Mind Cultivation Record

At the gate of the courtyard, Xiao Mian stepped out from the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, can you please give me a favor and let today's matter go?"

Xiao Mian strode forward and casually bowed to Wei Laohei, but he did not call him "senior" but "fellow Daoist". This made everyone at the scene, including Xuan Lang, stunned, wondering if this young man had lost his mind?

Of course, there were a few smart people who stared at Xiao Mian's black robe and looked at it carefully.

After seeing a shadow carving on the black robe, Wei Laohei's face turned serious and bowed in return: "I dare not! I dare not! Fellow Daoist, you are too polite! Today, I will not bother with them for your sake! If you have time, I will host a gathering at Zuixian Pavilion in the east of the market, how about it?"

These words made Xiao Mian look at Wei Laohei with a new eye. This man is definitely an old fox comparable to Guitou!

"Daoyou Wei, you are too polite! Tomorrow at noon, Zuixian Pavilion will host you. Please come and make friends with me!"

"In that case, I will definitely be there on time tomorrow! Goodbye!"

"No need to see you off!"

Seeing Wei Laohei leave, Xiao Mian really admired Wei Laohei.

In terms of sophistication in human relations, Xuan Lang, who is known as the most honest man in Lingchuanfang, may not be able to catch up with Wei Laohei, who can take it or leave it, even if he practices for a lifetime. Seeing that most of the onlookers retreated with the departure of Wei Laohei, Xiao Mian nodded to Xuan Lang, indicating that he wanted this honest man with no sense of propriety to introduce himself.

Xuan Lang was honest but not stupid, and hurriedly invited Xiao Mian into the courtyard.

Although the Ye family had many doubts about Xiao Mian's identity, they obviously trusted Xuan Lang very much. Seeing that Xuan Lang knew Xiao Mian, they felt relieved.

"This...this fellow Taoist, how should I address him?" Just when he wanted to introduce Xiao Mian to the grandparents and grandchildren of the Ye family, Xuan Lang suddenly realized that he himself did not know Xiao Mian's name. Xiao Mian was also stunned, and then casually said: "Qingyun!"

"So it's fellow Taoist Qingyun, I have heard of your great name for a long time!" Xuan Lang's bow made Xiao Mian laugh and cry. It seems that honest people can also lie! I just casually said my original name in my early years, how come it became a name I have heard of for a long time in his mouth? Fortunately, Xuan Lang was just being polite, and then he said to the old man surnamed Ye: "Uncle Ye! I came here this time because this Taoist Qingyun took a fancy to the three-legged ancient tripod you left with me. I saw that Taoist Qingyun was quite sincere, so I brought him to talk to you."

"Oh! I would like to thank Taoist Qingyun for speaking up and driving away Wei Laohei just now! As for this ancient tripod, it is not worth much money. If Taoist Qingyun can agree to one of my conditions, the ancient tripod will be given to Taoist as a reward. How about it?"

Xiao Mian was stunned when he heard this, thinking that he was another old fox!

"Uncle Ye, please tell me what I am doing first?"

"Forgive my poor eyesight, may I ask if Taoist Qingyun is an inner disciple of the Demon Shadow Sect?" As he said this, the old man Ye's slightly turbid eyes stared at the shadow carving on Xiao Mian's black robe. Xiao Mian didn't expect that Old Man Ye's vision was so vicious, but this was exactly what he wanted. He pretended to be cautious as if someone accidentally saw through his true identity, but still nodded lightly. Old Man Ye was delighted when he saw this, and took his granddaughter's hand and took two steps forward, begging Xiao Mian eagerly: "I am dying soon! I am only worried about my granddaughter. If Daoist Fellow Qingyun can take her to the Demon Shadow Sect, I will die without regrets!"

"This..."

Although he had some premonitions about Old Man Ye's request, Xiao Mian was quite embarrassed when he heard this request - the key point was that he was not an inner disciple of the Demon Shadow Sect!

If he used the tiger's skin as a banner to scare Wei Laohei, he would not care, anyway, they would break up afterwards and he would have no guilt; but if he agreed to Old Man Ye but could not take his granddaughter to the Demon Shadow Sect, it would be a big sin.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Mian said in embarrassment: "Please forgive me, Mr. Ye! After all, I am only a low-level disciple at the eighth level of Qi training. It is a great opportunity to be an inner disciple, but I don't have the authority to guide disciples. This..." "I am confused! Don't blame me, Daoist Qingyun! Ahem..." Old man Ye did not look disappointed after hearing this, and his expression was much more stable. Obviously, if Xiao Mian had agreed just now, he would have doubted it. After all, every sect has very strict assessments for new disciples. How can a disciple at the eighth level of Qi training be guided casually? Looking back at his granddaughter, Old Man Ye continued, "Daoyou Qingyun! If my request is just to ask you to protect this child from being persecuted by Wei Laohei, I wonder if you can agree?"

"This... If it's just to protect her from being persecuted by Wei Laohei, it would be much simpler..."

"Okay! Qingguoer, come here, thank your elder brother Qingyun, and from now on you will treat your elder brother Qingyun as your real brother!" Pulling his granddaughter to Xiao Mian, Old Man Ye smiled at Xiao Mian cunningly. The little girl was quite shy, blushing slightly towards Xiao Mian, and whispered, "Brother Qingyun!"

Hmph! Old fox, are you setting a trap for me? Fortunately, I'm not stupid!

Poor Old Man Ye thought he had succeeded. If he knew that when Xiao Mian said that rather reluctant sentence just now, he was thinking of taking his granddaughter to Huoyun Ridge, I wonder if he would still die with regrets? I'm afraid he would even be resurrected after death, right?

Everyone was happy. Xiao Mian got the three-legged ancient tripod, and Old Man Ye found a backer for his granddaughter - but the former was real, while the latter was discounted...

That night, Old Man Ye was on the verge of death. Before he died, he pulled Xiao Mian in front of him and talked about his granddaughter's personality and preferences.

Ye Qingguo had already cried into tears, and Xuan Lang beside him was also sad. Xiao Mian looked at Old Man Ye holding his hand tightly. His eyes were clearly flashing with death, but he still refused to close his eyes. He knew that he was waiting for him to give him a final promise.

"Don't worry, Senior Ye! I, Xiao... Qingyun, will treat Qingguo like a sister from now on! In this life, I will do my best to protect her and ensure that she has a good end!"

"Okay! Okay..."

The last laugh was stuck in his throat, and Old Man Ye closed his eyes and passed away.

After that, he stayed with Ye Qingguo for a while, and then Xuan Lang took care of the burial of Old Man Ye's body. It was not cumbersome for a cultivator to take life and death lightly.

Ye Qingguo was quite sensible, perhaps because he had been prepared for his grandfather's death. After the sadness, he stopped crying and making a fuss. In addition, Xiao Mian had not had time to find a place to stay when he entered the market, so he cleaned up a clean guest room for him to stay temporarily.

Seeing Ye Qingguo's busy body, Xiao Mian felt guilty, and at the same time, he became more determined to fulfill his promise to Old Man Ye.

At noon the next day, Xiao Mian temporarily entrusted Ye Qingguo to Xuan Lang's care, packed up, and headed towards Zuixian Pavilion in the east of the market.

Xiao Mian wanted to meet Wei Laohei, who was ridiculed by Xuan Lang as "black face, black hands, and even blacker heart".

Not only for Ye Qingguo, but also for himself!