I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

When the wind stopped, bamboo shavings flew everywhere.

Bu Tian suddenly looked up and finally saw who it was.

A figure in white stood amidst broken bamboo, the hem of his robe fluttering gently, pure and aloof like snow, yet untouched by a speck of dust.

She did not draw her sword.

Only two slender fingers were placed in front of him, with a wisp of lingering, chilling sword intent remaining at the fingertips.

Bu Tian was taken aback at first.

Immediately, the wariness in his eyes turned into surprise.

"Senior Sister!"

"It was you!"

Jiang Qingge withdrew her finger, lightly flicked her sleeve, and smiled faintly.

"Junior brother, your reaction time is pretty good."

Looking at the bamboo forest around him, now a mess from the shock, and then at her nonchalant demeanor as if she were just casually brushing off a fallen leaf, Bu Tian couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Senior sister, is this how you usually greet people?"

Jiang Qingge remained calm, but her tone carried a sense of entitlement.

"Otherwise what?"

"If I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't have had a chance to turn back just now."

Bu Tian was speechless for a moment; these words were a painful blow.

But he also knew that Jiang Qingge was not exaggerating.

This senior sister under my master's tutelage is already a swordsmanship monster at the Celestial Realm.

That attack just now, though seemingly earth-shattering, was probably just a wisp of sword intent she casually sent out.

Thinking of this, Bu Tian's frustration at being ambushed dissipated considerably.

He strode forward, his eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

"Senior sister suddenly came to see me. Does Master have some task for me?"

Jiang Qingge blinked.

"no."

Bu Tian was taken aback.

"No?"

"Then why did you come to see me?"

Jiang Qingge glanced at him and answered very naturally.

"I want to hang out with you."

Bu Tian was stunned on the spot.

Jiang Qingge, however, seemed to find nothing wrong with what he said. She looked up at the sunlight filtering through the bamboo forest and sighed softly.

"The Outer Heavens are so boring."

"My master isn't here, and nobody cares about me."

"When the people on the mountain saw me, they either lowered their heads and took a detour, or they didn't even dare to speak loudly."

She turned her gaze back to Bu Tian.

"You're more interesting."

Bu Tian felt his ears burning from her words and quickly coughed.

"Senior sister is joking. I spend my days either practicing martial arts or chopping wood and carrying water. What's so interesting about that?"

Jiang Qingge suddenly took a step forward.

Bu Tian instinctively retreated.

But there was a thick green bamboo plant right behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

Jiang Qingge raised a hand and gently pressed it against the bamboo beside his ear, leaning slightly forward and staring intently into his eyes.

"You messed up the last inch of your palm strike just now."

Bu Tian's breath hitched slightly.

The two were standing too close.

He was so close that he could even see the cold, sharp light in Jiang Qingge's eyes.

Jiang Qingge, however, seemed completely unaware that there was anything wrong with the posture, and continued:

"Your boundless divine skill can support the changes of the Cloud Dispelling Palm, but your mind is not calm enough."

"You're worried about your dad."

The smile on Bu Tian's face gradually faded.

He paused for a moment and said in a low voice:

"My dad still hasn't come back."

Jiang Qingge looked at him, offering no comfort or empty words of praise.

She simply said calmly:

"Since Master didn't send anyone to announce the death, it means things haven't reached the worst point yet."

Bu Tian was taken aback.

These words, though not gentle, are more effective than any comforting words.

He was about to speak.

A gentle, delicate voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Tian'er, dinner's ready."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Chu came along the forest path carrying a food box.

Then, she paused.

Deep in the bamboo forest, Jiang Qingge was seen supporting herself on a green bamboo, almost completely blocking Bu Tian in front of her.

Bu Tian leaned against the bamboo, his expression stiff, his ears turning red.

Jiang Qingge leaned slightly forward, her white robes draped over her shoulders, her posture both aloof and assertive.

Chu Chu was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, as if she suddenly understood something, a very gentle and sensible smile appeared on her face.

"mother……"

Bu Tian was about to explain.

Chu Chu gently placed the food box on the stone stool next to her and turned to leave.

"oops."

"We didn't cook enough food at home today."

"Mother, go back and make another one."

Bu Tian opened his mouth, then froze on the spot.

Jiang Qingge turned her head to look in the direction Chu Chu left, then looked back at Bu Tian, ​​who looked embarrassed.

A moment later, she seemed to finally realize something.

The corners of her lips curved slightly.

"Junior brother."

"Your mother seems to have misunderstood."

He stepped forward, supporting his forehead.

"Senior sister, you're only just realizing this?"

In the vast depths of the ocean.

Tens of thousands of miles away from the Central Plains, the sea was calm and the waves were boundless.

A small island floats alone between the sea and the sky.

The island is not big.

A few crooked coconut trees, a few white rocks washed by the waves, and a makeshift hut made of dead branches and rags—that's all there is to the island.

In front of the thatched shed, an old man was slumped on a bamboo chair that was about to fall apart.

The old man basked in the sun, his eyes half-closed, humming a little tune that seemed to have been passed down from who-knows-when.

The tune was slow and disjointed.

It sounds like a fisherman's song.

It also sounds like an ancient ritual tune that no one remembers anymore.

The old man was thin and frail, with a slightly hunched back, his neck tucked into his shoulders, and wrinkles etched all over his face.

Especially those eyes.

Small, round, and lazy.

At first glance, it doesn't even look like a human being.

It's more like an old turtle wearing tattered clothes, trying to pretend to be a human.

A seabird flapped its wings and landed on his belly, tilting its head to peck at him.

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, but slowly turned over and muttered something under his breath.

"Stop fooling around."

"Sunbathing."

The seabirds didn't seem afraid of him and hopped on his shoulder a couple more times.

The old man felt a little itchy from being stepped on, and finally reluctantly stretched out a finger to gently flick the seabird away.

The force was very small.

Even the smallest seabirds would only fly a few feet off-center before landing back on the nearby rocks and continuing to stare at him.

The old man wasn't annoyed.

He placed his hands on his stomach and continued humming that off-key little tune.

The sea breeze rustled the coconut leaves.

In the distance, waves surged in one after another, and then receded one after another.

The island was so quiet that it seemed to have been forgotten by the entire world.

And this old man, who looks more like a tortoise than a human, seems to have been forgotten by time for far too long.

So long that he himself became too lazy to keep track of how many years he had lived.

"Old turtle."

A calm voice suddenly rang out in the sea breeze.

"I've finally found you."

The old man's little tune, which he was humming halfway through, suddenly stopped.

The next instant, he sprang up from the bamboo chair as if he had been pricked in the butt with a needle.

He kicked over the already rickety bamboo chair, and it snapped into several broken bamboo strips with a crack.

The old man, however, didn't care at all about the chair.

He stared intently ahead with his small, round eyes wide open.

A few feet away from the thatched hut, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Dressed in white, hands behind his back, expression calm.

It was as if they hadn't crossed tens of thousands of miles of ocean to come here, but had simply walked casually from the neighbor's yard onto this beach.

The old man made a "gulp" sound in his throat and subconsciously shrank his neck.

"You, you, you..."

He moved back as he stammered.

"Who are you?"

"How did you find your way here?"

He had long hidden the small island behind thick sea fog and turbulent currents.

More importantly, he was born with the ability to shield himself from the secrets of heaven, and his vital energy never entered the flow of fate.

Let alone ordinary martial artists.

Even those self-proclaimed fortune tellers who claim to be able to see into the heavens and predict the future could never have foreseen even the slightest trace of him.

But this young man appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

There was no breaking of the formation, no wading through the waves, and no disturbance of the sea fog outside the island.

It's as if there was always one more person in this world.

This is illogical, utterly illogical.

The old man had lived for so long that he had seen so many strange things that he couldn't even count them all.

But at this moment, a long-lost chill still rose uncontrollably in his heart.

Jiang Chen did not answer immediately.

He simply walked step by step toward the old man, his feet sinking into the soft white sand.

He wasn't walking fast.

With each step he took, the old man felt his heart leap heavily.

"The nickname 'Old Turtle' doesn't sound very nice."

Jiang Chen stopped a few steps in front of him and spoke calmly.

"Or, I should call you by your real name."

The panic on the old man's face suddenly froze in that instant.

Jiang Chen looked at him.

Master Roshi.

boom.

It felt like a muffled thunderclap had exploded in the old man's head.

When those three words reached his ears, he froze on the spot.

Master Roshi.

He had already buried this name deep within the depths of time with his own hands.

He buried it so deeply that he almost forgot about it himself.

How could anyone in the world possibly know this?

The old man stared blankly at the excessively young man in white before him, his lips trembling several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"you……"

"Were you also an immortal from that era?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"no."

Master Roshi's astonishment did not dissipate.

He hunched his shoulders and looked Jiang Chen up and down, feeling that the young man in front of him was not a normal person no matter how he looked at him.

They weren't immortals from that era, yet they managed to find this place.

He could still call out his name, which had been buried for countless years.

This was even more unsettling than if a celestial being from that era had come knocking on his door.

Jiang Chen seemed to have seen through his thoughts and added a casual remark.

"However, I can predict the future."

Master Roshi's face twitched.

These words sounded light and airy, but to him they were more terrifying than any earth-shattering supernatural power.

To be able to predict the fate of an old man like him who is not destined to be caught up in the flow of destiny, is that what you call being able to predict the future?

This is clearly humiliating Tianji.

Master Roshi chuckled twice and took another half step back.

"young people……"

"What business do you have with this old man?"

He asked the question calmly, but his heart was pounding with anxiety.

Could this person be after my blood?

Although Master Roshi doesn't possess any earth-shattering martial arts skills, he never enjoys fighting with others.

But he lived too long.

So long that he himself realized that, in the eyes of many people, his body was not even human.

Instead, it is a walking elixir of immortality.

His blood, if drunk in one sip, would be enough to grant mortals immortality.

This secret was leaked once back then.

It was that incident that almost scared him so much that he fled all the way from the East China Sea to the ends of the earth.

From then on, he never dared to show his face in public again.