountain of Huashan, but in fact he was imprisoned in the back mountain of Huashan. He had no contact with people on a daily basis and only occasionally went down the mountain to buy some rice and flour, and ate some wild vegetables and fruits.

This is also the reason why his internal strength is so profound, but his face is as pale as gold.

Shi Potian’s porridge was not only cooked to the perfect temperature, but he also added the chopped chicken he brought with him. This was naturally a supreme delicacy for Feng Qingyang, who had not tasted meat for a long time.

Shi Potian understood the feeling of loneliness best, so he continued talking to Feng Qingyang while he was eating, and never forgot to refill Feng Qingyang’s empty bowl.

Feng Qingyang drank his porridge while listening to Shi Potian talking about his story, and occasionally made a comment, such as the Qingcheng Sect’s swordsmanship was not very good, Lin Yuantu’s Exorcism Swordsmanship was a little interesting but just so-so…

Just as he was about to take the bowl out of habit, Shi Potian said, “Old man, this is the last bowl.”

Feng Qingyang realized that he had eaten up most of the porridge. His face turned red, and he put the bowl back on the table and forcibly changed the subject: “Boy, are you going to stay here today?”

Shi Potian was stunned and looked up, only to find that the sky above him was covered with red clouds and the sun was setting.

Shi Potian shook his hands repeatedly: “No, no. I didn’t tell Master and his wife that I would not go back today. They will worry about me. Old uncle, do you know how to get to Jade Maiden Peak?”

Feng Qingyang muttered, “Yue Buqun has found a good disciple.” Then, he pointed out the direction of Yunv Peak to Shi Potian.

“Old uncle, I’m going back first! I’ll come see you in a few days!”

Seeing that it was getting late, Shi Potian did not linger any longer. After saying goodbye to Feng Qingyang, he used his Qinggong to gallop all the way and soon disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Feng Qingyang watched Shi Potian’s back disappear into the distance, and only then did he believe that Shi Potian really just came to ask for directions, and that he cooked porridge for him and talked to him out of kindness.

He looked back at his yard.

Feng Qingyang hesitated for a moment.

No choice to leave.

He picked up the porridge on the table and drank it all.

The taste of this porridge is just average, but it’s never good to waste it!
(End of this chapter)