The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 169 An Old Thing

Looking at the worried Xiao Cui in front of him, Song Feng's smile grew instead of diminishing:
"I've been used to fighting and killing for so many years. It would be bad for you to stay here all the time."

"Besides, since you know how cautious I am, you must also understand that I never fight a battle without confidence..."

Looking at the faint smile on her seventh uncle's face, my aunt couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

For a moment, there seemed to be some melancholy in her eyes, as if she had thought of something:
"Then...then please take care of yourself..."

Looking at Xiao Cui who made the atmosphere seem like a life-and-death separation, Song Feng gently tapped his forehead:
"Boom!"

Indistinctly, it was as if they had crossed over time, across decades, to the moment of their separation:
"Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe I will be back soon..."

Gently stroking the spot on her forehead where she was hit, my aunt couldn't help but smile sadly, then she took the spoon off the table:
"Yes, you are so great, we will meet again someday."

Seeing Xiao Cui's insincere expression, Song Feng lay back to make himself more comfortable, then smiled and said:
"I promise you that I will definitely come back in the future. You just need to eat, drink and have fun."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, and then he looked at Xiao Cui in front of him and said:
"By the way, Xiao Cui, do you have any gold or silver at home? If you are out of money, go and get some out. Don't put yourself in a difficult position..."

After packing up everything and brewing another pot of tea, my aunt regained her composure and said calmly:
"Don't you know about the property you left behind? Don't worry, I will definitely not let myself down."

"As you said, you are gone now. If I don't eat something delicious, drink something good, and have some fun, what else can I do?"

At the end of her speech, Xiao Cui glanced at Song Feng, causing him to laugh even at his age:
“Hahahaha…children need to eat delicious food and play fun games.”

Seeing that the old man's momentum had weakened, my aunt couldn't help but sigh, and then she said seriously:
"Seventh Uncle, I know you are doing this for my own good, but I have grown up now and am no longer the child I used to be..."

There are some things I can help with.

"How did you grow up? You will always be that little girl in front of me. Don't worry, no one dares to bully you when I'm here."

"Just live peacefully and happily, and I will be very happy..."

When he said this, Song Feng turned the teacup in his hand, and it seemed that he had no intention of continuing.

As expected, Qiu Sheng came back at noon.

At this time, the table full of delicious food that my aunt specially ordered from Dingxianglou also arrived.

This is real takeaway service.

It can be said that the number of people in the entire town who can request Dingxianglou to send them a banquet is definitely very small.

Although my aunt's rouge shop is low-key, the fact that she opened it in the best location in town also shows her means.

Opposite is the brothel.

If I didn't have some skills, I would have been squeezed out, acquired and bullied by others long ago.

A woman who can take care of a little kid, manage the business in an orderly manner and let Qiu Sheng grow up safely, who dares to say that she has no means?
Qiu Sheng, who had just returned at noon, was drinking water from a teapot while telling a joke about the arrangements his master had asked him to prepare:
"Seventh Uncle, you don't know that Master has really made a big move this time. All the security team members have been dispatched."

"According to Master, it's like waiting for the rabbit to come in the cage. Now we are just waiting for the rabbit to enter the cage."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng, who had already drunk a large teapot of water, seemed to have just recovered.

He was kept busy all morning.

If he hadn't had profound Taoist skills and Wencai to help him, he would have collapsed from exhaustion by now.

Seeing Qiu Sheng acting like a storyteller, Song Feng smiled and said:
"What's going on? When your master asked you to help set the trap, did he tell you what the riot was about this time?"

Looking at the seventh uncle who was eating leisurely, Qiu Sheng swallowed a few mouthfuls of food before speaking:
"I've heard that Master said that the thing causing trouble seems to be something called Xingtian."

"Being able to chop off so many heads at once, I think this so-called Xing Tian must be very powerful."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng looked at his seventh uncle with curiosity. After all, he knew that his seventh uncle was very knowledgeable.

His seventh uncle could answer all his questions.

Sure enough, seeing his puzzled look, Song Feng smiled slightly, and then said softly:
"This Xingtian sounds like a god of war from ancient times, but in reality he is just a man with strange medicinal herbs."

"It's just that the origin of this medicinal material is very strange. If you want to cultivate it successfully, it will cost a lot."

"From ancient times to the present, medicinal materials like Xingtian can only be produced by a few tribes with special beliefs in the northern mountains and forests."

When Song Feng said this, he paused, then looked at Qiu Sheng, who was looking curious, with a smile:

"The reason why your master didn't find the problem right away is because there are so many demons and monsters in this world, and there are countless demons and monsters that chop people and kill their heads."

"And the reason why I guessed it right away is because I was involved in many things when I was in the underworld, and I have seen all of this before..."

When it came to this, Song Feng explained to Qiu Sheng why Uncle Jiu was still hesitant at that time.

Uncle Jiu is indeed knowledgeable and is an incredible wizard who knows everything about astronomy and geography.

But compared to Song Feng, an old devil who has been in the underworld since childhood and has worked his way up from the bottom of the market, he is still somewhat too young.

Moreover, after going down the mountain and undergoing the necessary training, he settled down in Renjia Town and trained several apprentices.

As for most of the monsters and demons, except for those he had actually seen, he knew about the others from the records of many Maoshan predecessors.

But Song Feng is different.

He was born in a humble family, and has done all kinds of things, black, white, gray, righteous, evil, good, and bad.

To be honest, it’s mainly because he has lived too long, and there’s a feeling that if an old man refuses to die, he is a thief.

The more you see, the more you can see the problems at a glance.

"Oh, I see. But if it is a medicinal herb, why can it cause such a panic?"

"And when I saw the master preparing it, he really put a lot of effort into it."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel curious. After all, Xing Tian was too similar to the ancient god of war.

More importantly, if it were just medicinal herbs, my master wouldn't have been so cautious in setting the trap.

But it was more meticulous and serious than the last time we caught zombies.

Hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Song Feng slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile:
"This Xing Tian talks about being majestic, but in fact, it is a human blood steamed bun made by watering the blood of many great medicines." "In fact, the origin of this thing is a bit mysterious. It is said that it is a precious medicine cultivated in the Jingguan on the battlefield during the early wars."

"Only after being nurtured by countless human heads can a cicada-like medicine grow on the skull."

"This thing looks similar to Cordyceps sinensis, but it is more evil and bloody."

"Although this Xingtian can prolong life if consumed within a short period of time after being picked using a special method, it will mutate if not transported carefully during the journey."

When he was here, Song Feng paused, then looked at Qiu Sheng who was digging rice:
"Xing Tian goes crazy when he sees blood. Although he was born in the blood of monsters, he is extremely afraid of blood."

"Once it comes into contact with blood, it will cut off the head and take it away as it was shown, and transform into a special evil spirit."

“Although I don’t know which family’s head is willing to spend such a huge price to buy Xing Tian.”

"But after this incident, he probably lost both his wife and his army... How can it be that easy to extend his life?"

When he said the last sentence, Song Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Although life span is not necessarily determined by fate.

However, wanting to prolong one's life by relying on these so-called precious medicines cultivated after birth is simply a crooked approach.

Who knows what kind of monster you will turn into while eating?

I really don’t know what to say.

After hearing his seventh uncle explain the so-called Xingtian's function, Qiu Sheng felt that he had learned a lot:

"I see. I didn't expect that just a medicinal ingredient would cause such a big stir."

While here, Qiu Sheng became a little excited:

"Hehe, Master has been directing us to do this and that this morning, and he will definitely tell us about Xingtian's origins tonight."

"Now that you have told me these things, I can show off my power in front of Wencai tonight!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng even ate the rice more vigorously and looked like he was eager to try.

How refreshing it is to show off your wisdom in front of others.

After watching Qiu Sheng finish his meal and rest for a while, he went to look for Uncle Jiu again. Aunt stared at his back and snorted coldly:
"This brat just hangs out all day long. He's even more wild lately. He doesn't even come back to help with the shop."

When he said this, he glanced at his seventh uncle who was drinking tea beside him, and then said meaningfully:
"I worked so hard to raise a little one, but I didn't expect that in the end, he would not want to stay with me. Sigh~"

That deep sigh was really full of twists and turns, as if it contained countless emotions.

However, after hearing his aunt's sigh, Song Feng's expression remained unchanged and he continued to drink tea calmly.

He is thick-skinned enough to be afraid of nothing.

night.

The moon star is thin, and the black dragonfly flies south.

At this moment, Song Feng was sitting alone in a wheelchair, and with the help of many paper figures, he came to the distant mountains and forests.

Looking into the distance.

It just looks like a small valley from here.

The trees were very gloomy in the darkness.

The bright moon shone on the forest, making it look like a sleeping giant.

Standing under the big pine tree on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, Song Feng was leaning on the rattan stick in his hand and looking into the distance, as if he saw something from afar.

At this moment, there was a sound of birds flapping their wings in the woods:
"Pullingleng!"

The next moment, a black crow only the size of a baby's fist flew over.

"Quack quack..."

Landing in front of Song Feng, the black crow first cawed a few times, and after adjusting its voice, it spoke:
"Grandpa, you haven't contacted me for many years. I heard that you have been living in the south."

"Why do you suddenly think of me now? Could it be that you want to catch up with me after not seeing me for many years?"

Unexpectedly, the pitch-black-looking crow was not a crow at all, but a starling disguised as a crow.

Even more surprising.

The voice of this starling is not hoarse like other birds, but rather clearer, and even sounds pleasing to the ear.

Looking at the starling that was perched on the tree branch in front of him and looking at him with eyes full of humanity, Song Feng laughed softly:

"Originally, I just wanted to spread some news, but I didn't expect that you, little guy, are still alive..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, the starling flapped its wings, even showing a human-like anger:
"Hmph, old man, don't underestimate me. With my abilities, living another few decades would be a piece of cake."

"Nowadays, I have taken over all the business of privately transmitting information in the spiritual world. My ability to mobilize birds and beasts is not to be underestimated!"

At the end of the speech, a kind of anthropomorphic pride appeared on the little crow's face, and it seemed very confident.

Looking at the anthropomorphic little crow in front of him, Song Feng tapped his forehead gently, and then said slowly:
"I didn't expect that with so many of your fellow disciples practicing together, you, a sickly kid, would be able to cultivate something."

"You are a lucky guy. I'm afraid that the old man will have to pass the position to you soon, right?"

Song Feng seemed to be in a good mood and started chatting with the little crow in front of him, as if the two had known each other for a long time.

"Look at what you said. What do you mean by soon? I have already sidelined the old man."

"Now all my fellow apprentices in the north listen to me. They don't dare to attack when I point the finger at them. Otherwise, how can our business expand so quickly?"

When it came to this, the little crow paused, then looked at Song Feng in front of him with some curiosity:
"Speaking of which, old man, what on earth do you want to do with me?"

(End of this chapter)