Diary of the life of a working wizard

The person who opened the door and walked in was none other than old man Qinghong.

As soon as old man Qinghong came in, his eyes fell on Xia Yunjie.

Although Qu Weiguo had long told him that Xia Yunjie was very young, old Qinghong couldn't help but look surprised when he saw a young man like a big boy sitting next to Huang.

Especially when old man Qinghong realized that he had not noticed any fluctuations in witchcraft power since he came in, he was even more surprised.

There are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that Xia Yunjie is just an ordinary person like Huang Lao, and the other is that Xia Yunjie's cultivation is so much higher than him that he can't notice the fluctuation of witchcraft power in him at all.

Obviously the real possibility is only the latter one!

But these are secondary. What really shocked and excited old man Qinghong was that Xia Yunjie was wearing a silver ring on the little finger of his left hand. The ring was engraved with a mountain peak surrounded by fairy spirit. It was none other than Wu Xian. The sect leader’s token.

Old Qinghong is the eldest disciple of the Qing generation in the Wu Xian sect. He is already eighty-five years old this year. He is only five years older than Wu Ze's youngest disciple at that time. Therefore, when he was young, the old man Qinghong was different from Feng Wenbo. He not only met Master Wu Ze, but also listened to Master Wu Ze's knees. To this day, the image of Master Wu Ze is still deeply engraved in his mind, and the leader's token worn on the little finger of his left hand is also engraved in his mind, so he recognized it at a glance.

After many years, how could Old Qinghong not be shocked when he saw the token of the leader of the sect again? How not to get excited?

However, the identity of the head of the Wu Xian Sect was not a trivial matter. Although the old man Qinghong recognized him at a glance, he still suppressed the shock and excitement in his heart, pulled up his clothes, walked up to Xia Yunjie, bent his knees and saluted.

"Times have changed, and you are much older than me, so there is no need for this false courtesy." Xia Yunjie stopped the old man Qinghong before he could kneel down and said.

"You are an elder in the family, please allow me to give you a big gift this time." But old man Qinghong insisted on making a big gift.

Although it is inconvenient for the old man Qinghong to reveal the affairs of the sect in front of Mr. Huang, the status of the master's uncle is unusual. Even if his master is alive, he must respect the young master in front of him as a great gift. This great gift , as a junior, the old man Qinghong dared not save it no matter what.

Seeing Old Man Qinghong's persistence, Xia Yunjie had no choice but to sit upright and receive the kowtow from Old Man Qinghong. Upon seeing this, Old Man Huang's cloudy old eyes flashed with light from time to time.

Having known Old Man Qinghong for many years, how could Mr. Huang fail to see that Old Man Qinghong's respect for Xia Yunjie seems to be far more than that of an elder in his sect!

You know, even if Xia Yunjie is really Qinghong's uncle, there is a huge age gap between the two and they are strangers. Since Xia Yunjie doesn't let him salute, there seems to be no need for him to insist on it, and when he salutes, his expression is so solemn. It was like a pilgrimage, which really surprised Mr. Huang.

But Mr. Huang didn't know that in the ancient sect, the most noble one was the leader. The head of a sect is the symbol of a sect. The leader of a sect has the power of life and death over his sect members. Even if Zhuge Xuan is alive now, he still has to obey the orders of the sect leader Xia Yunjie. Otherwise, he will bully his master and destroy his ancestors and betray the sect. !

After receiving the gift from the old man Qinghong, Xia Yunjie helped him up, looked at him intently, frowned and said: "You are old and your time is limited. How can you overdo it and damage your vitality?" What if I lose my longevity?"

It turned out that Xia Yunjie didn't know that Old Man Qinghong was helping Old Man Huang with his fortune-telling. Seeing that his soul was weakening, and it was obvious that he had been overly divination and suffered backlash, he couldn't help but scold him.

You must know that although Xia Yunjie is young, he is also the master's uncle and the master, and he is obliged to teach and correct his disciples.

"What? Yunjie, what did you just say? Didn't Qinghong only lose his vitality? How could he lose his longevity? How much more?" Huang Laoyi thought that Qinghong only lost his vitality at first, but now Only then did I know that my longevity had been lost, and I couldn't help but feel anxious.

Xia Yunjie's divination and budgeting skills are much higher than those of the old man Qinghong. He just lives as an ordinary person and does not use his divination and budgeting skills. Now that Huang Laoyi said it, Xia Yunjie counted slightly in his heart, and he still didn't know why. After hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said: "Qinghong is old, and his vitality is his foundation. Once injured, it is difficult to fully recover like a young man, and his longevity will naturally be lost. But fortunately, it was discovered early. , Brother Huang doesn’t have to worry.”

Huang Lao naturally had confidence in Xia Yunjie. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Then he held Qinghong's hand tightly with both hands and said with tears in his eyes: "Old bastard! What should I say to you?"

"Haha, needless to say, this is a blessing in disguise for me!" Old Man Qinghong smiled and patted Old Man Huang's hand.

Because of the two old men, one needed a rest and the other urgently needed Xia Yunjie’s help to restore his damaged vitality. So, after the three of them chatted for a while, Xia Yunjie took Old Qinghong and left Old Huang’s house. Room.

Old man Qinghong and Mr. Huang live in the same hotel.

When old man Qinghong and Xia Yunjie returned to the room arranged by Qu Weiguo for old man Qinghong, Feng Wenbo, Qu Weiguo and Feng Zhengcheng had been waiting inside for a long time.

Seeing the two people coming back, the three of them hurriedly got up and met Xia Yunjie. Next, old man Qinghong and Feng Wenbo and his son also exchanged pleasantries. The gathering of the two old men brought back memories of their master and father, and they couldn't help but shed a few tears.

"Weiguo, come here and pay homage to your master master uncle again with me!" After the old man Qinghong shed a few tears, he remembered that Qu Weiguo probably didn't know Xia Yunjie's true identity, so he raised his hand to wipe away his tears. Then he took Qu Weiguo's hand, walked to Xia Yunjie, and took the lead in kneeling down with his legs bent.

"Disciple Qinghong, pay your respects to the master!" As he said this, old man Qinghong couldn't help but shed tears again.

The ancients said that a family cannot be said to be without a master, and a country cannot be said to be without a king. The same is true for a sect.

Before Master Zhuge Xuan, Master Qinghong's master, was persecuted and dying, the thing that bothered him the most was not that he was wrongfully accused and persecuted to death, but that he didn't know where the leader of his sect was until his death. Therefore, before his death, Master Zhuge Xuan refused to close his eyes. It was not until old man Qinghong vowed that he would work hard to find the leader of his sect throughout his life and recognize his ancestors that he could return to the clan. Only then did Master Zhuge Xuan breathe his last breath.

"Disciple, Qu Weiguo, meet the master's uncle!" Qu Weiguo then realized that Xia Yunjie was not only his master's uncle, but also the master of his own sect. He hurriedly followed his master and kowtowed to Xia Yunjie three times respectfully, and couldn't bear it in his eyes. I shed a few tears.

"Everyone, get up!" Xia Yunjie saw the old man crying, and his nose couldn't help but feel a little sore. He hurriedly suppressed his sadness and helped old Qinghong up.

"I wonder if Master Zeng is still alive today?" Old Qinghong asked with a hint of expectation after getting up.

"Master passed away last year at the age of 124. He was healthy and peaceful when he passed away." Xia Yunjie replied.

Old man Qinghong naturally felt sad again when he heard this.

"It's getting late, I'd better help you tend to your injury first, and let's talk about other things for another day." Xia Yunjie was afraid that the old man Qinghong would be too sentimental and upset, so he changed the subject immediately when he saw this.

"Disciple can just take care of himself for a few days. I don't dare bother the Master Master." Old Qinghong said hurriedly after hearing this.

What Qinghong old man suffered was not his body but his vitality. It would take a lot of real energy and mana for others to help him heal.

"What's the trouble? Since we are members of the same family, we are one family. How can we see each other outside?" Xia Yunjie said dissatisfiedly after hearing this.

"Having said that, the master uncle has a noble status and is the hope of our sect. How can we delay the cultivation of the master master uncle because of his disciples?" Old man Qinghong saw Xia Yunjie's dissatisfaction. Not only did he not give in, but his attitude changed. More determined.

"Delaying my practice? Haha, don't worry. I'm already at the Erding realm now. Helping you with this injury won't delay my practice." After hearing this, Xia Yunjie knew what old man Qinghong was worried about, and he couldn't help but look relaxed. smiled.

"The realm of two tripods!" Feng Wenbo and Feng Zhengcheng may not understand what the realm of two tripods represents, but old man Qinghong and Qu Weiguo know it very well. Not to mention them, even their master and great uncle have never touched it in their lives. The threshold of the second cauldron. Unexpectedly, the master master in front of me was already at the second cauldron realm at such a young age. One can imagine how terrifying his future achievements will be! The two of them couldn't help but look shocked at the same time.

"Haha, so you don't have to worry now. Let's go to the room." Seeing the shocked expression on Qinghong's face, Xia Yunjie smiled and patted his shoulder.

Old Qinghong was photographed by Xia Yunjie and subconsciously followed Xia Yunjie to the room, while Qu Weiguo and others stayed in the living room.

Entering the bedroom, Xia Yunjie asked Qinghong to sit down cross-legged, then sat behind him and put his hands directly on his head.

Seeing Xia Yunjie put his hand directly on the top of his head, old man Qinghong couldn't help but said uneasily: "Uncle, this..."

"Stop talking, guard the spiritual platform, and use your mental skills with all your strength." Xia Yunjie interrupted involuntarily, with a trace of unquestionable majesty in his tone.

A look of gratitude flashed in Old Man Qinghong's eyes, and then he looked at his nose and heart, guarded the spiritual platform, and used his sect's mental method with all his strength.

As soon as Old Man Qinghong changed his mind, a witch cauldron appeared in his right arm. It's just that this witch tripod is incomplete, with only one leg, and it flickers in and out, as if it will fall apart at any time.

This witch cauldron is the condensed witchcraft power cultivated by the old man Qinghong for many years. It was originally incomplete and unreliable, and now that its vitality has been damaged, it is even more shaky like a candle in the wind.

Just when the witchcraft tripod was crumbling, as if it was about to fall apart at any time, a vast and majestic witchcraft power suddenly poured down from the Baihui point of the old man Qinghong.

As soon as the vast and majestic witchcraft power rushed down, the originally shaky Wuding tripod gradually stabilized. The Wuding tripod, which was originally missing two legs and two ears, grew one foot and one ear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as the witch cauldron grew one foot and one ear, it suddenly burst into dazzling light, and traces of strong power emanated from the witch cauldron, as if the whole world was full of power.

When the Wuding had grown one foot and one ear, it already had two legs and one ear, but it was still missing one foot and one ear. Xia Yunjie slowly moved his hand from Qinghong's head, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Qinghong still in trance. .

"Weiguo, guard your master and don't let anyone disturb him." Xia Yunjie said with a tired expression after leaving the bedroom.

In addition to helping old man Qinghong heal his injuries just now, Xia Yunjie also did not hesitate to use his witchcraft power to help him, breaking through the stagnant state he had been in for more than ten years.

Now, as Old Man Qinghong said to Old Man Huang, "a blessing in disguise", he is now in the middle stage of Earth Witch Yiding, which is comparable to the state of his master Zhuge Xuan during his lifetime.

"It's my uncle!" Qu Weiguo bowed after hearing this.

"Uncle, why don't you stay in the hotel tonight. For safety reasons, the entire room on this floor has been reserved." Seeing Xia Yunjie's tired look, Feng Zhengcheng stepped forward and respectfully asked for instructions.

But this time, Feng Zhengcheng changed his title without authorization, and the call he made to uncle sounded from the bottom of his heart.

Xia Yunjie glanced at Feng Zhengcheng in surprise when he heard this, but he didn't bother to correct him. He just nodded and said, "That's fine."

As the saying goes, if there are too many lice, it won't itch. Today, not only did I call him brother-in-law, but I also had an eighty-five-year-old nephew and a forty-eight-year-old grandnephew. And because of the sect's rules, they had to call him uncle and uncle. Great uncle. In this case, Xia Yunjie doesn't mind having another middle-aged uncle call him uncle.

"Uncle, why don't you live next door to Uncle Li?" Seeing Xia Yunjie nodding in agreement and not correcting his title, Feng Zhengcheng couldn't help but feel relieved.

He was afraid that Xia Yunjie would not accept his title, which meant that he was still a stranger to him. Now it seemed that the uncle in front of him really loved his family and did not treat him as an outsider.

"I don't care. The conditions here are much better than where I live. It's better for you to be an official." Xia Yunjie half-joked.

"Haha!" Feng Zhengcheng smiled coquettishly. He didn't dare to answer these words randomly.

After moving into the room arranged by Feng Zhengcheng, Xia Yunjie felt tired. Helping old man Qinghong break through to the early stage of Earth Witch Yiding just now was quite labor-intensive.

However, although people feel tired, their minds are exceptionally clear.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, what happened today was played in his mind one by one as clearly as a movie, and Mr. Huang's invitation to join an official career seemed to still be ringing in his ears.

This is another experience that is completely different from working in a bar.

Two different experiences collided in his mind, allowing Xia Yunjie to see life more clearly, as well as himself and what he pursued.

A glimmer of enlightenment quietly arises in my heart, and my mind is quietly becoming mature and perfect.

Unknowingly, Xia Yunjie entered meditation practice.

The two witch cauldrons in his arms are taller and thicker than before, exuding a terrifying power that makes people feel heart-stopping. Among them, the Wuding in the left arm is still missing one foot.

The witchcraft power quietly circulated in Xia Yunjie's body. A trace of witchcraft power nourished and tempered his flesh and blood body, and at the same time, it also began to condense the missing foot as before.

The witchcraft power gathered together and gradually condensed into a witchcraft cauldron, which never dispersed. It was a natural success. It no longer condenses and disperses, and disperses and condenses as before.

The late stage of Earth Witch Erding!