Chapter 756

Watching his rice bowl being held by Yuan Cang, who was eating heartily, Qingshi really cried.

Damn it, there's no way to bully people like this. I'm at least a person of several thousand years old, and you're still coming to snatch my food?

However, Qingshi and the others were truly juniors in front of Yuan Cang. So what if you're several thousand years old? Does snatching food care about that?

On the other side, Yu Mo and Wang Man watched Yuan Cang's actions, and after a moment of shock, they also finished their bowls in a few bites, then stood up with grins and walked toward Until Hong Zun and the others.

Seeing this, Shi Song, Zhang Tianzhen, and the others were shocked, and then they also learned from Until Hong Zun and frantically poured food into their mouths.

But not everyone has such speed when eating. Seeing Yu Mo getting closer and closer, Zhang Tianzhen, who still had half a bowl left, became anxious.

Too late to think, he immediately............ drank, pah.

A mouthful of spit was spat into his own bowl.

Then he looked up at Yu Mo. This move actually left Yu Mo dumbfounded.

Looking at the rice bowl in Zhang Tianzhen's hand, Yu Mo was full of disgust. Can this still be eaten? It shouldn't be, right?

Seeing Yu Mo's disgust, Zhang Tianzhen finally breathed a sigh of relief and then continued to eat happily.

As for Wang Man and Shi Song, Wang Man, who had the gentlest personality, had a kind smile on his chubby face. He didn't start by using force but said with a smile.

"Shi Song, look, Uncle-Master has been good to you in the past, right?"

"Woo woo woo woo..............."

"Now Uncle-Master doesn't have long to live. Shouldn't it be your turn to show some filial piety?"

"Woo woo woo woo.............."

"So this meal..............."

"Woo woo woo..........."

But before he could say much, Wang Man's face darkened. With a roar, Shi Song was directly suppressed.

"Stop eating, damn it, leave some for me."

Although only the last bite remained, it was still snatched away by Wang Man.

If one were to compare the Dao Yi Sect's eating to a food chain, then before, Until Hong Zun and the others were clearly at the top of the food chain.

They never had to worry about eating; they always had food.

But with the arrival of the three, everything seemed to have changed, and Until Hong Zun and the others also faced a crisis.

The only one who could remain calm was Fairy Baihua.

After all, she had already given herself to Ye Changqing, and every night she had to perform so many shameful movements and play so many fancy games with him—yes, according to Ye Changqing, that's called role-playing.

For example, last night, the game they played was called Emperor Choosing a Concubine, which left Fairy Baihua extremely shy.

So, is eating a little food too much?

Sitting beside Ye Changqing, she ate unhurriedly, while Ye Changqing held a large tea mug and watched the three of them with great interest.

As Ancestors of the Dao Yi Sect, the three of them were completely different from what Ye Changqing had imagined.

Ancestors like them, with little lifespan left, aren't they usually lifeless, or even become extremely selfish and unscrupulous due to the instinct to survive?

Who doesn't want to live longer, especially for these Great Saint Ancestors who have lived for countless years?

As long as there is a chance, no matter how slim the hope, they are willing to try.

It has even happened in the Eastern Continent that a sect Ancestor sacrificed the entire sect to extend their own lifespan.

These things aren't strange; the Demon Sect is like this, and the righteous sects are the same.

When facing life and death, everyone is selfish. This is perhaps the so-called instinct—the instinct to survive.

But in the three of them, Ye Changqing couldn't see this at all. The three of them didn't seem to care at all that their lives were coming to an end.

Even though they were surrounded by death energy, they didn't give off any sense of being lifeless.

"What, is it very strange?"

As if seeing through Ye Changqing's thoughts, Fairy Baihua, standing to the side, spoke up.

"A little, I suppose."

"In this life, who doesn't want to be immortal? The ultimate dream of any cultivator is to be free and immortal, but how many people throughout history have been able to achieve this?"

"The Uncle-Masters must also want to live, but the cycle of heaven is constant; who can break free from the shackles of this world?"

"Compared to how to live longer, the Uncle-Masters now care more about the meaning of living, and whether they can contribute their final meager strength to the sect."

"The development of a sect always requires the efforts of generation after generation—the older generation grows old, and the younger generation grows strong."

"Those who grow old must be responsible for sheltering the younger generation from the wind and rain. The Uncle-Masters are like this, and one day we will be too. After our lifespan is low, we will also choose to slumber to ensure the sect's safety."

This is like a cycle.

Hearing Fairy Baihua's words, Ye Changqing turned his head, and their eyes met. They rarely talked about such sentimental topics, and Ye Changqing didn't like this feeling either.

After looking at each other for a long time, Ye Changqing said with a smile.

"Then Auntie Hua must protect me well in the future?"

"When the time comes, I will definitely take you to slumber with me."

"Is it a proper slumber?"

"You're bad..........."

After a few teasing words, the sentimental atmosphere from just now had vanished. Ye Changqing smiled slightly.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a wrinkled old face, which gave Ye Changqing a fright.

"Ancestor, you............ what are you doing?"

The person was none other than Yu Mo. He didn't know when he had arrived in front of him. He said speechlessly. Hearing this, Yu Mo asked with a grin.

"Kid, do you want a protector?"

Hmm???

What crazy talk is this old man spouting? It makes no sense.

Seeing Ye Changqing stunned in place, Yu Mo repeated it again.

"I'm asking you, do you want a protector?"

"What does Ancestor mean by this?"

Hearing this, Yu Mo suddenly revealed a look of melancholy. Without caring about his image, he sat on the steps in front of Ye Changqing, his pair of cloudy old eyes filled with reminiscence, and said.

"This old man has lived for so many years, from the high spirits of youth to dominating the world in middle age, but people, no matter how strong they are, ultimately cannot withstand the passage of time."

"What are Saints, what are Great Saints? In the end, they are just a handful of yellow soil."

"Thinking back, this old man also once aspired to find immortality and be free in the world, but immortality, immortality—these two simple words, who has ever seen them?"

"Countless people are pursuing immortality, and countless people disappear from the world without even figuring out what immortality is."

"This old man doesn't have many days left to live. These remaining days were originally intended to contribute a final bit of effort to the sect, to protect you little ones so you can grow up."

"But now, this old man doesn't want to slumber anymore. If this little remaining lifespan is all consumed in slumber, that would be too pathetic."

"So kid, how about I be your protector?"

Yu Mo's voice was hoarse, and his words were full of affection and concern for the sect.